#anyway Rei is the most character ever

[vulturevanity]

Read Not So Shoujo Love Story on Webtoon if you want an ass kicking

[av-multifangan]

[cyellolemon]

btw i ship all akam hirorei and furukaza and they're all t4t for me

[bnhaobservation]

Todoroki family and chap 430

In case it wasn't obvious by now, I was very invested in the Todoroki family storiline and one of the things that sadden me the most about chap 430 is this image.

We've Enji, or maybe I should say Endeavor, Rei is pushing his wheelchair as he goes somewhere, we don't know where, some want to think he's visiting Touya but it's not said and, around him there are 3 men and a woman.

It's not his children, it's his sidekicks and Hawks.

The final chapter doesn't touch what happened to Natsuo and Fuyumi, we've to assume Fuyumi is happy with her work and Natsuo with his marriage.

We don't know if Touya is still alive but, anyway, he's going to die. Even if we assume he died happily he had said smiling was why they lived their lives. He could keep on living out of anger and grudge but not out of smiles and happiness?

Fuyumi has fought for all those years so hard because she wanted back her family and she basically get nothing, not her old family as Natsuo leaves and Touya dies and it's not even hinted she has a new one as it was Natsuo the one who got a girlfriend as soon as he entered university and marries her basically a year and a half later.

Natsuo is just rushedly married to this character of which we don't even know the name. We don't know if, in the end he visited Touya again or not, we don't know if he ever managed to overcome all the anger and pain he felt inside for how his father ruined the family.

Shouto became a Hero, but his mother is not with him to support him but she is with his father. We don't see his siblings around him, cheering for him. We don't know which effect had on him to reconnect with Touya only to lose him. We're only told he became a good Hero so people don't call him anymore Endeavor's son, forgetting people also looked poorly at him for being Dabi's brother. How did he overcome that? Evidently it somehow disappeared as all the first years are already all his fans and even Dai said all the kids wanted to be like Shouto... but, at the end of the day, we aren't shown Shouto having a good moment with his family, his good moments come from being a Hero and being with his friends.

Even if we assume that, despite having to marry Enji out of duty to help her family, Rei had fallen in love with Enji while their family was having a good time before he turned abusive, and now that she had forgiven him and he stopped being abusive she's glad to be back with him... skipping this was very vaguely constructed she lost 10 years in a hospital and we can't see her with her children. She's supposed to be happy being with him with one of her children dead and one of her children keeping away from his father because just being in the same room with him makes him feel bad.

Mind you, I'm not saying Natsuo should forgive Enji or force himself to be with Enji or whatever but having a person that's related to you that makes you to feel bad just by being in the same room with you so that you've to avoid that person, is not something that's good. If Enji and Rei live together and Natsuo wants to visit his mother he has to make sure to do it when his father is somewhere else. In the past Rei was split between taking care of Shouto, who couldn't be with her other children, and taking care of Touya, Fuyumi and Natsuo, with the result Natsuo felt neglected because he was very small when all this happened and needed his mother... but likely she ended up neglecting Fuyumi and Touya too because you can't be in two places at the same time. Now, instead than having to take turns with Shouto, Natsuo have to take turns with Enji.

Ad for Enji... all his atonement for what? He doesn't manage to rebuild a relation with his children, apparently his sidekicks and Hawks have replaced them, they're conveniently of the right number. His children would have gotten where they were even without his atonement because all we hear is about others helping them, he only get the cool sentence, we see nothing of his struggle. But this is also supposed to be a happy ending for him. Who care if he doesn't have his kids? He has his sidekicks and Hawks his newfound family he would have had anyway had he focused on his work only.

The story tried it's hardest to make me think he cared about his family but then I'm supposed to think he's happy not having any of the sort apart for Rei and a new found family.

Horikishi had already established in the previous chapter Enji would have his sidekicks and Hawks' support, I didn't need a reminder of that.

I needed to see THIS image at the end...

...maybe including Natsuo's girlfriend as he could have introduced her to the rest of the family... or him holding his firstborn and letting Rei see her grandchild.

I needed to see Fuyumi finding someone with whom to form a family since she can't have her own back and she wished so badly for it.

I needed to have this being shown to me...

...or at least to see Touya out of that contraption as he died in peace, a smile on his lips since happiness somehow couldn't save him but grudge could.

I needed to be told something that Enji did that HELPED his kids, that made them be better. Not something vague, I need something concrete. Even if they would never be with him, since he's supposed to atone to them, I need him to make something more than just give them a new house and pay for the bills because he'd been paying bills through all his life so that's not new.

I would have been fine with him watching them smile from a distance or hearing from Rei how they were doing and smiling.

Mind you, I'm willing to believe in Horikoshi's mind Enji now is a changed man and very sorry for what he did and loves his family and yadda yadda but there's a reason why we say 'show, don't tell' and so far Horikoshi is more interested in telling than showing.

I get that in his mind Enji is a character more important than Rei, Fuyumi, Natsuo or even Touya, I would have been fine with all that I've mentioned being shown through his perspective because he cares about his family and so he's happy if they're happy.

If, in all that talking Midoriya does about reaching out to others, what he wanted to point out was Enji had continued to reach out to help his family even if they had cut him out of their lives.

But no, the good part is that his sidekicks and Hawks are reaching out for him. Okay, I can take this as the test trying again to point out Enji will never be a Hero, in the end he's not the one reaching out but the one others have to reach out to help but, again, it was established in the past chapter so I didn't need a reminder and it kind of steps all over his arc of trying to reach out for his family.

In the end the most he does is to just take it when they want to yell at him and let them live the live they want... I do think it's a great thing if an abuser were to realize what he had done to his victims and try to atone. It's kind of a miracle turned true... but there's just too little of it in this story.

Maybe I'm missing some deep cultural context, maybe Enji is doing something AMAZING for his family that Horikoshi thought he didn't need to show because it's obvious to Japanese readers but... but I wish he had shown it. Instead the moment Enji finally stop being a Hero and could do something for his family, the manga ends with his family disregating but I'm supposed to see it as a happy ending.

I prefer it had just been called a sad ending. Bad things happen, I can stomach them but honestly "Ano Hana" makes a much better work at portraying grief and atonement and the same goes for "Koe no katachi".

Horikoshi knew he was selling this manga also to foreign readers. I'm not saying he should have made his manga thinking to them but, if this atonement arc was so important, maybe he should have made it more understandable for us as well. This makes the diffference between a national mangaka and an international one.

[xhunnybeeex]

Hayden christensen character music/playlist headcanons 

playlists at the bottom of sections :3

❥ ~ Sam Monroe ~ 

Sam Monroe ~ mainly listens to mall goth/ metal, that's just cannon. However, he DEFINITELY got really into other goth subgenres while finding cds. 

Sam Monroe ~ would have to be forced to admit he loves riot girl movies. 

“Is this bikini kill in your mixtape?” you ask Sam as you dig through his cds. “I didn't know you were into riot girl music.” “I'm not,” he grumbles. 

Sam Monroe ~ loves angry midwest emo music. He loves the emo whine. 

Sam Monroe ~ doesn’t have a very diverse taste. He only really likes alt genres, but every once in a while you'll see him nod his head to pop songs on the radio. 

"this is clearly a differnt genre what are you talking about" sam protest. "Theyre all just screaming how is that different!" you yell back.

Sam Monroe ~ is the type to say “name three songs”, but only in front of other alt people to look cool. 

Sam Monroe ~ loves the goth culture but doesn't know how to become part of it, especially without getting bullied. 

Sam Monroe ~  loves making mixtapes with songs he likes to pair together, even if they sounds the same 

Sam monroe playlist done by me ⇦ ⇦ ⇦

❥ ~ Anakin Skywalker ~ 

Anakin Skywalker ~ obviously doesn’t have any cannon music taste so the following playlist is all what I PERSONALLY think Anakin would like to listen to or are him “coded”. This one was the hardest for me to do and is honestly probably the most inaccurate. 

Anakin Skywalker ~ is clearly pretty when he cries, and very lana del rey coded

Anakin Skywalker ~ would have a very open music taste, he listens to what people show him

Anakin Skywalker ~ likes classic rock and acoustic music from obi wan, sad girl music from ahsoka (oh you know she showed him mitski), and softer popy music from padme. 

Anakin Skywalker ~ never knows the names of artists, always has to hum songs for people to know what he's talking about. 

Anakin Skywalker ~ always asks Ahsoka to play her music when flying, but he'll always deny that he does. 

“Why don't you pick your own music for once!” Ahsoka groans in annoyance, rubbing her face in her hands. “Cause i'm flying! "Anakin yells back in protest. “Just admit you like my music.” Ahsoka smirks, plugging her comlink into the ship and getting her playlist on. Anakin stays silent. Pretending not to hear her and stares off at the stars in front of him as he flys. 

Anakin Skywalker playlist by me ⇦ ⇦ ⇦

❥ ~Stephen Glass ~

Stephen Glass ~ has a very diverse taste in all sorts of funky music

Stephen Glass ~ who lives for folk music but also is obsessed with pop music 

Stephen Glass ~ can’t not have Lady gaga on his playlists and knows all her songs. He yells at people who don't know summer boy because that's his favorite. 

Stephen Glass ~ who grew up on bob dylan and the beatles

Stephen Glass ~ was always a Brittany defender and refused to do journalism about her. He would never lie about the queen herself. 

“Did you guys see that britney spears-” his co workers gossip. “I need to be excused.” Stephen immediately stands up and walks anywhere from the conversation. He doesn’t want to hear what they say, and no one wants to know what he would respond with. 

Stephen Glass ~ loves to relax to calming 70s music. 

Stephen Glass ~ is a huge music nerd, but isn't even aware of it. 

“This is Joni Mitchel, she's super cool. She's canadian. I just found that out. I’ve been listening to her for years but I just found out. Crazy huh?” Stephen rambles. You chuckle in amazement on how much he knows and how fast his lips move. “Jeez you sure know a lot about music.” Stephen shakes his head and smiles. “Oh no, not really. I couldn't even play anything if I tried. But anyway did you know-” 

Stephen Glass playlist made by me ⇦ ⇦ ⇦

A/N///: OMGGG im very happy to fianlly have stuff posted again. i have been so out of it lately. this is my first time ever writing headcanons so go easy on me. i have had this sam monroe playlist made for a while now and it gave me the idea to make a lil post about it. i hope yall enjoy and maybe even have a listen. happy thanksgiving and stay hot. - beee!

[adamworu]

Kaworu and Rei still remain as the most interesting characters in Eva franchise to me after all these years. Their knowledge derives in the metaphysical. That one can and does exist beyond physical means. That everyone dies twice. When life first leaves the shell and when the last soul speaks your name. It makes sense too. How the characters most versed in identity are those not allowed to fully to exist in peace. Kaworu exists within a cyclical narrative that dooms him to never being allowed to live or die in his own means. Someone versed on the cycle but trapped anyway. Is it any wonder then, why Kaworu thinks of life and death as identical? Rei from start to finish always been a vessel of forced maternity and general baggage. She is treated as spare parts. Rei likens herself to flowers but only ever perceives them for use or lack thereof. They exist but many aren't 'needed.' Their existence and visage are strongly controlled. Always under someone's thumb. Is it any wonder then, why Kaworu and Rei stand in front of Shinji in End of Evangelion aside from Shinji's representations?

They're both well versed. They're powerful beings that have existed beyond time and space yet still are very much trapped by an undercurrent of forced stagnation within Eva.

Knowing is suffering.

[class1akids]

With that “short end of the stick” anon ask, I’m glad to see and hear you’re content with Shouto’s ending but a lot of people aren’t, how do you feel about the fact that literally no Todoroki died and Rei wants to get back with her abuser now? The fact that the entire Todoroki family seemingly just got pushed to the side, I feel like if HK had more time and better health the Todoroki family ‘arc’ would have been different and longer. I feel like things were kinda rushed and so things happen the way they did. That could be my opinion, but if that’s what happened then I feel like Shouto’s character never got ‘justice’ in a way.

All respectfully ofc! I’m very passionate about the way the Todoroki family was dealt with. <3

Sure, there are many things I don’t like about the Todoroki family ending, Rei’s ending, Touya’s ending, how Fuyumi didn’t get to speak to Touya, Natsuo praising Endeavor. These are all things I disliked, but I don’t see that as “Shouto’s arc” strictly speaking.

Shouto went to the hospital in chapter 44, he continued visiting his mom and did everything he could to make her better. The fact that at the end of the story she “chooses” (I put that in quotation marks bc it just happens without Hori ever thinking of her pov) to stay with Endeavor and chooses not to thank Shouto doesn’t ruin Shouto’s characte; it ruins Rei’s character.

Saying that “his mom sucks” therefore he’s not a good character denies a lot of what Shouto’s arc is fundamentally about. Before it became a “keeping up with the Todorokis”, it was aboht “it’s your power”. It was about recognising the shitty hand Shouto got dealt with in life and saying that dark origins aside, there is one thing he gets still gets to choose - how to use this power forced on him. He gets to decide the meaning of his own life and break out of the framework his father forced on him.

I feel like people equate Shouto with the Todoroki family. But much of his arc is about emancipation, about gaining a drive, a sense of self, about forming important and transformative relationships, about reclaiming his agency, about affirming his own existence - and to me, in this sense his arc is successful.

Shouto was born into a toxic family, suffering a deeply traumatic childhood, yet he still reaches out to everyone in that family with compassion, never gives up on them, does everything in his power to save them.

The fact that they don’t get a picture perfect happy ending, or that Shouto doesn’t get much reward from this - is a gloomy, “realistic” ending, but it doesn’t ruin Shouto’s character for me. No child can be held responsible for every choice five adults make around him.

I’m holding Shouto’s actions up against his own goals, and I find that they are coherent. He went in with clarity about what he wanted to do, and did everything he could to achieve it.

Just because he doesn’t get big external rewards, or constant praise like certain other characters doesn’t take away from his actions. I don’t like anyways Hori’s “tell don’t show” kind of storytelling and prefer to judge character arcs myself.

So yeah, I get that you are not happy with how the Todoroki family plot as a whole shook out. I’m not either. And I don’t think Shouto’s writing was perfect. But in all sincerity, out of the 4 main kids, I think his arc was the most coherent in terms of his goals, actions, and how the various themes, diverse relationships were pulled together.

It wasn’t the flashiest fight. It wasn’t the most rewarded thing endgames. It wasn’t lovingly drawn curves and big fat tears rendered in double pages. But it was the most coherent from start to finish. And I value that in the overall clusterfuck Act 3 turned out to be.

[diced-sugar]

I want to synthesize more of my thoughts into a post eventually (eventually…), but even though Madarame’s route pissed me off, it was also heartbreaking. Good lord.

The last time that Taku and Rei ever saw Towa (aside from Taku spotting him at the meeting in Toono’s hotel) was him walking into the Deathmatch Area in the snow. Gone. Forever. After everything. They ran out into the snow to try and bring him back home and Towa just left everything behind that once meant so much to him

Rei finding him in the Deathmatch Area before all that was also just so. My god. Calling after him so desperately.

Also I’m sorry but after Taku’s interrogation… that was so fucking weird. I thought it was incredibly cool that we actually got to interrogate a character other than the love interest of the route, but what came after was strange. But first of all:

Was it right for Taku to tell him made-up happy stories? No. But I think it was the only thing he could do. Towa was about to shatter right before his eyes and Taku just wanted to try and keep him together. In his own route, he said it himself—he always thought that Towa was fragile and might break if the wrong thing happened at the wrong time. And honestly, his worries are valid considering the incredibly dangerous things Towa does for his art (which may very well kill him as seen in the madness endings for the models), Towa’s incredibly poor self-care, and the fact that they live in Shinkoumi in general. Not only that, but Towa also says many times that he has no interest in investigating his past. Before any of the routes, he just wanted to live in the present.

Taku wanted to create a happier world for Towa, but I don’t think that that means he was living a lie like Madarame said. He was surrounded by people that loved him. I mean hell, when his leg got messed up in Asakura’s chapter, he had the whole damn town asking him if he was okay. I hate that the genuine love and compassion that Taku and the others held for Towa is just treated as facets of a false world. Taku is definitely morally gray, but he always tries to do the right things for the people that he cares about, especially Towa. And he even faltered pretty easily in my opinion when Towa asked if what he had been told was the truth. If it was really a malicious lie, I very much believe he would have tried to hide it harder. Like a certain someone in the Takasato-gumi that we’ll be seeing a lot of next route…

But anyway, after all that, it was really a cop-out to make Taku just… leave? Like after that he just dipped. I understand that Taku was probably flustered and didn’t know what to do, but it just did not line up with the characterization we saw in his route. Even when flustered and pressed by Towa, he always tried to explain himself. It just really seemed like a writing excuse to make Taku leave so Towa could go back to Madarame.

Well that’s just my opinion I guess. Madarame route still did a lot of interesting ideas, but it was definitely the most painful by far. Towa still dreamed of his life with Rei and Taku on the final day of Madarame’s route, and now he left them forever. It hurts

[dare1pon]

The Peacock and The Crow

(Chapters 9 & 10)

Word count: 5,898

TAGS:

Reyno - @radkatzzstuff

Elaine (character who finds june in forest) - @lordofthefrogs11

Author's note: chat I forgor it was the 25th today lmao anyways (UPDATE LIKE 5 MINUTES LATER AFTER POSTING THIS I JS REALIZED THAT CHP TEN IS KINDA DONE SO I DECIDED TO ADD IT HERE)

CHAPTER NINE: Can't wait to tell this story to my grandchildren.

The next day was the same as yesterday, a horn woke us half bloods up and everyone headed out. I yawned and stretched, hearing the loud cracks coming from my joints and my back, sleeping on the floor wasn't ideal, it was stiff but at least I had somewhere to sleep. I saw Rey already at the hermes table, talking with some other camper who looked to be the same age as him.

“morning Junie!” Rey got up from his seat after giving the camper he was talking to a small goodbye wave. “morning.” I grumbled, rubbing my eyes as he went up to me. Its energy like this that I wonder if he photosynthesizes this energy. We sat back down at the table, waiting for the food to be served. Rey went to talk about more on his life, the wolf house, Lupa, and other stuff until Keaton came by and did the same thing as yesterday. Make some big speech on how he was gonna save us all.

”I have a question, what is this prophecy Keaton’s talking about?” I looked to Rey, already tuning out Keaton in the background. “oh, it goes like this!” Rey let out a cough before speaking out this prophecy. “A child, one feared but one most cheered. Be the one, the prophecy neared.” Rey continued, this seems interesting. “through the deepest depth, lay a great name, find the one who attains this fame.” Rey ended with that, the breakfast soon came. Reyno had gotten eggs and bacon, I got a grilled cheese sandwich. “so thats what Keaton’s been on and on about? never really did get that ‘most feared’ part from him.” I told Rey, he was already shoveling the bacon into his mouth as if it was the last meal he’s ever gonna have. “Same here but the moment Keaton heard of this, he immediately started acting all special.” 

“Well, I guess whatever happens, we’ll find out soon enough, huh?” I said, taking another bite of my grilled cheese. It was comfort food, and right now, I needed that.

Rey nodded, his mouth still full of food. “Yep. Whatever the prophecy means, it’s probably going to make things interesting around here. Hopefully, we don’t all get dragged into whatever chaos Keaton’s convinced we’re about to face.”

“Let’s just hope that ‘great name’ in the prophecy isn’t referring to him,” I muttered under my breath. 

Me and Rey finished breakfast, after that he took me to do the camp activities. The first thing he wanted to do was fighting so we went to the arena. “here! I’ll teach you how to wield a sword!” As we walked in, there were already people sword fighting, some in the actual arena itself and others off to the side. I followed Rey to the rack of wooden swords, he tossed me one. It felt light in my hands, I held it on my right hand. Rey stood across from me, grinning widely. He wasn’t holding a sword, though. Instead, his eyes twinkled with mischief, and I noticed his hands were flexing, his nails beginning to elongate, sharp and claw-like.

“Ready for this?” he asked, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.

I blinked, taken aback. “Uh, you’re not using a sword?”

Rey laughed, a deep, easy sound. “Nah, I’m good without one! Watch this!” His hands fully morphed, the claws extending from his fingertips in a smooth, almost graceful movement. “I’ve got my own weapons.”

I swallowed hard as he flexed his claws, giving me a wink. “No need to worry. I’m not gonna bite... unless you really deserve it.” He gave an exaggerated growl, showing off his teeth.

I chuckled nervously. “Right... okay, let's do this.”

With a sudden burst of energy, Rey lunged, his claws swiping through the air faster than I could react. I raised the wooden sword in front of me just in time to block the strike, the sound of wood meeting claw ringing through the air. The force sent me stumbling back a step, my arms buzzing from the impact.

Rey straightened up, grinning ear to ear. “Whoa! Nice block! You’ve got some good reflexes! But you gotta think quicker, yeah? You can’t just wait for me to come at you.”

I tightened my grip on the sword, trying to shake off the initial shock. “Right, thinking. Got it.”

He bounced on his toes again, clearly enjoying himself. “Good! ‘Cause I’m gonna come at you fast. Don’t blink!” Without another word, Rey darted forward, claws slashing at my side. I tried to dodge, but I wasn’t fast enough—his claws grazed my arm, a sharp sting that made me grit my teeth. Everything seemed to just stop for a moment, I could hear my heartbeat louder then Rey’s voice. The blood from the slash on my arm only seemed to grow bigger as I stared at it, the metallic blood now filling my nostrils. My breath grew deeper while I felt the heat from my blood drip. I could only stand there, and hold my stance, sword still in hand. Last thing I saw before passing out was Rey lunging towards me, concerned.

It had probably been hours since I passed out, now I was in the infirmary. It was quiet in the room where I stayed, too quiet for my liking. My arm was not wrapped up in a bandage, there was a slight brown stain on it. I could still recall the smell of blood, metallic. That was the first real time where I felt just, scared? It really wasn't fear that I felt, I didn’t know what to feel. Looking around the room, Rey wasn't there. He probably felt bad for attacking me by accident.

”oh, your awake.” I heard a voice enter the room. It sounded calming. The first thing I saw was a tray of food, then I knew exactly who it was. “Keith?” I mumbled out, he must've heard it “how do you know who I am?” Shoot, I probably sounded like a creep “Uhm, a friend told me? Reyno. I don’t know his last nam-“

 “wolf guy? I saw him rush you here in a hurry, after that he left” I watched as Keith placed the tray of food down by the table to my right. As he got closer to me, I started to notice things I didn't yesterday: he had a mole on his upper cheek, right underneath his left eye, Keith also had an earring, it looked like a peacock feather. “how are your bandages, not to tight?” He snapped me back to reality as he touched my arm.

”Oh! yeah yeah, not too tight” I sat up while Keith was making sure my bandages were just right. Keith finished adjusting the bandage on my arm, his touch gentle but precise. I could feel the warmth of his hand linger for a moment, and I couldn't help but notice the careful attention he gave to making sure I was comfortable. 

Keith then turned around to place the tray of food on my lap. It was bread, some fruits and soup.”You should eat something. It's not much, but it's better than nothing.” “thank you” I mumbled, picking up the bread to eat.

Keith nodded before heading toward the door. "Take care of yourself, June. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask." He left, I was alone again. As I picked at the food, my mind drifted back to Rey. I wondered if he felt guilty about what happened—he must’ve been worried. I couldn’t blame him. It was my fault for freezing up like that. I should’ve reacted faster. 

I stayed in the infirmary, it had probably been a few hours since Keith had left me alone. I wonder how Rey’s doing, I should apologize to him, I should've been faster, should have countered his attacks. 

Then I spent the rest of my afternoon just at the infirmary, soon will came in and checked up on my arm before telling me that I could go back to cabin 11. He gave me the same yellow liquid from when I first arrived. It still tasted like mango pudding cubes. Leaving the infirmary with a new scar, the first person to run up to me was Rey.

He hugged me so hard I swear to you he would have broken my ribs. He was saying sorry a thousand times for his earlier actions, saying that he should have just used a wooden weapon rather then his claws. I just said that I forgive him and that it was my fault for not reacting faster. “WHAT?? but it was my fault that I slashed you an- and you didn't even know how to fight!” He rambled into my shirt, the anxiety prominent in his voice. “I know I know but, I should've dodged your attack. Reflexes, am I right?” I tried to lighten up the mood by smiling in the way that Will does, but Reyno just looked at me worried. I knew that look too well. 

We continued training, but Reyno was a lot more cautious than before. He watched me carefully as we fought, moving a lot slower. Reyno flexed and unflexed his claws, gripping the wooden sword he grabbed from the rack beside the training dummies. The scar on my arm stung a little, not fully but just a little. It felt like an ant bite, or a jellyfish one.

Reyno and I trained for awhile, we trained until it was dinner time. Same routine as yesterday, except Keaton walked up to me.

 “Hey, you! You’re the other new camper  that arrived here, right?” He gave me a look, the same look that one gives you before they start being mean for no reason at all. “Yeah…?” I mumbled, Reyno had left me by myself because he needed to talk to some other friends, maybe something important. I fidgeted, averting my eyes uncomfortably from his gaze.

 “What? You think you’re too  good to look me directly in the eyes?” I looked at them, just for a second. They pierced into mine like bright rubies, the moonlight reflecting off them menacingly. The effect made him look more threatening than how he really was. I winced, turning my head away. “Ha! So you do, huh?” He slowly stepped forwards, which a “Well, listen up, okay? I’m not gonna let you upstage me just because you’re also new. If you do anything remotely fancy like become some child of the big three!” He exclaimed, almost as if he was saying that I was gonna upstage him. “Stay in your lane, four eyes.” Keaton turned away right after flicking my forehead, it didn't hurt really. It felt like a fly just flew right into my forehead. That was a weird interaction, thankfully Rey came back and sat next to me. “Sooo, what did I miss?” “nothing really, Keaton just told me to stay in the background.” I shrugged, not really knowing what to say. 

The next day came by faster than I expected and Rey was called to go on a quest with some other campers. I recognized one of them as the camper I saw at the arena, the one who was practically beating the hell out of that training dummy. I wanted to go with him of course, but…

“It's better if you stay here at camp, Junie.” Rey put his hand on my shoulder, looking at me with a serious expression rather than his silly sunshine one. “But why?” I asked him, a bit confused. I know I didn’t know how to wield a sword or a bow but. I didn’t want to be alone. “You need some more training, but don’t worry! I’ll try and finish this quest as fast as I can!” He soon slung his bag over his shoulder, walking away after he ruffled my hair. I watched him leave with the others, he disappeared into the foliage of the trees, walking farther and farther away from where I stood.

This felt familiar somehow. 

“You look lonely” I hear someone remark from behind me, I quickly fixed my hair as I turned to see who it was, it was Keith. “Don't worry, I've seen Reyno finish a quest as fast as hermes, he’ll be fine.” I nodded, not really wanting to speak after Rey had left. The next day felt short, it passed, one blink and it was gone. All I could remember from that day was…Keith?

I woke up early, before everyone else. Shuffling through the covers of my sleeping bag, I found my glasses and stared at the small clock the person beside me had, 6:30 am. I got up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. It was extra cold that morning, almost freezing. I pulled the covers of my sleeping bag off my legs, the cold hitting them. I shivered, even with socks on it still was cold for me. Honestly I don’t get how the campers here can wear shorts in the morning. 

The only and last clothes I had left that I had found in the lost and found were just some plaid white and blue pants and a black and red nirvana shirt. I wanted to go back to bed but my mind was telling me to take a walk outside. Quickly and quietly I left the cabin, looking around the place. It was plain, no campers running around or training. The slight sound of the trees and the wind whistling felt calming.

My eyes scanned the area, looking left and then right. Something, more specifically someone caught my eye, I saw a camper sitting by the campfire, wrapped in a blanket. It took me a second to realize who it was, Keith. I wondered why he was awake at this ungodly hour of the morning. There was something about him that felt somehow mysterious? I couldn't explain it but it was drawing me in.

Before I knew it, I was standing right behind him, Keith must've heard my footsteps. “I see i'm not the only one who wakes up this early” Keith looked at me, turning his head. 

He looked tired, almost like he’s never slept a day in his life, “what time did you wake up?” I asked, sitting next to him. 

“around 5? 5 or 5:20” I nodded, “I woke up at 6:30” 

We sat there in silence, just enjoying the warmth of the fire, Keith broke the silence “is your arm okay? you should probably change the bandages soon.” He said, looking down at my arm. It still stung a little, felt a bit numb, “oh, okay.” I replied, looking at my arm too.

“not much of a talker, are you?” He commented, “Your name's June right? June Manalo was it?” 

“yeah, how'd you know?” I was a bit surprised at that. I mean sure a few days before when Rey rushed me to the infirmary he would've said my first name but even I haven't told him my last name… 

Keith looked at me with a small smirk. "Rey mentioned it, when he was panicking about you getting hurt. It wasn’t exactly hard to piece together." He stretched, adjusting his blanket around him. “He talks about you a lot, you know. How you’re quick to forgive him and all that. Kind of cute, actually.” I let out a small chuckle “did he ask you to watch over me while he was gone?”

 Keith chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Nah. I just like the quiet. It’s peaceful, you know? I don’t get much of that during the day. And I’m used to being awake when everyone else is still asleep.” His eyes flickered toward me for a moment before he added, “I’ve seen you around camp. You don’t look like you fit in, not yet anyway.”

I frowned, not really sure how to take that. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, his expression unreadable. “You’re different. You haven’t really found your place here, have you?” His gaze softened as he looked at me. “But you will. It takes time.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. I didn’t know Keith had this way of seeing through people, like he understood something deep down that no one else did. And honestly, it kind of scared me.

“So, what about you?” I finally asked, breaking the silence again. “Do you feel like you belong here?”

Keith looked at me for a long moment, his expression blank. Then he exhaled slowly, pulling the blanket tighter around him. "Not really," he said, his voice quieter than usual. "I’m just here because I have to be. But I don’t really fit in with anyone either." He glanced at me, as if deciding whether or not to say more, but then shrugged it off. “It’s complicated.”

I didn’t push him for more, though I was curious. There was a lot about Keith that I didn’t understand, and something told me that if I kept digging, I might end up finding more than I bargained for. But for now, I was content with the quiet.

The fire crackled between us, and the silence felt less oppressive as the minutes ticked by. It was strangely peaceful, being with someone who didn’t feel the need to fill every moment with words.

Soon the breakfast sound rung, all the campers now leaving their cabins to eat food. 

Keith stood up, wrapping the blanket around him like a cloak, and stretched his arms above his head. "Guess it’s time for breakfast," he muttered, I started to follow him as he walked to the pavilion. It was the same old crowd, one I've gotten used to over the past few weeks. Separating from Keith, I felt his hand catch my wrist “Why don't you come sit with me at the hera table, June?” 

“...okay” I said, letting Keith pull on my wrist to his table. I watched him sit down and pat the seat next to him, I just kept my silence and followed. 

I followed Keith that day, wherever he went I went too, whatever he did I did too. I followed him like a lost cat or his shadow, Keith would pop in from time to time, saying something about the activity we were doing. He was pretty good at a lot of camp things, archery, arts and crafts and sword fighting. I sat off to the side most of the time since my arm still had to heal. I was able to do some camp activities though, like arts and crafts.

There was still that same feeling that someone was just watching me, my every breath, move, and speech. Looking around, nothing was out of the ordinary. That apollo camper and nico were hanging out, probably just chatting, younger campers were running around and playing some game, and others just doing what they wanted to. I shook my head, must be paranoia, but the moment I looked back to nico and that camper to check again, nico was staring at me as if I had some answer to a question he was burning to ask. 

Before I could even get up to ask nico to stop staring, keith tapped me on the shoulder. “do you want to head to the pavilion early?” I nodded, I'll just ignore nico. Maybe he’ll stop.

Dinner was just the same routine, except I had keith to sit and talk with me. We chatted about today’s activities or just some campers, “did you hear that demeter kid’s on her fourth boyfriend this week?” Keith whispered to me, I looked in the direction he was pointing at and saw a curly haired brunette hugging a dude’s arm “oh damn…how old is she?” I asked, she didn't look older than 13. “somewhere around…14 or 13 I think, her boyfriend is like 17”  I was surprised that a thirteen year old had a boyfriend who was 4 years older than her, was that not reverse pedophilia? 

Soon after dinner ended, keith walked me to go get more sleeping clothes in the lost and found. I didn't find much except for long baggy pants with stars on them and a t-shirt with a cat. He waved me good night after He walked me to the shower rooms.

I prayed to whoever and whatever gods that the shower rooms where empty, surprisingly they were. Turning on the shower valve, the water came out hot. The hot water felt good against my skin, its warm enveloping me like a warm hug I'd get from my friends. Showering was quick, I wanted to get out and onto my bed immediately. 

I was in and out of the shower rooms quick, putting on the clothes as fast as I can before bee lining to the cabin. The door was closed as I reached the foot steps of the cabin. “damnit!” I semi shouted to myself as I tried knocking, no answer. It was freezing outside and my sleeping bag was in there. Not wanting to cause a whole scene, I just laid down on the ground and curled up like a cat would. I pulled my arms into my shirt, crossing them for warmth. Why was it always so cold during the nights?

I felt sleep soon take me over, my eye lids getting heavier and heavier by the second. The last thing I saw before succumbing to the slumber was the moon…

CHAPTER TEN: The calm before the storm

The sound of laughter rang through my ears, eyes staring at me in every direction. I felt the void around me close in, taking every breath I had. When I looked up, I saw Keaton laughing at me, pointing to my shoes and my outfit. He laughed like a hyena, being joined by his group of friends. All of them surrounded me, predator and prey, pointing and whispering stuff unintelligible, their eyes were pure white with a black dot. 

I couldn't think, couldn't breathe out a word to say something. My mouth was covered with a piece of red tape. Their voices became louder and louder, filling up my ears. I tried running away, to find anyone or anything besides them. It was a dark and empty void that followed me with every step I took. I covered my ears to block out the sound of their laughing but it was no use. I soon stopped as a hooded figure, boney in structure appeared in front of me. He held his staff and lifted his hand up to point at me…

“your next, little crow.” His voice was raspy and hagarred, sounding like nails on a chalkboard. I stared at him and before I knew it, I was being dragged down into the depths of where I stood. It was red, blood red, I looked down to see what was pulling me and it was a white string that burned like a thousand fires. I tried to swim up but the surface only seemed to get farther and farther away. I just gave up, letting the blood red liquids seep into my lungs, the laughing stopped.

Is this what death felt like? Was this the freedom I needed? Death isn't something to be afraid of, it happens once and once only. Death is a beautiful thing, for it lets you be released from all the sins you have committed.

But soon, I woke up to a sharp pain to my stomach. “wake up four eyes!” I heard a familiar voice say, I jolted awake to see Keaton kicking my stomach as hard as he could. I winced but didn't do anything about it, “I said get up!” He yelled at me, I flinched. I got up as fast as I could, dusting myself off of the dirt Keaton had kicked onto me. “Sorry” I looked down to my shoes, feeling embarrassed that someone saw me sleeping outside on the ground like some dog. “Next time at least find a tree to sleep in, little bird.” Keaton scoffed and walked away, his entourage following him behind. My stomach hurt like hell after Keaton kicked it, all I could do was clutch my stomach with my bandaged arm as I walked to the pavilion for breakfast. I didn't want keith to see me right now, I looked pathetic, I looked like a homeless man. 

I headed straight to the hermes table, sitting beside two tall campers to avoid Keith seeing me. They didn't notice me sitting in between them, maybe it was because I was short. 

The two campers beside me were talking about something—probably the latest prank that had gone down—but I wasn’t really paying attention. I grabbed a piece of toast from the tray in front of me, the crunch almost too loud in my ears, and forced myself to take a bite.  The bread was dry, barely tasting of anything as I chewed. My mind kept drifting back to the nightmare, the feeling of suffocation, of being dragged deeper into that suffocating red abyss. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying to push it out of my head. I wasn’t sure if the pain in my stomach or the memories from the dream were worse. Maybe they were both a sign that I wasn’t really awake yet. 

"Hey, you alright?" A voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I turned to see one of the campers beside me looking at me with mild concern, her dark eyes studying my face. I hadn't even noticed her sitting there until now. I blinked, caught off guard. "Huh? Oh, I’m fine."

She gave me a skeptical look, clearly not buying it. "You sure? You look... off."

I forced a smile, though it felt more like a grimace. "Just tired. Bad night."

She nodded slowly, her expression softening a little. "Yeah, I get that. The camp can mess with your head sometimes. Just don’t let it drag you down."

Her words hung in the air like a distant echo, and for a moment, I couldn’t decide if they were comforting or just another reminder that I wasn’t really fitting in here at all. Still, I appreciated the gesture. She wasn’t Keaton, who seemed to take pleasure in making my life more difficult.

"Thanks," I muttered, trying to sound more at ease than I felt. 

As I finished the last of my toast, I forced myself to stand and blend into the crowd, pretending to be like everyone else. My eyes wandered for a moment, and that was when I saw Keith—his usual calm demeanor as he sat by the fire, chatting with a few campers. He didn’t seem to notice me right away, and for a second, I almost let the chance slip away.

She gave me a small smile before turning her attention back to her own breakfast, and I did the same. But my mind didn’t settle. It never did anymore. Every second was a battle between the familiar chaos of camp life and the unsettling thoughts that kept creeping in.

I didn't realize it at the time, but the more I looked at the campers around me, the more I felt like I was on the outside looking in—again. No one knew what I was really going through. No one understood. Not even Rey. The day continued on as normal, like everyday but I tried my hardest to hide away from keith. Every activity I did I made sure keith wasn't there or looking my way.

The activities were a blur, each one slipping by faster than the last, but the weight in my chest never quite lifted. Every time I thought about Keith, I felt a knot twist tighter. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was watching me, even when he wasn’t. That constant, gnawing sense that I was always on the edge of something terrible, something I couldn’t control.

I still followed the same routine, after dinner I showered and got a new set of clothes. The sun was starting to dip low in the sky, casting long shadows over the campgrounds, but I hardly noticed the change. The unease gnawed at me, crawling beneath my skin like a bug that wouldn't leave. I couldn't escape the feeling that someone was always lurking just out of sight, waiting for me to slip up. My thoughts kept drifting back to Keith. He was there—somewhere in the back of my mind—like a shadow, just out of reach but always there, like the echo of a bad memory. 

The sun sank lower, painting the sky with streaks of orange and pink, I found myself walking toward the edge of camp, away from the laughter and the noise. I needed to breathe, to get away from everyone and everything. I felt bad, not more or so depressed but bad, I didn’t do anything wrong though? Why am I feeling this way if all I did was wake up? Maybe that was the problem, maybe me just being here was the problem all along. I didn’t even notice when I walked up to a tree somewhere on the outskirts of camp. 

I let out a long breath, hoping the air would clear my mind, but it didn’t. It never did. My eyes shifted to the campfire, far off into the distance. It was cold. I missed the warmth from the campfire, the heat from the flame warm against my skin.  There had to be something else, something I could focus on that didn’t tie me to this dark place. But every time I tried, my mind circled back to the same fears, the same dread. It was like a storm inside me, relentless and impossible to ignore. The feeling of the shadows wrap around me, covering me like some shield. I pulled my knees up to my chest, hiding my face in my arms.

I want to disappear.

“Hey is anyone over there?” I looked up to see a camper, she had blunt bangs and glasses. Her hands were cupped against her mouth, making whatever she was shouting louder for me to hear. I immediately got up from my spot, brushing myself off as I walked over. “oh hey, just uh…needed some air to breathe?” I said, my voice a little higher pitched then normal.

The camper blinked at me, clearly not expecting that response. “Yeah? Well, you might want to breathe a little quieter next time, or someone’s going to think you’re dying out here.” Her voice was sharp but oddly casual, like she wasn’t fully invested in the idea of small talk. I had expected her to keep walking, maybe even roll her eyes at my awkwardness, but she just stood there, watching me with a raised brow.

“Not dying, just... drowning in my own thoughts,” I muttered, quickly regretting it. "But hey uhm…I mean, it's not like anyone cares about that anyway, right?"

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling slightly, but she didn’t shoot back some snarky remark like I expected. Instead, she just gave me a look that said she wasn’t entirely convinced, but also not entirely interested in making me feel worse. Right, 'cause it's totally normal to just let your brain run wild like that. Must be so easy to ignore the chaos," she said, with a sardonic edge. There was a moment of silence, before she sighed dramatically, almost like she was annoyed with herself. “Look, I'm not here to lecture you, but whatever mess you're swimming in, don't think you're the only one who’s drowning.”

She paused, and for the first time, her gaze softened, if only just a little. “But hey, everyone needs air sometimes. Just... don't stay out here too long, or you might catch a cold. And then you’d really be miserable.” Her voice was still blunt, but it didn’t feel quite so harsh anymore. I walked with her back to the campfire, she waved me off before going to sit somewhere else. I didn't see Keith, surprisingly.  I sat back down by the fire, I tried to push the feeling of unease away, but it lingered, like a shadow I couldn’t shake. The embers crackled in front of me, casting flickering orange light over the ground, but even their warmth didn’t seem to reach the cold that had settled in my chest. I glanced around the fire, noting the others talking and laughing, the familiar sound of camp chatter that I’d been trying to avoid all day. But nothing felt normal anymore, not even the crackle of the fire.

I wasn’t sure when it happened, but at some point, my mind slipped back to the events of earlier that morning. The sharp pain in my stomach still throbbed, a reminder of Keaton’s kick. The way he’d smiled, how his laugh felt like a weight sinking into my chest. And then there was the red tape. I could almost feel it pressing against my mouth again, suffocating me, as if I could never speak, never escape. I could still hear his voice echoing in my mind, mocking, taunting.

I swallowed hard, trying to push the thoughts away, but they clung to me, like dirt on my skin I couldn’t wash off. Maybe if I hadn’t been sleeping outside like that, maybe if I hadn’t looked so... weak, he wouldn’t have done it. Was it my fault? The fear of being seen as less than, as not enough, gnawed at me. But what did Keaton see when he looked at me? Weakness, probably. An easy target.

I rubbed my stomach absentmindedly, feeling the bruise there, trying to ignore the shame creeping up. I shouldn’t have let him get to me. I shouldn’t have let him laugh. But I hadn’t been able to stop myself. I hadn’t been able to do anything.

It didn’t matter. He was gone now, and I was here, still stuck in my own head. I could almost hear the laughter again, reverberating in the back of my mind, like an echo that wouldn’t fade. The shadows of the fire flickered, and for a moment, it felt like I was sinking again—like I was drowning in the feeling of it all. That same helplessness. I didn’t even know if I wanted to fit in here. I didn’t know if I ever had. All I knew was that I couldn’t keep pretending it didn’t matter. That maybe it didn’t hurt.

But even though I knew I wasn’t the only one drowning, I couldn’t help but feel that my weight was heavier than anyone else’s. Everyone else seemed so sure of their place, so sure of who they were. And here I was, stuck in this endless loop of self-doubt, of fear, of wanting to disappear.

The fire flickered one last time, the warmth barely brushing my skin, and I found myself standing up, walking away from it all, needing space, needing air. Away from the noise. Away from everything.

I didn’t know where I was going. I just knew I needed to go. To find something, anything, that would take away the feeling of suffocation, even if it was just for a moment.

And maybe that was all I could ask for. Just a moment. A moment where I didn’t feel like I was always drowning.

[potahun]

A FRKZ timeline?

i was wondering about the dynamics in M20 between furukaza and how it might differ from subsequent movies (being kazami's first ever appearance). we all know that M20 kazami was almost jarringly ruthless and cruel towards curaçao, and when we see him in ZTT (ultimate moe) and in the main manga (moe and moe again), it makes one wonder what happened to this character, beyond "he has gap moe".

my final impression is that M20 fits nicely as a story that takes place soon after kazami's been appointed as furuya's liaison. i think, taking into account all of kazami's appearances in detco media, kazami can be interpreted as being sensitive to social context, status and hierarchy. i personally can see him riding on the high of his new role and having a cocky phase in which he's over-compensating a bit to match the part (or his image of the part): furuya rei is a member of the highest-ranking agency in the police. he's infiltrating an extremely dangerous organisation and god knows what that entails. as his liaison, kazami too should be able to stomach anything (or so he thinks)

By M22, he's starting to grow disillusioned and skeptical of furuya's ways. perhaps, getting his hands dirty simply doesn't feel the same in practice as it did in theory. perhaps, he didn't think it'd involve that much fucking around with the lives of innocent people. he still obeys because respecting structure is how he has always worked and he has his own convictions about what Public Security is, at the end of the day... He's just not convinced that furuya rei is fully aligned with him on what is just and fair (until the end of M22, when, furuya does redeem himself a bit with haba)

meanwhile, ZTT happens! And kazami slowly goes through all the stage of moe and shoujo manga love interest, from being overly conscious about his boss and how to speak to him, to slowly being power-harrassed led into co-raising a dog with him, visiting him at ungodly early hours, going to play baseball and other games with him...until all the lines blur between private and professional, and furuya-san stops being a perfect being in his eyes, instead becoming a person who judges, gets trapped in basements, is childish about the color red, and will lose his cool about his dog eating ice cream...

And then, M25 rolls around. Personally, I see this as a time where kazami has truly come to be at peace with his own role vis-à-vis furuya, the things they do, their ups and downs, and whether or not he likes everything he does, M25 kazami gives this vibe of someone who's accepted the bond between him and furuya as "ah, well, our hands are both dirty anyway, and the red string of fate will drag us both to hell, so i guess i'll follow him even in death". (Cue in the wedding vows being spoken at the beginning of the movie during their scene) he'll step into furuya's quarantine box and disarm his bomb with his own hands. no questions asked.

In parallel though, kazami has definitely grown to become more and more relaxed and cute in furuya's presence. and the gap moe IS real. hatoyama farm case and his "yatta!" at furuya, the kid heist and his "eeehh! please let me stay!!! i'm dying of curiosity!!!"

Professionally speaking, M25 is where they're at. Ride or die and completely unhinged, but cool about it, and will not address the unhingedness of their bond in any way. In private, or even when they're even slightly aside from others, kazami has grown into the most moe of subordinates. he's spoiled. he's been fed hand-cooked bentous every other morning. furuya just cannot get really mad at him anymore....

And now, we've come to M28...and I wonder what it reserves for us.

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PS: the only remaining question i have about M20, is the amount of reliance furuya seems to have on kazami in it (which is more than i'd expect if they were paired up only recently). we see him confirm more than once that he's "counting on" kazami for things. he even reflects at one point that he has to "meet up as soon as possible" with kazami. It does feel like he trusts him and knows him very well already! but hmm, i guess it wasn't jarring to the point of being irreconcilable with the rest. after all, furuya too is a guy who respects structure. i can see him as someone who feels "closer" to a counterpart in the beginning of their professional relationship because of their respective roles. that is the person "assigned" to him. before getting to know that person on a personal level, this person is his "liaison", his partner, his teammate, someone he can trust. and so, he does.

at least, that's one way it would make their whole relationship work chronologically for me!

[panicloser]

School Zone Girls | Family Headcanons | Part 1

Yo so we never see the parents and usually not the siblings of the characters. Which suck but also it means I'm free to come up with whatever interpretations of them that I want *rubs hands together mischievously* >:)

Anyway I reread this manga recently so here's headcanons about what their family's are like, I hyperfocus wrote all these down in one night without editing them, some of these I came up with when I read it originally and some I came up with today, so yeah here's a bunch of food for the starving fandom

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Rei Yokoe

-so it's confirmed that she has an older brother and it specifically says she's living with him. Plus lives in a small apartment and only calls out for him in this scenes which leads me to believe that she's only living with him

-i can just smell the mommy issues on her I don't know what to tell you.

-An obsessive attachment to a woman and has rejection sensitivity, sounds like mommy issue behaviour to me

-i think probably neglectful mother considering her want for attention from Kei and wanting to be around a person constantly

-i also just get the vibe that she only ever had one parent in the picture, so maybe her mom just got pregnant or whatever with no real relationship idk, either way no dad or anything

-her mom was never particularly attentive and was always quite flaky, went out a lot, did whatever she wanted to enjoy herself. gave her and her brother a lot of independence but not much attention. When they asked for things or showed her stuff she didn't really process it much most of the time

-But the few times she did give them attention she was overly affectionate and acted like nothing happened

-her mom also never really put pressure about doing good in school or anything obviously so that's why Rei doesn't have that at all

-once her older brother was legally an adult/able to live on his own she decided to fuck off and leave the two of them living there on their own. She pays them money to keep them sustained here and there maybe visits once in a blue moon but other than that she's not around

-she's a strange lady

-however Rei has a very good relationship with her brother because of all this.

-They argue at times of course but only in that lighthearted sibling way. They've always had the tendency to play fun games or do silly shit together

-i have a headcanon that her brother is just as weird and goofy as Rei but unlike her he's better at masking it in public or around people he's not close to

-Her brother unfortunately has to work a lot to sustain them both, leaving her alone often but he tries his best to not be like their mom and find time whenever he can to spend time with her

-I think Rei would try to talk about her mom's neglect like it's not a big deal but she's really torn about it on the inside and she doesn't hide it that well. Most of the time she just tries not to think about it.

-it would be fun to write a fic where her mom comes back to visit and Rei's in a weird mood about it which Kei notices.

Kei Suguira

-I think Kei hates doing school work and shit just as much as Rei but the difference is that her parents put pressure on her to be good at it

-i get the vibe that both her mom and dad would be serious people that put focus on having a successful career and the typical family and that kind of thing. They're social norm and rule followers y'know

-i don't think they would be as harsh as other parents and they certainly care very much about their kids and can say that but they try to nudge their kids in a certain direction. As long as Kei has doing her work she can have all the fun she wants outside of that

-both her parents are quite similar to each other and hold pretty stereotypical family roles

-Also I headcanon her parents are homophobic at least somewhat and have brought it up. Because Kei has to be getting her internalised homophobia from somewhere and it doesn't seem to be from her peers or her sister which leads me to guess her parents are

-speaking of her sister, we see her in the manga so I don't have to make up too much about her

-they argue way more than Rei and her sibling. Kei's sister making fun of her a lot is the reason Kei is so competitive and embarrassed easily. she's used to getting mad at her sister a lot so used to defending herself and being hotheaded

-her sister her teases her, she gets mad at her, but at the end of the day if the other really was going through something they would have each other's back. They've got a "only I can shit talk her!" type of dynamic

-I think Kei feels kind of nuetral about her parents, she loves them but doesn't feel close to them or like she could open up in a serious way

-her parents think Rei is really fucking weird and wonder if she's a bad influence but unless they found any major effects or about the gay shit I don't think they would make a big deal about it

Yatsude Negoro

-i think she has a pretty good relationship with her parents

-i feel like neither of them are particularly affectionate. Which certainly isn't from a lack of love, I think they both love their daughter very much they just don't show it in a stereotypical way

-the family love language is acts of service and giving each other advice

-her parents are quite similar to her so they all just kind of understand each other very well

-i think both of them are pretty career driven

-i think one of her parents is tends to be a bit nosey into her life which is where Yatsude gets it from and the other isn't and gives her a lot of space

-i could maybe see her parents being a same sex couple? But also maybe not? Idk either way I do kinda of imagine her having a dad that she has a good relationship with though. Maybe he's the one who's nosey.

-Yatsude says she doesn't have any siblings but she also says this line about little shits.

-I'm guessing that means maybe she has a lot of younger cousins. I headcanon that at family gatherings she always tasked with being the babysitter which is why she's got those mother instincts with her friends

The Hinase Twins

-so they mentioned their mom 3 times in their flashback thing and theres also that picture of them with their awards where they're with I'm assuming the mom

-never mentioned a dad or anything else

-considering that and that their mom probably pushes both of them (or at least with Hiragi at first) to do well in school and extraciruclar activities and the extremely codependent relationship the twins had from a very young age leads me to headcanon that maybe their dad died when they were very young. Like a bit before even the oldest flashback we see of them

-its a very bold claim that's likely not true but it would explain their codependcy, Hiragi's early on sense of responsibility towards Tsubaki and Tsubaki's immediate willingness to lean on that. Maybe their mom prompted them to do well at school or other stuff because she was worried about their future because of that loss or it was a way of honouring him. Maybe their dad was a fairly responsible or serious person

-their dad could have dipped too? That would also explain these things.

-anyway as for their mom, I do think she has overall had a focus on them being very successful, way more than Kei's parents. But I do think she is a fairly affectionate person and is willing to help them do the best they can in anyway they need

-probably works a lot

-doesn't push either of them to makeup if they don't want to, advices them individually when she has the time which isn't often

-pressures them but like in a nice way. And then the rest of the time she's busy

-Hiragi thinks her mom's niceness is fake but does appreciate when she helps

-Tsubaki thinks her mom's niceness is genuine but doesn't appreciate when she helps

-both of them resent their mother for a lack of care and feel the strong need to constantly impress her. They both wish she was more loving but neither of them complain about it out loud. Instead both of them just seek alternate authority figures to lean on (Hiragi through Akutami & Tsubaki through Yatsude)

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[foggysirens]

If Destiel (yes the ship) got tossed into the Star Wars universe, which one of them is naive enough to accidentally join the dark side and why is it Cas?

love how you had to specify the ship ajdhdhdkjf that absolutely made me laugh so hard

but okay so this set my brain on fire because you’re so very right in the respect that if we were to plop spn characters into the star wars verse it does, from a narrative point of view make the most sense for cas to be part of the dark side - the only thing is that i don’t think it would be because he naively joined, cas would been conscripted

castiels arc in supernatural of being an angel of the lord who falls from the armies of heaven and grace after finding himself embroiled in with humanity is none too dissimilar from the character arc that finn goes on in the last jedi - they have both found themselves raised to be soldiers, to take orders and to not ask questions and fight in the name of the order they serve. this is all they have ever know but suddenly in the midst of the battle between good and evil they are suddenly unsure if what they’re fighting for is right anymore. and once they know, once they see things for what they truly are, they fall. crossing lines to try and take a stand for what they believe they must, even if it takes them a while to get there. because they both see the good in what they were told to destroy, want to save and protect and love instead. this arc also follows a lot of the same beats as agent kallus from star wars rebels!! thinking on it i would say in a lot of ways cas is a lot more like kallus - what with their the military rankings and training experience and overall demeanour - and i can see him having a similar career in/path out of the empire as him. the arc still stands. cause yeah, the ‘imperial officer turned rebel’ is a reoccurring theme in star wars!

so if we look at that and then we look at castiel, a character who is, admittedly, naive at times, his character fits so perfectly into star wars into that role as someone who was brought up and trained under this regime but ultimately rebels once that illusion is shattered and the free will to change has been realized and (while not diminishing the internal character work that this entails) a lot of the time there is that one focal person who extended the hand in the first place - who gave them that wake up that acts as the foil in this arc (think poe and rey and zeb) and in this au’s case it absolutely would be dean because he’s who it is in spn canon for cas as well !!! (and like, come on, dean fits the han solo bill of being the scruffy hero with a soft heart so well, and he absolutely joined the rebellion with his ancient but pristine pre-empire ship that they use to run jobs and spy on the empire while posing as different officials)

like, im so sure that there already must be so many amazing fics out there that are about just this because the spn/cas/destiel beats parallel so perfectly with star wars that i could talk about it forever !!! they would find each other in every universe !!!

anyways yeah sorry that was so long but TLDR; yeah cas starts out apart of the empire but then he sees dean winchesters pathetic face and joins the rebellion

[coffeeviolinist]

I'm going to give you options in case you get similar asks from other people: Rei and/or Akai (and DetCo) for the fandom ask meme thing. 12, 17, 21, 22.

My boredom is cured :)

12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

The AU itself isn't necessarily crazy, but I've been toying around with the idea of a Hunger Games AU. For no other reason than the fact that there's a list of characters whom I would like to give a knife.

17. What's a book, movie, or show you think [character] would like?

As ironic as it sounds, I think Rei would actually really, really enjoy American crime drama shows, mostly because he and Akai bond over making fun of the terrible (but accurate, at least in Rei's eyes) portrayal of American law enforcement.

21. Go onto your AO3. Which ship have you written for the most? The least? Does this correspond to who you consider your "favourite"?

To the surprise of absolutely no one, AkAm is by far and away the ship I've written for the most. The ship I've written for the least is...actually, I'm not sure since AkAm is pretty much the only one I write for anyway.

I guess I did write one tragic Shuuichi/Akemi one-shot, so I'll go with that as my answer.

22. Give a headcanon for [character].

I've said it once (okay, maybe more than once) and I'll say it again: the Akai family is one of those wealthy, old-money families. Also, when his superiors tried to question him about Bourbon, he was very, very uncooperative.

One headcanon I have for Rei is that he somehow acquires a list of Akai's favorite childhood meals and prepares one for him every week.

Thanks for the ask :D

[junglejim4322]

when this one blog followed me and i clicked on it and all of their previous posts were answering increasingly deranged asks about chappel roan (and now ethel cain too) and the more i read the more i realized they were a cryptoterf zionist taylor swift fan . Most U betrayed the white creed shit Ive ever seen

I made a post saying “chappell roan the first campy pop star with no gay male fans” when she was first coming up before she hit A list that got a couple thousand notes and I’m not joking I think I got the most unexpected vicious backlash I’ve experienced since like the tumblrinaction days. There were people in my notes saying shit like good we don’t want faggots at her concerts anyway and people writing essays on why I was a lesbophobe in my inbox. One person took it upon themselves to send me no joke like 15 anons and other people (I knew this would happen lol) mined my blog to find the least respectable artist I was a fan of (Lana del rey) (she also has ‘you betrayed the white creed’ fans too idk why people think liking music is endorsing someones fans or character be real) to say I was homophobic/a misogynist (?) because of the fact I like other mediocre white people but not her lol. Anyway when she released those videos calling her fans creepy and saying they have no boundaries I couldn’t be less surprised like yep I microdosed her fans one time and she put how obsessed they are mildly. Huge tangent here but I’m just speaking my mind being real x

[shehsart]

Anyways REI TODOROKI: one of the best written female characters I've seen in a long time and very VERY refreshing take from how shounen usually tackles women. It either kills the mother figure or leaves her existence a mystery. Or just one inspirational quote for the protagonist's power up but no. But here we have Rei guys, she's over 40, freaking gorgeous, mother to a hero and a villain. Doesn't need to be brash or violent to show she's powerful. Went through extremely harsh abuse the worst kind imaginable but came out stronger. Tiny but resilient. Spent 11 years of her life at a mental hospital, sees her son reveal to the public that he's a mass murderer and instead of breaking down she goes to confront her abusive husband about it (again he was so triggering for her) Rei who's words made Shoto want to be a hero despite the negative outlook Enji gave him about heroes. Sees dabi's inferno which is so hot people are told not to even look that way but she rides a robot towards it and runs into it even when she has zero resistance to flames. Rei who's still guilty about Touya blaming her back when he was 13. Endeavour not being able to do anything about it but Rei's quick actions delay the explosion until Shoto arrives. Thank you Horikoshi for giving her character closure. Rei todoroki the most woman ever.

[pervdollie]

Born To Die ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

Lana Del Rey x Stardew Valley !! pair : sebastian x farmer (you) genre : Angst, Hurt/No Comfort warning(s) : failed attempt at homewrecking, Alcohol usage, Cigarette/s and Weed usage, Suggestive content, Foul language, Violence, Abigail is bad here. (lmk if I missed some ^-^) a/n : this was made because of my poor younger lil' heart wanted to throw hands with abigail because she was the pair of my emo zesty loner husband.. Anyway! Angst with sebby is the best pair to read and write; I came up with this while I was listening to Lana and flirting playing with stardew (characters) !! >-<

November 7, xxxx

Tip, Tap. The sounds of your boots clicking from the blond guitarist's house onto the pavement laid out so generously, even way back before her grandpa had lived in the valley; breath growing heavy as if it was a race, because it is a race of time, the hours, minutes, and even seconds mattered even more than usual as a certain purple haired woman had managed to get the man she loves dearly alone.

Normally, this would not be the problem. It was obvious from the start, she had a crush on him, or rather still does with how she's getting touchy with his shoulders, fingers tracing from his jaw to his neck down to his chest. Panting heavily, slamming the poor wooden door open to reveal the said woman- hell woman was much too generous to call that minx anything respectful with how she's begging and pushing Sebastian to leave you for her.

Heart pounding with each step taken forward, right, left, right, left; The pattern repeating. Breath uneven due to the fear of losing your beloved Sebastian over the woman who he simply used to have a crush on, A classic trope most would root for; The childhood friends to lovers. But that simply won’t happen.

Or at least that’s what you hoped for. You’ve been begging, pleading, beseeching the pearly gates of heaven to give you a sign, a verification that he was in fact yours. After all this was no fairy tale, no movie but in fact reality, you are more than aware that he could just slip within your grasp if you give even the slightest opportunity to get him flustered with gifts, letters. Hell, even use you to grasp his interests, likes, dislikes.

A sense of relief washed over you as you saw him push her off, The woman with her brows furrowed at the sudden action. Abigail immediately scoffed as she saw you on the doorway, still sitting on the couch with Sebastian already scrambling to approach you.

Yet that happened a week ago, now here you both were.

Two set of feet thumping on the concrete streets, their path being dimly lit by the city street lamps. From a far, one city street lamp flickered as if there was something wrong with the light bulb inside, possibly a fuse deficiency who knows. It was one of those late nights, walking through the quiet city of zuzu; Given it was two thirteen am already, He had invited you to take a quick stroll around the city which turned into a deep conversation.

A soft smile adorning his features, the colorful lights only added more to his beauty paired with that contagious laugh. Is it by mistake or design? You questioned yourself, The ends of your lips curling into a smile, it was impossible not to be infected by his laughter. After all it was uncommon to see him laugh so happily and not a lot of others get to relish in his laughter.

Despite being with him, there was still something missing. Different from how she usually feels on Friday nights, instead of being joyous it felt lonely even with shared laughter between the two of you. No,it must be the fact he has not yet shared the three words you crave oh so much. The words you've been aching to hear ever since your eyes met.

" Can you make it feel like home.. " Words suddenly spewing out of your mouth before you even knew it. " Hm? " A soft hum left his lips, head cocked to the side to meet your gaze, a sweet smile on his face enhancing his features. " ...if I tell you you're mine? "

His brow raising as the corner of his mouth curled upwards into a smirk, almost as if looking at you questioning your words; As if it was already obvious what his answer would be. " It's like I told you, Honey. "

November 12, xxxx

Eyes widening, mouth falling slack. He hadn't-- he didn't mean to, it was a spur of moment action, His emotion got to him first, you have to believe him. Never in the years you both had been together had he laid a single hand on you, you didn't want to believe it. Yet, the stinging pain on your cheek was living proof that he had indeed slapped you.

Blobs of tears swelled in your eyes, threatening to fall within any moment. Your fingers are reaching to touch the aching pain, practically feeling a red mark imprint; hissing at the pain. You stared at him in disbelief, eyes filled with hurt and possibly fear, he couldn't tell.

“ Wait-- Honey I didn't mean to- ” He spoke, voice softening as his fingers desperately tried to reach yours only for you to pull away with that same devastating look on your face. “ Please, you have to believe me.. ” Feet taking slow steps forwards as he looked at you with guilty eyes.

Taking steps backwards as you stray further away from him, almost stumbling in the process but keeping your eyes on him and his movements for any.. Unsuspected actions.

After that however, he hates it, hates himself for slapping you albeit not intentionally but still. It gnawed at his insides all day and all night, twisting and turning after that day he had not stepped a single foot in your peripheral vision. Afraid of hurting you once more even if it was an accident.

Twisting and turning, the bed dipping under his weight as he desperately tried to grasp onto a happy dream; As he finally did, he could visibly see you. Looking oh so gorgeous, laughing at whatever lame dry joke he spoke that you always seemed to love and laugh at. Although it would've been a side effect of the weed they had taken previously.

Taking a drag of the blunt rolled between his fingers, blowing smoke onto his fair skin. Laughter shared between the two as Sebastian kept his eyes on the road, it was a bumpy road yet none of them seemed to care, only reeling in the feeling of acceleration and adrenaline rushing throughout both bodies blood.

It was still a long way to their destination so why not just, try to have fun in the meantime? Their time together is precious, and everything shared between them is kept as a secret.

November 21, xxxx

Basking in the rain, it was a rare occasion for rain to pour down; especially this hard. Twirling around, smiles and laughter in the air as Jas and Vincent had gone out to play in the rain as well, Eyes softening as he put a hand on your hip, the other intertwining his fingers with yours while your free hand went on his shoulder.

Slow dancing in the rain, foreheads touching as the soft splatter of water soon faded away. In his vision, only you and him were in the town spending time in the later days of November. His gaze set on you and only you, a soft smile on his lips as he slowly leaned in with his eyes slowly shutting.

Yours did the same, closing as you felt a pair of lips on your own. Moving in sync as his hand came to untangle with yours and rest itself behind your head to push your head more to his to deepen your kiss. Your hands wrapping themselves around his neck as you could only return back the kiss.

His tongue glides across your bottom lip, with the permission to intrude he does so gratefully. His hand on your hip sliding to grasp on the plump of your rear, as much as you both would love to continue you both pulled away with a string of saliva connecting both of you.

Giggling softly, you looked at him with much appreciation. Head cocking to the side only to remember Jas and Vincent were still out in the rain and was dancing around the puddle, glancing at your lover, the end of your lips curling into a smirk you untangled yourself from him and joined the kids in the dance.

Sebastian only scoffed muttering underneath his breath; “ god you're so insane. ” with a smile on his lips he shortly joined the little ritual of circling and dancing around the puddle. Oh how Sam was gonna kill the both of them for letting Vincent dance around in the rain and the same goes with Jas only with Shane.

TO BE CONTINUED —› (will update when my schedule is free ^~^)

Additional a/n : Heh.. Guys this isn't finished.. yet. I just wanted this to be out, of course I'll update this and finish it so for now this is a W.I.P and I'm actually very proud of this so please don't steal :( ps. you can also see when I stopped doing the colorful thingy bcs I got lazy >-<