#but never anything for takumi

[arctic-reptile]

sukekiyo ElectricLadyLand (08.07.2024)!!!! they all look so good auaaagahagh

kyo from instagram; yuchi, takumi, and utA from twitter

[fairyofshampgyu]

Random but rewatching nana after like 3 years and I really do love that anime sm :( 😭 literally everything I want LESBIANS, BAND AU, AMAZING FASHION AND DEPRESSION !! their relationship w each other makes my heart so soft and relationships with just every character in that show :( also literally every character there needs therapy man I forgot 😟 it’s actually such a deep anime the way they portray characters and humans and women and how they think is so good and like so real wth

[thedrotter]

(cw for a gun, mild blood and suicide in the last drawing.)

Day 1-5 of drawing Re:Kinder daily for a whole month! I'll be doing that all month. ☺️

I did not draw Re:Kinder enough (said both sarcastically and genuinely, because while I know the statement is ridiculous I also do believe it www), so I chose to challenge myself. I will post these every 5 days to not clog the tag too much.

[aoitakumi8148]

[Left behind] 𝟙 of 𝟙.

...𝒜𝓈 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝒽𝓎𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻...

[probablygayattorneys]

Wow I had no idea they made a musical adaption of Ghost Trick

[ritzcuit]

you think your life is hard?my comfort game is spirit of justice

[erinreality]

I shifted

I shifted to my nana dr for about six months (even though only six seconds have passed here, since I set the time so that one month in the dr equals one second in this reality). I'm still a little confused from coming back, but overall, I feel good.

This dr isn’t my main one but could become my main one. Before I share some details, I want to clarify that this DR doesn't follow the anime’s storyline. For example, that asshole Takumi will never meet Hachi. I'll try to keep it brief, as I don't like talking too much about my dr after all, it is real life .

I live about 15 minutes away from Hachi and Nana’s apartment, in a suburb of Tokyo. I work at a bakery and also do art. Living in Tokyo between 1998 and 1999 is a mix of nostalgia and surreal. It's hard to describe precisely. I’ve also learned to live without modern smartphones, using those old brick phones with buttons instead. This has taught me to live more in the moment, without the constant need to check social media or waste hours scrolling through TikTok, aimlessly losing time.

In this dr, I’m learning to be more independent. Thanks also to my experiences in my Kpop drs, I've learned to manage an apartment on my own here: I do the laundry, cook, manage my budget, pay bills, and work in the bakery. Oh, and I'm also studying to get my driver's license.

I’ve also started learning to play the guitar, especially thanks to Nana. Playing has always been a huge dream of mine, but I never had the chance to do it in this reality. Once, I even got emotional with joy while holding the guitar in my hands, because it’s something I’ve always loved doing.

My relationship with Hachi and Nana is really great.

Hachi is very close to me; she often texts to ask how I’m doing, how work is going, and invites me to hang out on weekends or go to the pub together. I love going out with her because she’s unashamed of anything or anyone, and with her, I never feel judged. She also has a great sense of style. Even though colorful clothes aren’t really my thing, she’s helped me find a style that suits me. I must admit, though, that she requires a lot of patience since she’s a bit naive.

As for Nana Osaki, I really love her a lot. She’s given me so much advice on some of my personal concerns, and she’s the kind of person who could listen to you for hours. She shows her affection through sarcastic jokes. We share the same taste in music. It took a little while for her to fully trust me and start confiding in me, but I understand her, and our bond has grown over time.

I’m still getting to know Shin and Nobu. Shin is very reserved, but I feel like we’ll become great friends. Nobu, on the other hand, has already opened up, and we’ve quickly become close.

Next time I shift, I’ll come back with a suitcase full of Vivienne Westwood clothes, necklaces, and rings!

[twidara]

NANA Analysis: the bathtub theory, love and self-destruction.

TW: suicide and self-harm

⚠️SPOILERS

This isn’t a topic widely discussed due to the abrupt hiatus of NANA, but our dear Ai Yazawa loves to work with foreshadowing, and we have enough clues to consider that something really bad happened between the two timelines.

Nana is a realistic work, and we can see representations of self-destructive behaviors in many characters. When it comes to Nana Osaki and Nana Komatsu (whom I'll refer to as Hachi to make things easier), we can see these behaviors manifesting with anyone they love.

Due to her abandonment trauma, when Nana feels love for someone this can bring out her worst side: possessiveness, selfishness, jealousy, and envy. Ren is Nana’s first love, and through him, she forms a special connection with music and be singer becomes her dream. However, Nana considers her dreams and her pride more important than anything else.

For Hachi, love is more idealized… she follows the ‘formula’: fall in love > date > get married > have children > happily ever after. But Hachi doesn't just idealize love, she also idealizes who she loves.

So I think that ‘love’ becomes a self-destructive emotion for both of them. When Nana feels abandoned by those she loves (Ren and Hachi < mainly this woman), she experiences mental gaps (forgets about what she done and what happen) and also hyperventilates. Nana briefly talks about her mental gaps when she remembers the memory of her mother left her behind in the snow (while wearing red heels, which Nana realizes may not be a reliable memory). Also, she and Ren have this toxic relationship with no perspective for future, which hurts them a lot.

Then… we have Hachi, who has an insatiable desire to be loved, and this becomes ‘the compass’ for all the bad decisions she’ll make throughout her journey. Groomed by an older man in high school, moves to Tokyo with many dreams and ends up getting cheated on, and meets Takumi. Well, you already know the rest. The problem with this Nana isn’t particularly in how she loves people; she can be selfish at times, but her love is genuine, she’s not the priority. Like Nana Osaki says she’s a ‘puppy’: you kick the puppy, it gets hurt, but then the puppy always comes back to you. Hachi’s problem is that she has no self-love, pride won't be a problem, she's able to see herself as the villain in any situation (even with Takumi).

The relationships between Ren and Nana, and Hachi and Takumi are toxic in different ways. We can see both Nanas struggling with the frustration of these relationships. Nana hurts her pride so she can have some control over Ren, but it doesn’t really work.

Nana: [You can't make people do what you want. Even if you cry... or shout... or cling to them.]

And even though Hachi tries to follow this 'formula', she can’t fill the emptiness inside her, living a life full of regrets.

Hachi: [It's like the jealousy of a woman who wasn't capable of being happy... Always acting on stage, alone, running in circles no matter what she did.]

Let’s get to the point: What happened in the bathtub? I’ll start with the numerous foreshadowings about self-harm and drowning in water. I've lost count of how many times Junko and Kyosuke talked about this:

Kyosuke: [That’s scary… she might even slit her wrists, who knows.]

Junko: [Girl... I was knocking so hard for so long. I was scared you’d slit your wrists with a razor blade! (I could see it all... Blood spurting out...)]

and there's more and more... let's skip

So for some reason, everyone is convinced that Hachi is going to cut her wrists because of a heartbreak, which never even crosses her mind lol, as we can see she had other plans:

Hachi: [That night... If Nana hadn’t been there for me... I would have thrown myself into the Tama river. I’m sure of that.]

The irony is… when it comes to representations of drowning or anything related to water, Nana is the focus. We have this scene in manga, and in anime opening, we see a lot of scenes of Nana drowning.

The bathtub is more symbolic between Nana and Ren; Ren was constantly using the bathtub to ‘drown in drugs’, Reira and Takumi seem aware of this. But again, the bathtub is also extremely symbolic between Nana and Hachi, we can see some intimate moments there. And of course, Ai Yazawa wants to make us freak out. When we are convinced that Nana is the one who got hurt in the bathtub, it relates back to Hachi when she talks to Miu:

Later in the ‘present’ timeline, we’ll also see Nobu worried about Hachi while se prepares a bath for him, but Hachi is someone who could be greatly affected by a possible suicide attempt from Nana. Nana also has that death pact with Ren, in last chapters, we can see that her situation it’s not good, she’s still clinging to love to live, in this case, holding on to Hachi. To be fair, Hachi is also in a terrible situation, she’s pregnant; her hormones are all over the place, and the postpartum it’s cruel.

But I don’t think Ai Yazawa would repeat what’s happened with Shin’s mother, although Hachi is very close to that role now; after all, no matter what others think, ‘I’m his mother’. The situation of Shin’s mother it’s a parallel to Hachi’s pregnancy at certain points, especially since Yazawa wants to keep the mystery of the baby’s paternity.

Anyway, Nana, all we know is that she disappeared and everyone thought she was dead, with rumors like ‘She died at sea’.

Nana: [Any place was fine with me… As long as I could see the sea. I can die whenever I want… As long as I know the sea’s nearby. I came here… Looking for a place to die. So why… am I still here?]

The only doubt in my mind is that the women of the Osaki family are naturally runaways. Nana could have simply run away from the start. But she’s still the strong candidate, since she mentions that Hachi saved her life and since BOTH are named Nana, I wouldn’t be surprised if Hachi was just a misleading clue all this time. Junko and Kyosuke calls Hachi for her name (Nana), but maybe I’m just overthinking.

Is getting long, so to wrap up, I want to talk about the meaning of the name Ren (蓮), especially since we have two characters named Ren in Nana. The lotus flower in Buddhism represents the belief in samsara, the cycle of birth, death, and rebirth. Also, is often seen as a symbol of purity because it rises and blooms beautifully above the muddy waters from which it grows. This imagery represents the idea of achieving spiritual purity despite difficult circumstances.

Nana’s Ren is dead, and given everything he represented to her, it’s entirely understandable that she feels lost. On the other hand, Hachi’s Ren has yet to be born, and it’ll likely be her greatest point of development. Although Nana seems strong enough to overcome anything, she’s not, while Hachi, who is seen as fragile, manages to persist through difficulties. It’s as if their roles initially invert: Hachi gains strength, and Nana weakens (I'm just making a comparison with the beginning of the story). Nana and Hachi continue to live with the hope that ‘Life is about getting knocked down over and over, but still getting up each time. If you keep getting up, you win’. This is something Nana learned from Ren and taught to Hachi. It’s simply beautiful how, despite everything, their love for each other is what keeps them strong, even when apart; love has become a form of healing for Nana and Hachi.

I've wanted to write about this for a while, now that I’ve read NANA 777 times, I can talk about it with more confidence hehe.

[kaibutsushidousha]

The Hundred Line gameplay footage from Tokyo Game Show

The original plan was to properly subtitle the video, but since the MTL plague seems to be already spreading, I guess I'll just post it as a script for a quicker release.

Takumi Sumino: Hm... Hmm...? W-where am I? (I woke up on a hard desk. My head is kinda hazy and slow...) A classroom? (Why am I here? Why was I sleeping on a desk? ...I can't remember much.) What was it... What happened before? (I moved my hazy head to check the classroom... and what I found were boys and girls hunching on their desks just like me.)

Eito Aozuki: Uh... Wh-what...?

Boy with penguin shirt: W-what the heck!? What's goin' on!?

--Tan girl: Who are you!? Where am I!?

Smallest boy: H-how... did I get here?

Takumi Sumino: (I've never seen any of these people before. The same seemed to apply to everyone. They exchanged wary gazes.)

Takemaru Yakushiji: Is this really a classroom? If it is, it's a really weird one.

Eito Aozuki: Does anyone know the name of this school?

Kako Tsukumo's brother: Hm, never seen it before.

Kako Tsukumo: Likewise.

Boy with penguin shirt: H-hey... Does anyone here know anything?

Takumi Sumino: (All in the classroom looked around and found no one willing to answer anything... That means none of us knows.)

Darumi Amemiya: Oh... Is this what I think it is? ...Oh, it is. Absolutely.

Tan girl: Oh... Do you have an idea?

Darumi Amemiya: I've been waiting for this! Hell! Kyohoho!

Tan girl: What are you laughing about!? I'm scared!

Boy with penguin shirt: I'll check the hallway...

Takumi Sumino: (One person made it to the classroom and tried to go to the hallway.)

Boy with penguin shirt: Huh? W-what the hell... The door won't move...

Takemaru Yakushiji: Huh!? Say what!?

Takumi Sumino: (Now another one made it to the window and tried to force the shutters open.)

Takemaru Yakushiji: Fuck! Why won't you open? Die!

Hiruko Shizuhara: Seems like we were locked in here.

Boy with penguin shirt: Uh... Locked... Aaaaaaah!? WHY!?

Takumi Sumino: W-what's going on? Why would anyone trap us? What caused... (Oh, right! I remembered it...)

Eito Aozuki: After fighting those monsters in the Tokyo Residential Complex, I was engulfed in a mysterious light...

Takumi Sumino: Ah...

Darumi Amemiya: True... I remember that. I transformed and fought the monsters.

Takemaru Yakushiji: Oh!? You lot fought'em too?

Takumi Sumino: Did everyone?

Smallest boy: Wait... So they were real? I assumed it was just me having a childish dream like the immature idiot I am.

Hiruko Shizuhara: I see. Everyone had the same experience. Which must mean... You all met that very cute mascot.

--Takumi Sumino: A cute mascot... (She means... him?) I wouldn't call him cute, but otherwise, yeah... that matches the description.

Eito Aozuki: Then would it be also him who brought us here?

Hiruko Shizuhara: Yes, it must have been the breathtakingly adorable mascot.

Tan girl: Huh? He's the one trapping us here!? What for!?

Darumi Amemiya: Kyohoho! Y'know, the obvious... Students of the same age waking up together in an unknown classroom they can't leave can only mean one thing: we're in for a death game! THE Killing Game is about to start in this school~!

Takumi Sumino: T-the Killing Game!?

Boy with penguin shirt: Why'd we have to kill each other!? I ain't killing anyone!

Darumi Amemiya: Yeaaah, found the first victim! That's totally a thing the first guy dead says!

Boy with penguin shirt: Stoooooooop!

Takumi Sumino: (And that's when it happened.)

[School chime]

Tan girl: Huh? W-what now?

Board screen: Self-introduction period. Introduce yourself to your future comrade-in-arms.

[Kodaka chooses Darumi]

Darumi Amemiya: Name's Darumi Amemiya... nice to meet you... Say, just between the two of us... Do you already know who you're after?

Takumi Sumino: What do you mean by "after"?

Darumi Amemiya: Your initial target in the Killing Game, duh. Just so you know, I don't mind if it's me. I mean, don't I look dumb? Like I'd fall for cheap bait? I sure as heck look like an easy kill!

Takumi Sumino: Hey... Do you seriously believe we're getting into a death game?

Darumi Amemiya: Uh, I do. Well, more hoping than believing. See... I always dreamed of being in a killing game. I've been a huge fan of the death game genre since I was really little...

Takumi Sumino: Yeah, but those are fictional. No one'd want to put their actual lives on the line.

--Darumi Amemiya: Eh? No, the real stakes make it all the better! I have no problems with dying. It'd be nice to take myself out of this depressing trash reality... I see nothing wrong with that...

Takumi Sumino: Huh?

Darumi Amemiya: Tell me... which side are you from? The side of who find only depression and disappointment in normal days? No, you'd understand me if you were. I'm so thankful that painful and suffocating normality, that sturdy as hell normally I thought would haunt me 'til the day I died, finally broke. Can't this death game start any sooner... Kyohohoho.

Takumi Sumino: (I was already expecting an eccentric mindset from her, but wow, she didn't say a thing I can come even close to relating to.)--

[Kodaka chooses Yakushiji]

Takemaru Yakushiji: I'm called Takemaru Yakushiji. Just a warning before anything. Stay away from me when I snap. I tend to punch the closest thing nearby before I look at what it is. I try to stop it, but I can't.

Takumi Sumino: (What the hell... That's messed up...)

Takemaru Yakushiji: So, you also fought those monsters, right? Meaning you also got your transformation?

Takumi Sumino: Transformation...? Oh... yeah, I did. Nothing I remember about it makes any sense, though...

Takemaru Yakushiji: That was some badass stuff! Did ya feel the same way?

Takumi Sumino: Huh?

Takemaru Yakushiji: I feel like I became the superhero I wanted to be as a kid! The power felt AWESOME!

Takumi Sumino: I see... That's one way to look at it.

Takemaru Yakushiji: Though... I'm still worried about the Tokyo Residential Complex. You saw the size of the damage?

Takumi Sumino: Yeah... Lots of people getting attacked...

Takemaru Yakushiji: Maybe... There's still people under the rubble... Lost kids searchin' for their families... Geezers who can't move too well... Fuck! I need to go save 'em! I can't afford to be stuck here!

Takumi Sumino: I can't really tell if he's a savage or a nice guy...

[Kodaka chooses Hiruko]

Hiruko Shizuhara: I'm Hiruko Shizuhara. ...

Takumi Sumino: (That's it? I feel like I need to talk to her more. She's calmer than anyone else here, so maybe she knows something.) Hey, I have a question.

Hiruko Shizuhara: I already told you my name is Hiruko Shizuhara.

Takumi Sumino: I got that part. It's not about that. I think we should talk some more.

Hiruko Shizuhara: Talk...?

Takumi Sumino: Didn't you... also fight those monsters? What do you think they are? Do you think there's more of them?

Hiruko Shizuhara: Don't know. ...

Takumi Sumino: Huh!? Done already?

Hiruko Shizuhara: Discussing what we don't understand is a waste of everyone's time. Where's your common sense?

Takumi Sumino: Yeah, but...

Hiruko Shizuhara: You're wasting time. Our conversation is over. ...

Takumi Sumino: (She turned 180 to face away from me... Guess she doesn't want to say anything more.)

[Kodaka chooses Eito]

Eito Aozuki: Well, ain't we in for a pickle. My bladder fills up when things go south. If things get worse, I might leak myself.

[School chime]

Board screen: All troops, line up and salute SIREI!

Takemaru Yakushiji: There you are, you freakin' toy!

Darumi Amemiya: Yahoo! I've been waiting for this trope! The eccentric mascot you find in every death game!

SIREI: C'mon... Toy? Trope? Can we cut short this train of slander? You people are going to get me depressed... And I can't blame you, my entrance was wholly plagiarized... Still, a respectable commander needs to prove his worth at the critical moments. And you got a respectable commander here, called SIREI! Nice to meet you!

[Cut to the operation room]

Darumi Amemiya: Here's Takumi! Takumi is here!

Takemaru Yakushiji: So you joinin' the fight?

Takumi Sumino: Yeah, that's what I decided. The more people, the better, right?

Hiruko Shizuhara: Only if you can prove yourself an asset.

SIREI: Great! I knew you'd come! Your commander had faith in you!

Takumi Sumino: Don't give me that "faith" shit... I'm only here because you threatened me...

SIREI: Threat... What threat? That was just a warning. Fighting is your only option if you want to protect what matters to you.

Takumi Sumino: Tell me what you mean by that already...

SIREI: I'll tell you when the battle is over! First, we must defend this academy! I'll give everyone a Hemoanima Blade, permanently this time. You use it the same way you did back in the Tokyo Residential Complex. Just one stab to the heart will fill you with divine power! This should let you bring a glorious victory to our prestigious Last Defense Academy! Activate your Hemoanima and hop on this launching platform. It'll dump all of you on the schoolyard.

Hiruko Shizuhara: Where we'll slaughter the enemies. Get it moving already.

Takemaru Yakushiji: Fine by me...! Bring it on...!

Darumi Amemiya: Kyohohoho! Let's give it everything we got!

Takumi Sumino: ... (It'll be fine. We can do it. I just have to do it the same way I did it in the Tokyo Residential Complex. Even I can handle that much.)

Karua Aimiya: It's fine, Takkun! I know you can do it! You can do anything!

Takumi Sumino: (Right...! I can do it...! I can do anything!)

SIREI: Now we move to the defensive battle! Bring all you have! If you lack power, bring also all you don't have! Kill them brutally, callously, tormentingly, thoroughly, and viscerally! Show time, it's a genocide party!

Takumi Sumino's tutorial screen

Takumi Sumino has an excellent balance between ATK and range. Also, Sumino's power enables Retries. Press the + button to restart a battle from the open menu.

Hiruko Shizuhara's tutorial screen

Hiruko Shizuhara has excellent ATK and gains additional ATK for the rest of the turn every time she kills an enemy. Try unleashing a powerful attack after you killed tons of lesser enemies!

Hiruko Shizuhara's first kill dialogue

Hiruko Shizuhara: These monsters are as ugly as the ones before, but their innards have a pretty color... I could get something beautiful out of splattering their guts and brains...

Takumi Sumino: Do you realize how freaky you sound?

Takemaru Yakushiji's tutorial screen

Takemaru Yakushiji has excellent mobility and DEF, and gains more Armor (temporary DEF) the further he moves. Try walking all over the battlefield and scatter lesser enemies along the way!

Darumi Amemiya's tutorial screen

Darumi Amemiya has excellent mid-ranged attacks. She swaps Skills between Normal and Fatigued moves, so try learning her more complex gimmicks!

Eito Aozuki's tutorial screen

Eito Aozuki gains a random buff (ATK+1, Armor+1, or Recover from Fatigue) after every action. Try prioritizing using him to let luck decide your fate!

[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

Sweet Dreams, My Love

Nanami Kento x Reader

Warning: Some spoilers of the Culling Games if my readers haven’t read/spoiled much of the manga.

You watched as Gojo unleashed his domain expansion with hundreds of civilians in close proximity. Your hand was over your mouth as you gasped. Within a blink of an eye, Gojo destroyed the transfigured humans around the civilians. The background blurred, you were in a tropical island. You noticed the three people in front of you: Maki, an older gentleman who you don’t recognize, and Nanami.

“Kento…” You looked around. Deep down, you know it wasn’t good. As beautiful as the surroundings were, your guard was up. Many large sea creatures with large and sharp teeth appeared, attacking all three of them. Tears formed in your eyes when Nanami was attacked.

“Kento!!”

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up!

You knew this scene well. You dreamt of it for the past couple of weeks. And every night, the scenes prolonged.

This time, you were in the subway. Your eyes widened at the stocky, one-eyed creature that appeared in front of Nanami. And before you know it, he was in flames.

You breathed heavily as you sat up. You were covered in sweat and tears. You covered your mouth, muffling the soft cries escaping your lips. You paid attention to the silence surrounding the bedroom. Your eyes widened.

“K-Kento…” You turned. His side of the bed was empty. You immediately stood up and ran out of the room. The apartment was empty with lights dimming the kitchen for him to see when he arrived home. You checked the time shown on the oven.

10:26PM.

You quickly walked back to your room and grabbed your phone. You immediately called him, disregarding any texts or calls you might’ve gotten. It only took a couple of rings for him to pick up.

“Sweetheart.” The sound of his voice brought you so much relief. Your body shook and your tears fell. Nanami was alarmed when he heard your soft sobs. “My love, what’s wrong? I’ll come home right now. I just finished talking to Ieiri-san and Gojo-san.”

“I-I—“. You held your phone tightly in your hands. You knew what to say but had no energy to explain.

“Was it the nightmare?” The louder sobs escaping your lips was enough confirmation for him. You never hid anything from your husband. “I just got in the car. Do you want me to stay on?”

“Please.”

You were a wildcard. Ever since you two met, he could never figure out what you were. You were just a normal human. Zero cursed energy. Yet the dreams didn’t add up to it. He never sensed any cursed energy while you were asleep. You were a mystery. A mystery that only he, Gojo, Geto, and Shoko knew about. Because deep down, he knew that you were truly powerful. Dreams of the past, present, and future. He doesn’t know anyone else that holds that ability.

“H-How did your day go?” you asked when you finally calmed down. You sat on the couch, sitting quietly to yourself in the dim home.

“The mission was good. I was with Takumi-kun and he is improving well,” Nanami answered. “How was your day, my love? I missed you.”

“I miss you, too, Kento. I just had my meeting and lots of paperwork,” you answered. “I met with Hana. We had dinner and a few drinks together. I brought you home some pasta. It’s really good. I had an eggplant parm. I brought you home chicken Cajun alfredo with a side of garlic bread. A-Are you hungry? I’ll go heat it up for you so it’s ready.”

“I would love that. Thank you, love.”

“Kento. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

There was destruction everywhere you went. So much blood. So many people dead. But there was only one person you had to find. One person to make sure that was okay. You watched Gojo become sealed. You let your tears fall more and more. The background changing to different scenes. You forced yourself to one scene. That was after you watched Nanami burn.

You were at a familiar area of Shibuya subway. You see the transfigured human attack. The sound of the familiar grunts of someone fighting.

“Kento!”

When you found him, you watched in horror yet relief. Half his body burnt. But he was still alive and fighting. The longer he fought, the aching pit in your stomach grew and grew. You don’t want to know why you were scared. Maybe because you already knew. Because in a blink of an eye, a man with long gray hair appeared in front of him. His finger pointing and touching Nanami’s chest. Nanami’s expression of exhaustion and defeat.

“Nanamin!”

You and Nanami turned around. A young boy with pink hair. You don’t recognize him. Maybe, just maybe, this can be avoided.

“Itadori-kun, you got it from here.”

“Kento!”

“Kento! No!” You thrashed in your sleep. Nanami held your arms as he shook you awake. He hated these dreams. They hurt you emotionally. He wished he could have them instead. That way, you never have to feel that pain.

“Sweetheart! Wake up!” he yelled. He called your name, but to no avail. All he could do was wait. It didn’t take very long. Maybe another minute until you finally opened your eyes. But he knew that it would feel like an eternity for you. An eternity of pain and misery in your nightmares.

You gasped loudly as if you had no air left in your lungs. Nanami backed away ever so slightly when your body shot up. He watched you observe your surroundings and when your eyes finally landed in him, you hugged him tightly. So tight that it almost hurt his body but he would never pull you away, especially in the state you’re in. So he gently lifted you up and placed you on his lap. You cried and cried and all he could do is let his heart break from the pain that you were experiencing instead of him.

“Please don’t leave me,” you said. “Please. Please don’t, Kento.”

“Sweetheart,” he said so softly. He hugged you tightly. The tight squeeze brought you back to the reality of the present. You two were here. He is alive. Holding you.

“You-You died,” you confessed. Your confession made him freeze. “You like, blew up. Your body transformed and blew up.”

“Sweetheart.”

“And this boy was just in distraught. And he was fighting the guy that killed you. And I just…I watched a girl around his age die too.” Nanami was silent. He remained patient, waiting for you to either continue to officially stop. You slightly pulled away from his embrace and looked at him. “Gojo was sealed in this gray box. G-Geto sealed him but it wasn’t Geto. A-And I was trying to find you. Half of your body was burned and you were fighting these transfigured humans. Then, this sinister person appeared out of nowhere. You didn’t even notice him, Kento! And the young boy with pink hair appeared. You told him that he got it from here and you exploded. And this Itadori pink haired guy was fighting this person until the young girl came. It was horrible, Kento.”

“Sweetheart, I’m going to call Gojo and I’m going to have him come over. This is serious, love.”

“I-I know. I just…I don’t want it to come true. And the thing is, it can come true.”

“Then, we’ll have to prepare ourselves, right?”

“I-I know Geto despises me but, we need to tell him too. If he dies, his body gets taken and used. And…I-I don’t want that to happen to him.” Nanami nodded. He softly kissed your forehead and embraced you tightly again.

“Okay, love.”

All Geto could do was laugh. He looked at you with disgust while Nanami and Gojo stood close by behind you.

“I am ashamed that I became close to you in the past,” Geto said.

“I can’t say the same myself,” you said. “But you should know that I’m telling you the truth.”

“How should I? What proof do you have that I’ll get killed and my body will be of use? Huh? And what? Everything that I worked for will be gone to waste?”

“Your two girls,” you said as you looked at the teenage girls behind him. “Ryomen Sukuna will kill them. Your girls tried to save you by making a deal with Sukuna. But he had to be an egoistical bastard that doesn’t like to be told what to do. When you’re killed, your body will be used by Kenjaku.”

“That means nothing to me.”

“Gojo was killed by Toji. Rika was shot in the head. Yuki spoke to you after Haibara’s death. That’s why you are who you are today.” You watched him falter ever so slightly. “I’m telling you this because I know you love the people around you, especially Nanako and Mimiko.” His eyes widened this time.

“H-How did—“

“I told you so, Geto-san. You may despise me. That’s fine. But you love them,” you said and turned around. You looked at Nanami with a small smile. “I have more information.”

“Wait.” The three of you turned to face Geto. “Let me in on it. I’ll be civil with you, monkey.” You felt Nanami’s grip on your hand tighten.

“That would be better. Your girls can come too.”

You explained it all. From when the dreams started when you and Nanami became an official couple, during the time he was a salary man, to now. Geto and the girls looked at you with worry.

“From everything I know with jujutsu and what Gojo and Kento told me about Sukuna and Kenjaku, it’s going to be bad. Not just Japan, but the whole world can be in danger.”

“When will this start?” Geto asked.

“Halloween, year 2018.” You reached into your purse and pulled out a sketchbook. You’ve only shown them to Nanami. So when you showed them to Gojo and Geto, they were in shock. “Mahito, Hanami, Jogo, and Dagon. This boy, Itadori Yuji, will become Sukuna’s vessel. So we need to collect those fingers immediately.”

“Tell me about these four,” Geto said.

“They talk and work together,” you simply said with a small shrug. “And crazy strong.”

“Special grades,” Gojo and Geto said.

“Gojo killed Hanami. Sukuna killed Jogo. Mahito killed Kento. Yuji defeated Mahito but Kenjaku absorbed him. Then modern sorcerers came about from Kenjaku. It’s—it’s a lot. So many people were killed. Both civilians and sorcerers. Kenjaku was killed and Gojo…” Tears filled your eyes again. “Sukuna managed to kill him. There’s so much that…that…” It was exhausting. You wrote down everything and tried to organize all of the information together. You were exhausted. Forcing yourself to sleep and go through everything that will occur.

“Geto-sama, this is a lot,” Nanako said.

“It is.”

“This human is trying to save us, too,” Mimiko added.

“It’s hard to believe that this can happen,” Geto said. His eyes met your determined yet fearful eyes. “I walked away for a reason. I’m supposed to be executed.” He then looked at Gojo.

“Those olde geezers don’t know what they’re talking about,” Gojo said. “We can’t let them know.”

“I know.”

“You could’ve said something about me,” you said. “Why haven’t you?” Geto was silent.

“You’re Nanami’s girl,” he said. “Monkey or sorcerer, I’m not that inhumane. We have to go. However…” Geto bashfully rubbed the back of his head. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” The three of you watched them leave. Nanami pulled you close to him. “Kento, I’m really tired.” Nanami gave you a soft smile.

“Let’s go,” he said then looked at Gojo. “Can you take over my shift?”

“Of course! Gives me an excuse to buy some goodies in Tokyo!”

You opened your eyes from the sunlight shining through the window. You were more tired than usual. You wondered if you were actually dreaming or not. You looked at the calendar that Nanami likes to keep by his night table.

“April 2020,” you said to yourself and flipped through the calendar. You stopped at September, a pink drawn circle on the blue inked 12th. Your hand automatically touched your stomach. You looked down and stared at the bump. The bedroom suddenly opened. Nanami looked at you with the softest smile that you couldn’t help but smile back, the sleepiness washing away. “Kento!”

“Good morning my love,” he said kissed you softly on the lips. You cupped his face. Your eyes wandered at his face and body. No burnt injuries. No injured eye. No death. He is here. “I have breakfast ready. Geto-san is having his girls get the place ready for the party.”

“P-Party?” Nanami chuckled.

“Silly girl. Is this what they call pregnancy brain? Your gender reveal. You gave the results to the girls. Gojo-san is getting the food. Geto-san is helping with decorations. Itadori-kun, Fushiguro-kun, and Kugisaki-san are getting the cake. Everyone else will arrive too.”

“It’s supposed to be a surprise party instead of a small one and I dreamt of this, huh?”

“Yes because you wanted a small party but the girls couldn’t help but throw you a huge party.” You smiled widely. “So act super surprised.”

“W-What happened on Halloween 2018?”

“We took Gojo’s team out for trick or treating,” Nanami answered.

“No mission?”

“Did you have a nightmare?” You shook your head and smiled.

“Kento, I love you.”

Nanami looked at you in your peaceful slumber. A smile formed on your face. It was the first time you ever smiled in your sleep. He chuckled and gently caressed your head. He leaned in and kissed your forehead softly.

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

[yuurei20]

Crowley Info Compilation part 17: Vil and Secrets

Crowley may have a vested interest in Pomefiore/the Fairest Queen over the others and, possibly, in Vil: when the seven statues are toppled during Halloween Crowley speaks of the flagrant disrespect overall at first, but the only one he comments on specifically is the fairest queen, saying, "The Fairest Queen's statue, lying prone like some common pauper?!"

Crowley has said that he loves "sparkly things like gems and precious metals!" and Vil will sometimes fill the area he is in with sparkles.

This may be related to why Crowley is stunned speechless upon seeing Vil at the start of Halloween (Vil: "As you should be").

Crowley is delighted by his own decision to put Vil in charge of production for the VDC after seeing the team rehearse.

Vil says, "But of course. What do you take me for?" and Crowley responds, "What I've always taken you for: a leading global talent--no, correction--the houswarden of Pomefiore, our campus' most historic and beautiful dorm."

Vil may be less inclined towards Crowley than Crowley is towards him: when Crowley tries to retire Malleus into the hall of fame in Book 2, Vil says the decision "reeks of some kind of unconscious bias," which he despises.

(Crowley might be fond of Spelldrive in general: he has a voice line about staying up late to watch it on TV.)

Crowley reacts dramatically in Book 2 when discussing Riddle's overblot, randomly yelling aloud and surprising Grim.

In an interview from the fanbook Twst composure Ozawa Takumi comments that Crowley is her favorite character and she loves his "play-acting," and I have never been able to get over it.

There is very clearly much going on with Crowley that we do not know, and the question of how much is "play-acting" and how much (if anything) is not is fascinating.

During Halloween, for example, Jade says, "Is there some reason (Crowley) wouldn't want the police sniffing around? A secret he doesn't want them to unearth, perhaps?"

And Crowley's secrets come up again in Book 4: when Azul is pretending to be hypnotized, Jamil asks him if he happens to know Crowley's secrets. Azul says that he does: he knows one thing that Crowley would never want others to learn.

Azul was not truly hypnotized at the time and may have been just making things up, but it is interesting that Jamil, at least, seems wholly convinced that Crowley is hiding something dire.

[zuuzuuberry]

Initial D Headcanons - What's their random/useless talent?

Project D!

Keisuke - He can solve a rubix cube. He used to never understand how people did it, but one of his friends in high school made fun of him because he couldn’t solve it. It then became his obsession for the next two weeks, and he’s now able to solve it in record time. 

Ryosuke - He can write with both his right and left hand, both separately and simultaneously,. Also really good at drawing organs, skeletons and different kinds of medical-related diagrams. They're always extremely accurate, and he can sketch the human skeleton in under 2 minutes. 

Takumi - He’s able to do the flower tongue fold. When he got bored, or zoned out as a kid he tended to fold his tongue differently subconsciously. Itsuki thinks it's both super cool and super gross. He can also wiggle his ears. He is also super good at crane games and has won Itsuki almost everything he’s wanted. 

Tomiguchi - Is an expert pen spinner. He learned how to spin pens a bunch of different ways, and you can often tell how he feels from how he’s spinning them. If he’s spinning them really fast or doing the endless spin, he’s nervous. If he's pushing it back and forth between his thumb and forefingers, he’s thinking really hard about something. He is also a GOD at dance dance revolution.

Kenta - He can burp the alphabet. He saw somebody do it in elementary school once and spent weeks learning how. Kenta also has pretty flexible fingers and can bend them back to touch his wrist. He used to have a habit of bending his fingers all the way to the back of his wrist, then hooking them underneath his bracelet and just leaving it there. It never bothered him but it freaked Keisuke so he stopped doing it. 

Matsumoto - He’s really good at untangling jewelry. Even the smallest knots he finds someway to undo. He’s also really good at juggling. His best is four things at once, but if you have him hold any two (nonfragile) objects, like a fruit or a water bottle, you’d likely come back and find him juggling with them. 

Fumihiro - SUPER good at shadow puppeting. Like he can make a bunch of different animals and objects, almost anything you give him. He’s also really good at catching flies for some reason. Like if he sees one buzzing nearby he can swipe it with startling accuracy, and he kills them on the first try every single time. 

Gas Station Gang!

Kenji - Really good at making balloon animals. He can make the most random animals in just a few seconds. He can also jump rope really well, and can do tricks with it, such as crossing his arms back and forth and hopping on one foot. Kenji is also super good at baton twirling. Catching it between his fingers, spinning it over his shoulders, everything. He never officially learned how, he just saw somebody do it once. Now whenever he has a somewhat long and cylindrical object in his hand, he will do small spins with it. 

Iketani - I can imagine him being able to make really good impressions of people. He used to practice the voices of people from his favorite TV show when he was younger, so it became a habit. He’s also REALLY good at whistling and can do a cartwheel. He has a pretty decent memory, which allows him to recognize the makes and models of so many different cars, as well as have a small fun fact about almost all of them. It also means he tends to memorize people's license plates when he gets bored at the gas station. Also he can moonwalk. 

Itsuki - He can hula hoop almost practically forever. Found out during a middle school PE class where he spent the entire time trying to teach Takumi how (he still doesn’t understand). He can peel oranges/tangerines with the peel still in one piece. He’s also really good with chopsticks, as his mom made him practice a lot when he was younger. He can replace them with almost anything (crayons, pencils, ex) and use them just fine. 

Bonus:

Bunta - He can make smoke rings. He used to show them to baby Takumi and it blew him AWAY. This kid was amazed. Bunta also has amazing hearing, despite his age. He complains about crickets and dripping faucets while he’s trying to sleep. 

[thedrotter]

i saw this trend and it reminded me of Yuuichi okay i had to do it ... featuring Yuuichi's heart on the back: for once they get along on the topic of mayonnaise

[aoitakumi8148]

[Left behind] 𝟘 of 𝟙.

...𝓗𝓮 𝓕𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓗𝓲𝓶, 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓣𝓸 𝓗𝓲𝓶 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮...

The world you showed me made me happy... It's slowly turning redder and redder ~ Where does love begin?

[probablygayattorneys]

No, there's no place like Layton.

[ashton-sano]

Food Wars! Shokugeki no Souma in: Having a Baker S/o

(Char. Involved: Sōma Yukihira, Akira Hayama, Erina Nakiri, Takumi Aldini)

Sōma Yukihira

-Same old Soma tbh

-Sees you as quite the worthy adversary whether or not you're better than he is

-Always the first one to try your dishes

“C’mon! Lemme have a taste, it looks so good!”

-Biggest supporter honestly 

-It doesn't make him any less likely to make you try his gross dishes though

“Oh don't be a scaredy cat, Just one bite!” 

-At least one food war per day honestly

      -Tiring, to say the least

-I'd like to think he has a sweet tooth so you being a baker is like heaven for him

“Everything is here. The cake is cooling in the fridge, The fondant is rolled and properly colored and the frosting is-'' I pause my listing as I realize the frosting isn't where I left it. “Huh?” Did I misplace it or something? “Could've sworn I left it right here.” I blink twice in an attempt to backtrack from when I had it. “Okay, so I remember grabbing the ingredients from the fridge, then setting them right here,” pointing to the counter as I pull a pout. “Then I brought out the stand mixer and began making it. Afterward, I turned away to put the mixer away but when I turned back I still remember seeing it.” I close my eyes in hopes that’ll jog my memory, “Then I ran to my room to get my molding knives and called Soma in to watch the Strawberry puree boiling.” Wait. I called Soma. “I came back and that's when I don't recall seeing it.” That bastard. “SOMA!” I yell throughout the dorm as I dash to his room in a fit of annoyance. As I made my way past several of my roommates, they each gave a fearful expression and made way for me to get by. I clutch the doorknob, slamming the door wide open as I catch the thief red-handed. He had the spoon halfway in his mouth as the frosting was mostly gone, eyes slightly dilating at my entrance. “Oh, Uh...Hey Y/n.” I glare at him, “Why are you eating my frosting.” He looks anywhere but my gaze as he lets out a nervous chuckle, “It looked good so I took a bit and then a bit turned into a spoonful, and well you see what happened.” I sigh, “Whatever, just know you’re making me dinner for the next month for that.” He smirks, “Why say that like it's a bad thing? I love making food for you, Y/n.” My heart warms at his sentiment, “Yeah yeah.” I make my way to close the door but stop just short to peek my head in, “However, do that again and I’ll make sure the only thing you can eat is frosting.” He drops his smile to replace it with worry at my threat, “Yes ma’am.” I close the door and shake my head, too touched to be truly mad. “He thought it was that good?” I let out a breathy laugh on my way back to the kitchen to remake it, “Stop making me want you to come back to steal my food you idiot.” 

Akira Hayama

-Very proud of you 

-However, he isn't very keen on showing it so you’ll have to be patient

-There are some things you add in that even he doesn't sniff out which is probably the only time he’ll get curious and ask about it

“Making something new? What crazy ingredient did you add this time, hm?”

-May act all mean but he is actually very excited when you come to let him try your food

         -Never call him out though, he’ll always deny it

- “This again? Still hard at work trying to perfect it, are you? Fine ill have a taste.”

-Don't let the facade fool you, he’d hate if you asked anyone else to try your food.

       -Can be a bit childish when it comes to that

“Is it too salty?” He smacks his lips a few times, taking in the flavor. “If anything it's a bit lumpy, kinda dry too.” I scrunch my face, “Odd. Could've sworn I kept the heat low enough. Guess I wasn't paying enough attention.” He tilts his head, “The flavors aren't bad though, honestly pretty perfect if you ask me.” I give a small smile, delighted by his praise. “Sorry to drag you all the way here for this Soma.” He gives a low chuckle, “No problem. I'm always down to taste test, especially your amazing food!” I grab the plate with the crumbs of the cake I had recently made and brought it to the sink, “You do not need to flatter me.” He shakes his head, “No flattery needed. You’re talented, nothing to sugar coat y’know.” I wasn't sure how to respond to such blatant compliments so I settled for a small lopsided grin.  “Thanks, that means a lot. Especially coming from the first seat of the council himself.” A light pink brushed his cheeks, “Now whos doing the flattering? It's nothing to brag about. I do have a lot I must improve on.” His ability to grow never ceases to surprise me, “You have quite the determined spirit, it's admirable.” 

“Yeah, I'm sure he's quite the guy.” 

We both turn to the voice that chimed in, “Ah, Akira, how's it going?” Soma inquires with his usual enthusiasm but the albino doesn't share the sentiment. “Fine. What's happening here?” I don't miss his dismissive tone as he turns himself to me. “Soma was just taste-testing a recent cake I was making.” He narrowed his eyes for a moment, “Well how's that going?” He asked but I'm certain he didn't really want the honest answer to that. “Still need some tweaking, but good overall.” He folds his arms, “Well I'm glad he's been of assistance. Now I think thats enough for today, it's getting late.” Its 6:30… Soma chirps up, “Well i gotta head out, needa prepare some stuff for tomorrow's food war, see ya’!” He waves as he leaves the room, and for a split second, you could see a glint of a smirk on Akira’s face.

“You’re such a jealous child.”

“Shut up.”

“You know I'm right.” He pulls me in, pressing a warm kiss to my forehead, “You don't need him to taste your food. I was here y’know.” I rest on his chest, “You never really seemed interested in tasting my food so I asked Soma since he wasn't busy.” He tightens his grip, “Don't do that again. Just come to me and ill give you feedback.” I give a knowing smile but don't comment on his obvious jealousy, “Well ill keep that in mind.”

Erina Nakiri

-A true sweetheart honestly

-Will 100% help you with your sweets and pastries as the loving girlfriend she is

-Baking dates every weekend is a must

 “Quite the variety you have! All this for just one night?”

-Takes a little more time to judge the taste since she does truly enjoy your food and doesn't want to miss any key flavors

       -Has to take a few tastes to actually take it in and not just judge with her god tongue and all that

“Wow, this is well made! The ganache you used brings a beautiful contrast to the moisture from the cake; well done my dear.”

-Basically, her and Hisako's relationship if they were dating; just very doting and sweet entanglement

 -Loves when you surprise her with your treats after/during a long day

      -Simply brightens her whole day

  (might be ooc)

    The kitchen brimmed with anticipation as I stood beside her as she flour-dusted the countertops, and the sweet scent of vanilla permeated the air. Today, she had invited me to step into her world, to experience the artistry she crafted every day.

I watched with admiration as Y/n effortlessly measured ingredients, their hands moving with precision and grace. Their culinary intuition was a marvel, as they expertly combined flavors and textures to create a symphony of tastes. The kitchen became their canvas, and I was fortunate enough to witness the strokes of their pure genius.

With every task that was to assigned me, Y/n’s patience and guidance enveloped me. They encouraged me to embrace the techniques, trust my instincts, and pour love into each step. Their professional expertise blended with unwavering belief in me, ignited a newfound passion within my heart.

As we worked side by side, I absorbed their knowledge like a sponge. They shared secrets and tricks, while their insights lifted my baking skills to new heights. The boundaries between teacher and student blurred, as our connection deepened and our shared love for the craft blossomed.

The oven hummed, the heat embracing our creations with warmth and anticipation. Together, we carefully placed our masterpieces inside, entrusting them to the alchemy of heat and time. The kitchen transformed into a sanctuary of hope and creativity, where dreams and flavors melded together.

As we waited for our creations to bake, Y/n's presence filled the room with an aura of confidence. They smiled,  eyes gleaming with pride and love. At that moment, I knew that this experience was not just about baking—it was a testament to the beautiful bond we shared.

As the aroma of freshly baked goods filled the air, we opened the oven with eager anticipation. The sight before us took my breath away—golden perfection, a testament to our collaboration and dedication. With a sense of accomplishment, we adorned our creations with delicate touches, transforming them into edible works of art.

Sitting at the table, forks in hand, we tasted the fruits of our labor. Each bite danced on my taste buds, an orchestra of flavors that sang of our love and shared passion. At that moment, I felt the warmth of Y/n’s presence, the fulfillment of our culinary journey, and the sweet taste of a love nurtured by the joy of creation.

Baking with Y/n was more than an adventure in the kitchen—it was a glimpse into her world, a celebration of her talent, and a reminder of the beautiful bond we shared. Together, we wove a tapestry of flavors and emotions, creating a lasting memory that would forever sweeten our lives.

Takumi Aldini

-A tad competitive 

-Will mellow out when you’re practicing your craft though

-Absolutely will stare hard at you (but do not point that out, he will blush and pout)

“N-No! I wasn't staring. I don't know what you’re talking about.”

-Please make him some, will be fussy if you don't let him have what you made

-Will always give you pointers though so never be afraid to ask

    -Especially loves it when you come up to him to ask; makes him feel all bubbly inside And a bit outside too. (Again, don't point it out. Tsun-Tsun.)

I carefully dusted the final touches of powdered sugar onto the delicate pastries, admiring the golden crust and the perfectly piped cream filling. My heart swelled with pride as I surveyed the display of my creations in the bakery. This was my passion, my art—the result of years of dedication and hard work.

Just as I was about to take a step back to fully appreciate the beauty before me, I felt a pair of arms wrapping around my waist. Takumi, my Italian chef boyfriend, nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

"Y/n, these look amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "But you know, there's something missing."

I turned my head to catch a glimpse of his mischievous smile. "Oh? And what might that be?"

He pouted playfully, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, you see, I've been craving your sweet treats all day. You can't just tempt me with these delectable pastries and not save a few for your beloved Italian chef."

I couldn't help but chuckle at his theatrics. Takumi had a way of tugging at my heartstrings with his charm and infectious enthusiasm for food.

"All right, all right," I relented, unable to resist his request. "I'll save a couple of pastries just for you. But you better be prepared to savor every bite, Takumi."

He grinned triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with delight. "That's what I like to hear, Y/n. You know just how to make me happy."

As I carefully set aside a small box of pastries reserved exclusively for him, I couldn't help but marvel at the power food had to bring us closer. Our shared love for culinary delights was a bond that we cherished—a language of flavors and textures that spoke volumes in our relationship.

And so, with a secret stash of pastries hidden away, I looked forward to the moment when Takumi would indulge in my sweet creations. Because in those moments, as he savored every bite, I knew that our connection was strengthened, and our love for each other grew sweeter, one dessert at a time.

(This is my first writing piece on this platform so it's not the best but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. Never hesitate to make a request and ill make time for it.)