#but its okay because animating the mask was pain

[carolkinopf]

tfw the pilot breaks the ship without even turning it on

[fullonfandomindulgence]

please clic for larger images, tumblr compression made these look all blurry. id below the cut

here i am still making mp100 comics in april of 2024. its just such comfort food. im highly normal about mob and tomes friendship

ID: three pages of black and white comics about Mob and Tome from the anime Mob Psycho 100.

panel 1: a leg and an arm extend from out of panel so that the hand on the arm can tie the shoe on the leg. lying on the ground is the other shoe, a cell phone, a keyring, and a polka dot carrying case. on the carrying case rests a sphere with a strange pattern on it. in the top right it says "January."

panel 2: a figure (its tome) pulls on a jacket. visible in front of her are a cabinet and a wall-mounted rack, all messy.

panel 3: with a door in the background, a closeup of tomes hand on her flipphone. the screen says "dialing."

panel 4: tome shrugs on her jacket and, holding her phone against her ear with her shoulder, smiles and says, "Oy, Mob! It's Saturday! Let's go telepath-hunting!"

panel 5: ritsu and mob sit on a blanket on the floor in front of a bookshelf. a little "pause" label extends from off-panel. both of them are holding controllers. ritsu leans against his hand, looking bored, as mob holds his cellphone to say "Hi Tome. Didn't we already find a telepath?" tome responds, "Oh, right."

panel 6: tome and mob dont really know what to say next. they both look cartoony and stupid. "..."

panel 7: tome, looking pained, curls a hand in the air in front of her and says, "Do you want to... walk around the city? Pointlessly?" mob says, "Sure, I guess that's what we normally do."

panel 8: tome looks mad. "No! We walk pointedly! In the direction of telepaths!" she points, pointedly. mobs eyebrows go a little down as he scratches at his face. "It's pretty funny that you were looking for so long when Takenaka was right next to you. For months. And then he left because you were too weird."

panel 9: tome, opening her front door, says, "Y'know what, Mob, maybe I'll invite him instead." Mob says "That's a good idea. Let's see if he can come with us."

panel 10: now exiting onto the walkway in front of her apartment, tome says, looking excited, "Actually I have been investigating something new. We should look for a haunted house!" mob thinks to himself, "Sounds like work..."

panel 11: mob looks skeptical and asks, "In the city?" tome responds, "Yep." behind mob, ritsu unpauses the game (ssb brawl) and starts thrashing mob (ritsu mains lucas, mob mains kirby)

panel 12: tome walks down the stairs of her apartment building to a concrete sidewalk with a row of trashcans nearby. she says, "My first guess is that new shaved ice place on 5th street." mob responds, "Oh." tome says "It's an old building! I think it's haunted!"

panel 13: mob, contented, says, "Okay. I'll meet you at the train station." pleased, tome responds, "Excellent!" ritsu looks back at mob with a mean smile on. the tv screen says "GAME!"

panel 14: mob yells, "Ritsu! What the heck!" tome, at a stoplight, replies, "Sure, he can come too." she presses the walk signal button. "BIP."

End ID.

making this comic i learned that you cant just put masking tape over your mistakes and re-ink on top of it bc the masking tape looks too dark when its scanned in. i guess ill just have to warm up more and be more deliberate when i ink like some kinda loser. or i could become truly insane and start gluing on little pieces of bristol

[notmorbid]

all-night pharmacy.

dialogue prompts from all-night pharmacy by ruth madievsky.

you're so alive, it's scary.

being a person doesn't come naturally for me.

what's the deal with this place?

you are my best and my worst friend.

are we horrible people?

i like the idea of having someone to come home to.

i can't tell if you're being cruel or if you're just dumb.

these aren't the decisions of a well-adjusted person.

the less you know about my life, the better.

everyone here is a liar and a cheat.

you deserve to have a life of your own.

a person can't be held responsible for what they don't know.

all relationships are transactional.

no one should have that much power over you.

it isn't too late to come back.

you're uninvited from my birthday party.

i love you, but you're such a cunt.

who do you think you are?

forced intimacy makes me lightheaded.

i know you're in there. let me in.

jesus. why do you have a knife?

what happened last night?

it was less embarrassing to pretend i didn't care.

maybe i'm not the mothering type.

i wish i could carry some of this pain for you.

i need a break from feeling so much all the time.

sometimes i can't tell if i'm asleep or awake.

whatever's going on, we'll figure it out.

i don't know what's wrong with me. i'm scared all the time.

this is the most i can imagine for myself.

if you're not asking yourself 'am i ruining my life?' at least once a day, you're not living at all.

you act like you're over it, but it's okay if you're not.

all my life, i've felt like a dead animal with its skin still on.

it's a virtue to rid yourself of anything that doesn't serve you.

i've never had a day of rest in my life.

i chase after you like a dog, leaving pieces of myself behind, and every time, you act like that's how it's supposed to be.

you don't take me seriously. i'm not a real person to you.

i can't play house anymore.

never say that name in front of me.

to you, other people are always the problem.

you can't reach a mutual understanding without spilling blood.

want to make fifty bucks?

the only way to really see a person is to lose everything you have in common.

you don't think we'll get caught?

our loyalty is to story, not reality.

just don't do anything that could result in a lawsuit or a tmz article, and you're fine.

i don't have the energy to keep up with your antics.

our most beloved delusion was that lying to each other was a kind of love.

speaking our fears aloud won't save us.

one day, the mask slipped. i haven't been able to wear it since.

i try not to think about my life at all.

a junkie can spot another junkie without a flashlight.

your voice reminds me of wool sweaters.

boundaries? i don't know her.

i'm just sick of doing the same goddamn thing every day.

you are obsessed with a projection that will never love you back.

think of me as a spiritually connected friend.

i know liars. you don't strike me as one.

you have iconically poor judgment.

has anyone ever told you about your past lives?

you're capable of tolerating a lot. frankly, more than you should.

friendship can be a slow burn. you don't have to consume it like a drink at last call.

i'll give you a clue. i work for myself.

you make me want to feel things again.

criticism is still a cousin of attention.

you don't have to pretend to like something just because i made it.

i know you crave being told what to do.

you don't have to settle for being a person things happen to.

you have desires. act on them.

bitch, does this look like an intro to philosophy seminar?

i thought i had quit you.

my favorite. how did you know?

i feel like my organs are cannibalizing each other.

how did i get here? that's not a rhetorical question. i'm actually asking.

i can't tell if i believe it, or if i'm making excuses for myself.

sometimes i wonder if it's healthy how much meaning you see in things.

you're always waiting for the universe to hurt you or to love you. usually in that order.

that's how it was in my family. reading the room was a survival skill.

where will all the animals go in the rapture?

a bunch of fuckups under one roof doesn't constitute a family.

my little saint.

time passes more slowly as a sober person.

you'd better not pull away from me now.

there's a russian proverb that goes, 'so much is ruined by saying it aloud'.

you wear your emotions like a name tag.

your resting face frightens me.

how are you both the most innocent and the most experienced person i've ever met?

i need you to just be here with me.

our dead deserve to see you happy.

i like the idea of being marked by you.

i don't know what i saw, but it was more than i wanted.

i know what i saw.

i can't tell which of the memories are real, if any.

i can't believe you're mine.

nobody warned me how terrifying it is to get what you want.

you're cute when you're freaked out.

sex is supposed to be unsettling.

there are things i need to atone for.

you can't go back like it's nothing.

i won't live in service of my dead's vision for me.

___ was a real person. a murder isn't a metaphor.

count five things you can see. four things you can touch. three things you can hear. two things you can smell. one thing you can taste.

banish one god, and you'll end up worshiping another.

i want to be with you, but i don't want to keep feeling like this.

you know everything about me, but you won't let me know you.

you aren't someone i can keep at a distance.

i've been reading about intergenerational curses.

resisting something isn't the same as not wanting it.

anything you say stays between us.

i can't decide if i like you.

most people only possess a third of the empathy they think they have.

will it get easier?

hope is a tricky thing: losing it is bad, but so is having too much.

i don't want the future to come. i have a bad feeling about it.

in cartoons, you don't start falling until you look down.

why are you here? where have you been?

how did you know i'd come looking for you?

you never asked what i was going through. you didn't want to know.

i didn't have the language for what was happening to me.

you were supposed to protect me.

there's a lot i don't remember. a lot i don't want to remember.

i wouldn't have looked for me, either.

we belong to ourselves now.

you know where i am, and i know where you are. maybe that's enough.

when i'm down, vigilante justice makes me feel better.

survival is provisional.

[catscidr]

okay so. hybrids am i right? (people clap). but wait. crow hybrid dottore (people clap and cheer). yeah. so anyways ( ͡º ꒳ ͡º) time to ramble teehee cw: dottore x afab reader, im rambling, established relationship, light descriptions of gore and mentions of amputation. nsfw!! minors dni!!! (what did u expect from a post about an animal hybrid), possessiveness, mentions of breeding and eggs, aftercare

crow hybrid dottore who has black forearms along with sharp black nails at the end of his slender fingertips, nails that make it almost impossible for him to wear gloves because they’ll just stab through the material (everytime he files them down they come right back somehow).

some small, duvet-like feathers line the black skin of his arm, usually hidden by his coat— though they peek out from underneath the end of his sleeves sometimes. every once in a while you'll find tiny black feathers scattered around his lab when you come visit. he also has some plumage protruding from his face- more specifically the skin of his cheekbones.

crow hybrid dottore who only has one wing (replacing the fluffy mantle he normally has on his left shoulder when wearing his uniform). one wing because, when he got banished from his hometown with torches and pitchforks, his right wing got badly injured.

the trauma on the bones and his back made it so that it could never be restored to its normal shape, the wing looking like a mangled mess at all times. he'd pick out scabs and dried blood constantly, the dull pain driving him crazy- so he eventually just amputated it off himself. moving on

crow hybrid dottore who, whenever you're sitting next to him, tilts his head to the opposite side of you. you'll be keeping him company at his desk while he files reports for the mora he used for his experiments and he'll just... absentmindedly tilt his head away.

the first time it happened you didn't even notice. the second time, you thought it was just a quirky habit of his. the third time you stared at his bare neck as your fingers felt as if they were drawn to the pale skin. a thin, stray lock of hair cascaded down his neck, and you used it as an excuse to touch him. as you brushed away his hair behind his ear, a throaty noise (almost like a purr) reached your ears.

you pulled your hand back with the same speed you would have if you'd just touched a hot stove. dottore, unbothered by your panic, simply tilts his head to expose more of his skin as he absentmindedly scoots closer to you, his thigh brushing along yours. the moment he realized what he was doing he kicked you out of his office out of pure embarrassment

crow hybrid dottore who sings hums to you occasionally; usually happens when you convince him to take a walk outside to get some fresh air. its more likely to happen when its warm and sunny, and even more likely when you're eating together. it'll be just the two of you sharing lunch on your patio, sunbathing, and your ears will pick up on a soft, quiet tune he's humming. just don't tell him when he's doing it- his feathers will ruffle and he'll storm off in a huff and finish eating his food inside.

crow hybrid dottore who seems to be magnetized to the crook of your neck whenever you wake up next to him. always peppering your skin in soft kisses (and sometimes bites), he'll nuzzle into you until you wriggle your way out of his grasp. it's unlikely that you successfully get rid of him though- he rarely shows you affection during the day (unless tolerating your presence counts), so more often than not you'll let him indulge in you.

your neck and shoulders always ends up smothered in hickeys and, though they fade quite quickly since he didn't put much force in his bites, he'll gladly give you more if you want him to.

crow hybrid dottore who sometimes tosses his clothes in the corner of his bed (that he barely even uses) after he's spent time with you. he'd also throw in random things like a spare mask and some of your belongings that he snagged from you without you noticing. he says its because he doesn't want to bother himself with cleaning up, but in reality he's just... building a nest. he hates that he does this in the first place

crow hybrid dottore who loves when you reciprocate his affection. he adores it when you let him brush away the hair on your nape, when you hum just like he does, when you place gentle kisses on the junction where his neck meets his shoulder.

crow hybrid dottore who doesn't waste a single second when you're alone together after that. he'll give you more hickeys on top of your old ones, but this time he'll make sure they last. sharp teeth drawing blood at times when he gets too excited, cock straining against his pants as he ruts against your thigh.

you'll hear him coo sweet nothings in your ear while he manhandles you at his will. usually you end up on your back, legs thrown over his shoulders as he keeps a tight grip on the back of your thighs to keep you from crawling away from his cock.

"fuck, you taste so sweet. i'm going to stuff you full of seed, my clutch- nonono, don't you run away now. i know you want this."

crow hybrid dottore who almost loses his composure the first time he buries himself to the hilt inside of your snug pussy. it feels so tight, so warm around him that he almost doesn't want to pull out. almost.

he'll roll his hips against you, grinding his heavy cock in your gummy walls to get you used to his size. he knows he's a lot to handle- but this is the only semblance of mercy you'll be granted before he sees your body relaxing under him. as soon as he notices your brows lose the tension they held when he first slid inside, he'll jackhammer his cock into you and his full, heavy balls will slap against your ass relentlessly while he rambles about how he'll fill you up. again, again and again.

"take it, take my fucking cock. gods i'll never tire of your moans and whimpers. that's it, let it all out, let me hear how good i'm fucking you."

crow hybrid dottore who drinks in the noises that leave your body because they stroke his ego. he bites your shoulder when he finally cums inside to muffle his own noises, the embarrassing whimpers that threaten to leave his lips. he can't help it, you just feel so good. his hands will leave your thighs and he’ll bring his forearms to cage the sides of your head and his wing will ruffle and twitch behind him, covering your bodies in a display of possessiveness as he empties himself inside your cunt.

he'll keep his cock inside, plugging you full of his warm, sticky cum- refusing to let a single drop go to waste. if you somehow have any energy left and try to get him off of you, he'll glare and thrust into you sharply to briefly knock the wind out of you so you'll stay. he's petty like that

crow hybrid dottore who eventually relents to your whines because you're his number one weakness, and picks you up to go freshen up. he'll put your underwear back on and wipe away the sweat clinging to your skin with a damp rag. he'll soothe the bite marks and small puncture wounds his nails left in your skin with uncharacteristic gentleness, keeping his wing curled around your body to keep you as close as possible.

crow hybrid dottore who brings you back to his messy bed, to his nest, and clings onto you as you fall asleep. he'll brush your hair away from your face and nuzzle into your neck, holding your body close to his as he keeps your body warm while you keep his cum warm inside of you. it's only during the afterglow of a rough session that you get to see the stern harbinger soften up, because deep down all he wants is to keep you safe in his nest to take care of you even if he vehemently denies it

[spacebaby1]

Only mine (3)

Sanzu Haruchiyo x Reader

The waiting in the living room in complete quietness was lulling you back to sleep. Yawning, you sat down on the soft carpet, laying your head on the ground, and you fell asleep.

After a few hours of workout and training, the bonten men left the gym room. "I'm never training with you, Haitani," Kakucho said, leaving ahead. Ran smiled, "Just say you're no match to my speed." Meanwhile, Sanzu waited for them all to leave before checking in on you, his brows frowned when he did see you in the living-room only to walk further and find you asleep near the couch snoring softly. He carefully made his way to carry you on the couch, but the moment he slid his arm underneath your head, you flinched awake almost slamming your back on the couch, "Shh shh it's just me, its alright." You looked at his face half covered with that mask, "Come on, let's get you on the couch. The ground is cold, or do you wanna sleep?" You shook your head and sat on the couch rubbing your eyes. He nodded and made was making his way upstairs when you grabbed his hand, "Humm? Do you need something?" He asked, and you just pointed at the huge Tv, he smiled, "want me to turn it on?"

You nodded, "P-please." Your request came out as a low voice that he thought he was hallucinating your voice. Immediately grabbing the remote, he turned it on, "What do you wanna watch? News? Series? Cartoon?"

You just shrugged unaware why do you even want to watch tv. Your father never let you watch TV. You only saw pictures of it in the magazines you'd find in your fathers office. "Okay, here's the remote. This button changes the channels, I'll take a quick shower and come back. Can you stay here till I'm back?" You took the remote and nodded.

Sanzu could hear the channels changing as he went upstairs for a quick shower, he ended up taking an hour long shower before getting dressed and coming back to find you sitting near the TV on the ground looking up at the anime. You seemed fascinated by the anime. He chuckled to himself that you were completely unaware he was there, "You're watching One piece?" You turned your head towards him and shrugged, his hand found their way on his hips before he motioned at the TV with his eyes, "that anime, one piece." Something flicked in your eyes when he said that, and you repeated his words to yourself, "one piece." He came by to ruffle your hair before speaking, "You'll hurt your eyes sitting under the TV like this, you can sit on the couch, there." You looked at him then at the couch before speaking, "i-I can't s-see."

Sanzu crouched down in a panic, "what do you mean? Are your eyes hurting?" You shook your head.

"I-uh- blurry, from couch. The TV."

He blinked at you, calming down a bit that you weren't in pain, "you mean as in you wear glasses?" You shook your head. "Have you ever worn glasses?" Again, no. He went to grab his glasses from the table before putting them on you, and your jaw dropped as you looked around then at the TV. You smiled before getting up and walking next to the couch behind you, "Can you see now?" You nodded happily, holding the legs of the glasses, preventing them from falling. Sanzu sighed happily when you sat down and continued watching the TV happily.

Sanzu heard you laughing from the living room as he was making breakfast for you, he wished you'd laugh and talk more with him because one day in and he already feels like he'll kill for you. He placed a plate of scrambled eggs, toast, strawberries on the table, "Eat up, need anything else?" You shook your head sitting down near the table.

"Thank you, sir."

He chuckled, ruffling your hair, "Don't call me that, call me Sanzu or Haruchiyo." You'd tens up every time he ruffled your hair, but isn't that supposed to be comforting? He thought he liked it when someone ruffled his hair. The bell ringing made him almost jump. He left to get the door only to find Hajime standing there, "got the paperwork that you needed. How's she? Alive?" Sanzu gave him an annoyed look making Hajime sigh, Sanzu opened the door for him to enter but Hajime waved at him, "Nah, I need to get going but I want you to know that I did my search on her and she's completely innocent from her father's work. That man treated her like a monster, not a father. I'll send you the file. Bye."

Sanzu saw you eating and fully focused on the TV as Hajime's words ran through his head. No wonder why you reacted the way you did when Sanzu touched you.

[wri0thesley]

Genshi men who cuddle oh genshin men who kiss u

Nah i know like half of the genshin cast snoores obnoxiously loud each goddamn night

Wriothesleys boobs don’t make up for the goddamn animal calls he lets out his damn nose just breathing while unconscious!

Dottores snore is genuinely so loud you have been running your own experiments to just get him to shut the fuck up each night (he also probably talks in his sleep)

Al haitham probably doesn’t even know how loud of snorer he is because of those damn headphones, but at least kaveh will understand your pain

I just know diluc sounds like a old car struggling to start too!

Neuvillette doesn’t snore all the time but when he does you wake up scared shitless thinking you’re in some monsters lair and then turns out he’s napping too hard or something. Genuinely could rock the house depending on the night

Navia i think also is a snorer too despite how dainty she is, although at the bery least its a polite and less jarring snore. If you are already asleep it will not wake you but if you happen to go to sleep you will struggle to fall asleep.

Jean snores more loudly but not too loud. But its okay because she deserves to sleep even if it sounds like a door is creaking every minute

BEIDOU HOWEVER (i love thsi woman btw) DEFINITELY SNORES LIKE A DAMN DRAGON! She may singlehandedly out-snore NEUVI!

honestly rumbling snoring diluc is very much my headcanon for him. you are trapped in his very still snuggle and he is chugging away in your ear.

i know itto snores horrifically too, i think. tighnari and gorou both snuffle and whine in their sleep.

i do NOT think alhaitham is a snorer personally because it is so much funnier to me that alhaitham is a perfectly poised statue in wee willie winkie striped pyjamas and floppy night hat - and kaveh, silk pillowcases and satin sleep masked and carefully braided hair and embroidered robe is snoring like he is a chainsaw about to fell the entire sumeru rainforest.

(ofc kaveh denies snoring entirely)

[chairteeth]

"The Many Masks of Touka Satomi"

So I actually wanted to refine this certified word vomit of mine before I put it anywhere buuuut I figured this would be a good time to let it out of its containment zone. This is essentially me overthinking the crap out of everything ever and coming out of it with this interpretation of Touka in particular. Informal essay under the cut! It will have extra tangents! And I blend a bit of what we were shown in the anime into my interpretation, but this is game canon.

Whenever Touka is discussed, the words "child", "immature", "selfish", and "arrogant" are the ones most often thrown around. There is usually not much more discussion after that. Well, I'm not here to say it's wrong, it's correct for the most part, I'm just here to draw attention to the fact that there's so much more to her than meets the eye. So, hear me out, if you would.

Touka's levels of vulnerability in the Magius era. That's already interesting by virtue of it being the Magius era. That's a really interesting era. Ui was what brought Touka and Nemu together and Ui was the cornerstone of their relationship for a while, so losing that RETROACTIVELY kinda makes you wonder exactly what their memories of the hospital era became. How exactly the two of them met, became friends, came to share a room, etc. Because the quotes are from their Magius selves and so we know they very much remember being roommates for a long time and still consider each other reliable and trustworthy (also the entirety of Nemu's swimsuit costume story which spawns many questions when you stop to think about it but I will touch on that some other time). We know that in reality, the hospital trio began to share a room after Touka, in her infinite princess behavior, asked her dad to put all three of them in the same room because it was annoying to walk between the rooms so often (source: TouNemu Christmas alt quotes). Interesting choice on her part back then considering she seemingly wanted Nemu out of the way, but I will touch on that another time because the hospital era has its own analysis.

Okay then, let's talk about Touka's role as a Magius. A leader. One who shoulders the burdens of the many. She willingly exposed herself to the weight of a whole people's sorrow, pain, grief, anger. And then she chose to lead them. To avenge them. It may not have started that way but it sure as heck got there at some point (thank you anime for helping out with this point). Now, I want to stop here for a moment and remind everyone that during Arc 1, Touka was 11 to 12 years old (as per the JP script, she is 12 by the end of it). Not only that, but if you pay attention, you'll notice the stress of Nemu's declining health is killing her. Nemu is quite literally the only person Magius Touka shows genuine concern for. This one person she cares about more than anyone else, slowly dying for the plan. For the cause. And as the sort of "main leader", Touka can't back down. She just can't. It would be not only a betrayal to "her people", but also to the one closest to her, the one who has arguably sacrificed the most for their salvation. So then, with someone as full of herself as Touka, someone seemingly so arrogant... What about her own health and wellbeing? What about her own sense of self? Because I have a feeling she doesn't really have one.

The way she always emphasizes the genius aspect of herself and even uses it as an excuse and brings it up so often feels like that's all she sees herself as. Nemu gives, yes. Nemu has similar issues. But hers are much, much more obvious. Less concealed. Touka gives without measure, without the slightest care for herself. She's selfish and at the same time one of the most selfless characters. There's also the interpretation that, at their very core, Touka and Nemu both just wanted to live. But I feel like that was only at the beginning. If that was all there was to it, the plan would not have continued with Nemu's life at risk, Touka would not put herself in the line of fire. Essentially, Touka has taken on way, way too much responsibility, as well as crafting several masks. Don't forget, just like every other magical girl, she led a double life the entire time, and she financed a lot of the cult's operations. Though I don't have any doubt many of the richer members contributed to the budget with their ridiculous allowances that they do not use.

Touka had to hide from everyone. She couldn't show her true self to anyone. Not her father who loves her so deeply, not anyone else in her civilian life, not her subordinates, Alina is not the most warm and welcoming to be around... so her only option is Nemu. That's comfortable. That's familiar. But. Then there are the many, many feelings she has about Nemu. It's, complicated you see. Touka feels many ways about Nemu. For starters, if their memory of Ui is gone, it means all of the warmth and kindness Ui had must've taken another form, which explains the difference in their bond, how they seem so much... closer, as Magius. Either way, even back then, Nemu is the only one who would understand. Touka Satomi is an actress. Everywhere else is her stage, and Nemu is backstage. So, Touka can only ever be truly 100% vulnerable with Nemu. Yet she still didn't do it. I don't think Magius Touka ever really fully 100% relied on Nemu. She may have wanted to, and she does call her reliable in her quotes. But well, with Nemu's health getting worse and worse, she may have come to the conclusion that it would be for the best (health-wise) if Nemu didn't have to share her burden.

However, Nemu's declining health also brought something else. Touka took on another role: the protector. Nemu is practically helpless during the mid to late Magius era. Not completely helpless, she's still a strong magical girl, mind you, but could drop or have an attack at any time. We see this multiple times such as in Mifuyu's MGS, her own MGS, and she even has what is basically a stroke during Arc 1 Chapter 8, 4:02:36 - 4:03:43 in the video if you want to take a listen (I have a Magius Nemu essay in the works, don't you fret). Therefore, Touka has to be alert and ready to respond immediately. Which I think is why we see more of Alina outside than Touka. Touka lingers around where Nemu is and only hesitantly hands her over to Alina or Mifuyu when she absolutely must. Other than the sheer pain of watching Nemu bleed herself dry and being unable to do anything about it, not because she physically can't, but because she can't in a different sense... she also can't revert things back to the way they were, for all of her genius and medical knowledge she can't help Nemu, she can't help her best friend feel even a little better. This leads us to the undeniable fact that Touka is very, very unstable and volatile as a Magius. That's not the impression she first gives at all, of course.

Arc 1 Chapter 6 is where we first meet Magius Touka. She's calm, with a cold cheerfulness to her, calculated. Most importantly, I feel like the reason she was the one doing the lecture instead of literally just sending Mifuyu was because she recognized Team Mikazuki as a possible threat and specifically did not like Iroha, which was also why she lied. The one and only thing Touka lied about in her lecture: Iroha asked where Nemu was, Touka said they parted ways after being discharged. Blatant gigantic lie. And seriously, the only reason she'd have to lie about that and in that specific way would be to protect Nemu. At that point, Iroha and her team have wiped out a handful of uwasa, so she must have known. But yes, this is not at all how she really feels or what she really thinks. This is just another mask (I will talk about Touka's plastic smile and Nemu's poker face ANOTHER TIME). Because she needs to nip any aspirations Iroha may have in the bud, hopefully recruit more Feathers, and neutralize the threat that is Team Mikazuki.

What happens just as she's starting to go off the deep end? How convenient, it seems Yachiyo and Iroha have spent a good amount of their time destroying uwasa, thus wasting Nemu's repeated sacrifices, and forcing her to make more in order to meet their energy quota. Honestly, who wouldn't be losing it, at that point? So close to salvation, so close to freedom, so close to being done. And they're ruining not only the plan but also everything it means for her and the person she loves most. When you really think about it, Touka's mental health was, forgive the crude language, IN DEEP SHIT throughout Arc 1. Not that it was great before or that it improved too much after, but yeah, I do believe people do not give this enough thought.

Finally, with all of this in mind, as for the topic of this rant being Touka's levels of vulnerability as a Magius... There were none. She had no choice. At first it was fine. At first, before the gears turned too fast to stop, she could deal with it. She could confide in Nemu, even a little bit in Alina or Mifuyu (though not much), but it got worse and worse. Mifuyu was clearly blind to all of this the entire time (she, much like everyone other than Touka, didn't seem to care that Nemu had to give up her life force for each uwasa, and if you disagree I will point out the scene at the end of Mifuyu's MGS as one of my more than five pieces of evidence). Alina likely didn't care enough, and Nemu was probably too exhausted, although the concern must've been there. In summary, Magius Touka stands alone in her mind, and with her mind. Arc 1 was practically a descent into madness for her. When you start thinking about things from Touka's perspective, you start to see how abysmal her mental health was.

As part of my conclusion I'd like to say that honestly, it makes sense why she gave off the feeling of being lost for a decent chunk of... everything after Arc 1. What is she supposed to do without a purpose? What is she supposed to do without anything or anyone to tell her what she is and who she is? Not to mention the fucking ton of bricks to her face that must've been getting her memories back. I do not know how she didn't break. I legitimately do not know how she survived. During that little "lost" stage she had, I got the feeling she'd relapse back to her suicidal tendencies. It was... less "a feeling" and more "exactly what canon did", it's just slightly (badly) disguised.

ANYWAY. What I mean is that the children are complex and I ask everyone to have more respect and more compassion for them. I will be back with more about the performer and her backstage, hopefully in a more organized format.

[percyaugod]

@reesespiecesofart @hauntedtale-au

Raph finds out because the hidden city police have a connection to the galactic federation. Raph still trying to find out where Donnie came from actually finds out where Donnie came from.

He sees the articles about the mad scientist and that describes the dangerous abomination. How it pretended to be just a dumb animal before breaking out of a high-security transport vehicle and is now on the loose. The federation preparing to send in its creator to capture it since he is the only one who could possibly capture such a cunning and destructive creature.

It even shows a picture of the security footage of his escape. Donnie laughed maniacally as the guard cowered before him, gun in each of his four arms, quills raised up his spine, and mask tails raised like antennas.

A living weapon that was created to destroy, and Raph let it into his house with his younger brothers. Raph remembers all the instances of Leo saying something was off with Donnie and all the things Donnie supposedly did. And Raph didn't believe him. All of his time facing villains and criminals Raph has never known such dread.

Raph practically races home to make sure Mikey and Leo are still… okay. He calls the house several times but no one picks up. Raph goes even faster.

The entire time Raph can't help but think this isn't fair. How could someone make something like this? To knowingly make it look like a kid so people let it into their homes. The fact it was all fake is painful enough. Like he's already lost a member of his family.

When Raph gets home he sneaks in, not wanting to alert Donnie. It's so quiet. Where's the usual sound of his brothers laughing and playing? The fighting as a prank or joke gone too far that he needs to break up? He hears a movie playing in the living room. He peeks in and sees… a turtle pile?

a large pile of pillows and covers on the floor as the movie plays unwatched. Mikey is using Leo's legs as a footrest while his back and arms are flailed out. Leo is lying chest down on a large lump of covers, practically hugging it. Raph is about to panic at the lack of "softshell" when he notices a familiar snout poking out of the covers.

Raph doesn't know if he wants to laugh or cry. The whole way here he was worried about Donnie possibly hurting his brothers, and here he is letting Leo practically drool all over him. Leo, who has been suspicious of Donnie since the very beginning, let his guard down enough to fall asleep.

One thing is clear to Raph looking at Donnie right now. He may have been made for destruction, but that's not all he's capable of. Not anymore at least.

Raph looks tiredly at the sleeping Donnie. "It was Mikey that got to you, wasn't it? He has that effect on people." As expected, there was no answer besides quiet snores.

Raph can feel a headache forming. Why do these kids have to make everything so complicated? There's no way he can just capture Donnie and turn him over, but he's not going to let this continue without telling Leo and Mikey. Tomorrow they'll have a family meeting, tell each other everything, and figure things out from there.

But first, Raph is way too exhausted to be awake right now and that turtle pile looks awfully inviting. He flops onto the covers and pillows and drifts off himself.

When Raph first mentions finding where Donnie comes from Donnie doubts he actually found out about him. Meanwhile, Leo and Mikey think he found Donnie's real family, and Donnie's going to have to leave. They're crying and hanging on to an annoyed Donnie while telling him to call them and visit. Raph just trying to get them to listen for a few seconds because guys that's not what he's trying to say.

Mikey gives Donnie an album full of pictures of their time together so he doesn't forget them. The cover is a hand-drawn portrait of their family with Donnie in it. Mikey knows there's no chance of getting Donnie to sit still for a family photo.

Leo's favorite is a picture of Donnie's face scrunched up as he's sprayed in the face with a water bottle like a misbehaving cat.

The constant camera in his face is how Donnie learns to record everything. They find out and try to explain this is different, but Donnie just doesn't get it.

Once Raph gets them calmed down enough to explain Leo is mostly baffled at how Donnie can hide two extra arms "like a morbid jack in the box."

Mikey's just relieved that since he's an alien and doesn't have any family on Earth that means they get to keep him.

Donnie: I suppose my creator could technically be seen as a parental unit.

Leo: Yeah, but we said on Earth.

Donnie: Again, my creator.

Raph remembers reading about the creator being sent to hunt the creation: Oh no.

[epickiya722]

I do not know if it was you, or another blogger that made a character analysis of Gojo that made me like the character and discover more about him through the manga.

While I never read the manga before or watched the anime, I had been exposed to it by my friends and some BNHA bloggers. Back then, I found Gojo to be overhyped (discount Kakashi) while liking the animation(?) style, bit still no interest.

BNHA and its Endeavour Redemption arc in the doing was tiring me to the point that I stopped reading it and manga altogether. For mayne six months or so, until now, at least. I randomly found your blog last week , and it got me a new hyper fixation 😃. You got me to start reading JJK (Megan cos playing also helps).

I bought Number 0 and Number 1 of the mangas. Only to remember midway in Number 0 that Walmart Kakashi will be snapped in two like a Kit Kat🥲. I saw that leak in one of the BNHA blogs, and I didn't mind it back then since I wasn't in the fandom, but Lord, now it sucks.

Anyways, all this long rant to say that I like reading your posts.

Gojo, rest in pain, I guess?

Probably was someone else, I don't write much analysis posts about Gojo. I think once or twice I did, I can't recall. Probably reblogged one though you saw!

I don't know, they're really just two different characters to me. Also... I was never really an active reader or watcher of Naruto like that (just very familiar) so when I first saw Gojo, Kakashi didn't register to me at all.

Like, I did not get similar vibes at all. And it actually annoys me that people will be like "He copied Kakashi's flow"! Kakashi ain't the only white haired, face covering character out there with magical eyes, y'all stop. 😆

Even funnier when, by this point, Gojo has probably been unmasked more than he has been wearing something on his face and switches up what he puts on his face. Kakashi been wearing the same mask for...? Also, didn't it take years for Kakashi's whole face to be shown or something? Took like seven episodes for Gojo to show that face.

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I always been a fan of Megan's music and then when I found out she was into anime I was like "YYYYYEEEEEAAAAH". She cosplayed as Miruko one Halloween and it made my year. I am a former believer that Miruko would vibe to her music.

Just seeing other Black women being unapologetic fans of anime (or anything) does wonders for me and I hate it when people act as if it's such a foreign idea to understand. Honey, we can have interests, too, like everyone else. It's normal.

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I always try to be careful about spoilers for anything I'm into. Like, I can talk about a chapter that happened two years ago, but I'll still mark as a spoiler because I know some people don't read Mangas or even if they do haven't caught up to that specific part.

That actually what set me off when Usher cosplayed as Gojo because he literally put "rest in peace, Gojo" or something along those lines and the amount of people who weren't even aware of 236... like bro, come on.

I knew it just had to be a marketing tactic because I know damn well Usher ain't seen JJK a day in his life and how convenient it is he comes out with that cosplay around the time when "Daddy's Home" becomes a fairly popular song used in Gojo's edits. I can't go watching one video on YouTube without hearing that song play when Gojo pops up. And even if he has... WHY WOULD YOU TAG IT LIKE THAT?!

Oh, but Megan definitely doesn't know any of the characters she be cosplaying, alright... okay... 🙄

I'm just going off on a whole tangent here, I apologize for that. I've been sick for like three days and just woke up from a nap. 😅

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Also, thank you! Glad you enjoy my posts!! Anytime anyone says they like reading my posts, I still get shocked. They're really are just random thoughts I been having and really I'm still learning grasping the characters and story myself. And this is just for any. I don't even for them to get read, let alone for anyone to actually agree with me. I guess because, at the end of the day, I really just needed to throw a thought out there before I lose it or keep rethinking about it over and over.

[screen-universe-official-thingie]

"Happy... Birthday?"

There is an actress, who's been recently born into the Universe of the Screen. Just like those before her, she's been dropped into the Fictional Realm, where actors rest after long hours of work.

From the start, she's been doing well, a kind Sponge Fictional took her in and let her stay for a time being. That is, until the empire found her and finally put her to work.

The unfortunate actress, so young, so naive, never knew what she had coming. Her creators bestowed her such a heavy role, a mask of a monster. At first, she didn't know how bad could it be. It was just a character right? This was all just a game of pretend... Right? After all, she was made for this role, literally created for it. Surely it can't be hard. How bad can it be? It's just some woman who cares about animals and lost a loved one.

However, society said otherwise.

The empire hated her for it. Despise her for the role she plays, and for serving her purpose. They declared time and time again that they hated her existence.

"I'm an actor, just like you guys!" she said.

They stay away. They push her away, side eyed her and everything.

"I'm not like her, see?" she said once more.

Rolcist thrown things at her, hurled insults at her. After a long day of work, another Fictional wished she was dead, and another, and another.

Monster, lunatic, a deluded. The list of insults went on.

"... I'm just an actor," she pleaded.

"I was doing my job," she sobbed.

The void of hatred stared at her.

"What did I do... What did I fucking do..." She glared at her own hands. Hands, or rather, gloves of an abuser, a killer, a beast.

She tried to escape all of this, but couldn't. Or rather she wouldn't do it. For at least one Fictional cared about her.

On the fateful release of her first project, a mouse Fictional came by. He was, and still is the powerful leader of a far off kingdom. One they called the Disney Kingdom. For someone so small, so puny, he can pack a punch. Prior to all this, he's already walked through the path of blood and is still treading through it.

There he stride for his next victim, the Villainess.

For an actor who claims to know what's real and what's an act, the mouse can't help, but kill those of the villain role on sight. Every ounce of suffering and pain they been through in his hands was delicious to him.

Just as her part of the act reaches to its grand finale, the mouse shows his power. Blood spilled. Ice shards were erupted, jellyfishes were stabbed and so was her designated henchman. The actress playing as her daughter was trapped in his ice from the waist down. The actress, now in the corner, curled up into a cocoon in the hairstyle bestowed by her creators.

And so, the mouse approaches.

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Okay so this was supposed to explain how the fuck it all led up to what's happening in the art, but ended up doing a little info/lore dump on what the fuck this Lus has going on in the daydreams as of late with probably a poor attempt of adding in some short storytelling elements. There's more to what's going on with both her and Mickey, but that'd take a while to cram it all into the post. So yeah.

Tldr: Actress has to play evil Poké waifu with a Jellyfish addiction, becomes besties with SpongeBob, gets an existential crisis about the nature of her role/persona because society shits on her for it (and Spunch taught her about morals too early), tries to kill herself to escape her vessel (but didn't go through with it), and gets a near death experience from a psychopathic mouse king.

Dw, she lives and all, just left traumatized and pissed about the Mouse Moment.

Anyways, happy birthday to Mickey and happy anniversary to the OG Pokémon SuMo games.

Note: Unlike the SpongeBob birthday painting, this piece is based on an actual event in the paracosm, a reoccurring scenario that's both an important plot point and something that stuck despite all the changes this paracosm goes through. I have to post this here instead of the casual account.

Update: Remember when I said she tried to kill herself? Yeah, I modified the lore a bit. Now her "escaping the job" attempt is now less of an actual suicide attempt and more like an attempt to quit her job/role as the character, which just so happens to be heavily tied to her life. She wouldn't immediately die if she's outside the meat suit, she'll just have to succumb to the pain to actually end up perma dying or deleting if she doesn't return to the meat suit.

[honey-katsu]

and that's the tea - ao3

Summary:

The Class 1-A girls are making some tea for themselves one night. Momo bumps into Todoroki and almost spills it on him, sending him into a panic. After he calms down, they discover why Todoroki hates boiling water, tea kettles, and his father.

Warning: panic attack (in relation to Todoroki’s past/backstory)

note before we begin: i am chickenKatsu on ao3. I do not give anyone the right to repost my work to another platform unless I’m asked then properly credited. Please support me on ao3 if you like it!

It was just another typical week in Heights Alliance for Class 1-A: full of chaos. Midoriya almost broke his bones again during combat training, although his opponent swore it was “the damn nerd’s own fault he’s so fucking careless.” Friday’s game night ended up with Kaminari almost causing a power outage after an unusually competitive round of Uno. And after a particularly outlandish dare, Uraraka and Aoyama stunk up the dooms from the side effect of their quirks. 

And finally, finally … it was Sunday evening. The 1-A chaos quieted as everyone prepared for school tomorrow. The boys were hanging out in the common room, watching animal movies and sipping hot milk. The girls, however, planned a cozy sleepover filled with stuffed animals, fuzzy blankets, and a true crime show. They were supposed to wait in Hagakure’s room while Momo prepared her specialty nighttime tea, but they insisted on helping their class vice-president. So Uraraka, Tsu, Jiro, Hagakure, and Mina accompanied Momo to the kitchen and chatted quietly as the boys finished up their movie.

No one noticed a certain dual-haired boy slip into the kitchen. His presence was masked by the quiet ttssss of the teakettle and the rumbling footsteps of tired teens retreating to their rooms. He silently rummaged through the bottom cabinets, careful not to intrude on the girls’ conversation.

The kettle began to whine, picking up volume until it screeched at the distracted girls. Panicking at the rush of noise, Momo tore the kettle from the stove. In an instant, time slowed. On her way to the prepared mugs, Momo tripped over the kitchen mat, swiftly saved from a face plant by Uraraka’s reflexes and quirk. The kettle slipped out of her grasp, launching boiling water onto its unsuspecting victim. With wide eyes, Todoroki raised his arms to protect his face. Scalding water seared him from above. 

Everyone froze. Even Todoroki, still in a defensive position.

Momo was the first to act, crouching down to ask if he was okay and to apologize. Todoroki violently flinched from her touch. She immediately hesitated. Pressed against the farthest cabinet, Todoroki lowered his trembling arms, revealing eyes wide and fearful beneath his bangs. Ice began to crystallize on his shoulder and neck. Flames licked his clothes and seared the wooden cabinets. His hands clamped over his scar, nails digging into his skin. Todoroki whimpered a plea of some sort, begging his mother to… stop ?

Just then, a memory returned to her. Little Todoroki, maybe about 6 or so, right eye bandaged and left eye hollow and vacant. He had been a shell of himself, unwilling to play with her or Iida as their hero families partied. He had said only one thing that day, and Momo would never forget because it continued to confuse her to this day. “It’s my fault,” he had muttered, brushing his fingertips against his healing wound. His injury was never brought up again, and neither Momo nor Iida ever pressed him for answers. Why now, of all times, was she reminded of this? Was it because of the pained tone in which Todoroki mentioned his mother?

Shaking herself back to the present, Momo whispered, “Go get Midoriya-san! He will know what to do!”

“Ah, r-right!” Mina yelped before sprinting towards the boys’ dorms. The others stood by awkwardly, watching their classmate suffer, unsure what to do.

Momo hated seeing Todoroki like this. Broken by his past. Unable to heal and unwilling to seek help. And she wanted to help him. She wanted to help so badly that her chest burned with a desire to help and a terrifying hatred for the source of Todoroki’s pain. She had ever since they were kids. But she could do nothing. For the first time in her life, she was truly useless. Her knowledge, her skills, her money, her connections, her quirk— none of it could help. None of those things ever really did anyway.

So she waited. She waited for Midorya. She waited for help, offering her useless, worthless, stupid, pathetic words of comfort to Todoroki.

Footsteps thundered down the stairs, suddenly growing softer as Midoriya rounded the corner with Mina close behind. Worry melted into gratitude when he saw Momo trying to help. He smiled at her, and she carefully backed away. Immediately, Midoriya crouched down to block Todoroki field of view.

“What happened?” he asked gently, eyes glued to the boy in front of him.

“We were making some tea for our sleepover, kero,” Tsu supplied. “We didn’t notice Todoroki-kun enter the kitchen.”

“Yaomomo accidentally tripped and spilled the tea kettle,” Jiro cut in, panic leaking into her voice.

“And the water spilled on him,” Midoriya concluded, locking eyes with Momo.

“I am terribly sorry. I did not mean to drop the kettle.” Momo bowed her head, ashamed. “Is there anything I can do to fix this?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not sure. You’ll have to ask Shoto later.” Returning his attention to Todoroki, Midoriya spoke softly. “Shoto, it’s alright. Izuku is here. You’re at the UA dorms. Endeavor isn’t here. She’s not here, remember?” 

He continuously guided Todoroki through breathing exercises and gave explanations for every one of his movements, no matter how small, as to not startle Todoroki. Momo supposed this way of movement correlated with Todoroki’s past. She watched the two with apprehension and admiration, careful to absorb every detail for future use. She couldn’t let her classmates down if this ever happened again. Midoriya would not always be around to help, after all.

Gently, as if handling an injured beast, Midoriya coaxed Todoroki into holding his hands instead of his scar. He rubbed his thumbs over Todoroki’s knuckles, never gripping firmly but always making his presence known. Todoroki squeezed Izuku’s hands briefly. “Good job, Shoto,” Midoriya cooed. “Now, can you tell me 5 things you can see?”

Momo couldn’t hear themumbled response, but Midoriya moved through the five senses until Todoroki was able to acknowledge his surroundings. She didn’t know how long it had been by the end of it all, but the other girls cleared out of the kitchen in favor of sitting in the common room.

“Momo, I know this might be weird for you,” Midoriya cautioned within earshot of the common room as he left the kitchen, “but please use his first name for the next few hours. Walk lightly and move slowly, too. I’ll be nearby if he needs me, but you guys should talk.”

Momo nodded sharply, although she wanted to ask why his instructions were so specific. After a moment, Todoroki looked up at her, eyes worried and fearful. “I’m sorry, Momo-san,” he said. “I didn’t want you to see that.”

“It is quite alright, Todo—Shoto-san. I should be the one apologizing,” she replied softly, earning a curious gaze. “If you do not mind, I have a few questions regarding this incident.”

“…Sure. Let’s move to the common room. I’m sure the others will want to know.”

Momo offered Shoto a hand up, which he gratefully took.

In the common room, the girls watched hesitantly as Momo and Shoto entered.

“Hey, Shoto-kun,” Tsu spoke up. “How are you feeling, kero?”

“Yeah, are you alright?” Jiro asked.

“You totally freaked out,” Mina chirped. “What was that about?”

“I’m sorry for my unsightly showing.” He bowed as he continued, “If you all have a spare moment, please let me explain. Although, it’s not a happy story...”

“Of course, Shoto-kun,” Uraraka replied with a smile.

“The floor is yours,” Hagakure said with a dramatic flourish of her hands. Mina giggled a little.

Shoto gently sat on the couch, a nervous frown dancing on his lips. His eyes glimmered with relief. “Thank you very much.”

With a deep breath, he opened his mouth, prepared to speak, but no sound came out. He grimaced, clearly frustrated. Momo tenderly squeezed his hand. It’s okay, she tried to convey silently. I’m here for you, no matter what.

He studied her face. Their classmates looked on wordlessly, but neither one noticed, caught up in the other. After a long moment, he seemed to have found what he was looking for. He smiled, squeezed her hand back, and straightened his back. Looking everyone in the eyes, Shoto finally began his tale.

“What do you know about quirk marriages?”

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Momo was horrified. So that was why he had said it was “his fault” all those years ago. His mother, driven to the tipping point by his father’s abuse, did such a horrible thing to her own son. And he thought it was his fault.

Peering through her oncoming tears, she examined her friends. Various emotions painted their expressions. Jiro and Uraraka were furious. Mina and Hagakure were trying not to cry. Tsu had a contemplative look on her face, processing this new information.

Shoto was quiet, back hunched. He wrung his hands anxiously. His hair hid his eyes and expressionless face.

“If I ruined tea for you,”  he started nervously, “I’m so sorr—”

“Don’t,” snapped Jiro. Shoto dug his nails into his hands, stiffening up. Momo quickly reached for his hands. Rubbing his hands softly like she had seen Midoriya do, Momo gradually prayed his fingers away in favor of holding his hands in her own. Once he had loosened his grip, Momo nodded slightly to Jiro.

“Don’t,” Jiro said more gently. “You didn’t ruin anything. It's okay.”

“Still…” he muttered with a frown.

“We should be the ones apologizing to you,” Mina said. Hagakure nodded vigorously.

“Yeah,” Uraraka insisted. “We should have been more careful watching our surroundings.”

“True. Even if we didn’t know about your past,” Tsu chimed, “we should have been more attentive in the kitchen so we don’t injure anyone, kero.”

“I must apologize as well.” Momo stood up and bowed deeply. “I am terribly sorry, Shoto-san. I did not notice you enter the kitchen and I was not paying attention to my surroundings. I ended up nearly injuring you and I triggered an unpleasant memory. I also did not notice your obvious distress when we were younger. I know it is too late to amend the past, but I am so sorry I did not reach out to you then. What happened to you and your family was unfair; no one should have to suffer like that. It was not your fault. It never was. I am sure your mother would agree.” 

“O-oh,” Shoto stuttered. “Um, please stand up, Momo-san.” She did as she was asked. “It’s alright. You didn’t know and I hadn’t told anyone except Izuku. And that was only recently. How could you have known when we were younger? Endeavor never told anyone how I really got my scar or what happened to my mother. So… don’t apologize for the past, Momo-san.” He smiled warmly at her.

Returning the kindness with her own smile, Momo said, “Thank you, Shoto-san.”

“Um, actually,” Shoto mumbled hesitantly, “if you all wouldn’t mind, I would like it if you called me Shoto from now on.”

“We can definitely do that,” Uraraka grinned. 

“Sure thing, dude,” Jiro said with a thumbs up.

“Can do, buckaroo!” exclaimed Mina.

“Of course, Shoto-kun,” Hagakure managed through her giggles.

“Of course. Thank you for confiding in us, kero,” Tsu replied.

Shoto let his gaze connect with his classmates. Appreciation and contentment reflected in his eyes, despite his shoddy attempt at a smile. He shifted his attention to Momo, and her heart fluttered. His right eye glittered like the ocean. His left shone like liquid mercury. 

“Thank you for everything,” he whispered, voice nearly drowned by the rowdy conversation their classmates had started. He pecked her cheek with a chaste kiss before retreating upstairs swiftly and stealthily.

Momo sputtered, face flushed as red as the boy’s hair. 

Jiro stabbed her elbow into Momo’s side and her ear jack into Momo’s cheek, eliciting a yelp from her. Uraraka wore stupidly proud grin as a dejected Hagakure handed her some money. Tsu was holding back her own smirk.

Mina jumped on her back. “Oh-ho, what was that all about, Yaomomo?” she asked slyly.

“I- ahem, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Momo said indignantly, the heat in her cheeks never dissipating.

“Come on, Yao-mo-mo,” Mina coaxed sweetly, emphasizing her name. “You got a little smooch from your crush, sweetheart, what do you mean you don’t know?”

Momo was at a loss for words as Mina began to ask her all sorts of questions about Shoto. Hagakure and Uraraka quickly joined in. An onslaught of pestering questions bombarded her.

“You knew him before UA? How? Did you have a crush on him then, too? What’s it like crushing on the hottest guy in our class? What was it like holding your crush’s hands and caressing his fingers? How are you gonna confess? Are you gonna confess? Or are you gonna wait until he asks you out? He basically confessed his love for you, Momo! What’s the next step?”

“Jeez girls, that’s enough!” Momo cried, flustered,p. She buried her burning face into her hands. “I don’t know…” she muttered to no one in particular. None of the girls heard her, rambling on with the excitement of bridesmaids on the day of a wedding.

[peterrrei]

i've been listening to your charmuro playlist a lot (i follow you on twitter lol, idk if you posted it here) and i was wondering if you'd want to elaborate on any of your choices...all the sad young men is one that caught me off guard but also makes so much sense to me

hi there! sorry for the very late reply! but oh my god. thank you for sending me this ask because it gave me enough motivation to write down some notes about my playlist and order it a bit because — its a lot LOL

first of all i would like to mention that yes, it’s a charmuro playlist, but you cannot take lalah out of charmuro ♡ so i’ve added songs that somehow fit her point of view, or hint at her presence. i love lalah so much and it makes me sad when people take her out of char and amuro’s relationship or minimize the impact that she had on both of them. (but don’t ask me to define whatever those three had going on because i don’t know. it’s vague. vague is okay in my mind but i would love to make people see my vision. in a few years i will maybe find the words to describe it)

ANYWAY THE PLAYLIST! i’m sorting it in a kind of chronological way, but it gets vague and blurry sometimes because i also think it’s important for a playlist to flow well (and to have songs that i actually like listening to! and it vagueness works for gundam....)

some examples:

∙ 1979 by the smashing pumpkins this song is really great because it truly is an anthem of a new young generation, which is a focal point of gundam! the pain and angst and comfort of late teenagehood/early adulthood ♡

On a live wire right up off the street You and I should meet <-( a jolt of electricity is the kind of feeling i can imagine newtypes feel when they connect with each other) June bug skipping like a stone With the headlights pointed at the dawn We were sure we'd never see an end to it all <- buggy stuck in the mud scene my beloved ♡

∙ familiar feeling by moloko i wasn’t even looking for charmuro coded songs when i found this band! but my delusional heart can see charmuro where the normal person can’t <3 anyway this is definitely a zeta song. i have in illustration in mind for the charmuro zine i’m very slowly drawing/writing that is completely based off their reunion in zeta and this song.

Nothing can come close Nothing can come close Nothing can come close

I never doubted it What's for you will not pass you by I never questioned it It was decided before I asked why It's all there ever was And it's all there ever will be How could you have questioned us? It's yourself you deceive

Nothing can come close To this familiar feeling We say it all without Ever speaking

god this song is so so so perfect and really encapsulates the hings about gundam that i love: vagueness, intense human emotions, sharing these emotions, identity and masked identity, love. perfection

Hush now No need to say the words At first sight you perfectly heard Love in all its entirety Is no less than we deserve I saw, your face Some place I felt this feeling before Is it deja vu? Do I somehow know you? <- this this this! adrenaline still filling the air after battle, amuro sits on the mechanical hand of a Gundam. he hasn’t seen one in over eight years. he has called for him before even realizing he opened his mouth to speak. char. amuro. who are you? do i know you? what is this feeling? have i felt this before?

∙ all the sad young men by spector you said it caught you off guard but it makes sense and i agree! i had the same thought process. it’s a song ive listened to many many times but it occurred to me that it fits charmuro only recently! well-- maybe it’s more of a generic gundam feeling. i am also working on a “generic gundam feelings” playlist.. it’s still private though. it’s called anime ja nai :’)

And no, nothing ever really started with a kiss &lt;- YEAH

I don't wanna make love I don't wanna make plans I don't want anyone to wanna hold my hand <- i don’t know if this makes me think more of char or amuro. and because of that it’s perfect

It begins in the places that we leave behind Every year that goes by a little less future on our minds These girls like to pretend they can't feel anything anymore (...........gundam women..........) Boys break like promises, but only behind closed doors (gundam men.......................)

∙ raise me up by hercules and love affair including an explanation of why i think this song is charmuro is difficult. it just is to me. just like truefalse/fakereal by the same band

My secret love Keeps me awake at night My secret love of the man My secret fight They put you down They pushed your face down They fucked you aver and around You kissed the ground You're the one I waited for your return I slept with rocks I slept with stones Stone was my home Energy Life danced right out of me When my father busted you free He also killed me <- kinda makes me think of zeon daikun dooming amuro ray to have an intense yaoi thing with his son. lol Oh raise me up To dance upon your head Oh raise me up To dance in the holes of your head <- !! Oh raise me up To dance in the cavities of Your eyes <- and this!!!!! i need more of this!!!!!!

∙ a beginner’s guide to destroying the moon by foster the people this song was suggested to me by my discover weekly and the lyrics instantly made me think of char and amuro. cca feelings

I can't blame you I can't save you But I will try for you and I For you and I, I won't find out All the dirty little things that you've done But I will try For you and I, I will breathe in All the truth I can stomach If it keeps you alive <-amuro (I would break you Before I let you fall into the blind For you and I) <- char We've changed the dreamers and the Preachers and the wise men on the hill To concrete stepping smilers terrified to lose their power and control We've been crying for a leader to speak like the old prophets The blood of the forgotten wasn't Spilled without a purpose, or was it? And now, I'm staring at the moon Wondering why the bottom fell out

and again:

To smash the wall of apathy Stop your self-importance And lift the weight off somebody else Yeah, you'll never be whole Yeah, you'll never be whole Until you lose control <- this is directed at both of them

∙ i might be wrong by radiohead major cca charmulalah feelings here...

I might be wrong I could have sworn I saw a light coming on I used to think There was no future left at all I used to think <- char (Open up, begin again Let's go down the waterfall Think about the good times and never look back Never look back) <- lalah What would I do? <- char What would I do? <- amuro If I did not have you? <- ooooooh yes! your lives were irreparably changed the day char stepped on side 7 in 0079 ∙ bleed by george clanton charmuro in its messiness, ugliness and intensity. i absolutely love the progression in the song. starting slow until it builds up to the explosion of kaleidoscopic sounds (that is not a proper way to describe a sound right? but i wouldn’t describe it any other way <3)

Someone else can make you happy Someone else can show you a good time A good time Someone else can say "I'm Sorry" Someone else can fight and tell you lies But not like I do Not like me Someone else can bite until you bleed Make you bleed Not like I do Not like me

∙ the man who sold the world (sung by midge ure. i just like that version better, sounds so ethereal. plus im a metal gear fan lmao) this song really evokes the change between masks char went through. amuro — there to see them all

Although I wasn't there He said I was his friend Which came as a surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone A long long time ago

Oh no, not me We never lost control You're face to face With the man who sold the world

(I gazed a gazely stare We walked a million hills I must have died alone A long, long time ago)

∙ day by bill callahan this is maybe one of the cheesiest songs in the playlist but i just love it so much. and. i mean. what is gundam without cheesiness? to me this songs feels a lot like a conversation between cca char and amuro. the kind of disdain towards the humanity that has reduced earth to such a wasteland planet vs the hope that humanity is indeed good and we must strive toward the light, even though it is so hard

Some people are a sickness on this land They're killing, they're taking They're stealing whatever they can Anything, anything, anything That is not bolted down Your life, your money, your heart, your faith, your bike

and then again:

Some would ask What are we to do With a world that crumbles to the touch? A world that spins and dies where it stands Like trying ain't enough?

but listen to me:

To family is all you can do And strive toward the light It's as dark as night Strive toward the light I know it's as dark as night I know it's as dark as night

It is day though

∙ la vita fa schifo by le feste antonacci umm haha italian moment. this playlist should have more italian moments and i am working on that. anyway the lyrics to this song is just life sucks life sucks life sucks life suckssss in various dramatic intonations. life did kinda suck for char and amuro right? lmao. i am the kinda person that says oh well la vita fa schifo over the smallest problems. i just thought it would be funny to think about char and amuro dying and both being like. well. la vita fa schifo. what the fuck was everyone’s problem.

∙ l’amour toujours by gigi d’agostino NOW HEAR ME OUT. this started as a meme between me and my partner. of putting this song over the credits of very dramatic movies. it’s because it was the credit song of uncut gems, it really stunned us the first time we finished that movie bc we joke about that song so much, it’s basically italy’s national anthem. so we joked about char’s counterattack ending and instead of beyond the time, l’amour toujours starts playing. po poporopo poporopo po poro po po poroporopo. but then also— you know what? the lyrics fits charmuro too. LMAO (delusional) I still believe in your eyes I just don't care what you have done in your life Baby, I'll always be here by your side Don't leave me waiting too long, Please come byI still believe in your eyes There is no choice, I belong to your life Because I will live to love you someday You'll be my baby and we'll fly away And I'll fly with you, I'll fly with you, I'll fly with you

basically the credits song of my playlist :')

um okay haha! i think i will stop for now bc this is a lot... thank you again for this ask!

[cocoabubbelle]

Watching “Scooby Doo, Where Are You?” (1969-1970 CBS) + Thoughts

Episode 25: Don’t Fool with a Phantom

Not me trying to pronounce the flashing “KLMN” on the building as one word before realizing it’s probably an Acronym for something.

Fraphne dance for what seems like a talent show.

Is Johnny Sands based off of a celebrity?

Even without them handling it for their dance routine, Shaggy and Scooby’s taffy (it’s called toffee in the show but it’s too stretchy) looks yucky.

Monster of the week almost looks as bad as the toffee.

Velma looks comically angry at the monster’s stunts.

Johnny Sands is gone, which mean’s he’s either the culprit or the victim—oh wait, there he is.

“Come on, Johnny. The publicity stunt’s over.” She says to a man tied up in a chair. If Johnny winds up not being the masked monster, Velma’s going to look pretty insensitive.

The Wax Phantom.……Okay, yeah, no. The name doesn’t sound very intimidating (though admittedly hot wax on skin HURTS)

Ah, wax figures. That’s understandably more creepy.

Mr. Stevens the station manager, who was there earlier with everyone, including when the Wax Phantom first appeared, is suddenly gone for some reason. If he turns out to be the culprit, I hope there is an explanation as to why he was still present when the monster made its debut (such as having an accomplice or using a projector.)

Johnny isn’t helping alleviate my suspicions when he doesn’t want to call the police for risk of the studio being shut down.

“Well, it looks like we have another mystery on our hands.” Velma borrowing Fred’s catchphrase. (Frelma)

Fraphne and Shelma + Scooby split ups, because that’s always original.

Animation Goof: Daphne forgot to apply her lipstick/gloss.

Cute angry owl is cute.

Animation Goof: Shaggy is too tall for the screen’s frame.

Mr. Grisby looks suspiciously like a color swap of one of the gang’s earlier masked culprits from the first season.

“Hmmmm, looks like Mom’s stew!” He says as he’s about to take a sip without permission before skull-shaped smiley face bubbles (yes you read that right) make him lose his appetite. Also, I have questions regarding Ms. Rogers’s cooking.

Mr. Grisby flat out admits that he performed black magic to conjure up Wax Phantom. Shelma + Scooby obviously don’t report him to the police for questioning.

Remember viewers: a) Fraphne is totally a thing because Daphne is hugging Fred’s arm; b) Daphne is totally a damsel in distress who totally did not almost bash Shaggy’s head in self-defense thinking he was a masked ghost coming after her one time.

Daphne jumps into Fred’s arms after being startled from knocking over a wax figure in the wax museum. It’s an obvious attempt at another Fraphne moment and in my opinion it ignores what moments of fearlessness Daphne had in the earlier episodes but I’m highlighting it because I like a good bridal/princess carry, mmmkay~? 🤪

We don’t see Shag and Scoob looking for a window for them and Velma to enter through after the Wax Phantom locked the entrance door because that would be too interesting.

Turning on the lights brightens the scene by 3%.

Crash-into-reunion gag. More heartwarming or painful? Depends on how you really feel about your friends, whether you or they were the ones doing the crashing, and how how hard the impact is.

“Sure glad to run into you, Velma.” “Where’s Shag and Scoob?” Am I shameless and ridiculous for highlighting these as Frelma and Shaphne? Yes. Am I doing it anyway? Yes.

You can tell which background artists actually enjoyed or overthought (thank? thunk?) their job when some of the walls of the museum are plainly colored while others look like they have a texture similar to a cavern.

When Shaggy and Scooby open the sarcophagus they somehow landed in due to shenanigans: “Shaggy! What are you doing in there?” “Like, who knows? We just dropped in to see my mummy.”

I failed to mention this earlier bc I wasn’t sure it was worth posting but those random colored screens that come with funny noises to indicate necessary/unnecessary cuts from one scene to the next are back.

Shag and Scooby get distracted by food on a display in a WAX museum and fail to connect the dots.

“Now if the Wax Phantom doesn’t drop in on us—” *cue humongous trapdoor that swallows her, Fred, and Velma whole.* Danger-Prone-Daphne never fails to disappoint.

Shag and Scoob hijinks don’t get them out of trouble this time.

Hey, it’s me from the future. For some weird reason Tumblr is giving me trouble over making this post for this particular episode, so I will be doing the rest of the points super summarized that can only be enjoyed if you read them in your best caveman voice. Even then, this site will entire/partial points that will render the rest of this post as incomplete and clunky. Apologies for the mess. Have no idea how to make Tumblr stop deleting and resurfacing my bullet points. Maybe in the future I will re-edit the post and translate what I originally had.

Apologies again.

Velms find money. Fred remember it from station. Me forgot.

Velma stop foot. Open trap door. “Velma you amazing!” “Because me angry?”

Waxy push Shag and Scoob. Want to commit murder.

Shaggy no impressed by bad guy doing predictable bad guy stuff.

Scoob and Shag no roll off conveyor belt bc that too smart.

Daphne save her man and his dog. Accidentally yes but thought still count.

Waxy chase Shag and Scoob. Fred Daphne Velma chase Waxy.

Cinderella dress. Me like.

Oh no lovey dovey chase music. Me no like.

Ok actually me like but why lovey dovey?

Shaggy’s false lashes purty.

Song: Pretty Mary Sunlight. “I tell them girls were made for kissing.” And punching. We punch too.

Loony toons physics.

It work? Yes and no WUT??

Uh oh Fred has plan.

Shag and Scoob trick Fred before Fred lure them with Scooby Snacks.

Joke on them they do plan after all when accidentally meet Waxy.

Skateboards!

Fred does oopsy and kill Shag and Scoob with wax + Waxy???

No they alive and no burned bc children’s show.

Mr. Stevens = Waxy.

No explanation for why Waxy there earlier with Mr. Stevens in beginning bc writers don’t wanna ‘splain.

Animation Goof: purple neck Daph

Day 25 of no "And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids!"

Shag and Scooby dummy word privileges deprecation privilages bc no no if someone else call them dummies.

Day 25 of no "And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids!"

Day 25 of no “And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids!”

No ending gif bc tumblr no like me

Hey, this review for this episode has been giving me trouble for a while now because tumblr keeps messing with my drafts whether in progress or attempting to save them because my bullet points keep getting deleted or “deleted” only to randomly pop up later when trying to write other points.

Velma accidentally opens a secret stash of money that Fred deduces was stolen from the tv station. I had to rewind the episode to be reminded that was a thing in addition to Mr. Stevens getting caught.

“Velma! You did it again!” “What, lose my temper?” That too, but Velm’s little stomp of frifrustration of their situation triggered a secret door lever so the three of them can escape.

I see Shag + Scoob tied up and the Wax Phantom wheeling them close to a boiling bowl (??? I forget if their is a more technical term for the big bucket used to hold and mix things in factories and google isn’t helping.), and conclude this guy is capable of murder.

“Not the old ride-on-the-conveyor-belt-into-the-wax

Will the hovering ghost hand ever be explained? Also, Velma being the strongest by carrying Scooby carrying Shaggy as they escape.

The Wax Phantom…

Oh wait they found him pretty quickly. Fastest mystery solved??

Even without Shaggy and Scooby handling it in their dance routine, that toffee looks yucky.

Oh hey, the goopy monster of the week looks a sma tinge less gross than the toffee. Also, Johnny Sands/the host is gone, which means either he’s been nabbed by someone with a vendetta or he’s the culprit.

[yanteetle]

So I made a yandere turtle oc using this picrew https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1933451

Made by @lucifernos (I think-?)

Meet: Idk help me choose name- T_T

Turtle specie: Leatherback sea turtle

A soft yandere. Is not the type to punish if you escape, maximum will make you listen to Dora the explorer theme over and over again, while slowly with each time once you get used to the melody change one note again and again. But it's a rare occurrence.

Despite being sort-tempered never would physically hurt you. If angry will just lock you in a room with your favorite items and leave you for a day. Food and water are with you btw, wouldn't want you to die.

Is willing to let you out, using cloacking brooch. Is not against you having friends. As long as you don't forget to pay attention and give affection to the said turtle. Is okay with sharing a darling.

Is a clingy mf, tho sometimes prefer not touching at all.

It's a 50/50, whether you'll have to physically hold each other or not even tapping each other

Let's you do anything as long as you show love and affection. If not? A bit grumpy and takes some of the previous privileges from you (friends or one of your favorite items)

Babies you. Likes psychology, so will try to communicate their way into your heart.

Has ADHD and ofc sensory issues. Just like me fr-

Would probably roll eyes at you running away. Unless angry-

"Oh, you tried running away again? *huffs* Why are keep doing it..? You can go outside in the morning, right now is not the place to wander around trying to get away from me. You can get hurt y'know?"

Also has teeth because used to be human. He's a HUMANOID turtle after all, so he have some advantages that normal turtle don't. Like sharp teeth- yeah the spikes are still there but front became teeth. (You can Google their spikes in the mouth, since they don't have teeth)

(Useless fact, I have sharp teeth btw-)

Also has something similar to fingers? Since this turtles don't have fingers I decided to add something similar T_T

Google said:

"While Leatherback Sea Turtles are not aggressive, if they feel threatened, they can and will bite a human with their powerful beak mouth, often leading to severe bruises or potentially breaking bones."

That's what will happen to those who try to hurt you/steal you away lol. WITH THOSE TEETH AND SPIKES COMBINED IT'S DEF GRUESOME SCENE—

Being a humanoid turtle, can survive on the land. Sadly human nor the turtle itself can breathe underwater so no underwater op thingy :>

I am making this as a joke 'cuz I am in pain rn-

Also:

They can dive deeper, travel farther and tolerate colder waters than other sea turtle species. They eat soft-bodied animals such as jellyfish. Their throat cavity and scissor-like jaws are lined with stiff spines that help them swallow this soft, slippery prey.

they are particularly sensitive to ambient temperature and seek to occupy warmer waters, typically in the tropical and temperate zones and ideally over 20ºC

I also Google how big this turtles are and uh-

six feet

The leatherback is the largest living sea turtle.

Weighing in at between 550 and 2,000 pounds with lengths of up to six feet, the leatherback is a big turtle!

I made shell spiky for no reason at all lol- let's pretend it's cracked

Also a small drawing

My hands got better now, they stopped bleeding as much (only a little) so I'M BACK YAY

I can write and draw again >:D

How r u? How's your day ^^?

I'm glad your hand is getting better!! And thank you sm for sharing them with me! He's so pretty and I love him already!! AND THE SHADE OF BLUE IN CONTRAST TO THE BLACK MASK?? CHEFS KISS <33

I'm terrible at names but he kind of gives me Erza vibes I think? I also think the name Juno for him sounds kind of nice, but I think it's best if you named him! Oh and I'm utterly in love with his plastron stickers ITS SO NICE!! And the fact that Lucifernos made it?? AMAZING. Honestly sometimes I think they're lowkey an unsung hero in the rottmnt yandere community because they keep feeding us the ai bots AND the picrew stuff and I appreciate them so much fr AAA- On a side note, your drawing for him is amazing and I love it!! He'd totally be my type of yandere, and It's safe to say I have a vERY soft spot for him now <33 :DD

[captain-violence]

The mental health of our favorite bad boy and how ImaHana plays into it.

TW: Depression, mentions of abuse, mentions of self harm. Nothing super graphic? Mentions of blood near the end.

Talking to @wsknbfanaccnt is always such a delight! Thank you for listening to me rambling about my favorite ship and my favorite boys!

Check out their mental health head canons here

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Okay so THIS IS ALL SPECULATION AND HEADCANONS lol

Hanamiya grew up feeling like he didn't fit in anywhere. His home life was a mess. In school he was way ahead of his classmates (due to his intelligence). But not only that, he lacked basic emotion. He struggled with emotions like empathy, sympathy and contentment. He didn't find traditionally fun things for peers of his own age to be fun at all. Leading him to become a bored, grey and dull person with a feeling of emptiness inside him.

Canonically he lives with his mother. But I don't think that's the way it's always been. As a child he was exposed and subjected to violence directed at him and his mother from his father. His mother finally divorces and leaves him just before Hanamiya starts middle school. But the abuse did leave its scars on him and a strained relationship with his mother. He loved her but even with his high IQ he could never understand why she didn't leave earlier. It would have spared both of them a lot of trauma.

Hanamiya grew up with a feeling of nothingness buried deep inside him. But as he grew more emotions started to join in. Anger. Hurt. Resentment. A huge ego but a fragile sense of self worth. He is smart, but the feeling of never being good enough made him put so much pressure on himself...and the outlet to all these strong emotions bubbling under his calm demeanor? Hurting others.

Other people’s pain brought him...joy? Contentment? A feeling of satisfaction.

A quirk no one really knew about, besides Imayoshi. Because Imayoshi could read him like an open book. No matter how much Hanamiya tried to hide and push him away, Imayoshi could look deep into his soul.

Hanamiya felt like life wasn't exciting at all. Every day was just a new day that he had to go through where nothing was to happen. Hurting others was his outlet and source of excitement. Did that make him a monster? Maybe. But he finally felt something. Why would he want to stop?

Their relationship was on and off for most of high school only to rekindle in university when it turns out they chose the same school. They re-connect and fall into their relationship again.

Imayoshi always knew Makoto wasn't...good?? Inside?? That something was just not the way it was supposed to be? Sure, Imayoshi has his quirks. But he had never felt the lack of lust for life Hanamiya sometimes described. But this is Hanamiya. He is so smart, so capable. Surely he can care for himself.

And he does. Till he can't.

For finals in his second year, the pin finally drops. He had been experimenting with forms of self harm for a while. A new outlet, hurting himself instead of others. Barely left marks. Not that anyone really looked. Not even Imayoshi.

The pressure of being a genius, the perfect son, a decent partner and a good friend became too much. He always portrayed himself like he was way up there. Unreachable, untouchable. For years and years. He carried conflicting feelings inside him. Anger, hurt, resentment, anxiety, depression, mania and the cherry on top. His childhood cat had gotten sick and died. His beloved animal that had been with him for as long as he could remember. The only one who knew all his secrets, knew all his thoughts. The only thing he had ever been able to confide in and trust? Was gone. And all he got was a call from his mother. Telling him the old cat was gone and buried. He didn't get to say goodbye. That was the straw that broke the camel's back of years and years and years of poor mental health but trying to mask. Trying to appear normal. Better than normal. Perfect.

When Hanamiya missed their date and didn't pick his phone up after the 11th call. Imayoshi felt something was definitely off. Makoto was punctual and missing one or two calls wasn't uncommon but eleven? Yea. Not happening.

Imayoshi makes his way to Hanamiya's studio apartment. Unlocking the door to find everything in shambles. There's papers from schoolwork all over the floor, broken glass from picture frames. Light bulbs are shattered and there is honestly more broken things in the tiny studio than who-

le. And in the middle of the mess is a curled up Hanamiya. Hands and feet bleeding from the smashed items. Hair is a mess from where he has tugged on it.

He's quiet. Not even acknowledging Imayoshi’s in his apartment, witnessing him in this state.

It takes a good while before he's able to get Hanamiya to even look at him. Those gorgeous green-brown eyes are so empty.

Imayoshi sticks by his side, cleans up and cares for his wounds. When Hanamiya finally comes through, all he replies with is " I'm fine. I'm fine. " and Imayoshi knows he is a tough nut to crack. Stubborn.

Imayoshi takes care of him the best he can. Hanamiya is so deep inside himself that it takes days to get him to do anything but sleep.

Imayoshi sits down on the bed, putting his warm hand on his arm and says:

" I know you're going through something right now. I don't know what it is... but I'm here and you're not alone. I've known for a while that you haven't been well and maybe it's time to let someone help you help yourself. I care about you Mako-chan. I want to have you in my life. ...I don't know what I would do without you"

And call Hanamiya a sentimental fool. But hearing that from Imayoshi. He understands he needs to sort his life out.

With diagnosed ptsd, depression and aspd. He gets the help and medications he need to make himself have a better life as an adult and Imayoshi supports him every step of the way.

The end

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"OF COURSE MY LADY"

Soooo, yesterday I watched Robin Hood and couldn't resist to write a fic with my beloved Russell, so here it is!

I hope you like it!

The situation in the kingdom of England was unsustainable.

King John had issued a royal decree stating that anyone who offered shelter or asylum to the outlaw known as Robin Longstride would be severely punished.

Everyone knew what kind of punishment he was referring to. Betrayal of the king and therefore of the crown he wore was only paid for in one way: death.

Jhon's wife, Queen Jimena, could not bear to see what the country was becoming due to her husband's tyranny. She wanted everyone to live free and in peace, without having to pay exorbitant taxes to the crown simply because the king wanted to see his people bleed.

Jimena knew that he found pleasure in the suffering of others, especially the weakest. That is why she was forced to turn to the only person who could end all that pain.

Early in the morning, when the sun was still hidden behind the mountains, she got out of the bed she shared with the king and quietly made her way to the stables, where after saddling her horse, pulling on the hood of her robe, and opening the gate as quietly as possible, she rode across the fields on her way to her destination: Sherwood Forest, said to be the home of the man they called Robin Hood.

Jimena urged her horse on, digging her heels into its flanks, making it ride faster. She had to get there quickly and back before the sun set, otherwise the king would start asking questions and that was the last thing she needed.

When she turned onto the path that led to the forest, she felt several eyes watching her. She pulled on the reins of the animal to make it trot. She didn't want them to be afraid of her, on the contrary, she wanted them to see that she wasn't looking for trouble.

She advanced a little further, until several children stood in front of the horse, with the pikes of their lances pointed at her. The animal reared up for a moment, frightened, but Jimena gently patted its mane and little by little it calmed down.

"Who are you and what are you doing here at such an untimely hour?" asked the one wearing a mask made of bear fur over his face.

"I won't hurt you," she began, raising her hands so they could see that she was not armed. "I just came to talk."

"With whom?" asked another of the children. "There's no one here who wants to talk to someone like you," he murmured, gesturing with his head. "Go now if you want to keep your life."

"Please," she begged, "I need your help. I don't know who else to turn to."

"Children, what have I told you about the strangers?" -a voice that emerged from behind them intervened- you must not trust them, that is true, but if it is a lady who implores our help, you must treat her with respect -he said- Have you understood me?

-Yes -the children answered in unison, he nodded-

-Okay then -he looked at Jimena, she could not see him, since he was wrapped in the darkness of the forest- do not worry miss, these children have promised to behave well, right? -they nodded again, he made a gesture with his hand forward- Oliver will take care of your horse while you are here -he indicated to a child to approach and after dismounting, he took his steed-

Jimena followed him into the forest, where she saw that there were several tents made with branches and large sticks. In the center of the clearing, there was a small campfire, flanked by two large trunks.

The orange reflection of the fire rested delicately on her face, drawing shadows on the ground. The man indicated that she should sit on one of the logs, in front of him.

-I heard that you came here alone in the middle of the night just to talk to me - he began, leaning back in an attitude that was relaxed but firm in equal parts - speak

Jimena removed her hood, revealing her face. The man's gaze rested on her dark eyes and the tense expression on her face.

-I appreciate you letting me into your home - she said, looking at the fire in front of them - I'm sure that if you knew who I was, you wouldn't have allowed it

-There are no ranks or social status here - she murmured, looking at her with interest - we are simply free people - she rested her elbows on her knees - tell me what the purpose of your visit is

-I need your help - she confessed under her attentive gaze - England is dying, King George's hand is crushing her neck so that almost no air is getting to her lungs - she whispered - taxes are getting higher and higher, and people can't pay them - she shook her head - I fear the day when tithes are so exaggerated that the English people can't give even a silver coin to the royal coffers

-The day that happens, King John will order the murder of everyone who can't pay - he murmured - then England will succumb to the power of a tyrannical and cruel king and the poisoned crown he wears on his head head

-Help me change that, sir -he stammered, looking at him firmly- I couldn't bear to see another family starving to death on the streets of the city – tears came to her face – this has to change, and if for that to happen you must pierce the king's throat with one of your arrows, so be it

The man looked at her with determination in his blue eyes.

-What you are saying could be considered an act of treason, milady – he warned – Are you sure you want to be part of it?

-And you? – she countered, challenging him with her gaze – you are the only one who can do something to remedy this situation

-I am an outlaw

-You are Robin Hood – she corrected quickly – and if what people said about you is true, I know you will not turn your back on an opportunity like this. You want the town to be free, don't you? – she pointed to the bow that rested at her side – that is the only way for it to be so

The man held her gaze firmly, and after observing her for a few seconds in silence, he asked:

-Who are you? -he wanted to know-

She took a deep breath before answering:

-My name is Jimena -she began- I am the Queen of England -she said- and I am here, risking my life to ask you to help me save this country from the tyranny of my husband

-I will help you, milady -he agreed- with one condition -he nodded towards the children surrounding them- give these children the life they deserve. Some of them are very sick -she said- if they are not given the necessary medicines, they will not live to see another winter

-It will be done -she promised him, nodding firmly- I am very grateful for your help, sir

-Call me Robin -he said, getting up from her place, she imitated her gesture heading towards the exit of the forest-

The boy from before gave her back her horse, and he helped her mount, even though she did not need help. Their eyes locked for a few moments, until she watched as the sun threatened to shine its first rays of morning.

-I must leave before dawn - he whispered - I count on your help, Robin

He smiled kindly before answering:

-Of course, my lady