#ask-japan-pony

[kaiijo]

HE HAS A RIVAL FOR YOUR HEART — [BLUE LOCK]

characters: itoshi rin, mikage reo, nagi seishiro content: fem! reader, reader is a pro-athlete in rin’s but there’s no physical descriptions, feat. miya atsumu + bokuto koutarou (hq!!), kagami taiga (knb), characters are pro-athletes so i envision them as being in their 20s in this notes: when can this be me?

⋆｡° itoshi rin

Rin glanced around the stadium, taking in the lights and spectators and other athletes with disinterest and a mounting annoyance. He loathed having himself and the rest of the team paraded around like show ponies, but he supposed he could play nice (well, as nicely as he could) given that this was a charity event and that you were here.

You were the starting setter for Japan’s women’s volleyball team, and someone who Rin had taken a recent liking to. He found you to be pleasant to be around, never irritating or pushy and you were kind and talented. He had a certain fondness for you, not that he would ever admit that to anyone.

He spotted you a few yards away in the stadium. The charity event had professional athletes competing in something like a field day, and you were all grouped by the type of sport you played, which meant you stood with both your own team and the men’s national volleyball team.

Rin’s eyes trailed over you, a small smile making its way to his face as he admired how you looked in your uniform. His mood soured when he saw who you were talking to: Miya Atsumu. He had only met Atsumu a handful of times, usually when you invited a couple of friends to hang out, but he knew the two of you were close, if Atsumu’s frequent presence on your social media was anything to go by. Rin’s lips would curl into a sneer whenever he’d see Atsumu’s smirky face appear on his Instagram in a post from your account, envy clawing at his throat when he saw Atsumu’s arm thrown around your shoulders as you two took a post-practice picture together.

His eyes, unfortunately, met Atsumu’s gaze and Rin scowled at the smug smile and wave Atsumu gave him. He tuned out most of what the host of the event was saying, only listening in again when they announced that Japan’s men’s volleyball team would be going up against the national men’s soccer team in the first game.

His eyes met Atsumu’s again, and he glared when he saw you give him a high-five and wished him good luck. Then, you turned away from him and made your way over to Rin. He stood up straighter as you approached and you grinned at him, clapping your hands together. “Good luck, Rin.”

He replied, “I don’t need luck to beat these mediocrities.”

You just smiled and nodded and said, “I’m sure but I wanted to say good luck anyways.”

Rin paused for a moment, watching as his teammates began to get into position for the first event. You said, “I should get to the sidelines.”

You turned to leave and then Rin asked, “Don’t I get a high-five?” You snorted but raised your hand up anyway. Instead of simply hitting his hand against yours, Rin took your hand in his and intertwined his fingers with yours.

You stared at him as he grew a second head. “What’s this, Rin?”

He released your hand and shrugged. “Soaking up your supposed good luck.” He met Atsumu’s gaze for the third time and this time, it was Rin’s turn to smirk.

⋆｡° mikage reo

Reo glanced over the crowd of people in his apartment again, spotting his own teammates as well as other friends and friends of friends. He frowned when he didn’t see you anywhere. Chigiri, who he had been chatting with, patted him on the back and said, “Be patient, I’m sure she’ll show up soon.”

Reo sighed and offered him a tight-lipped smile. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket a few moments later and he reached for it frantically, a message from you on his lockscreen. He swiped across the screen to open it.

You [10:32 PM] sorry i’m running late!! you said u were ok if i brought a friend right?

Reo typed back a quick reply. Of course! The more the merrier hahaha

You [10:34 PM] perf! we’re about a block away

When you said you’d be bringing a friend, Reo had expected it to be one of your girl friends. When he opened his door, however, he didn’t expect to see the semi-familiar, six-foot-three form of pro-basketball player Kagami Taiga standing beside you.

You beamed at Reo, throwing your arms around his shoulder in a hug. “Thanks so much for the invite,” you said. You pulled back to introduce the two of them, and Kagami said, “I think we’ve met before. Mikage, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Reo chuckled but he could hear how strained he sounded. There were a thousand thoughts racing through his head, though the loudest one was Who is Kagami to you? You had called him a friend, but really, what did that mean? Was he just a friend or was he a friend?

He realized he had been just standing there, so Reo moved to the side and said, “Sorry, come in.”

As the night progressed, Reo found himself torn between being happy you wanted to spend time with him and irritation that you also insisted on dragging Kagami along with you. He forgot that you had spent a lot of your childhood in America, where you apparently had known Kagami. When you moved to Japan for high school, when you and Reo met, you lost touch with Kagami and only recently reconnected.

As you regaled him with stories about you and Kagami, not only from when you were kid but also from the past few months after you got in touch again, Reo resisted the urge to frown. The two of you sounded close and he didn’t appreciate the affectionate glances Kagami threw you when he thought no one could see. Was this it? Was he going to lose you?

“So,” Kagami asked, “how did you two meet?”

“Oh!” You smiled so brightly at Reo and he felt his heart skip a beat. “Back in the first year of high school, I saw Reo buy a drink from one of the school vending machines but it didn’t come out, so I offered to stick my hand up and grab it.”

Kagami snickered. “Were you successful?”

“Yup!” You wrapped an arm around Reo’s waist, leaning into him. “That’s how we became friends.” As you launched into stories about yours, Reo’s, and later on, Nagi’s exploits in high school, Reo couldn’t help but feel warmth spread through his chest as you spoke fondly about him. Maybe there was a chance for him, after all.

⋆｡° nagi seishiro

All Nagi had wanted was to have a lazy Saturday with you. They had been given a brief break in training and he immediately asked if you wanted to hang out with him, to which you enthusiastically agreed and asked if he wanted to come over to your apartment to watch movies, play video games, and relax all around. Nagi couldn’t have jumped quicker at the opportunity.

What he didn’t anticipate was one of your other friends, a pro-volleyball player named Bokuto Koutarou, weaseling his way into these plans too. Apparently, his team was also giving their players a week’s reprieve from practice and training. And suddenly, your two person plan became three and Nagi’s hope for a peaceful day was shattered because, as he quickly discovered, Bokuto Koutarou was very loud and very energetic.

Nagi pouted from behind his phone, peeking up at you and Bokuto, who were animatedly discussing something one of your mutual friends did. He didn’t even really care that he wasn’t in the conversation given that he had no idea what was going on; what he did care about was how Bokuto monopolized you and the way your eyes were so bright around him. Was that the kind of guy you liked? Hyperactive and noisy?

Nagi’s frustration only grew when his phone screen flashed a big GAME OVER sign at him. Then, he watched as Bokuto leaned close to you, reaching towards your hair and pulling out what he claimed to be a piece of fuzz or whatever, and Nagi felt his tenuous patience snap. Time to get serious, it seemed.

Nagi stood up from the chair he was sitting in, plopping on your other side on the couch and draping his large body of yours. Both you and Bokuto startled a little and Nagi felt a sick sense of pleasure when he saw Bokuto’s eyes narrow at him. Nagi’s voice came out in a low purr, feigning drowsiness as he asked, “Can we watch that Netflix movie we planned on today?” His eyes flickered up to Bokuto’s face, his silent message clear: Let’s watch the movie we planned on before we were rudely interrupted.

[madamechrissy]

Up in The Air

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Suguru Geto x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Contents ♡ ♡ MDNI-mommy/daddy kink, sex, sweet and emotional, pregnant sex

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ this chap- 3.6k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ You have been jilted at the altar by your groom, Mahito, who has led you on for years. Your best friends, Maki and Yuta, suggest to go on this Honeymoon alone, to get away and find yourself again. On the plane ride, you run into a gorgeous man on a business trip, who holds your hand when you say that you're terrified of planes, Suguru Geto. You all fall into easy conversation, and there's chemistry, he makes you feel better than you had in a long time. You think to ask his number, when he realizes that his room has fallen through.

Well, you have a big honeymoon suite, and you suggest he stays with you. What can go wrong? Not like you don't wanna straddle him or anything...

A/N- Here is their ending!

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Chapter 14- Final

6 months later

Your story began being jilted by a terrible man.

Your story ends (well, it’s just the beginning, isn’t it?) standing at the end of the aisle, staring down at him, your breath in your throat, at the handsome, perfect man you adore. Surrounded by your loved ones, your friends, your family, in a breathtaking city known as Tuscany.

You’re surrounded by the vibrant hues of lavender fields and rolling hills that stretch out endlessly, your close loved ones you all had flown out to join, and you smile, tears hitting your eyes as you caress your tummy. Your belly, swollen at six months pregnant with Suguru’s babies, not just one, no, you had twin girls.

It had been the happiest day of your lives, finding out at the ultrasound that you both had twins on the way, Suguru was so overjoyed as he looked at that little black and white screen.

“I’m gonna be a dad. Oh my God, thank you, Princess. Thank you.” He whispered, kissing you through your tears, your heart thudded in your chest, as he gently touched your tummy.

“No thank you, Sugu. Oh my god, twins!?”

“I know!”

“You jinxed us at the hotel.” You tease, and he grins, kissing you over and over until the doctor came back in.

Now, Maki stands on your side, and Gojo is behind Suguru, as you slowly walk down the aisle, in a beautiful, flowing gown tailored loosely around your bump. You feel a little insecure, so big right now, but how Suguru looks at you? Like you’re that Princess he always calls you?

Yeah, you feel like an entire queen with him.

The gentle breeze kissed your skin as the sun shone down, casting a warm glow over everything, as you keep stepping forward, grinning at everyone who has come, surrounded by pretty rose petals all over. Your sparkly slippers are flat, not the heels you planned, as you think you’d topple, but you were certainly a vision.

Suguru’s chocolate eyes glitter as he gulps with emotion, looking breathtaking, so handsome, just like that moment you saw him at the airport. Your ring is glinting in the light, ready to be joined by a beautiful band now, and your heart is just pounding in your ears as you finally approach.

Maki, your maid of honor, looked absolutely radiant in her emerald dress, her eyes sparkling with excitement and mischief as she smiles at you. You smile back tremulously, as Gojo, dawning a gorgeous blue suit, whispers in Suguru’s ear, making Suguru grin so big, as Gojo’s hand is on his shoulder.

You felt a flutter in your stomach, a mix of excitement and nerves as you step up to the altar then, and Suguru exhales, eyes drinking you in, his full lips parted. He looks so beautiful, you think, that’s the word, his hair is even longer, slicked back in a half pony tail, black hair shining in the sunlight, he’s wearing a gorgeous kimono, more traditional of Japan, it’s blue silk, stunning embroidery.

It makes him look like some Prince from long ago, the way the sleeves billow out, the way it wraps his perfect, strong form. You’re sobbing before you can even say a word, and he exhales, brushing your tears away with one hand, so big it takes over your rounding face. His other hand takes your hand, kissing the back of your knuckles, just like the day he met you.

“Sugu…” You whisper, and he sighs, his own eyes glistening.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Princess. Like you’re not real.” He whispers, and you choke on another sob, sniffling now, stepping closer, as the crowd oohs and ahhs.

“You look beautiful.” Maki says, and you flush, as Gojo smiles down at you.

“So beautiful he couldn’t even wait to knock you up. Ow!” Suguru elbows him, rolling his eyes, but he lightened the mood, certainly, making you giggle. “There, much better.”

“Uh huh.” You stick out your tongue, making Satoru’s eyes brighten as he smirks, then the priest begins, decked out in luxe white robes.

“We are gathered here today, to join these two in holy Matrimony, from this day and onward. They have chosen to say their own vows.”

You shake violently, Suguru holds your hands, trying to keep you calm, and you take several breaths. “Suguru Geto, the day I met you, everything shifted on it’s axis, it was like a breath of air in my lungs for the first time in so long. I knew I could trust you, instantly, I just knew you were the best person in the world. I hoped that I could sit next to you on that plane forever.”

Suguru gulps, long dark lashes blinking over those slanted, seductive eyes, as he takes his own breath. “Princess…”

Your thumbs brush his knuckles now, smiling with your quivering lips. “You made me love myself when I couldn’t. You made me, and make me, feel beautiful, feel worthy, feel so special, every single day. Sugu you saved my life, literally, figuratively… you gave me life again.”

You see people crying, and even Gojo and Maki are tearing up, as everyone watches you two, enthralled.

“I could never be happier than to be the mom to these babies…” You stroke your tummy lovingly. “To be a wife to you. Suguru Geto you’re my forever, and I will always thank God for that day I met you. That day we kissed, when you took my heart, when you filled it. Your patience, your care, your devotion… I love you so very much, more than I knew possible. Now… I love our babies too, already.”

He lets out a shaky breath then, swiping tears with a thumb, glaring down at you then. “Making me cry?”

“Join the crew.” He chuckles, emotions heavy, and everyone lightens up just a bit, but damn near everyone is crying. You see Nanami and his fiance, with their baby boy, Gojo and his wife with their baby girl (oh yeah, she’s pregnant again) and you see Yuuta who is smiling, sitting next to your mom, a mess.

You smile brightly at them, then back at Suguru. “Princess, the day I met you, I felt something was just missing, I couldn’t quite place it. I wasn’t unhappy, but… I needed something, and had no clue what I needed. That day, when I kissed your little hand, when I held it, when I watched you conquer your fear? I felt like I was getting closer to it.”

You’re clinging to his hands tightly, holding your breath, feeling like you’re in some sort of dream, until your babies kick at you. You suck in a breath, taking his hand and putting it on your tummy, and he breathes out, looking down so lovingly it makes you ache.

“They like your vows.” You tease softly, blinking through tears, and he chuckles a bit.

“Good. Princess, you were so open, so loving to me, you shared everything, you gave everything. You didn’t hold back, not once, as hurt as you were. Beautiful, emotional, caring, you’re so perfect it’s like you’re not real. You fill that piece, the missing piece, with your love.”

You cling tightly to his hand, the one feeling the girls kick now, your soft hair falling over your shoulders in curled tendrils.

“I have loved you, I will love you, for now and forever, and I will love our babies. So much. I know they’ll be beautiful like their mother, and will have me wrapped around their fingers.” You giggle then, sniffling, and look back up at him, as the light illuminates his form, as he studies you.

You’re so beautiful, carrying his children, in that white silk dress that hugs your curves, your breasts so full now, your curve of your belly, draping down. You’re wearing that flower you kept from the first date you all had on that island, the little fake one they put on your ear. Your gorgeous eyes glisten, your cheeks flushed with color, as he can feel your love radiating.

Nothing could be as beautiful as you, you’re like a dream, with your glow from pregnancy, from joy, with your perfect waterproof makeup, with your hair softly falling, you look like one of those paintings in your gallery. Except, so, so much more beautiful, like walking art.

You are art.

You’re his future.

“Do you, Suguru Geto, take her to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, until death do you part?” The priest asks, and Suguru grins, his white teeth glinting as he takes out your ring.

“Of course I do.” Satoru hands him the ring now, grinning, and Suguru takes it, and slips your ring on, lips brushing your knuckles, looking like some damn Disney Prince, but so much more handsome. He takes your very breath away, with every beat of your heart.

“And do you,” the priest speaks to you now, shaking you out of your Princess fantasy, but fuck it wasn’t a fantasy, was it? It was reality. “Take Suguru Geto, to be your lawfully-”

“Yes!”

“Um, Miss…”

“Sorry.” You grumble, and everyone laughs then, including Suguru, and the sight melts you even further.

“Lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, until death do you part? You can answer now, Miss.” The priest finishes, smiling, and you giggle at that, before smiling brightly up at Suguru.

“Of course I do.” Maki hands you Suguru’s white gold band now, and you slip it over his big knuckle.

“I now pronounce you man and wife, Suguru you may now kiss the bride.” Suguru bends down, cupping your face now, and as you kiss, the world around you fades away, and all that existed was the love you had for one another, the life you all were building. It’s all just Suguru, you, and your baby girls, clearly thrilled, as you think they’re dancing in there.

The applause and cheers of your guests brought you back to reality, and you turned to face them, hand in hand, as Mr. and Mrs. Geto.

The reception was a whirlwind of laughter, dancing, and congratulations, as everyone reveled in your happiness. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so damn much, from the amount of love just bursting from your chest. You felt like the most beautiful woman in the world as Suguru twirled you around the dance floor, his hand on your lower back, gently spinning you.

“Oh, Sugu… fuck this is perfect!? Aside from I’m a cow.” You huff, and he glares at you then.

“Excuse me? I’ll not allow anyone to talk about my wife that way. Even you, bratty girl.” You giggle, as he caresses your tummy, as your back is pressed against him, and you all sway gently. “You’re so beautiful, tummy round with my babies. Our babies.”

“I love you so much.” You whisper, tilting your head up, leaning to the side as he cups your jaw, as you feel the heat from his big, strong body against you.

“I love you, Princess.”

The night grew cooler as it went on, Tuscany has an amazing breeze so high up, and soon you found yourself leaning your shoulder against a stone pillar, watching your friends and family mingle, your hand resting on your baby bump. The wind is gently blowing your dress around, along with your hair, and Suguru approaches, wrapping his arms around you from behind, his breath hot against your ear.

"Are you okay, love?" He whispered, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded, a tear of joy slipping down your cheek. "I'm more than okay. I'm so happy I can’t…. Describe. This is everything I could have ever dreamed." You lean back on him, exhaling as he turned you to face him then, wiping the tear away with his thumb, his eyes searching yours.

"You're everything to me, too. And now, we're a family, aren’t we Princess?” You nod eagerly, and you are feeling the babies kick again, a little reminder of the love growing inside you.

“Sugu, they're beating me up. Vicious.” He laughs softly, bending on one knee, palming your belly and kissing it, looking up at you, so loving it makes your heart swell even more, so much it hurts.

“I can’t wait to meet you, Mimiko, Nanako.” You melt more, you’re a damn puddle as he talks to your belly, to your babies. “Can you all quiet down for a bit, though? Mommy is getting tired.”

You giggle, and he stands then, brushing your hair back. “Oh shit, it actually worked I think!?”

“Good…” He whispers, husky now, as his palm slides up your sore, aching breasts, so full they’re overflowing in his big hands. You gasp, looking around in the distance, and seeing that desire in his gaze. “I need them to give you a break, so I can fuck my wife properly.”

Shit.

******

Suguru carries you inside the beautiful villa, even though you protest due to your state, but it’s tradition he says. You’re kissing him, as he holds you, as he gently carries you to the room, and eases you down. He’s behind you then, unzipping your dress, it falls to a pool at your feet, a whisper of silk down bare skin, then he drinks you in, your pregnant body.

He’s caressing your tummy, thumbs running over new stretch marks, ones you should care about, but you don’t, not when Suguru lovingly rubs them. Not when he slides hands up again to your breasts, and his thumbs brush your nipples. You cry out, head falling back, exposing your throat to his hungry mouth.

Suguru eases you back on the bed then, sliding down your panties, making you shiver as you’re craving him, more and more, your clit swollen when his rough finger caresses it, making you scream out. He’s kneeling on the floor, between your thighs, kissing down your body.

“Let me taste my wife.” He says, husky, and you’re gasping in pleasure, that rolls over you in waves as his tongue lavishes you, as you can’t even see him over your tummy, leaning back and whining. He laughs against you, breath tickling your glistening folds.

“I can’t see you.” You huff, and then you’re soaked, dripping embarrassingly from a few flicks. “I’m so sensitive!”

“I know, I love it.” He hums against your clit, as he sucks it into his mouth, and you fall back on your arms as he makes you climax so quickly, sliding a thick digit in your entrance now. “Sugu, oh my God, yes, yes!” You moan out, your breathing erratic, as he pumps his fingers in and out now.

You cling to the bed, feeling your knees shake, feeling the pressure build, and he kisses your belly so sweetly then, you see his eyes, chocolate rings over dilated pupils, as he watches you cum for him. You cling to his shoulders now, as you pulse, slippery down his fingers, and then he’s standing, undoing his Kimono, you eagerly help him, and then his cock springs out, so big, so thick, and you can’t help but whine.

“Suguru, you're perfect.” You whisper, stroking him then, going to put your mouth around his cock, and he sucks in a breath, as you taste him, feeling him thickening in your mouth as you work him.

“Princess, fuck , don’t take it too deep… ah-ah fuck.” He backs out as you’re sucking deeper, lapping up his precum hungrily, your pretty eyes looking up as he fills your throat. “Not so- fuck!”

“Mmm. I can do it. Pregnancy doesn't stop dick sucking, Daddy Sugu.” He rolls his eyes back in pleasure and annoyance, grabbing your hair, groaning now as you suck him deeper and deeper.

“Enough, fuck, I’ll cum.” He orders now, and pulls his cock out of your mouth with a pop, swiping the drool out off the sides of your mouth. “How does my Princess want to be fucked? What’s most comfortable today?”

His concern touches you so much, and damned if being pregnant didn’t make you even more emotional. “On my back, you standing? I’d say doggie but you’ve got my knees weak.” You murmur, making him grin, as he spreads your thighs, placing your heels up on the soft mattress, then his arms are on either side of you.

“Anything Princess wants.” He glides his cock inside you now, past your tight entrance and into your walls, which flutter around him as you feel so full, so fucking good. Your babies for once don’t move, giving you a blissful reprieve. His hands run over your tummy gently, as he pushes in fully. “Beautiful, as a mommy, aren’t you?”

“Thank you Daddy.” You whisper back, then you watch the nostrils of his straight nose flare, his high cheek bones flush, and he fucks you harder, not hard like before, but hard enough to hit that spot.

“Can you cum around me?” You nod, eagerly, and then he’s rolling his hips, his long silky black hair falling over you, brushing your breasts. He bends down and sucks a sensitive peak into his mouth then, and you fall apart, cumming hard, making his grip on your hip tighten. “Feel so good, fuck it’s even better?”

“It is so… so… ah!” You scream again, so goddamn sensitive Suguru is gently fucking you into another orgasm, moaning against your breast. Your hands cling to his shoulder as he rolls his hips again, rather than jostle you with hard thrusts, he’s careful, looking down into your eyes now. “L-love you. Love you.”

“I love you, Princess. S-so much.” He stutters as you clamp down on him, as he’s caressing your face, kissing you, careful to keep his weight off your tummy, and you melt into each other, as you come together so beautifully it brings tears to both of your eyes, it steals both of your breaths. “I’m close, Princess, what do you do to me?”

“Cum with me, please, let me feel you cum.” You plead, and his eyes shut, as he lifts your thigh so carefully, fucking just a little hard for a moment, until you fall apart under him, crying your release into his pretty lips. He’s groaning as he pulses, as his cock pours hot cum inside you, filling you with his seed, coating every bit. “Sugu! Sugu oh my… Sugu, I…”

He’s whispering your name, as you kiss, as he’s caressing your tummy, as he’s kissing you over and over, hungry, sweet, emotional. As you both pour your love into each other, surrounded by it. When you’re finished, and he’s cleaned you up, you’re laying back against him in the huge copper tub, the warm water fragrant as it laps around you both.

“Remember when you showed me how to play with myself?” You tease, looking up at him, and he grins, wiggling his brows. “You knew what you were doing!”

“I couldn’t help myself, you were so fucking hot. You are even hotter, now, fuck these curves kill me.” He grips your breasts again, making you whimper.

“As if my ass needed to get bigger.” He chuckles, shaking his head, planting kisses along your cheek, dripping wet from the tub.

“You’re perfect. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together. With our sweet babies.” 

“Me too, Sugu. Me too.”

*****

Three months later

Mimiko and Nanako are both crying in their cribs, they’re just home from the hospital. It had been a little rough, they’d come early, but they were perfect, healthy and beautiful. You and Suguru wake up, grumbling and exhausted, he helps you up out of bed, holding you carefully.

“I got them both, love, you’re sore.” He says, frowning, and you wipe the sleep from your eyes, yawning.

“Doc said it’s good for me to get up. Plus you’ll help me.” You murmur, kissing him on your tiptoes, feeling him smile against your lips.

“Always, Princess.” You and Suguru tiptoe into the rooms, and your twins somehow were both up, hungry, sucking on their little thumbs, Suguru picks them both up with ease, and fuck doesn’t he look so gorgeous holding them, with that adorationg in his gaze.

“Fuck I’m lucky.” You say, and he laughs softly, as he hands you Mimiko first, helping you unbutton your nursing bra.

“I’m lucky. Look at you.” He brushes a nipple, which leaks with milk then, making you blush.

“Don’t tease me when we can’t do anything, jerk.” You stick your tongue out, and he just pouts.

“Soon.”

“Soon.” You agree, bringing Nanako to your breast now, as Suguru puts a binkie in Mimiko’s mouth, cradling her. He bends down, kissing both of their precious faces, before kissing your forehead.

“I love you three, so much. I’ll protect you all forever.” He says, and your tears shimmer in the moonlight streaming from the nursery window.

“I’ll love you three forever, Suguru. You’re all mine.”

“And you’re all mine.” You kiss in the quiet, as your babies are in your arms, and you think to yourself, how lucky you are, how blissful this is, and how ready you are for even more of your adventures with your husband.

Your Sugu.

The end! I hope you all enjoyed their love story.

Masterlist of all my fics here. <3

[mishy-mashy]

Got my hands on a Ultra Analysis BNHA book from a library

Some points I liked (I focused more on 1B since they don't get a lot of attention)

1B once had a Tetsutetsu BBQ. They heated him up and cooked food on him. He proceeds to ruin it when he declares his sweat is the salt to their food

Yui is canonically the prettiest first-year

Mineta has no sex appeal at all, but he thinks being a hero will make him lucky

Class B does respect Monoma. He's sharp-minded, witty, and has a way with words

Monoma sometimes wanders into 1A's dorm just to throw down a mean speech, and heads back to 1B

Juzo probably isn't helping Monoma's confrontations with 1A, since he just always asks him why he can't say it to their faces whenever Monoma complains about them

Shiozaki tries to be polite even in a fight

Pony hosts anime parties, so 1B knows a lot about anime. Vice-versa, they teach her Japanese, and everything nasty is Monoma's fault

Tokage was a gyaru

Tsuburuaba, Kaibara, and Kuroiro get worked up whenever they talk about girls

Manga likes Kenranzaki

Awase's family runs a small factory. He also restrains Monoma whenever Kendo isn't available

1B likes hearing Rin say "Aiyah", so he does it for them

Kamakiri is obsessed with cutting into things

Class B's play was really successful

Tamaki is scared of Kirishima's energy

1C was planning a send-off party for Shinsou for his upcoming hero transfer. They didn't doubt he would make it, ever since the Sports Festival

Shishikura (meatball Shiketsu boy) might've chosen Shiketsu because he likes the uniform's hat

Nakagame and Yo are dating

Tsuyu's family gets to spend a lot of time together now, since their parents' busy jobs have calmed down

Tsubasa (devil wing kid in Midoriya's memories) suspiciously lost touch with Midoriya and Bakugo in middle school (his Wiki page confirms Garaki - his grandfather - turned him into a Nomu)

Torino likes goofy gags. This rubs off on All Might (ex. when Midoriya thought he died when Torino fell with ketchup. People don't know whether to laugh or be concerned)

Nighteye has yellow streaks in his hair as a homage to All Might

Nezu likes worming into tight, dark places, so he likes Aizawa's scarf. They went into detail, describing why Nezu likes it, such as material to crawling in, etc.

Recovery Girl has to travel around Japan regularly to help people with her Quirk (as in, she uses her Quirk to help them. Healing Quirks are SO rare)

Hojo, Tabe, and Sestuno are kept in the same jail, so at least they're not separated

[dai-dai-daisukeee]

I got bored, then I remembered Tumblr exists. so hi guys:3

My name's Daisuke, the Tulpar's most awesome intern and I'm open for any kinds of asks. Hit me with what you got!!!!

OOC: Heya there, it's the mod. Call me Kane (They/Them). I made this blog for a plethora of reasons, two of them being that I absolutely love Daisuke, and that I keep seeing other rp blogs being cool and stuff and I wanted to join in on the fun.

Basic Rules:

→ No racism, homophobia, transphobia, etc. (This is a given, but I'd still like to state it)

→ No sexual/inappropriate asks or rps. (romance/platonic and jokingly flirting is okay)

→ Be respectful.

Other stuff:

→ OC rps are allowed. (+ tulpar crew rps, idk if I had to add this part)

→ I will depict Daisuke with my own headcanons, sorry if you don't like them.

[More things to be added]

Headcanons:

» He/Him ftm.

» pan + demi-aroace.

» Daisuke is filipino/japanese (mother is Filipino, father is japanese) but grew up outside of the Philippines and Japan.

» He can speak tagalog (conyo) and japanese, badly.

» Alex G enjoyer.

» Can play the guitar (kinda).

» Has undiagnosed dyscalculia.

[More to be added]

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Pony express = #Corporate tag✉️

The entire crew = #Tulpar crew tag🚀

[More to be added]

[izvmimi]

cw: sexual content but no overt smut. about a wedding. crack and selfshippy. similar to a prior fic, this is written in third person with A - Izuku's partner, B - Bakugou's partner, C - Shoto's partner.

"Who stopped the music?" B asks, wincing as the makeup artist applies the last bit of powder on her face and it threatens to get into her eyes. A turns to glance at her, then at the laptop in the corner, having forgotten music was even on, she was focusing so intently at the job being done on the bride.

"Oh shit, C, can you get that?"

C moves away from arranging flower bouquets for the bridesmaids to the laptop.

"Uh... I Write Sins Not Tragedies is next on this playlist somehow?" she asks, raising her eyebrows. "Sounds like a bad choice given the circumstances..."

"Who the f..." A's voice trails off, then she grins, a twinkle in her eye.

"Do Pony."

"Don't!" B insists, almost moving out of her chair which has A giggling while the makeup artist frowns and retraces her eyeliner.

"Wait, I don't get it..." Mina says while B's cousin tilts her head, trying to understand.

"I promise you, it's a good thing you're unaware." A jokes, while B makes a sound of frustration. C goes back to flower arranging while the girls settle on the next song and the music resumes.

Finishing touches are completed on the bride-to-be's makeup and when she turns, the four bridesmaids all clap and congratulate the artist, who's about sick of all of their antics but still very proud of their work.

"You did an amazing job!" A insists, while B gives them a hug and promises only good reviews.

"I'll definitely call you if I get married!" C says as she waves her off.

"If?" A says raising an eyebrow and C blushes, then looks away.

"I'm the only one getting married today though, so let's focus on me," B reminds everyone and the girls all agree. Mina pops open another bottle of champagne and gives everyone a generous helping while the girls keep chatting and complimenting B's look.

She looks incredible in a cream tulle wedding dress with a lace bodice and short sleeves, and her bridesmaids are gathered around the suite in matching shades of emerald green. A takes a few pictures between sips of her champagne while C makes sure to pass around the customized flower bouquets. B's cousin adjusts the bottom of her dress, and the girls engage in mindless chatter to make sure B's nerves are calm.

After all this is her wedding day, and when you're marrying Japan's self-proclaimed Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, there is a little bit of excitement to expect.

---

At the other end of a hall, there are three handsome groomsmen and one very, very agitated (also handsome) groom packed in a room, waiting for the ceremony to start.

Katsuki is pacing back and forth, hands shoved in the pockets of an insanely expensive suit and Kirishima has been trying to talk him into calm for the past five minutes, while Izuku just watches him stomp from one end of the room to the other and Shoto cracks open yet another beer. It's his fourth can and still his face is too neutral for Izuku to figure out whether or not he's drunk.

"Chill out man,  you literally just have to show up, everything is fine and going smoothly!" Kirishima encourages him, trying to place a hand on his shoulder which has Katsuki tense up and turn.

But he doesn't yell.

Instead he takes a deep breath, and rubs his temples, before pulling a sheet of paper out of his pocket.

"Are those your vows?" Izuku asks, curiously.

Katsuki resists the urge to tell him to shut up.

"No, this is a list of rules before any of you act a fool at my wedding."

Shoto tilts his head and Izuku is again, wondering if the man is drunk.

"Rules?" Kirishima asks.

"Yes."

Katsuki opens up the sheet of paper, but his hands are trembling ever so slightly.

"First rule, no messy behavior at my wedding." Katsuki takes a look at Shoto who has just gulped down the can he just opened, and is still wiping off his face with the back of his hand. "If I see you fall down anywhere, I'm whooping your ass in public."

Shoto blinks.

"Okay."

Kirishima and Izuku exchange a glance. Katsuki clears his throat.

"No fucking at my wedding. The only one who will be getting anything tonight is me." He pauses, then looks directly at Izuku. "That means you specifically."

"Bro, what?" Izuku asks, genuinely offended.

"Don't bro me. You know who you are."

Kirishima stifles a laugh as Shoto puts away his beer can and eyes another. Izuku murmurs something under his breath but Katsuki continues.

"When you see B, look the other way completely. I want you at opposite ends of the venue at all times."

Izuku gives him an exasperated look.

"We're literally entering together."

Kirishima laughs while Katsuki clenches his fist.

"Well after. You separate and you don't reconvene. I don't need any other hard dicks at my wedding."

"Are you implying you're gonna be hard?" Kirishima asks and Bakugou gives him a scowl.

"Never mind." Kirishima says. Shoto opens a bag of chips and Izuku gives him a look, wondering where in the world the bag came from, then goes back to protesting his slander.

"I just don't understand why you guys won't get over this notion that I can't keep it in my pants! It was one time!" he whines.

"You held up the bathroom in Denki's apartment for two hours." Shoto says through a mouthful of chips. "That's gonna give you a reputation."

Izuku opens his mouth then closes it but there's nothing to defend.

"No proposals during my wedding or I'll break your neck." Katsuki says next.

The four of them can agree on that.

"No kissing either," Bakugou says, looking directly at Shoto.

"I think that's a bit unreasonable-" he starts, but Mitsuki suddenly shows up at the entrance.

"What's unreasonable?" she says. Izuku freezes, unsure how much Katsuki's mom has heard, while Mitsuki, ever fashionable and dressed in the most gorgeous flowing pink dress makes her way to her son and plants a kiss on his cheek.

"You look amazing, honey!" She gives him a few more kisses which has Bakugou turn several shades of red before shooing her off.

"No kissing, huh?" Shoto says, the crunch as he bites into yet another chip especially loud.

---

"Fuck, I almost spilled," A gasps as she shakily catches her champagne glass. There's splatter on the ground, but nothing's touched her emerald dress. "Thank God these dresses are dark anyway."

"Careful!" C says without looking up from her phone. She's clearly texting Shoto, smiling all the while while Mina rushes to grab paper towels and hand them to A. 

"I better get through this ceremony without messing up this dress." A grumbles.

B, still in her seat, kicks her feet in anticipation of the ceremony starting in just a few minutes, then the thought hits her.

"Oh, by the way, A, if you do end up doing what you and Izuku do, just make sure you swallow."

There is a record scratch in the air.

"... what?" A stammers.

Mina stifles a knowing laugh while B's cousin looks around the room with intense confusion. 

"I mean it's a time to celebrate love and you're gonna look good and he's gonna look good so I'm just trying to be helpful!"

She speaks as normally as she's suggesting to put on sunscreen before sunbathing, and A's face is growing warm from her neck to her face.

"Why would I-... at your wedding... why me..." she trails off. 

"Listen, it's not like it's the first or the last time," B says, her smile steady. 

"IT WAS ONE TIME!"

"It was definitely not one time." C mumbles and Mina gives her a glance then drinks down the rest of her champagne.

"It was-" A starts but then she's mentally recounting all of the times she may have been caught with Izuku in a compromising position. 

Momo's pool party, cockwarming him at the deep end. Supply closets. Bar bathrooms. Hero gala bathrooms. Denki's bathroom.

She opens her mouth and closes it. C giggles then comes over to pat her on the back.

"I believe in you. You can keep it in your pants."

Before A can answer, the wedding coordinator knocks.

"It's showtime!"

---

C and Shoto are the ones suspiciously missing from photos, after all.

“If those two don’t appear in the next ten seconds,” Katsuki is muttering murderously under his breath. B smiles and holds onto his arm tighter and the kiss pacifies him, just a little bit. The wedding photographer continues to coordinate the group for the photo, walking up to A and Izuku to shift their positioning. 

“You guys are too close,” he says. Izuku takes one step back but shifts very slightly to the side. The photographer gives him a strange look but then steps back and says nothing. 

“Izuku…” A whispers under her breath.

“Yes,” he whispers back.

“You’re hard, aren’t you?”

“You’ve been rubbing your ass against me for the past minute, what do you think?”

A shakes her head. “Katsuki’s gonna kill you.”

“I think he’s gonna get Shoto first.”

“... Fair.”

“Shut the fuck up back there!” Katsuki quips at them both, practically vibrating and B gives him a loving look.

The wedding photographer shakes his head at the whole group.

“Smile!”

[tiktowafel]

Headcanons for Neito Monoma?

yup here you go! tagging @fabpops1 because she also asked for Monoma headcanons

no coloring today because the one i made two years ago sucks and i don't feel like remaking it :'D honestly i feel like Horikoshi and I both half-assed his casual clothing sketch lol

him and his parents were all born in Japan but he has some relatives in Belgium, whom he really enjoys visiting. it's the main reason why he seems so interested in european culture (his profile page states he likes french cuisine and franco-belgian comics)

he can also speak french very well thanks to that

he's also fluent in english (though he has trouble understanding Pony sometimes - he's much better at reading and writing than he is at listening) and has a basic knowledge of several other languages. he doesn't really expect it to come handy at any point in the future, he just learns them because he finds it fun

besides that he also likes history, classic literature, theatre... yeah this guy is a huge humanities-leaning nerd and i don't accept criticism

nor do i accept the fact that he's supposed to be a bad student in canon?? like, he's so smart and also competitive, no way he isn't top of the class... he may not be as good in science and math as he is in japanese and history, but nothing an all-nighter can't fix

in middle school he was part of the drama and debate clubs. and while hero course students aren't supposed to join clubs because they should focus on hero work, he managed to argue his way into the same clubs in UA by saying that his theatrics and speeches are an important part of his hero persona. Kuroiro joined the drama club alongside him (didn't contribute to the argument at all, just nodded wisely every time Monoma presented a point)

class 1-B's culture festival performance being a stage play was actually his idea! it didn't really go the way he intended (he did NOT expect it to turn into a four-way crossover more ambitious than infinity war) but he greatly enjoyed performing in it anyway! maybe even too much

his knowledge of quirks rivals Midoriya's. he researches them a lot mostly to help his copy quirk but also out of genuine curiosity

he often helps his classmates with training their quirks and comes up with new techniques to try out. he's particularly good at it because he can actually try other people's quirks himself, which gives him a better understanding of how they function and what their limitations are

^ which is why i believe he'd make an awesome hero course teacher!! (in all might's role - i don't think making him anyone's homeroom teacher would be a good idea, he'd be just as biased towards his class as he is now lmao) it's definitely one of my favorite "future" headcanons

he praises his classmates' quirks a lot and says he considers them all great, but he does have preferences when it comes to copying them

his favorites are Yanagi's poltergeist (somewhat boring, but easy to understand and very versatile both in battle and everyday life), Tokage's lizard tail splitter (he almost died when he copied it for the first time because he barely managed to put his body back together before his quirk's time limit ran out, but that didn't stop him - he always found Tokage's quirk very fun and useful, so he put a lot of work into fully figuring it out and now he uses it pretty often), Shoda's twin impact (Monoma's physical strength.... leaves a lot to be desired, and the second impact always being significantly stronger than the first helps make up for it) and Kuroiro's black (you can move around very fast and it's fun :) )

quirks he does not like copying Honenuki's softening (fun, but quite difficult to control and avoiding collateral damage with such a destructive quirk is a pain in the ass. Honenuki understands that perfectly) and Shishida's beast (just... really not his thing lol)

for some reason i see a lot of people headcanon that he has pet ferrets, and you know what? i agree. he does seem like a ferret person

prefers smart clothing, a polo shirt is the most casual he'll go. he only ever wears tshirts for exercise (which he hates doing lol) and probably doesn't own a single hoodie

in general i think he has a good eye for elegant design... his dorm room is very stylish and nicely coordinated too. i think one of the light novels also describes it as "vaguely french" and yeah that fits

while he tries to keep his room neat and tidy on the outside, all his drawers and cabinets are horribly messy

he's that one kid who has like 17 different allergies and is completely useless if he forgets his meds on a spring day (spring is his least favorite season due to this. i think winter would be his fave)

luckily he is not allergic to dairy so he can eat as much stinky french cheese as he wants 👍

speaking of food i think he's a pretty good cook actually

prefers listening to older (and mostly foreign) music and is a huge snob about it

honestly he probably acts the same about movies and books too

arguing with people on the internet is one of his favorite ways to spend his free time. if there are no 1-A students around, you can always show off your impressive vocabulary by bullying random internet strangers with bad taste in movies!

almost everyone in 1-B considers him a friend despite his... anti-1a bullshit, because he's just really nice and helpful to people he likes + he's a great leader! however he's closest to Kuroiro (friendly drama king rivals! they're constantly arguing about dumb shit using the fanciest words they can think of and they're always trying to outperform each other in the drama club meetings they both attend, but they love each other trust me <3 also Monoma helps Kuroiro with studying because he sucks at school), Pony (when he's not trying to trick her into insulting 1-A he can be pretty helpful with japanese, he also likes listening to her talk about her home country), Honenuki (he's Pony's best friend, so you usually befriend them both at once, but Monoma thinks he's also interesting to talk to by himself) and Tetsutetsu (they don't share many interests but Monoma hates exercising so he has Tetsutetsu force him to do it. his positive energy certainly helps a lot)

ever since they got to know each other during their joint training fight, Monoma's been using 100% of his persuasion skills to convince Shinso to join 1-B instead of 1-A. Shinso is conflicted to say the least

aaand that's all i have for him! hope you enjoyed these!!

[askponyinuyasha]

Mod here! *waves*

50 followers! You guys are really amazing! I'm always so gobsmacked by the kindness and dedication of the tumblr pony community, but you guys have really brightened these last couple weeks for me!

I wanted to apologize in advance if my posting schedule slows down over the work week - I don't get a lot of time after work to sit down and focus on making pony art, but I do try! The best part of running this ask blog is getting to draw other people's lovely OCs and try to render them in an official MLP:FIM style.

I am trying to gently nudge the blog towards something more like story/plot though, and there are a ton of great asks in my inbox to move things in that direction, so I hope you guys enjoy what I've got cooking. I have started and stopped art on several asks at this point because I thought of a better order for things to go in for specific pacing, but hopefully it will all be worth it!

Thanks again for your support, guys, and I hope to keep bringing you guys more quality answers as the story continues!

That being said, I'd like to suggest just a couple housekeeping things for how I would like to run the blog in general.

Because my favorite part is drawing other people's OCs, it would be really helpful if you send me an ask and don't have a ref of your OC front and center on your blog, you could send a link to a ref in a separate ask or in a message. That way I have a good idea how you would like your OC drawn!

Additionally, I want to be able to tell a new story with this blog also (I have lots of headcanons and things get mushy in AUs anyway), so I would appreciate it if asks could keep meta knowledge of the Inuyasha manga/show/movies to a minimum. I don't particularly feel like weaving a multiverse into this narrative, so I'd like to play it as though a place like the Feudal Japan of Inuyasha exists somewhere in Equestria or an adjacent region - maybe even it's own nearby island. I don't mind things being played for gags now and again, but the way the story went in the manga/show/movies is not necessarily the way things will have happened in Pony!Inuyasha's past, so I'd like it if asks avoided adding too much meta from canon.

[class-1b-bull]

How they act in front of the person they like/have a crush on!

Not proofread we die like men

Awase - he may be very brash and has a foul mouth but bro is silent when his crush is near. He doesn't know how to act lmao. Has probably accidentally reenacted the Mommy? Sorry. Meme

Sen - he tries to act normal but everything he says and does just seems dorkish for some reason lmao. Spent 45 minutes thinking about how his voice cracked when he answered a question

Kamakiri - he yells a little less but thats about it. If anyone asks what he thinks about his crush he will say he hates them (when he doesn't)

Kuroiro - blushing and can barely get a sentence out. Poor dude. He by far becomes like 5x more poetic around his crush

Kendo - starts overthinking every little interaction between her and her crush but she would rather die then let people know shes worrying so much about how they picked up their pen this morning lmaoo

Kodai - she starts doing little insignificant things for them just to make their day a little easier. But for the most part she acts normal

Komori - she always has this big smile when their around <3 she tends to trip up on her words and such while talking to them

Shiozaki - shes always a little more akward and a little less social when theyre around simply because shes nervous of what they think of her ykyk. She definitely puts a little more into how she looks each day when theyre around.

Shishida - for as long as his crush is in japan they will not be allowed to open any doors themselves. Shishida will always be there to do it for them.

Shoda - dude can barely talk to people normally you think he can talk to someone he likes? No. But he does leave nice anonymous notes in your locker for you to find.

Pony - she gets nervous and just starts talking and rambling about who knows what to the point her throat starts to hurt lmao.

Tsubaraba - he immediately becomes 20x dummer when his crush is nearby and what makes it worse is he will do crazy shit to try and impress them but it always backfires.

Tetsutetsu - hes constantly trying to prove to his crush how manly he is. Its at the point where if he finds a jar thats a little too hard to open he has to wait til they are in the room until he can open it.

Tokage - she tries to stay her usual social and outgoing self but she does get a little self conscious when theyre around. Shes worried they dont like her for who knows why

Manga - other than trying to make his crush laugh a little more each day he tends to draw them a lot. (He would probably die of embarrassment if he showed them the pictures tho.)

Honenuki - hes the only one here that stays 100% normal honestly. No one would be able to tell he likes someone unless he straight up told them.

Bondo - poor dude freezes up completely when his crush is near. While some of the others are worried that their crush doesnt like them hes worried that his crush thinks bondo hates them because of how he freezes up and such

Monoma - he is meanly nice to them. He would walk up to his crush after training or something and say 'bakugous incompetence is the only reason your stupidly brilliant plan worked. So good job reading his inability to see past your tricks' or whatever

Reiko - if she has a crush on someone she tries to avoid them at all costs lmao. After a few weeks she will slowly approach them and try to start a conversation but it doesnt turn out well

Rin - bros biggest fear is accidentally saying something that makes him sound stupid honestly. He works hard to be a hero and he wants to show it off it front of his crush but at the same time he doesnt want to seem bitchy yk?

I rlly loved this interaction between them its just so shcustelfbdmkdidsndkfksh <3<3<3<3<3

[deusvervewrites]

Ask Game: Shortly after his Quirkless diagnosis, Inko and Izuku moved to the USA along with Hisashi for work. While there, Izuku befriended Pony Tsunotori, and later the two of them chose to move to Japan and attend UA.

In this AU, Hisashi is fucking loaded. I don't know what he does for a living but their family is well off. So well off that it was completely nothing for Izuku and Inko to move continents.

This is the AU that comes closest to Midoriya being Batman. I don't mean that in the Batfam way, I mean that in that he has the money to learn a wide variety of martial arts and detective skills growing up and having access to Support Gear.

Pony, being half Japanese, was the first person to reach out to him when he transferred to her school and they quickly became thick as thieves. Absolute besties.

Due to the differences in years between American schools and Japanese schools, they both moved back to Japan for their third year in Junior High in order to make sure they're all set up for UA. They have no way of knowing that this puts them in Mustafa right in time for a certain Sludge Villain to attack.

Pony saves Midoriya from the Villain and is offered One For All, which she easily accepts. Midoriya is her confidant. OFA makes her tail longer, give her fur and a snout kind of like Cow Lady, and lets her change the size and shape of her horns when they regrow between shots. It goes without saying that her horns are stronger and she can control more of them. Also, as per my headcanon of Mutant-Quirk and OFA, she's jacked.

+1. This also means that they're in opposite classes from canon which is kind of funny to me

[dynared]

With the Energon Universe in full swing and actually beginning to sell people on GI Joe’s concept (replacing Murican soldiers and evil terrorists with a military based spy thriller and an ancient conspiracy of snake people respectively), some people are inevitably wondering what other franchises Hasbro will try to ask Kirkman to put into the universe. So far he has been adamant that Skybound will only publish four Energon Universe comics at a time, but given that the Joe miniseries will eventually lead into a single ongoing, as well as Hasbro presumably wanting to sell more properties for toys and/or future media, it’s worth looking at what they still have the rights to and the odds of them showing up.

MASK - The trademark was just renewed today, and is probably the most likely thing to appear. Funny thing is Hasbro aren’t even the original owners, having acquired MASK and the GoBots in the purchase of Tonka. For years there have been attempts to merge MASK into GI Joe as one of its many, many sub-divisions (alongside such real toy lines as Battle Corps, Mega Marines, Ninja Force, Eco-Warriors, and Star Brigade) and the ground-up approach of the Energon Universe makes it really easy. Humanity studies Cybertronians, and soon an elite force has vehicles that turn into other vehicles, with pilots that use the trademark masks. Best part is as a Joe subdivision, they won’t even need a new book.

Action Man - Another “we could throw it into Joe if need be” license, although one that may seem far more redundant. Funny enough, Action Man started as the European brand of GI Joe’s original toys (because they wanted a less American centric name in foreign markets) but unlike MASK, they add little to Joe as it exists. Not a likely addition.

Visionaries - Here’s one that likely won’t be seen unless they cameo in Void Rivals. Visionaries was re-introduced in IDW’s continuity in a crossover with Transformers that was widely reviled by just about everybody and failed to spark interest in a brand revival. While the Void Rivals crew might end up near Prysmos, it’s highly unlikely.

Jem - The red headed stepchild of Hasbro’s brands, Jem hasn’t been touched since a very poorly selling IDW comic series that was divisive to put it mildly and a movie that made made $2 million on a $5 million production budget and was widely reviled. While there is some merit to the idea of having a comic looking at society while both the Transformers are on Earth and Joe is fighting Cobra from a civilian perspective, Hasbro will probably be loathe to use Jem again. The ONLY way I can see Jem appearing is in a one-shot akin to Neon Genesis IMPACTS, an Evangelion one shot made for the Japan Animators Expo about an idol group making a go at a career during the events of Evangelion that ends with them all being killed during an episode of the series proper. If Hasbro signs off on a one shot comic about Jem and the Holograms getting killed by Decepticons, it’s probably them washing their hands of the franchise.

As for other franchises? Hasbro no longer has the rights to the Inhumanoids, ROM the Spaceknight is back at Marvel where they’re reprinting his iconic 80s run, and My Little Pony is still at IDW. So unless I missed something, those are all the major Hasbro franchises that could end up being put into the Energon Universe unless Hasbro wants to try scraping their board games for ideas.

[rosebarry16]

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[alanaartdream]

With news that doll/ toy companies that are helping to support war crimes and thus why a lot of us toy/ doll collectors need to be very careful witch toys/ dolls we are buying this Christmas 🎄

It’s enther by them 2nd hand or buy from those not supporting war crimes

But the question is what toys/dolls are safe?

I think not 💯 sure I think pusheen Care Bears and my little pony toys are safe

I hope being from Japan that Sanrio Chococat

Bandai (they make a lot of the Pokemon model kits I enjoyed making and I got a demon slayer nuzuko doll done by them as well)

And Takara Tomy the makers of Licca chan dolls are safe as well

But I’d like to know for sure

So I am asking those who are in the know to for if these are all safe or not for sure

Also like to know if moose toys magic Mixies pixlings doll safe as well

Think we need a list being as a lot of us will have cousins/ nieces and nephews or siblings or friends we’re looking for gifts for Christmas 🎄 and new years gifts

[houkagokappa]

4, 14, 17 :)

Falabella - Do you have any pets?

Yes! A Hermann's tortoise, and growing up my sister had another one that currently lives with my parents. We've had them for close to 20 years :o

Faroe Pony - What place(s) do you want to visit?

Since we're on the topic of tortoises, the biggest dream I have is to visit the Galapagos Islands to see the Giant Tortoises, along with the gorgeous and fascinating nature they islands have to offer. I'm also low key planning a trip to Japan to shop for kimono goods and stationery. Within my country I'd love to visit more lighthouses and extreme points. Next summer I really wanna make it to Bengtskär, which is both the tallest lighthouse in Finland and the southernmost point that you can easily visit(?). I do also dream of visiting Bogskär, which is the actual southernmost point of Finland, but it's tough to get there.

If you think getting to Märket is difficult, then Bogskär is a whole different beast

Other lighthouses on my list are Yttergrund, Kylmäpihlaja and Kallbåda Lighthouse, and then two other dream destinations I have in Finland are Sottunga and Kökar, both islands belonging to the Åland archipelago. I wanna visit them for the nature and local history!

...it's starting to feel like I have a type? :D

Thoroughbred - What's something you struggle with?

These days? Getting out of bed :/ I have a decent amount of work to do, but not that many days where I have to attend lectures or meetings and it's sooooo difficult for me to get up and get going on those days. It doesn't help that some of the plans I've tried to make to help me with it fell through and I got sick over the weekend so now I'm supposed to stay home and rest, but I also need to keep up with certain deadlines, and I can rarely manage to work on anything from home.

I've also been feeling pretty bummed out about not replying to people. I've always been bad at it due to anxiety and time/energy/effort related reasons, but during the last few weeks there's been a bit more than usual, or the messages I've failed to reply to have been bothering me more than usual. Some are study related, some are from people I don't want to give the impression to that I don't care or appreciate their messages so that they'll send me less in the future, and then over this weekend I failed to reply to someone I normally never ignore, to the point where she had to ask me if I'm okay and it makes me feel like I'm getting worse at it :(

Thanks for the asks!

Horsie Asks 🦄

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Chapter Contents

(Arranged Marriage Fic) Read on AO3

Rated M

Satoru was the one who suggested they attend a baseball game together. “Things have gotten pretty shitty around here,” were his exact words. “And I want a reason to make Utahime jealous.” Hannah was in no position to refuse. It was indeed a dark time for Japan. The theater had left a terrible gloom over the country. Sixteen days since the “terrorist bombing” and the public still did not know the truth behind the attack, believing Aum Shinrikyo responsible. Unreal, they thought. The mysterious disappearances of children, gas leaks blowing up schools, and now this? A terrorist attack leaving more than 600 dead. Holy crap, what was this world coming to?

So then. How did Tokyo remedy this depressing gloom, you might ask? Well, they sat down to enjoy a baseball game. That’s what. Yeah, show those terrorist devils that their doomsday plan was a failure. That they couldn’t upend this country’s way of life no matter how hard they tried. Sports offered a way back to normalcy, to heal. And what better way to heal other than baseball?

No, that was not hyperbole.

Other than the matsuri festivals celebrated at the end of the year, seldom was it socially acceptable for people to let their hair down and unwind from the eighty hour workweek and strict school system. So for many Japanese diehards, baseball was its own religion, its own art form, a means of escape where the impossible became possible and dreams of the most remarkable kind came true. Hard work. Perseverance. Athletic excellence. The team sport affectionately dubbed “America’s national pastime” could just as easily be “Japan’s national pastime.” There was no modern sport Japan loved and revered more than baseball. They practically lived and breathed it. Even football, the most popular sport on earth, couldn’t vie for Japan’s heart. This was bēsubōru country, baby, take your checkered soccer balls and kick them somewhere else.

Satoru had opted they go to a day game. The Yomiuri Giants were playing against the Hanshin Tigers, their arch rivals, and as expected the Dome was seated to the brim. Shaped like a humongous egg, Tokyo Dome could house well over 45,000, but the attendance that afternoon felt innumerous, as if the entire city, baseball and non-baseball fans alike, had taken off work to witness the spectacle.

Rival fans uniformed in either Yomiuri orange or Hanshin black and yellow waited behind concession stands, peddling headbands (hachimaki), baseball caps, colorful frying pans, drumsticks, and various other noisemakers. Cheerleaders and mascots danced their routines, waving to the crowd from the field as young “beer girls” in highlighter-yellow uniforms walked up and down the stadium aisles, carrying pony kegs on their backs to serve cold beer to the masses.

Hannah noticed then that she wasn’t wearing Tigers or Giants gear like the rest. Instead, Satoru had lent her one of his jerseys. Emblazoned in all caps on the front was the bold word “SEATTLE” with the eye of a compass centered in front of the “S,” which felt odd because Seattle was an American city. Was there a Japanese Seattle she didn’t know about? The player on the back read “ICHIRO 51,” and the fit was five sizes too big. She had to button it up to keep it from sliding off her shoulders.

Looking out at the field, Satoru had bought them good seats; not too high up, but not too close so Hannah could capture everything. They were sitting on the Tigers’ side. She took a bite out of her enormous hotdog that could easily feed two people and glanced at her husband sitting adjacent, sipping his soda through a straw, dark glasses hiding his eyes as he observed the buzzing atmosphere below. He had his baseball cap on backwards, monickering the Japanese flag.

Evidently, they were both pacifists at this game. Like her, Satoru had chosen not to wear Giants or Tigers gear, nor a Seattle jersey. Rather, his uniform showed two red birds perched on a baseball bat. “St. Louis Cardinals” stitched in retro cursive on the front with a patch on the sleeve cap stamped “2006 World Series Champions.” Her eyes landed on the name lettered on the back in cardinalate red. “TAGUCHI 99.”

“I watched Taguchi Sō play during the 2006 World Series as a teen,” Satoru said, catching her snooping as he slurped his soda. “Not many Japanese players make it to the MLB. Much less, the World Series. But the man did it twice. He’s the first Japanese to have won two World Series rings during his time in the States. An absolute legend.”

Hannah swallowed her mouthful of hotdog, listening intently. “Does that make him your favorite player?”

Satoru grinned and shook his head. “Nah, I don’t have a favorite player,” he chuckled. “Keeps things interesting that way.”

The game was already in full swing by that point and had transitioned to the top of the third. The two teams remained scoreless. Hannah watched as the Giants pitcher stood on the mound, got in his stance, and fully rotate his arm in spectacular motion to deliver his throw, a nasty two-seam fastball clocked at 92 mph, but the Tigers hitter standing in the “batter’s box” had a good eye and swung his wooden bat — CRACK!! — thus making solid contact. And like a shooting star the baseball ricocheted off the slender wooden stick and took flight, soaring higher and higher, beyond the left outfielder’s bandwidth. Now positively electric, half the stadium rose from their seats, thinking it would stay fair, but alas. The buffering wind veered the baseball away from the foul pole and sent it plummeting to the stands. A very distinct groan could be heard throughout the stadium as the Tigers hitter jogged from first base back to home, shaking his head in frustration. It’s not a home run, but a foul ball.

Hannah blinked, not having a clue what just happened and swallowed another biteful of hotdog.

“Honestly, I thought it would be more like cricket.”

Drinking his soda, Satoru froze mid-slurp to give her a blank stare. “You do realize you’ve just insulted both cricket and baseball fans with that sentence, right?”

Ah yes, that was another fundamental Hannah quickly learned. Baseball was not cricket, and cricket was not baseball. They were totally different sports and no fan dared commit sacrilege by conflating the two. However they were both admittedly complex, yet Satoru had done a good job giving her play-by-play as the game went on, making sure he covered all the basics. If she understood him correctly, the rules of baseball were as follows:

Baseball is a game played between two teams, whose goal it is to score more “runs” (points) than the other. After nine “innings” where each team has gotten nine chances to score runs, the team with the most points wins. If the score is tied, the game goes into extra innings. Now, in order to score a run, an offensive player must put the baseball in play by hitting it with a wooden bat; either with a full body swing, or holding the bat horizontally over “home plate” to tap the baseball gently which is called a bunt. If the hitter is successful and manages to hit the baseball and it stays fair, then he must run around and step on the three “bases” (cushions/also called the “bags”) that are evenly spaced like a diamond as fast as he can before running across home to score one run. If the hitter misses the oncoming “pitch” (throw), or he does not swing and the baseball is caught within the “strike zone” then it is labeled a strike against him. Alternatively, if he does not swing and the baseball is caught outside the strike zone, then it is labeled a ball. If a hitter gets three strikes, he is out. But if the hitter gets four balls before he gets three strikes, he is automatically awarded first base. If the batter hits the baseball, but it is caught midair by an opposing player on the field, then the batter is also out. Additionally, if the hitter is running around the bases and an opposing player “tags” him with the baseball in his glove (there are nine opposing players on a field), or steps on the base with the baseball in his glove…

You get the point.

As one might imagine, baseball could be very confusing. There were a lot of rules involved. That’s why it was advised to watch the sport in person. And while she was intimidated by it then, Hannah would eventually fall head over heels in love with baseball that season. In fact, nine times out of ten, the Gojo’s future date nights would be spent eating fried foods at baseball games and cheering on Hannah’s beloved Seibu Lions down at Belluna Stadium. And for their third wedding anniversary Satoru would fly them out to Los Angeles to watch Team Japan take on Team USA in the 2017 Baseball World Classic semifinals. Japan would not advance, sadly, nor retake the championship title for another six years, but Hannah would be cheering passionately throughout the entire game, start to finish; Scoffing when the umpires made the wrong call and leaping for joy when Kikuchi Ryosuke homered in the bottom of the sixth. But as of now, Hannah was a beginner, trying to learn the nuances between a “splitter” and a “cutter.” So far, the pitches looked identical.

For the rest of the game the foreign wife continued observing and listening. She had memorized the chants the fans were clapping to and liked the taiko drums and brass trumpets blaring from somewhere out in the stands. However, she still struggled to know when the baseball was fair and when it was foul. Satoru would lean along his armrest to explain. She could tell he was enjoying himself. His breath tickled her skin.

“See the white lines on either side of the baseball diamond, leading up to the foul poles?” Hannah saw the chalked white lines he was referring to and nodded. “The baseball is fair if it stays within those two lines. Anywhere else, it’s foul.”

“Except when it passes over third or first base?”

“Alright, now you’re getting it,” he nudged her affectionately with his elbow, “You’re catchin’ on quick, Princess. Soon you’ll be calling balls and strikes.”

Hannah smiled proudly at his praise and broke into jubilant applause as the Tigers hitter from earlier successfully hit the oncoming pitch yet again. This time the baseball was a line drive out to right field, staying fair. Her eyes followed the Tigers player as he raced around the diamond, stopping at third base before the Giants' baseman could tag him out. He’s safe, it’s a triple. The crowd yelled and cheered. Then the second hitter in the Tigers’ lineup stepped inside the batter’s box, looking to bring his teammate home from third. Their momentum would carry on for the remainder of the game.

By the end of nine innings, the Hanshin Tigers would defeat the fan favorite Yomiuri Giants: 6 - 2

After their baseball extravaganza, there was still quite a bit of daylight left and most venues were open. Satoru and Hannah decided to explore the area, and of course this meant visiting a garden. Koishikawa Kōraku-en (Garden for Taking Pleasure Later) was conveniently situated right next to the Dome. It would’ve been a cryin’ shame not to go.

Hannah was practically bouncing with excitement. Kōraku-en was one of the three most treasured gardens of Japan. What made it unique to the other two, however, was the blended harmony of Japanese and Chinese elements, which was inspired by a famous poem where the emperor could only rest easy once his people were taken care of; hence the garden for “taking pleasure later.” In the early weeks of spring it was a popular destination to photograph the pink sakura blossoms, and then the vibrant red maple and golden ginkgo leaves come autumn. Like the Gojo’s garden back home, Kōraku-en was centered around a resplendent lake with ducks and koi fish. Satoru and Hannah walked along the large moss-covered rocks and stepping stones, listening to the gentle waterfalls scattered here and there. The fiery azaleas bushes and hanging wisteria were still in bloom. With no June rain to sabotage the mood, walking the pathways made for a lovely summer stroll, and since it was a weekday, the crowds weren’t as heavy. They could hear the birds chirping way up in the trees, blocking out the car horns and sirens of Tokyo. The city felt as though it were miles away.

An hour later, Satoru and Hannah left the garden and stopped near a fancy looking vending machine to grab a quick treat, which was yet another quirk about Japan: The various kinds of vending machines. Want a healthy banana to snack on? There’s a vending machine for that. Need an umbrella on a rainy day? There’s a vending machine for that. Forgot to bring tampons with you to work? Yup, there’s a vending machine for that too. The Japanese were nothing if not resourceful.

Satoru’s vending unit of choice was the much beloved Okashi Gaku’s “Cake in a Can.”

The plastic canisters were see-through, but Hannah couldn't make up her mind on what flavor she wanted, so she allowed her husband to pick for her. She watched him swiftly dial the keypad, numbers 1 and 4, and pay for the cakes with his IC card he used for boarding the metro. Like a soda dispenser, two cans dropped to the bottom. Her husband bent down to retrieve them and handed her the pink one. “Almond Cherry Blossom” it read, while Satoru selected “Chocolate Sponge with Strawberries” for himself.

“Cheers,” he sang, holding up his plastic can. Hannah let out a small giggle and clanged her cake can to his.

“Cheers,” she responded back, and not forgetting her manners added a small, “Itadakimasu.”

They peeled back the aluminum lids simultaneously. Satoru didn’t waste time unwrapping his plastic spoon and dug in, but Hannah paused for a moment to examine the novelty confection. She gently poked the strawberry chips at the top and spooned out a dollop of white cream. She then brought it to her lips, taking her first bite.

“So?” she heard Satoru say. He had already finished half his can. “What do you think?”

Hannah chewed the melted strawberry chips. The first layer of cream was actually mochi mixed with red bean paste, giving it a truly Japanese flavor and on the sides were jellied sakura blossoms made of kanten. The almond cake wasn’t too sweet, nor too rich either. Just how she liked it. Delicious! Hannah gave a hum of approval, which enticed Satoru to coast over her.

“Here, I wanna taste.”

And that’s when things took a dramatic turn.

Every ligament in Hannah’s body came to a screeching halt as her husband leaned over and took a huge, relishing bite of the pre-scooped cake on her spoon. The very same spoon she had also used. He closed his mouth and withdrew the plastic between his lips slowly. Too slowly. Her heart seemed to skitter. No hesitation, he had eaten off her spoon. Gojo Satoru had just eaten off her spoon. Her. Plastic. Spoon. Did that imply, oh God, have they quite possibly shared…

…an indirect kiss?

“Meh, it’s alright I guess,” Satoru said, licking the cream off his lips, as though everything was normal. “Could use more mochi.”

She couldn’t believe it. The Japanese were known for being absurdly polite. They were soft spoken. Reserved. Perhaps a bit shy like herself and conscientious of how their peers perceived them when not inebriated or cheering at a baseball game. Individuality was often frowned upon. They even had a saying for it: The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. But Satoru? Satoru was a huge stubborn nail that refused to yield. He carried none of those polite mannerisms, tending to voice the quiet parts out loud. If he didn’t like you, he said so. If you were looking for his honest opinion, he gave it to you. Brash. Chatty. Arrogant. He was also teasingly sarcastic and coquettish, making it hard for Hannah to know when he was flirting and when he was being his generic obtuse self. Wait, is that what was happening? she thought. Was he flirting with her?

She couldn't help but notice how people, especially women, young and old, blushed when they passed them by on the street, whispering to their friends and giggling. Hannah knew what had them talking. How did a foreigner like her end up with a guy like that? Yes, even with the dark frames covering his eyes, Satoru was strikingly handsome in every breadth of the word. Snow white hair, turquoise blue eyes, and sculpted tall body, he was a magnet for attention.

Earlier when they were leaving the stadium, Hannah watched him stretch out, and as he raised his arms, his baseball jersey rolled up and her eyes focused on the deep grooves chiseled along his hip bones, the muscled abdominals, a happy trail of white hair lining down his naval, before he lowered his arms and the jersey fell back into place. Good lord. Her heart ratcheted in her ears and there was no avoiding the tingling sensation that ran along her scalp, down her neck, and around to the front. A strange warmth she couldn’t adequately describe pooled between her thighs, thrumming. She clenched her legs together and tried suppressing the horrendous flush from creeping up her cheeks, praying he didn’t notice. Merely thinking about it had her blushing again.

Much about their argument whilst inside the Domain had gone unsaid. Her virginity rang out like a distress signal. It still had her reeling, knowing he knew what she looked like without her clothes on. But if he had done it more than once, it meant he liked what he saw, no? Isn’t that what she wanted? They were bound to talk about it sooner or later. You're not a little girl anymore, Hannah. You’re married. Yet the bride felt there had been a glitch. Like some sort of hidden communication was going on between them that her grasp of the Japanese language, or any language, couldn’t translate.

“Yum, that really hit the spot,” Satoru said, eating the last of his chocolate strawberry cake. “Want me to finish yours?”

Hannah, suddenly not making eye contact, shoved the sakura cake can in his lap. He swiped it gleefully, but noted her odd behavior.

“You okay, Princess? Is something the matter?”

“N-No, nothing is the matter.”

“You sure? Your face is all splotchy. Could you be having an allergic reaction?”

“I promise you, I’m fine.”

Unconvinced, Satoru grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, her cheeks like cherry tomatoes. Hannah forced herself not to squirm as he brought the back of his hand up to her forehead.

“Hmm. It doesn’t feel like you have a fever,” he said, moving his back hand from her forehead down to her burning cheek. “Maybe you need to drink more fluids.”

More fluids. Right. Not the hormonal fluids swimming through her bloodstream. Nope. Definitely not those.

Hannah coughed and turned aside, encouraging him to let go, and quickly got to her feet, relieving the queasiness building in her stomach. “Really, I’m fine,” she wiped the sweat off her palms, “So, where to next?”

Satoru threw their empty cake cans away in the nearest recycling bin. He checked the time on his phone, 4:47 PM, nodded, and started walking towards an unknown destination. Hannah followed his lead and after a few short blocks realized he was guiding her towards the gate entrance of an amusement park. But right as they crossed the gates he turned himself around, slipped her a devilish wink that said “I’m up to no good,” and suavely, effortlessly, wove his calloused fingers with hers and clasped them together.

He brought her inside the park, holding her hand.

It was easy for the average person to forget how big Tokyo was. How big exactly? Well, big enough to fit a grand total of 23 amusement parks. That’s how big.

Satoru waited with Hannah as they stood in line for the Ferris wheel. Phase 1 and 2 of Operation: “Make Sure Wife Had Fun" had been a smashing success. He had taken the day off for it: No missions. No annoying higher-ups to play stupid politics with. No official documents to fill out. He had enjoyed a long overdue break. Finally! Now on to Phase 3.

They hadn’t changed out of their baseball attire. Hannah rarely wore her hair down, but today it was half-tied in a lavender ribbon. He had been enamored all day watching the glossy auburn locks swish around her waistline, brown, gold, and red. His Suzuki Ichiro jersey was way too large for her, but something inside him liked that. Looked a million times better on her than it ever did on him. Best of all, Hannah had smiled more in the last seven hours than she had in the three months they had known each other. And boy, did she have a beautiful smile. Absolutely radiant. The kind that could light up a whole room and make a grown man’s heart jolt into a full-on sprint. Verdant brown eyes. Petal soft lips. Those cute freckles dotting her nose. That ass in those jeans. Ugh, it just wasn’t fair.

This is my…friend I was talking to you about

Friend. A ripple of embarrassment shot through him at the memory, his pride feeling as though it were torn to shreds. He hadn’t forgotten the fact he’d been flatly friendzoned, and knowing he had made her cry because he chose to think with his dick and not his brain made the feeling worse. It was his fault. That’s really what this day was for. Satoru was going to make it up to her. Properly. He only hoped she wouldn’t reject his advances.

The Six Eyes wielder had been more, how would he put it, handsy than normal. (No, not that kind of handsy. Get your mind out of the gutter). More straightforward. Bolder. Testing to see how far she'd let him push the envelope before growing uncomfortable; touching her, giving sidelong glances, feigning ignorance, etc. He thought eating off her spoon made it blatantly obvious. Best piece of cake he’d ever had by the way, and her reaction had been adorable. Baby steps, Satoru. You can do this. Let her set the tone.

Hannah had made a hard pass on the roller coaster, but Satoru was able to persuade her into riding the log flume with him - she enjoyed that part - and more than once she let him snap a pic of her as they explored the park, choosing which attraction to ride next. They rested for a quick dinner and decided on a shooting gallery ride called “Gan Gun BATTLERS” where they wore 3D glasses while sitting on animatronic chairs, shooting various targets with ray guns. Satoru was especially proficient on that ride. The couple rode other stuff, but Hannah did not enjoy the haunted house one bit, and as Satoru expected she gripped the back of his jersey and kept her eyes closed the entire trek. He thought the special effects were rather lame, but liked her clinging to him, wanting his protection, so that was a win, right?

Their final ride for the evening was the huge Ferris wheel named “The Big-O” due to its centerless frame, an engineering feat at the time it was built. However, Satoru had other things on his mind than gigantic rotating wheels. For much of the day, he had been brushing his fingertips against hers in an effort to hook a finger and hold her hand. In theory they had already held hands before inside the Domain, but she had been too scared for it to hold any meaning. He had succeeded when they arrived. He kept trying to push his luck again as they waited in line. Everytime their fingers touched, his eyes would flick back to check her reaction. She refused to look at him, blushing, her cheeks tinted a pretty pink. So cute.

By the time they stood at the front of the line, his hand was prying apart her hina doll fingers to slide them through the openings. Her palm was soft. He worried he would scratch her with his calluses.

She hadn’t pulled away.

So neither did he.

Phase 3 was lookin’ good. Gojo-1, you’re clear for takeoff.

The attendant waved them inside the glass caged gondola and they cozied up next to each other, still holding hands. A couple seconds later, the attendant gave the thumbs up, and the ride cranked and whirred, slowly lifting the gondola forward away from the ground. Too cramped to fit his 6’2 height, Satoru crossed his legs along the empty seats. Hannah admonished him for it. “That’s not safe,” but he wasn’t concerned. The Ferris wheel could break down and collapse on top of them and he could walk out of there, carefree, with his hands behind his head.

The sun dipped below the horizon, transforming day into night. The gondola kept rising higher and higher till they reached the very top. They could see inside the Tokyo Dome and the roof of LaQua spa. Screams and laughter could be heard as people riding the roller coaster roared past them. The inside of the gondola was equipped with a karaoke machine. Anxious by their proximity and the fact they were too high up to go anywhere, Hannah scrolled through the digitalized playlist, pretending to be busy while averting eye contact, which greatly amused Satoru. Note that she had not let go of his hand. He peered out the glass window at the city, mouth curving into a frown. Damn. Thought it would be higher. Then his eyes caught the peak of Tokyo Tower blinking miles away in the distance. Aha, now that’s more like it.

Barely a second ticked by for the Six Eyes wielder to unclasp Hannah’s hand and pull her close, the momentum bringing her flush against his chest.

“Oof. Satoru, what in — ”

“Fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gents. We’re going places.”

“Places? L-Like where?”

“You’ll see,” he said, circling his arms around her. “Hope you're not afraid of heights.”

That was all the warning she got. The Jujutsu sorcerer kicked open the gondola's door, setting off the safety alarm, and in a heartbeat the Ferris wheel and amusement park became a blurring rush. Time and space sped rabidly, but it wasn’t nauseating like a carnival ride. Hannah instead felt weightless as though she were floating in a vacuum, until the cold, biting wind assailed her. They weren’t moving anymore. Satoru had warped them outside someplace, but where? Hannah blinked her eyes.

The married couple stared at each other for a fleeting moment, turquoise blue colliding with moss brown, before both of them diverted their gazes, and that’s when Hannah looked down and saw there wasn’t a floor. Or even the ground.

They were high up. Waayy high up.

Like three hundred meters high up.

With nothing underneath to catch them.

The panic was immediate. Satoru had his forearm wrapped around her lower back, keeping her aloft so that she could stand on his toes, but Hannah grabbed onto his torso as though she were a koala bear hugging a tree, afraid they would fall.

“Where the blazes are we?!” she cried.

She could hear the shrug in his voice. “Tokyo Tower.”

“What?!!”

“I took us to the top of Tokyo Tower.”

Hannah’s eyes saw the red and white latticed steel, illuminated in lights like the Eiffel, the same tower that was once the tallest structure in the world. Satoru wasn’t kidding. They really were at the top. The tippy top. He could’ve chosen to warp them inside the observation deck, but no. The more she looked down, the more Hannah thought her stomach would cave in on itself and forfeit her dinner. Her vision swayed.

“Satoru, I-I want down!” she whimpered.

“You’re perfectly safe, Hannah. I’m not gonna drop ya.”

“Get me DOWN!!!” she cried harder, tears ready to fall. Hannah rarely raised her voice, but her tone was obstinate. She didn’t care that he was the strongest. She wanted down that very instant.

Meanwhile Satoru was at a loss. He had meant the acrophobia comment as a joke. She had no issues riding the Ferris wheel, so he figured why not take his chances; Go big, or go home as they say. He hadn’t expected this to be her reaction (though looking back on it he probably should have). If he wanted to pull off Phase 3, he was going to have to redirect her fear.

Knowing she couldn’t escape or risk falling to her death, Hannah buried her face into her husband’s chest. It was getting cold, the breeze whipping all around them, her hair flying everywhere. She shivered and huddled closer to him for warmth.

Now on any given day Satoru would be over the moon for receiving a hug from Hannah, but there were two issues: One, she was terrified (and maybe a little angry with him). And two, her nipples had hardened from the night chill and were pressing into his chest through the baseball jersey, which had him visualizing other…things. Like those same pretty pink buds rubbing between his fingers and melting in his — Anyway, why did he bring her up here again? Oh, yeah. That’s right.

“Hannah.” He cradled her buried cheek and gingerly turned it to one side. “Look.”

Hanging onto him like her life depended on it, Hannah drew the courage to pull away from his shirt and open her eyes.

Her mouth parted.

More than three hundred meters below, the city had become a glittering firework. They could see everything, every street corner and alleyway; The trains, the humongous JumboTrons, the white and yellow taxis, skyscrapers looking like Lego pieces, the Sumida-gawa river slicing the capitol in half. They could see Tokyo Dome and the amusement park; The bright red Buddhist temple Sensō-ji in honor of Kannon, the goddess of mercy, next to the Shinto shrine Asakusa-jinja, and Niju Bridge meant for leading guests towards the Imperial Palace with Mount Fuji’s grandeur overseeing all. So much music and noise and color. This was what he wanted to show her.

“Wow,” she whispered, no longer worried about the height. “It's beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Satoru answered, but he wasn’t looking at the view. “It is.”

The ribbon that had tied back Hannah’s hair had unraveled, leaving the auburn tresses to blow where they may. The wind brought her scent to him. Lilies after a spring rain. He could see the green in her hazel eyes, transfixed by all the noise and color, the soft pillows of her lips filling him with unexplained longing. More beautiful than any person had permission to be.

Man, he had it bad.

Satoru had always prided himself on not taking anything, or anyone, too seriously. Then life threw him a wicked curveball he couldn’t avoid. Not that he’d want to avoid Hannah. She was like warm sunshine in this dark, twisted world. She cared about him in ways no one else had since high school and she didn't treat him like an alien from a different planet. She was kind and courageous and beautiful, and so, so smart. For heaven’s sake, she knew how to milk a cow and spoke multiple languages. Three whole months he’d been holding back on her. This woman who he purchased for four and a half billion yen, yet whose value was beyond price. He couldn’t recall the partners who came before. They were nothing more than bodies and faces and hands. The stars, the moon, the sky; they had nothing on this sweetheart in his arms.

He could already hear his subconscious mind warning him to take heed: “She is to be your companion in happiness and enjoyment, but not your companion in the next world.” “She is to be your companion in eating and drinking, but not your companion in experiencing the ripening of actions.” “She is to be your companion in pleasure, but not your companion in suffering.” Imperfect. Unreliable. Temporary. That is how a husband on the Path should view his wife. He’d have to let her go one day, whether it be eighty years, twenty years, or tomorrow. Getting attached would make things worse, but fuck it. That ship had already sailed. It was too late to turn back now.

Cause I don’t want to be your friend.

When Gojo Satoru was born, it was said that the balance of the world shifted, birthing the dawn of a new shining era, the likes of which no one could’ve imagined.

When Gojo Satoru fused Red and Blue to make Hollow Purple, there was nothing in existence strong enough to defeat him. He was invincible. The greatest. History in the making.

But when Gojo Satoru fell in love for the first time, both body and soul, that new shining universe, that invincibility, changed. You couldn’t hear it. It didn’t make a sound: The sky didn’t fall. The ocean didn’t dry up. The earth didn’t quake. A world record wasn’t broken. All it took was one glance, one touch, and suddenly life would never be the same. He had found a weakness, forever woven into the fabric of his heart. Resistance was futile.

Not wanting to fight the inevitable any longer, Gojo Satoru tilted his wife’s chin. Brushed back her long auburn hair. Closed his eyes.

And pressed his lips to hers.

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what western media/music do u think the s62 would like ? (ur post abt izana liking mitski oh god help🥲🥲🥲)

I'll be merging these asks. Music taste anon, I hope you see this 😭 

Western music that I think S62 might like, with artists (warning: self-indulgent, literally just projected my music taste on some characters but hopefully they still match)

*I might make a separate post for Western media hmm

IZANA

➼ Izana’s favorite music normally falls under the indie and rock umbrellas. He’s partial to 80s-90s rock and alternative rock but enjoys some modern indie artists from time to time. I see that he canonically listens to Queen (though I’m not sure if he does love the band or just one song), so there’s that. Other artists he might listen to are The Rolling Stones, Muse, The Strokes, Aerosmith, The Smashing Pumpkins, Arctic Monkeys (insists he likes their pre-AM music, would make a face if you tell him your favorite Arctic Monkeys song is “Do I Wanna Know”) ... and Mitski..... (you know why)

➼ His favorite Mitski album is Bury Me At Makeout Creek by the way. 

Get a feel of his music taste: The View From The Afternoon - Arctic Monkeys, Tonight, Tonight - The Smashing Pumpkins, Angie - The Rolling Stones

RAN

➼ Somewhat your mom/dad’s music taste. Probably one of those people who say older music’s better than new music. He’s a New Wave guy. Likes a lot of 70s-80s pop hits; some funk, soul, and disco music; with some alt indie bands sprinkled in. He’s fond of shoegaze because of its floaty and ethereal sound which makes him feel nostalgic and at peace. He also appreciates mesmerizing vocals and orchestral instrumentals, so I think he’d like Florence and Lana if he heard them. 

➼ Artists he would probably like: ABBA, Prince, The Cure, The Smiths, New Order, Cocteau Twins, Lady Gaga (I think she was big in Japan + her songs probably played a lot in clubs + she was always doing something shocking and Ran liked that)

Get a feel of his music taste: Lullaby - The Cure, Heart of Glass - Blondie, Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! - ABBA

RINDO

➼ He’s into R&B, soul, 90s rap like Notorious B.I.G., Tupac, and Ice Cube. That’s what you’d usually hear playing in his room while he’s chilling. He’d listen to DJs too, of course, but maybe to the more underrated ones. (I don’t know that many DJs so I’m not giving names) He shares Ran’s taste for Prince. As for some newer artists, I think he’d like Joji and Childish Gambino.

➼ Likes EDM but frowns upon the EDM of the early 2010s. He has pretty strong feelings about it. Never play The Chainsmokers in his presence or die. 

➼ His and Ran’s music tastes overlap when it comes to indie/alternative artists. Both brothers act like snobs over it. Rindo actually buys and collects records (as you can see, he has a CD and DVD shelf in his room), searching for rare versions of his favorites and everything. 

Get a feel of his music taste: You Know How We Do It - Ice Cube, Redbone - Childish Gambino, Pony - Ginuwine

SHION

➼ Metal, metalcore, punk rock, emo. Anything that includes loudness and screaming. Because of Rindo’s influence, he also got into some 90s hip hop himself. I think he’d enjoy the way someone like Eminem raps. He could never get into chill R&B though, and most pop songs are either too “happy” or too “sappy” for him and he just wants something that screams in rage most of the time.

➼ He’d enjoy Deftones’ Around The Fur album, as well as My Chemical Romance’s stuff, some Evanescence here and there (he’s had a crush on Amy Lee at some point), Bring Me The Horizon, Three Days Grace, Slipknot, and old Metallica

Get a feel of his music taste: Around The Fur - Deftones, Master of Puppets - Metallica, Na Na Na - My Chemical Romance

MOCCHI

➼ He likes hip hop/rap like Rindo so they often bond over that. Mocchi listens to both male and female rappers and will not hesitate to rap extremely explicit verses if urged. Others’ music tastes easily rub off on him, so Izana’s alternative rock, Mucho’s oldies, Shion’s metal, and Ran’s disco pop have all found a place in his playlists.

➼ The type of guy to have a Taylor Swift (he likes Back to December) or Britney Spears CD hidden somewhere in his room. Also got into One Direction at one point. If anyone asks, he’ll says it’s his girl’s or mom’s. 

➼ Okay, not Western, but he listens to Kpop and Jpop and stans girl groups. 

Get a feel of his music taste: No Diggity - Blackstreet, Family Affair - Mary J. Blige, Dilemma - Nelly ft. Kelly Rowland

MUCHO

➼ If Ran’s got the music taste of your mom, then Mucho’s got the music taste of your grandparents. His taste in oldies is a lot similar to Ran’s but goes further back in time. He enjoys the “classy” feel of most of these songs and the way these singers sing. His favorite genres are funk, soul, R&B, and some oldies pop.

➼ You rarely hear music playing in his house. But if you do, it might be Frank Sinatra, Elvis Presley, Bee Gees, The Carpenters, or Simon & Garfunkel.

➼ And as for some more modern artists: Coldplay, Hozier, and Silk Sonic. Would enjoy Lana del Rey’s style too, especially her Ultraviolence songs.   

Get a feel of his music taste: How Deep Is Your Love - Bee Gees, Yesterday Once More - The Carpenters, Viva La Vida - Coldplay, 

KAKUCHO

➼ Kakucho listens to music to relax. He usually likes to play music while he’s cooking, cleaning, or just idling around (though that’s rare). His taste is more of chill, easy listening. Izana and Rindo influenced him to like alt-indie, R&B, and rap as well. 

➼ Kaku doesn’t “stan” artists. If you ask him who his favorite artist is, you would not get an answer. He’ll listen to anything that sounds good to him no matter what people think of it. 

➼ That said, he’s the person Izana makes a face at for saying that his favorite Arctic Monkeys song is “Do I Wanna Know?” 

Get a feel of his music taste: Tek It - Cafuné, Clouds -  BØRNS, Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys