#crybaby magazine

[unplugstar]

Melanie Martinez for Alternative Press, 2019 | ph by Melanie Martinez

[noyasmashing]

hii how are you doing? i was wondering if you could do bimbo!ushijima x smaller reader? i don’t have any specific kinks for this one you can choose ;)

I just want to PEG this man.

Wakatoshi appears to be the type who takes pride in being a top, and everyone believes him due to obvious reasons, especially his size compared to yours, which made it seem so plausible. However, when you two are alone, he transforms into your subby little baby who is unsure of what to do with his fat cock :((

Any time Wakatoshi attempts to top you, he’s crying. Despite you pointing out the significant size difference between the two of you, he just can’t do it. Suddenly, the expert control he usually possesses over his body evaporates, and he desperately pleads for you to regain control.

Oh, and let's not forget about his thighs. This man has dedicated his entire life to training them, resulting in their impressive size and muscularity. But when you eight inches deep inside him, his thighs tremble like a leaf. He tries his hardest to maintain composure and suppress his moans, but he fails miserably. The stoic face that graces Japan's magazines is now stained with tears. Wakatoshi is secretly a vulnerable, quivering crybaby when you fuck him.

His body is incredibly sensitive overall, especially his thighs. Just the slightest touch can make them shake uncontrollably. Imagine teasing him, not as a form of punishment, but solely because you want to witness his beefy thighs quivering under your touch as you leave hickeys on them.

However, his abs may be the most sensitive part of his body. He reflexively trembles and flinches when your hand grazes across them. Picture the expression on his face when you press your hand down on his stomach while thrusting into him. It's an overwhelming amount of stimulation all at once! But it could easily be the catalyst that pushes him over the edge...

He also craves to be babied, seeking comfort after a strenuous day of training. All he wants is a soothing, leisurely bath followed by the warmth of your embrace while he sits in your lap. It's endearing how he revels in being treated as the smaller one, his adorable pleas for your affection echoing softly, "Mommy, please understand, I know I'm heavy, but I truly need this, please, please, please." How can you resist granting his request when he asks so nicely? He's such a good slut for you. Make sure to shower him with attention and pamper him, before he cums in his pants from the attention <33

[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream on their wedding day.

AN: Yes I know how weddings usually happen in Korea and China but let me dream.

Mark Lee

Church wedding DEFINITELY A CHURCH WEDDING. I think that it'll be intimate with just a few guests. Like knit-tight friends and families. And definitely Johnny is his best man, he has to be! Mark's vows are so poetic and long AND he'll cry halfway when reading the vows. He won't be crying when you're walking down the aisle but the moment he's telling you his vows, his voice becomes shaky and tears will fall!! Also would smile nonstop, looking at you, and telling you that you look so beautiful!! He couldn't believe he's marrying you. 

Huang Renjun

A Garden wedding! He'll make sure that you two will have a wedding during spring or summer where the weather is sunny and the flowers are blooming!! It'll be an intimate wedding too and I feel like he doesn't have a best man (he loves Dreamies equally.) He'll be the type to cry \during the first look, seeing how beautiful you are in your wedding gown. He'll be surprised, as if you took his breathe away. But I feel like there's still a touch of the chinese tradition in his wedding, so I think it's a bit mix-cultural wedding too. 

Lee Jeno

Oh it's a simple indoor wedding, but the designs are just extravagant because you know, he still wants what you want, and he's just there going with the flow with the wedding planning. Jaemin as his best man, end of debate. Probably has a color motif for your wedding AND the prenup wedding shoot was something else. It looks like straight out of a magazine and it's displayed outside the venue halls. You two are hot and so in love. Probably won't cry, would let out a laugh because its YOU who's crying in your wedding with him. (I mean who doesn't that's Lee Jeno WTF.) But would be the most comforting groom ever!!

Lee Donghyuck

HAECHAN WILL BE HAVING A BEACH WEDDING. It should be a beach wedding!!! His tan skin perfectly kissed by the sun. It'll be a non-traditional wedding that's exclusive too! Probably has Taeyong to officiate the wedding (Im not kidding with this one) and Mark as his best man. His wedding would be fun but it gets dramatic when it's time for the vows because Haechan started crying before he could even talk! You two were a bunch of crybabies during the exchange of vows. Also you two kissed while the sun was setting. So romantic omg.

Na Jaemin

Extravagant, and grand wedding. Imagine Hyun Bin and Son Yejin's wedding, I feel like that's what Jaemin's wedding is. But despite the grand wedding, there's only a few guests, so its very exclusive too. The wedding prenup shoot was also breath-taking. When you walked onto the aisle, Jaemin would be in daze, mouthing "Wow" when he sees you even though you're covered in veil. He'll be smiling widely that the NCT members are teasing him for looking like a love fool. When you reached the aisle, he'll whisper "I love you." to you. 

Zhong Chenle

Just like Jaemin, Chenle will have an extravagant and grand wedding too. It's just going to be huge wedding that's going to be the talk of the town, for the sole purpose that his parents invited A LOT OF PEOPLE (imagine the wedding in Crazy Rich Asians.) But what matters is that he's marrying you. There won't be a lot of crying because you two would constantly tease other, especially during the vows! It'll be filled with laughter and teasing, just two idiots in love with each other. 

Park Jisung

An indoor wedding too! It'll be cute and motif in pastels, so it's very innocent-like and is filled with flowers. An intimate wedding too, so only a few guests. Jisung would be a MESS, he'll be nervous thinking about getting married to you, that his hyungs has to convinced him that everything will be fine. That's why when you reached the end of the aisle, he'll be crying mess already!! You'll be worried but he assures you that he's fine, he'll unknowingly slipped that he's happy today because you two are getting married!! :<

[xzaddyzanakinx]

| Crybaby | part one

Mean Punk/Grunge Anakin x Naive Femme Reader

18+ MDNI

Warnings: demeaning comments, crude behavior, aggression toward reader, death mentioned, hurt/no comfort

Info: Anakin is an ass, like no joke he’s really mean. Pierced and tatted Ani, he plays the drums, annoying rude neighbor, modern AU (90’s), he might be mean now but I promise he will get better (probably)

NOT PROOFREAD

I based this bot on the concept of mean drummer Anakin, idk y’all he’s just so yummy to me and I had to write about him.

It had been about three days since your arrival to Bespin Drive, you’d settled in nicely, no lost boxes and no broken plates. Your home was tiny and perfect and all yours, tucked away at the end of a cul-de-sac.

All your neighbors seemed kind, at least the ones you’d met when you decided to make a good impression by bringing around fresh baked cookies to the houses around the circle.

There was one neighbor you hadn’t gotten to meet yet, the one you were hoping to catch leaving his house any moment now. As luck would have it, you saw him when you looked up from your book, after being startled at the loud clang of a screen door swinging shut.

It was then that you were finally able to take in his appearance, the grungey charm of his tattoos and piercings, the energy he exuded. You’d never seen someone like him in real life, only in magazines and the album covers of CD’s you’d never buy.

Spiked hair with a blue streak, chunky metal hoops in his cartilage, a giant slab of obsidian tucked into his stretched earlobes. Snake bite lip piercings paired with one in his eyebrow and two studs in each nostril, along with a dangling hoop in his septum.

He wore baggy jeans with a thick chain and scuffed shoes, an oversized band shirt and several leather studded bracelets paired with chunky sliver rings. He was attractive, a little unconventional, but attractive all the same.

He was the kind of guy your parents would ground you for bringing home, even if only as a friend. But you weren’t like your parents, you didn’t know a stranger, after all a stranger was just a friend you hadn’t met yet and this boy was no different.

“Hi!” You jumped up and tossed your book aside, bounding down your porch steps toward him.

Anakin arched an eyebrow skeptically at your outburst, his default response was to assume the worst in people. However, your genuine smile and the way you unabashedly made your way over stirred something deep within him.

He grumbled under his breath, trying to decide if this interaction would be worth the effort of walking over to you. With a puff of annoyance, he pushed himself off the side of his car where he had just ignited a cigarette and walked towards you, his steps heavy. He came to a stop a few feet away, crossing his arms as he peered down at you.

“Hey.” He responded simply, gesturing to your house with his cigarette, “you know the guy who lived there died in the kitchen.”

“He what?” You gasped, looking back at your front door in shock.

“Yeah.” He sucked air through his teeth, “you’ve never heard the noises at night?”

“Noises?” You squeaked.

“Mhm.” He flicked his ashes at the ground with a smirk. “Supposedly you can still hear his raspy breathing if you listen closely.“

You shook your head vigorously, backing up. “Wait, but the realtor never-“

“I’m joking.” He snickered, “it’s a joke you’re supposed to laugh.”

“Oh… um.” You smiled nervously thinking maybe you were making a mistake in trying to speak to him.

He was testing you, trying to gauge your reactions and responses, getting a laugh out of his little game.

“Cigarette?” He offered, tipping the soft pack and lighter toward you.

“I don’t smoke.” You said quietly, feeling a bit out of your comfort zone.

“I could’ve guessed.” He snickered.

“What do you mean by that?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“I mean, you look like a prude.” His face devoid of all emotion.

The color drained from your cheeks and your palms began to sweat. You were already nervous to begin with, but seeing as how he was so abrasive, you were unsure of what to say or do next.

“That wasn’t very nice.” You mumbled.

Deciding it was best to let it roll off your back, you knew very well what stereotype you fell into. You’d had your fair share of catcalls and crude remarks toward your clothes and body shape. Even without having met someone like him before, you’d seen enough movies and TV to know that people who look like you are often mean to those who look like him.

Maybe he was worried you were trying to make fun of him?

“Um. So anyway,” you introduced yourself, holding out your hand for him to shake, “what’s your name?”

"You sure seem persistent," he muttered, his tone tinged with a mix of irritation and mild intrigue.

“I’m not interested in making friends with someone like you.” He sneered, knocking your outstretched hand out of the way.

The words may have been harsh, but his eyes betrayed him with flicker of something resembling guilt. Maybe it was your naive nature, but you couldn't help but think he just needed some coaxing. Even so, his words still hurt your feelings and you weren’t very good at hiding it. Your smile faltered a bit while he spoke and by the end of his sentence your lips were in a full frown.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you?” Your tone made him unsure if it was a question or a statement.

“Offend me?” He barked out a laugh, ducking his head into his shoulders.

“I mean- I just…” Wringing your hands you shifted from foot to foot.

This was going badly, so badly. This wasn’t how you’d planned this conversation to go, this was supposed to be friendly, this was supposed to be a fun little meeting. Your eyes felt prickly as though you might cry.

As he saw your smile falter into a frown, a pang of frustration shot through Anakin's chest. He wasn't immune to the pain he caused, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise.

Anakin's tough facade wavered just for a moment as he saw the hurt in your eyes. He cursed under his breath, feeling a bit of remorse. His stubbornness made it difficult for him to apologize for his harsh words.

“What?” He asked aggressively, putting that rough exterior shell back up.

“Look I’m sorry, I just- I’m new here and-“ he cut you off.

“And you thought what? That you’d sucker me into being your little toy?”

“My toy?” You whispered, so confused.

“You know exactly what I mean.” He snapped, “I know you, I know what you’re trying to do.”

He grumbled, his voice softer than before. "I don't need anyone pitying me."

His statement, though defensive, had a touch of vulnerability behind it. The way he continued to hold your gaze showed that despite his resistance, he couldn't completely dismiss the fact that you intrigued him. No one stuck around this long after he’d shown his ass like this.

“I’m sorry if I gave you a reason to think… anything like that.” You sniffled, “I wasn’t trying- I just, I’m sorry.”

“Oh my god.” He groaned, tipping his head back as he chuckled, “Did I hurt your feelings?”

“Y-yes.” You mumbled, turning on your heel to return to your porch after seeing his bottom lip stuck in a mocking pout.

“Crybaby.” He grumbled, kicking a rock in your direction, it bounced off the concrete of your walkway and grazed your ankle.

You hissed in pain, bringing your foot up to examine, seeing a tiny little nick and minuscule droplet of blood. You stomped up your steps and grabbed the Saran Wrapped plate of cookies meant for Anakin and promptly made your way back over to him.

Anakin was conflicted and it was clearly written all over his face, he felt bad, guilty even. He might’ve contemplated apologizing for real if you hadn’t done what you did next.

“I made these for you.” Your voice cracked as you held out the plate for him to take.

Just as he reached out, eyebrows furrowed and mouth poised to respond, you dropped the plate onto the grass and crushed them beneath your foot.

“Oh so not only are you fucking crybaby you’re a spoiled little brat too?” He shouted, scooping up the plate and tossing it in your general direction.

Anakin stood there, watching as you retreated into your house, his heart sinking with a confusing mix of regret and frustration. He muttered to himself, a curse directed at his unnecessary jab at your vulnerability.

Regret in his eyes as he turned away, heading back to his own place. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he had pushed you to much. Images of the interaction flashed in his mind, he didn’t know what caused him to react so harshly. Yeah he was always an ass, he wasn’t known for his hospitality or his stellar people skills, but he wasn’t one to be outright cruel.

He ran his fingers through his gelled hair in frustration, letting out a deep sigh. Anakin lit up another Marlboro cigarette, taking a long drag as he stared at the flame of the lighter. The smoke curled around his fingers, as he watched the smoke dissipate into the air, his feet moved of their own volition.

He found himself on your porch steps, collecting up the mess he’d made. Crumbled cookies scraped off the wooden steps with his bare hands while his cigarette hung precariously from his lips. Unbeknownst to him, you watched his every move from the comfort of your living room window.

What was his deal?

That unfortunate encounter had occurred weeks ago, the days now fading into the heat of summer. Anakin wasn’t as hostile anymore, but he wasn’t making an attempt to be friendly either.

He waved if you did first, he nodded if you said hello, he even dropped off a package of yours that had been wrongly delivered to his address - AND - had spoken to you when he brought it over.

Not to mention the time he shouted your name to catch your attention on your way out for an afternoon walk, it was surprising enough that he initiated an encounter. But even more shocking when you saw that he had people over, and not just any people. His band-mates stood there along side him and shot you a friendly smile and wave with Anakin.

You had found yourself mulling over each interaction for hours and sometimes days after they happened. Analyzing every word or lack thereof in hopes to pick apart his human hermit crab shell.

Teaser for the next part:

As the day went on you got yourself ready. A friend from one of your college classes was due to pick you up anytime now. The guy was nice enough to invite you out to go bowling with a group of his friends, knowing you were new and that you didn’t have a solid friend group yet. You were appreciative of the gesture, despite your bubbly personality you found it difficult to keep a steady friendship, it seemed that people took advantage of your naivety, your kindness.

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[depravitymoon]

Yandere Sex Pistols (and Mista) x Y/N Headcanons

((A/N: I read that the pic below is official art. If it's not, please let me know the original creator so I can credit them.))

So! I have a theory that each sex pistol represents Mista's personality, because I have noticed that 1, 3, and 5 act in ways Mista does. 1 is a fearless fight, 3 is an asshole, and 5 is a crybaby, all traits Mista has shown. Hence, what if darling’s a stand user and the Sex Pistols represent different aspects of Yandere Mista? How would they interact with you?

1 - The most assertive of the 6 and sees himself as the leader. He acts the most like (normal) Mista. You like talking to him the most because he acts like a normal person without being a person.

2 - Making very inappriopate comments about you and insisting it's a compliment. Very obsessed with you, especially your body. He tells you what's in fashion magazines for you to wear and is unashamed when he suggests under garments.

3 - A massive piece of shit. The type to say he's 'playing around' when he says/does something awful like talk shit about your loved ones. He will attempt to sabotage things to manipulate you into only caring for Mista (and him, of course). 

5 - The cutest and sweetest. He's your favorite, but you can't say that. He's the most normal and the most worried about you being a victim of Mista’s insanity. Unlike the others, he's actually concerned when you cry instead of just manipulating you.

6 - The soft yandere. Very protective of you and first one to suggest murdering people who piss you off. Hopefully you take him seriously and calm him down, because he will suggest this to Mista. 

7 - The one who has shower thoughts. He will definitely ask about human flesh. You will never be bored with this one, because he'll make you wonder if Mista's on drugs.

[yuurei20]

Dialogue Comparison, EN vs JP: Subject Pronouns

It is not uncommon for subject pronouns like I, you, etc., to be dropped from a sentence when you are speaking in Japanese, but English often requires them in order to make sense, which means JP->EN translators have to be extra careful: they're inventing words that don't exist in the source material, and if they get it wrong, they can completely change what is being said.

There was a great example of this in the Tsumsted 2 event where Ace and Deuce return from their tsum-based adventure and Ace says, "Just finished taking the tsum for a walk."

This is almost a literal translation of the original Japanese line, which also does not specify who, exactly, was out with the tsum, because it isn't necessary. From context we know it was Ace and Deuce without him needing to specify.

This is what a lot of sentences are like in Japanese!

Pronouns are also where a lot of changes to the game turn up on EN: In a conversation about when he was a child, for example, Jamil does not actually say that he and Kalim have both attended elementary school.

Jamil was talking about himself, so while there was no subject in his sentence, we know he meant himself. This is further confirmed in Kalim's birthday vignette, where we learn he has only ever been homeschooled.

A similar mistake was made during Spectral Soiree:

Rook introduces Sebek as the subject of a conversation, and EN accurately added "he" to Trey's response, even though he is technically not saying it.

In his following line, however, EN changed Trey's subject to "I," having him say that he was "making fun of Deuce for being a crybaby."

Not only did we see Sebek--and not Trey--mocking Deuce for crying earlier in the event, but Trey even tells Sebek to leave Deuce alone. If you thought it was strange for Trey to make fun of a possessed and crying Deuce, you are correct!

This was a mistranslation--is not something that he did.

In Book 1 "we" was added to Ruggie's line after he wakes up Leona for supplementary lessons, insinuating that both he and Leona need to be taking after-school classes.

But Leona is taking those lessons to compensate for poor attendance, and in the original game it is never insinuated that Ruggie is taking supplementary lessons at all, for poor attendance or otherwise.

A similar issue arises during a chat between Rook and Vil, where Vil tells Rook that he should be working harder as vice-housewarden.

Vil does not specify "you" or "Rook" in his dialogue but we know he means Rook and not himself, as Rook is who they are discussing. There is also the speech bubble, which is pointing at Vil!

But the subject "I" was added instead of "you," so EN-Vil is promising to work harder as vice-housewarden.

Vil is caught up in another subject miscommunication in Jade's dorm vignette, where Jade mentions seeing a note that Vil left in a magazine.

Jade does not specify Vil in his original line and the sentence was written (on EN) as if Vil was the one saying it ("I recall leaving a note,") but it is Jade who is speaking. As a result, it sounds like EN-Jade was the one who left the note.

In Book 6 there is a line where Ortho goes out of his way to specify "he," in quotation marks, as he references dead-Ortho while intentionally not invoking him by name.

This was changed on EN to, "original Ortho."

Cater has a voice line that was rewritten from asking if the prefect would like to try on his clothes to saying that he should wear them more often himself, but this might have been an intentional change by Aniplex USA rather than pronoun confusion.

Lastly, for voice lines, Crowley was removed from Ace's complaints on EN, while the prefect was removed from Trey and Cater's lines about going out to lunch!

It is not clear if these were mistakes or intentional changes.

[moominsuki]

✎ᝰ SHINICHIRO SANO ; — in every single lifetime, it would always be you.

࿄ ! warnings — major spoilers for tokyo rev manga!! depression, angsty themes, but cute and sweet at the end. / note. i love shin so much.

before shinichiro was able to leap through time, his life being shit was merely a pathetic understatement. with his youngest brother practically unresponsive, the rest of his immediate family passing on and of course, the pushing away of his close friends, he was lonely. whatever words could be to describe an empty bitter loneliness could describe shinichiro sano.

shinichiro was moping around his bike shop as per usual when he wasn’t watching mikey; barely fixing the runes of his dusted old bikes when wakasa and you come in, arms looped in with each other. it was inevitable, you and wakasa being together even though shin had known you for longer. it was somewhat laughable - a cruel joke that shin sometimes thought and dream of having the chance to be with you, to hold you and to love you. but right now, he’s barely a shell of a human being and well, you’re you: gorgeous, kind, beautiful, funny: everything that he’s ever wanted. there’s no way you would’ve passed up the chance to date his friend, who was the exact antithesis of shinichiro. it’s why wakasa is so popular with the ladies and shin has had dates with himself, the four walls of his bedroom and his playboy magazines to pass the painful passage of time.

“hey, shin. just seeing how you’re holding up. you don’t look so good,” you say to him, through a pity-filled smile. shin feels like puking and kissing you at all once at the fact you care and think about him but wakasa slices through and shoves his friend in jest.

“you need to take care of yourself, shin. y/n was kind enough to make you something to eat since you’re basically starving yourself,” scolds wakasa, with y/n chastising wakasa for being ‘too harsh’ - all the while shin rolls his deep sunken eyes.

“yeah… yeah, thanks. thanks y/n, you didn’t have to do this,” replies shinichiro, taking the lunchbox and your fingers brush a little and shinichiro inhales a little at the touch.

“well, we’re gonna head off. got a date downtown. i’ll be back to check on ya, though, so don’t kill yourself in the process,” yells wakasa as he grabs y/n’s hand and exits and you turn to say a hasty goodbye.

“bye, shin! see you later! take care of yourself!”

ding.

just shin and his lonesome self. what he wouldn’t give to be able to live a normal life where mikey was fine, his family was okay and you were by his side. what if, huh?

ᝰᝰᝰᝰᝰ

the moment he realised that his family were okay was akin to a miracle to him. he almost collapsed at the sight of mikey running around the living room, like how a 9 year old should.

“shin? why are you crying?” asks mikey and shin couldn’t articulate himself if he tried.

“he’s been hysterical all day,” says their grandfather and they all sigh at their not so little and much older crybaby brother.

“yeah, well, you should clean yourself up. the gang are coming down to the shop today. they’d call you a pussy if they saw you like this,” says mikey plainly and emma slaps him across the head for being so crude.

shinichiro, after a powernap, wet tissues and soggy hugs, heads down to his bike shop. sanzu is there, along with wakasa and benkei and a few other kids. he hasn’t felt this happy - this lucky in a long time.

ding.

“oi, y/n, no girls allowed!” yells a young sanzu and y/n scrunches her face at him and brushes at the boy’s hair. shinichiro’s head shoots up at your name and you’re… still everything that he’s ever wanted just from looking at you in your cute little sundress. you’re just as gorgeous as he remembered. just as kind too. you’re even nice with the brutish kids who linger around his shop like a magnet.

“you’re so cute when you try to be all scary, sanzu. but, i guess you don’t want what i cooked for you,” you sigh, all fake-sad and sanzu and draken jump up at the prospect of food.

“you shouldn’t spoil them so much, y/n. you’re making them soft like shin does,” wakasa points out in a disappointed tone but he jumps to fight the kids for the plate of food. shin comes over to the group standing by the front desk of his shop and you jokingly punch wakasa and to shin, it’s a little strange. why aren’t you all over him? aren’t you both dating?

“and that’s why they like shin more than you. me included,” you wink and you make eye contact with shinichiro as you say this and a striking grin takes over your face. shin doesn’t think he’s seen you so bright and excited to see anyone… to see him?

“you’re not gonna say hello to me?” you pout, skipping over to a dungaree-clad shinichiro and shinichiro rubs his sweaty greasy hands on the denim sitting on his legs.

“hey, y/n.” he says tentatively, like he’s trying to test the waters but this just causes your pout to deepen and shin has the urge to kiss it right off your face.

“what’s up with you today?” you ask curiously, jumping over to circle your arms around shin’s neck and mikey pipes up, with his face stuffed with food:

“he’s been acting like a weirdo and crying all day. but at least he’s not kissing all over your face like he always does in front of us. yuck,” shudders his younger brother and shinichiro’s eyes widen like saucers at his words. he’s already stiff at you touching him so casually but mikey confirms, in his own roundabout way, what the nature of your relationship with shin is-

“i would gladly kiss all over your face if you want, mikey, no need to be jealous of shinny,” you laugh, breaking shinichiro out of the ongoing battle in his mind and the young boys yell out in disgust and indignance but shin is still staring at you in disbelief. amongst all the noise, you look at him again and place a hand on his cheek and he leans subconsciously into your soft touch.

“you good, baby? you wanna go somewhere private?” you whisper to him and shin tests the waters by pulling you close by the waist.

“n-no, it’s just… you look beautiful today. have i told you that before?” shin asks and to you, he’s just being complimentary and silly but he’s genuinely asking - he wants to know how good he is to you. if he treats you like the princess you are.

“i think you’ve told me a few times,” you giggle and you pull his face down with both your hands to kiss his nose and he lets you kiss him all over his face till he emotionally can’t take it anymore, wrapping his arms around you and presses his lips deeply onto yours.

kissing you feels exactly like how he expected it - to you, this was one of many kisses you’ve had together but it was shinichiro’s first time kissing - not just anyone, but you. you taste of your pear and apple chapstick and you smell exactly how you did the last night he saw you.

tears run down his face before he can stop them and you pull back when you feel streams of salty tears hit your cheeks and you softly tap your own face then his before looking at your boyfriend all quizzical and somewhat accusatory.

“shinny? what’s with you today? is there something i should know? did you cheat on me?” you spitfire at him in a mix of shock and worry and shinichiro shakes his head fiercely.

“fuck, no, of course not, would never - it’s just-just that ‘m so lucky to have you. don’ deserve you,” he grunts, sniffling a little and you smile but raise a brow.

“where’s all this coming from? are you sure you didn’t do anything?”

“would kill myself if i did,” and you laugh at the earnest honesty in his words and he pulls you in, kissing all over you face - holding you so tight he’s afraid this might be a dream.

“he’s crying again,” laughs inupi and the young boys look at the couple with comical disgust.

“keep that shit away from us when we’re trying to eat,” grumbles wakasa and you stick your tongue at them and turn to face shinichiro again and you bonk his head slightly with your own.

“you sure you’re okay?” you make sure to ask at least one more time, knowing how dramatic your boyfriend could be. if only you knew what was really going in his head. but you didn’t need to. not when he already has you now.

“promise. just - stay with me… today? please?” shinichiro pleads. stay with me forever. you pretend to contemplate, tapping a finger on your chin before nodding and looking at him with so much love he can’t believe it’s reserved for only him.

“can never say no to you,” you kiss into the corner of his mouth and shinichiro takes you by the hand to where he was working originally before you gracefully torpedoed into his new found life.

as you plop yourself into his lap and point out the motor he was working, smiling proudly at your boyfriend, shinichiro knew that if there was another world, another existence, another lifetime; that he would still find his way back to you every time.

࿄ ! — all rights reserved © moominsuki. please do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend my work outside of tumblr. this is strictly prohibited.

[misforgotten2]

Little is known about the WWII US Marines' Pee-Wee Company comprised of 12 to 15 year old volunteers because of what became known as The Crybaby Disaster.

Parents Magazine - May 1944

[godhandler]

How Was Noritoshi Kamo Found To Have Blood Manipulation? 

[ 860+ words  |  part of Obeisance to The Arrow Universe  |  fluff, angst, canon-compliant  |  tw: adultery, misogyny, blood, Kamo sr. is a fuckwad]

Who was Ms. Kanagusuku? For starters, she was a bold spirit who left her little backwater village after high school for the spicy flashy metro city life. She was then the tired waitress who locked eyes with the handsome older man at his event (said event being the 100 Day Celebration of his son). A number on a napkin, a meeting in a bar, a walk along the river that carried the same name as that gentleman- Kamo. She was the young homewrecker whose guilt melted as his unhesitant lips warmed her neck, her fingers twined around the strands of his long hair. She was the dumb fucking clown who believed him when he said, “My wife? Don’t even take her name, she’ll never understand me the way you do” and “You’re different, sweetheart, you’re the only one for me. I’ll leave her the second I can” and “You don’t want to get involved with my family, it’s too complicated there” and “Keep the baby, my darling, we’ll raise him together, we’ll get married and be a happy family.”

Not like any of that happened. But that was all years ago. Right now, Ms. Kanagusuku is a damsel who stubbed her toe and is writhing in pain on the kitchen floor. 

I know this is all karma for what I did, but isn’t it getting a bit too much? 

“Mama?” Noritoshi’s voice calls out from the living room. “Are you okay?”

At least, at the very least, I’ve still got my son.

Her bright-eyed and soft-cheeked little boy doesn’t wait for her to reply as he comes running to her, eyes widening when he notices her like that. Her broken toenail is bleeding all over.

“Mama, you’re hurt!” He’s almost in tears, poor child, as he softly picks up her hand in both of his and kisses it, exactly the way she does to him when he gets a boo-boo. He doesn’t know how to help other than that. “Mama, Mama, it’s ok.” He’s distraught, sniffing his tears in. “Just fix your blood, okay?”

Fix my blood? “I’m fine, baby. I just shouted because I was surprised, it doesn’t actually hurt.” Ms. Kanagusuku lies. “I’ll bandage it now, don’t worry.”

Noritoshi shakes his head. “Fix your blood first, Mama. You’re so red everywhere.” He chokes back a sob.

“How do you fix blood, son?” His father’s voice drawls lazily. For someone who promised to give her the moon, he hasn’t even put down his magazine to help her up. “Go wash the blood off, you’re scaring him.”

“I can’t fucking walk.”

“God!” Kamo slams the magazine down, having to help her stumble into the bathroom. “Don’t curse in front of him!”

Little Noritoshi is still sniffling when his dad picks him up. However harsh he is to his mistress, he’s always been a good father. That, and the fact that Kamo pays for everything, is the only reason, Ms. Kanagusuku tells herself as she washes the blood off her foot with a wince, that she tolerates the way he acts towards her. 

“Toshi, when you grow up don’t be a crybaby like your mother, alright?” His dad doesn’t come by often, only about twice a week around dinner time, and is always gone by the time he’s awake the next morning. Even though he’s worried sick about his mother’s leg, it’s nice to be held up like this. “Ah, I forgot,” Kamo laughs. “How do you fix blood, huh, silly boy?”

“You pull it back in so it's not bloody anymore.”

Kamo freezes. Ms. Kanagusuku, clouded in her own pain, misses the moment when Noritoshi’s life tips over.

"Can you do that?"

"Papa?"

“You can pull your blood in?”

“Yeah, Papa.”

Kamo Sr. runs to get a sewing needle, dips it in his beer, and sticks it into his son’s trembling fingertip. If he flinches because the needle went deeper than he thought, Kamo ignores it. Noritoshi’s blood drips down his finger like tears.

“Show me that you can fix it.” It’s a command but his father’s voice is light. The child is scared of things he doesn’t understand yet. 

Yet he obeys. He scrunches his eyes shut tight and wishes really really hard that his wound gets fixed. What he does, subconsciously, is manipulate the leaked blood back into his veins and increase the platelet count to seal the injury. When he opens his eyes a second later, his wound has scabbed over, and his father is bear-hugging him so tight that his ribs hurt. “I'm so proud of you, my son. I’m so proud to be your father.” Noritoshi’s six-year-old head is spinning. “You’re a godsend, you don’t even understand. Noritoshi-” He says, “-wake up early tomorrow, we’ll go out, yes, son?”

Ms. Kanagusuku is still in the bathroom. Of all the things that she is, she is ignorant of the fact that this is her last day with her son. She doesn’t know that tomorrow, Kamo Noritoshi will be packaged in an expensive kimono and presented to the Clan as the heir. She doesn’t know that they will be torn apart like grass in the wind, and will only see each other after 12 years. She doesn’t know that the memory of this day will haunt him for the rest of his life.  

a/n: at the time of their meeting, Kamo’s father was 30 and his mother was 19. So at the point of this fic, his mother would be 25 and his father 36. Kanagusuku is an Okinawan surname; she was a new kid in mainland Japan who thought she was living her own Cinderella story finding Kamo Sr. but it was actually more like The Conjuring. he gets away with abusing her because he's got her trapped. the only way she can leave is by letting go of her son too, which she eventually does as we know in canon. also the fact that she keeps her Okinawan version of her surname instead of changing it to Kaneshiro, which is the Japanese version of the name, to fit into Kyoto society, says something about her. on one hand, she is a homewrecker who fucked a married man knowing full well what she was doing. on the other hand... does she actually deserve all this?

this is very important to me that u picture takumi from nana when u think of Kamo Sr.

[longing-for-rain]

jsyk the "love is a battlefield" comic wasn't written by gene yang at all, it was from the lost adventures comics, written by j torres who has said he ships kataang, and these comics were fully approved by bryke for their original releases in nickelodeon magazines. its kataangers who spread the BS that gene yang wrote "love is a battlefield" so they can claim it was a "zutara shipper deliberately sabotaging the ship by making kataang act ooc", even though gene yang himself has said that he thought zutara was interesting but was never a huge shipper in general. he was harassed by kataang shippers a lot for even daring to like it more kataang though.

Oh I’m aware, and ultimately it doesn’t matter, because the showrunners have final creative say over all new material. It isn’t like writers can just write whatever they want; it all has to be approved by the showrunners. It’s funny because they can recognize how toxic that behavior is, but instead of acknowledging it’s just part of the character, they try to act like it’s somehow fake. No; it’s because the people who created this character legitimately feel as if Aang’s behavior is completely fine and that we as the audience should sympathize with him.

I think they also don’t grasp that writers aren’t putting themselves on “teams” over ships. Saying he thinks the relationship is interesting is only that—he thinks it’s interesting. It doesn’t mean he’s going to push for it to be canon because again…not his decision.

Oh also apparently the OP of the post about that comic is whining that she’s being harassed on Twitter 🤣 girl if that’s harassment I should have court orders against like 20 people by now. People left legit suicide bait and rape threats in my inbox. I screenshotted a post and talked about it on my blog blog. You’ll live. These are some of the more spineless crybabies I’ve ever seen.

[angrycryptidd]

IK you've said that Swayer was originally a Lost Boys OC and I kinda went wild with that idea 😭

I just keep imagining my TLB oc Chrysta just being the BIGGEST fangirl for him- like the diehard chick with each world tour poster plastered all over her bedroom and any record/album she can get her hands on.

She even plays up her charm and kiss-assing to get on Max's good side just so that he'll give her some tapes and new music videos for free when they ship to the Video rental store. She starts squealing and jumping on her bed the minute she catches a glimpse in her magazine that he's coming to Santa Carla I SWEAR

Sorry for the ramble I hope you don't mind!! I love Swayer and his design he makes me go crazy 🩷 I'd love to hear more about him sometime!

UGH I love this so much!!!

He'd genuinely love her because underneath the sleazy, charming Rockstar facade he's such a sensitive crybaby with tons of baggage.

He'd probably gift her an old jacket of his that he signed on the lapel and give her a smooch on the cheek.

And he'd 100% start beef with Max because he's a little shit like that 🙏

[downwithpeople]

x files round-up

fire: BAD. many of these episodes are dated for one reason or another and this one is dated culturally; it harkens back to a time when americans thought the british were exotic and sophisticated. chalk phoebe green for yet another example of writers trying to add superfluous love interests. deeply unsympathetic, deeply unpleasant, ultimately too boring to be worth revisiting. the same applies to the villain.

beyond the sea: GOOD. i was ready to hate on this episode on memory but i enjoyed it more this time around. brad dourif as boggs is chewing the scenery like his life depends on it and it's worth watching for his performance alone. the bad part of this episode is that this is the first attempt at flipping mulder and scully's believer/skeptic dynamic and it's fucking bad. mulder comes off like a petulant crybaby idiot for refusing to believe in boggs' psychic powers. and the cheek to accuse scully of being too personally involved in a case! mulder needs to be washing scully's car every week for the shit he puts her through. it is stupendously bad characterisation of mulder that lying in hospital recovering from a gunshot wound, the most important thing he wants to tell scully is to not believe. all that aside, it's a great ep.

gender bender: BAD. if the name doesn't tip you off already, this one is unsalvageable. it's low-hanging fruit to say that the episode has bad politics around gender and sexuality, but it doesn't have anything else going for it either. mulder and scully allow themselves to be abducted by amish aliens in a situation where any fed worth the badge would be emptying magazines into them. scully gets rizzed up and then sexually assaulted by a guy who looks like a fucking hapsburg. mulder sees the most obvious confirmation of alien lifeforms and it doesn't even raise his pulse. there were two things i liked in this miserable episode. the first was the sick nightclub with industrial music, cages and a HR giger print on the wall; it's like a lost VTMB level. the second was the attempted arrest of marty, which has the agents in a claustrophobic series of corridors in new york city. it's an exciting environment and makes me wish they made an x-files episode that was just The Raid.

lazarus: GOOD. much like fire this episode introduces an old flame to add some drama to the agents' relationship, but mulder reacts like a normal human being instead of a jealous teenager. what happens to jack willis/warren dupre is cool and tragic in equal measure, especially with the act 3 reveal of who really sold him out. the one mark against this episode is that mulder immediately intuits the bizarre paranormal event that occurred, every last detail of it, then acts like scully is an idiot for not agreeing with his deranged conclusions. there was a better version of this episode where mulder gets like, 50% of the way there but with enough margin for error that both of the agents are wrong. scully also looks like a big dummy at the start of the ep for barging into an operating room and demand the doctors waste time trying to resuscitate someone who's been clinically dead for nearly a quarter of an hour.

[ch1-kasak0]

Oh hey look I'm done🔥🔥

Anyway uhm I don't have a lot uhhhhhh it's 4am nearly for me so I should probably sleep but I can't be assed what do I do🤕🙏

Whoo dee doo♪♬

✭Bendy

•his horns are bendable, even when he isn't actively liquifying, but not as much. For example when he’s normal you'll be able to at the very least bend the tips, but not much beyond that, same with the spiky things on the side of his face

•hay fever. (Fuck summer)

•gets colds easily (fuck winter)

•double jointed knees, freaky🔥

•secretly reads magazines, specifically like fashion and entertainment ones, he's embarrassed by it for some reason

•would probably be a Lana Del Rey listener, only like 3 songs though, maybe he'd like rock lobster, his sense of music is all over the place but loves swing the most

•thrives at dusk, loves sunsets, especially in remote/forested areas, GRGRGRGRGR!!!!!

•is slowly overtime starting to forget what the lake looks like, along with silly vision as a whole, he'll never forget the dancing lady though<3 (is that what it's called? HELP)

✭mugman

•doesn't really like sweets, I mean he likes them, just not as much as the maniac he calls a brother, prefers pies and pastries

•during cups 3 days when he first got the demon blood and died(?) mugs didn't sleep much if at all, he had to be sedated to get any sort of sleep because he was so worried

•Insomnia, exploding head syndrome, sleep paralysis, he's just as horrible at sleep as cup is.. 🤕 he also sleep walks..

•Would text like an elderly person or :), ><,(ʘᴗʘ✿), ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙. No in between

•allergic to red meat, little man got attacked by a tick when he was younger (I don't remember which one it was)

•was obsessed with Quadratus when he first met the thing, tried to swim in it but soon learned that was a bad idea (it was COLD❄❄)

✭Sheba

•Chappell Roan and lady Gaga, maybe a little bit of Evangelion or Kendrick Lamar, depends 🙏🔥

•prefers sweet popcorn over salty or sweet n salty, absolute psycho

•does NOT know how to cook, milkshakes she's amazing at, actually cooking is a bit of a struggle, it's edible but not the best🤕

•actually likes licorice fizz wizz

•had appendicitis at some point in her life

✭Marcus

•his favourite anime would be devilman crybaby and devilman ova, prove me otherwise

•when he first got his wings and the little face wings he ripped one of them off, literally out of his head, that shit was BLOODY, he thought it was funny. And he actually keeps it in a jar

•he occasionally fills that jar with watered down shampoo, then opens it and flicks some of it at king dice and pretends it's (.), dice loses his shit everytime, Marcus finds it fucking hilarious but also gets told off by the devil, it's worth it (I would too tbh)

•likes analog horror a lot, his favourite would probably be the painter(if that's right) and the Mandela catalogue

•has a really nice apartment, but like it's modern, VERY modern, you'd see it in 2024 and think it's from the same era

•prefers winter over any season, but prefers Halloween over any holiday

•also likes licorice fizz wizz, he likes all the flavours<333

•bi, maybe pan

•is WAY too sharp on corners, he'd wait until the last second to turn it's terrifying because he's always going over the speed limit, especially if the roads empty🤕 sometimes definitely been thrown out of a window before

✭Oswald

•his hair is about shoulder length (not fur, hair, there's a difference) and he isn't very good at taking care of it, just kinda put it up one day and doesn't take it down until his next shower

•during the time when Ortensias death was recent he would wear her Nightgowns to bed if he could fit in them, still does that sometimes

✭Finley (happy late birthday my little fennec<33)

•took WAY too long to learn how to tie laces, his parents tried to teach him, but it just never clicked for him until he was about a teen

•also has to deal with hay fever 🤕

•also hates winter because his ears get cold

•used to absolutely cherish anything anyone got him, even if it was cheap shit, he'd love it anyway

✭Charles Harris (“Lucky”)

•Prefers champagne over any other alcohol, maybe some gin and lemonade as well, yum

✭Other

•brownies aren't really popular for Grannys house, but Red and Cuphead like them a lot so really they're the only ones eating them other than granny herself

•Marcus and Metatron have met at least once. Even if only briefly.

[xzaddyzanakinx]

I Crybaby I part three

Mean Punk/Grunge Anakin × Naive Femme Reader

18+ MDNI

Warnings: demeaning comments, crude behavior, aggression toward reader, hurt/comfort

Info: Anakin is an ass, like no joke he's really mean. Pierced and tatted Ani, he plays the drums, annoying rude neighbor, modern AU (90's), he might be mean now but I promise he is changing

Smut is coming soon! Be on the look out for the next chapter.

NOT PROOFREAD

You woke up in a panic, sulked on your drive to work, suffered through the day at the diner, and drove home with an anxiously churning stomach.

You paced the floors of your living room and kitchen, you’d already called Marie three times and had stopped yourself from sprinting to the wall phone once again. She offered to come help, but you’d refused, saying she’d already done so much for you. Besides this was something you felt like you had to do on your own, Anakin was nosy, he’d definitely take notice of a stranger visiting your house.

He had already tried to rip your shopping bag of makeup from your hands, insisting he needed to see inside. Stating that he was better at it than you anyway, you could benefit from a lesson or two. At this point you would’ve considered taking him up on the offer if you knew it wouldn’t ruin your plan.

You’d never so much as owned black eyeshadow, and Anakin did wear it often. You closed your eyes and tried to picture the way it looked in your head, then thought better of it. That would be creepy right? Copying his look?

So instead you settled on clumsily going through the motions of your transformation with the company of girls from Marie’s magazines. You’d ripped them out and hastily stuck them to your bathroom mirror with gum.

You braided your hair and looped some silver hoops in it just like one of the girls who was modeling a very painful looking choker necklace. The girls were all wearing heavy makeup, and your attempts had all turned out miserably, so you went back to the magazines and flipped through until you found the perfect reference.

A skinny boy in a fishnet shirt had on subtle and simple looking makeup, you could handle that, it should be easy… right? Digging through your grocery bag of new eyeshadows you selected a black eyeshadow palette that had a gorgeous little square of greyish sparkles.

You tried over and over again until your eyelids felt raw, with a frustrated cry you slammed the palette down onto the counter, effectively cracking the clear plastic lid.

“Great!” You huffed, “just great.” You began scraping up the fallen black powder with your bare hands, being interrupted by the phone ringing.

You screeched in surprise, the abrasive and shrill noise always startled you. The floor was slick under your fuzzy pink socks as you rushed to the kitchen wall phone. You sniffled, tears of frustration forming as you slipped and almost fell, swiping at them without thinking.

“Hello?” You croaked.

“What’re you doing?” The voice on the other line laughed.

“Anakin?” You questioned in surprise.

“Obviously.” He huffed, you could visualize his eyes rolling in annoyance. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Why do you want to know?” You shot back.

“Your bathroom window is wide open and you’ve been banging around in there for the last hour.” He grumbled.

“I’ll close it.” You huffed.

“What’re you doing?” He asked again.

“Nothing!” You said loudly, “it’s not your business.”

“Well sorry for trying to make sure you weren’t being murdered.” He retorted, starting to speak again.

“Listen. I’m busy. I’ll close the window.” You started to hang up, but stopped when you heard him shouting.

“Hey! Wait a second! God, you’re impatient.” He grumbled, “I won’t be home tonight, so if you’re going on some shitty date don’t count on me to rescue you alright?”

“Got it.” You said through gritted teeth.

With that you hung up, bringing the heels of your palms to dig into your tired eyes. Was this worth it? What was that phone call? Was he looking through your window or did he somehow hear you another way? Were you just that loud?

You groaned, dragging your hands down your face before sucking in a sharp breath. The phone was covered in black power and as you looked down you realized your hands were too.

“Shit!” You spit out, stomping to the bathroom sink and staring at yourself in the mirror.

You looked a mess, your whole face streaked with eyeshadow. Angrily your wet a towel and scrubbed off the makeup from your cheeks and nose, washing you hands and then grabbing your makeup remover for a more gentle approach on your already irritated eyes.

But when you looked back at yourself, you realized it wasn’t all that bad. It actually looked kind of good? Maybe the trick was using your fingers instead of a brush, maybe just cleaning it up around the edges would fix it. You could salvage this as long as you stayed calm… probably.

First things first though you went and shut the window, closing the curtains before returning to your task.

Thirty minutes later you had penciled eyeliner and tinted lip gloss to go along with your surprisingly nice eyeshadow. You were proud, you looked good, you - felt - good.

You headed back to the kitchen, pulling out the scissors from the knife block, it was time to cut off shirt. You slipped it on over your bralette, pinching the fabric at the spot you wanted to cut along the midriff. Snipping a tiny hole there before moving to your shoulders and repeating the process.

Once the snips were put in place you lifted the shirt up and over your head again, cutting off the places you’d marked. The sleeves were gone, along with a good portion of the fabric that would normally hug your sides, the bralette peaking out from under the shirt. The new hem hit just above your belly button, the breeze from the fan tickling your skin.

You slipped on the ripped baggy jeans complete with your homemade rips and tears before allowing yourself to slump to the floor. You had about a hour to kill, you didn’t want to be extremely late and you didn’t want to be early so you planned to arrive about fifteen minutes after start time. You wanted to be able to sneak in and find a spot among the crowd until you were comfortable enough to make your way to the front.

You heard the pop and crack of Anakin’s car starting and the tell-tale sign of him leaving could be heard as he screeched out of his driveway. Another glance at the clock showed only 5 minutes had passed. You couldn’t just idly sit there, it was excruciating to wait for something you were so anxious for.

You stood up, deciding to stop at the gas station up the road and grabbed a bottle of Pepsi before heading off to your destination. That would kill some time, the old man behind the register always talked to much, you needed gas anyway. Smiling at your new plan you rushed to grab your keys and small wallet.

You pulled in at the warehouse and saw it was absolutely packed with cars, people milling about, smoking, music playing through speakers from a CD you didn’t recognize. You jogged inside, taking in the scene. It was incredible. The people were all so different, it was interesting to see so many kinds of people all mixed together in one place, interacting as if they all knew each other.

You weaved your way in a dense spot at the tail end of crowd just as Anakin and his band walked on the makeshift stage.

You could feel your heart race as you caught sight of Anakin, his usually gelled hair was shaggy and moving with attitude as he stepped onto the stage with his bandmates. The crowd erupted with cheers, as the front man introduced them all, the excitement and anticipation from the crowd palpable in the air.

He took his seat at his drum kit, his tongue poking out in concentration while twirling his drum sticks. It shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was, it wasn’t your fault that he exuded a magnetism that was hard to ignore.

The band began to play, a heavy wave of guitar and pounding drums filling the warehouse. The low growl of the lead singer was much more intense in person than what you had heard on CD’s.

You found yourself struck with awe, your eyes locked on Anakin. The way he thrashed about, fully immersed in the music, was both powerful and mesmerizing. It was as if he had tapped into something primal, expressing his raw emotions through each beat of the drum. It was something you’d never seen from him before, he was so focused, so in his element.

In your stupor you failed to see a younger man stumble your way after shoulder checking another person. He fell into you and immediately apologized, laughing at himself. He quickly realized you weren’t laughing along with him, in fact you looked quite miffed.

"Hey! First time?" He asked and you nodded quickly with eyes wide, he laughed and pulled you into a nearby group of people. They showed you what to do, shared the unspoken rules of events such as this and it was exhilarating.

You’d never have imagined yourself enjoying something as chaotic as this, but here you were, soaking it all in with enthusiasm. Laughter and excitement filled the space as they showed you the ropes, guiding you through the chaos of the wall to wall mosh pit. It was an exhilarating experience, completely freeing and liberating. You laughed and let go, surrendering to the atmosphere that surrounded you.

As the music reverberated through the warehouse, the room alive with pulsating energy. Each beat of Anakin's drumsticks echoed in perfect synchrony with the crowd's wild enthusiasm. You couldn't tear your eyes away as he effortlessly commanded the drums, his body moving wildly with the rhythm.

After bidding farewell to your newfound friends, you found yourself gradually making your way to the front, eager to witness Anakin's performance up close. The sight of him sent bolts of anticipation shooting through your veins. You smiled widely, unable to contain the surging energy bubbling within your chest.

The song reached its crescendo, the crowd roared their approval, their cheers crashing against the walls. Anakin's drumming intensified, his body drenched in sweat, his passion tangible in every stroke. It was a breathtaking sight, even more so when you realized he was playing some parts with his eyes closed. Facial muscles twitching occasionally with the effort of keeping himself on track.

They wasted no time in jumping into another song, and another, and another. It was bewildering to see how much effort it took to play with such intensity up close. How could they all keep up? How could Anakin not be exhausted already? He was throwing his entire being into beating those drums and making it look completely effortless despite the sweat dripping from his forehead.

The show had ended but the people hadn’t dispersed as much as you would’ve liked. You maneuvered through the crowd, heart sinking at the sight of Anakin surrounded by a group of girls vying for his attention. His eyes met yours, and you felt hopeful for just a moment, before reality crashed down on you as he turned away. Jealousy twisted in your gut, and you found yourself hesitating, unsure of what to do next. Should you wait and try to speak to him, or should you walk away, heart heavy with disappointment?

Feeling a mix of frustration and defeat, you took a step back, hiding in the shadows of taller people, observing from a safe distance. Anakin seemed disinterested in the attention, his eyes scanning the crowd as if searching for something--or someone.

But the sight of those girls clinging to him, vying for a moment of his time, stirred a sense of unease within you.

As you weighed your options, a new wave of frustration washed over you. You couldn't bear to watch any longer, feeling the sting of jealousy and insecurity gnawing at your confidence. With a pout, you turned on your heel and walked away, deciding that it was probably better to leave and nurse your wounded pride in solitude.

The journey back to the car felt heavy, each step punctuated by the weight of disappointment that pressed against your chest. It was only when you felt the cool metal of the car door beneath your clammy fingertips that you finally allowed the emotions to consume you.

Tears welled up in your eyes, their droplets tracing a path down your reddened cheeks as you crumpled into an emotional wreck. Sobs wracked your body, unleashing pent-up frustrations mingling with the raw ache of rejection. It was an agonizing release, the culmination of disappointment and longing that had been building within you. In that moment of vulnerability, you allowed yourself to grieve the connection you so desperately wanted but felt slipping through your fingers.

As time ticked by, the tears slowly subsided, leaving behind a sense of exhaustion and resignation. You wiped your cheeks, the dampness lingering as a reminder of your emotional unraveling. With a heavy sigh, you started the engine and prepared to drive away. Wanting nothing more than to escape the ache that lingered in the air.

By the time you shifted into drive there were even more people leaving the venue, the parking lot getting empty. You sighed, pulling out of the parking lot and speeding home.

"Great." You rolled your eyes and sniffled, Anakin had beat you home, he was standing on his front porch smoking a cigarette, shirtless.

His shirtless form glistened under the porch light, his sweaty t-shirt hanging haphazardly over the railing. You couldn't help but feel vulnerable in his presence. You sniffled, still fighting back the remnants of tears, as you stepped out of the car and closed the door with a soft thud.

"Bad date?" Anakin shouted, snickering.

"Guess you could say that." Under the cover of darkness he couldn't see your clothes and for that you were thankful.

You knew you would have to walk quickly so you could get into the house before he saw your clothes under the porch light. So you ran up your driveway and jogged up your steps.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" He barked out laughing.

He couldn't see the full outfit from this angle, just the tattered t-shirt.

"Stop it." You shouted, trying not to cry again as you fumbled with the keys.

His laugh filled the air as he witnessed you clumsily struggling in your disheveled state, the pain in his eyes masked by his laughter tinged with a touch of cruelty. Your heart sank further, emotions teetering on the edge of overwhelming you once more.

"Does baby need a hug?" He asked teasingly, hopping down from the second to last step of his porch and making his way to you.

"Stop it Anakin," You pleaded, desperation lacing your words as you dropped the keys.

You groaned, scooping them up hurriedly, desperate to get inside. But it was too late. Anakin was walking up the steps, taking in every detail of your very out of character clothes.

"What the fuck is this?” He asked pointing at the clothes with a confused expression.

"Stop. You're just gonna be mean." You said back.

Anakin's features softened, an uncharacteristic flicker of concern crossing his face. His fingers twitched as if resisting the urge to reach out and offer comfort.

You took a step back, heart pounding in your chest. You’d had seen the glimpses of his softer side, his capacity for care buried beneath layers of cynicism. But in that moment, you couldn't allow yourself to hope. His previous toxic behaviors and hurtful words echoed in your mind, urging you to protect yourself.

"Where were you?" Anakin's gaze remained fixed on you, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Where were you?" You shot back hoping that the venom in your voice would convey your disappointment.

He didn't recognize you at his gig. After you tried so hard to impress him, now he was here making fun of you for dressing this way.

You could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to piece together the puzzle before him. But when his silence stretched on, your frustration grew.

"Where were you?" You asked again sharply.

You wanted him to feel the sting of disappointment, to understand the effort you had put into the night, only to be met with ridicule. You had hoped to impress him at his gig, to have him notice you, and now he stood before you mocking the very choices you had made to catch his eye.

Anakin's brows furrowed even deeper, a hint of remorse flickering across his features. He was adept at hiding his emotions, but in that moment, you saw a glimpse of regret in his eyes.

"You were at the gig, weren't you?" His tone had lost its earlier teasing edge, replaced instead by a heavy mix of confusion and realization.

A wave of emotions washed over you-disappointment, hurt, and even a tinge of anger. You had gone out of your way to support him, to be present in a world that wasn't yours, just for him. And in return, he didn’t even recognize you.

"It's doesn't matter if I was does it?" You asked, wiping your eyes.

He leaned in closer, the subtle scent of his Marlboro cigarettes mingling with the hint of his cologne and sweat. His voice, now gentle and sincere, reached your ears like a soothing melody.

"No, it does matter," he replied, his voice laced with regret.

"It's okay. I get it, I know what you're gonna say. I look dumb, I look like I'm trying to hard, I shouldn’t have even come to your show.” You sniffled, tugging at your shirt that now felt so uncomfortable.

Anakin's face fell as he listened to your words, sensing the insecurity and self-doubt that had clouded your thoughts.

"You don't look dumb. I didn't mean to make you feel that way." He ran his hands through hair, his tongue playing with his lip piercings.

“You don’t even look like yourself babydoll.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he sounded upset.

"But-" You had finally stopped crying and then your voice broke once again. "I thought you'd like it if I dressed like I belonged there."

He let out a low sigh, his fingers absently playing with the chain on his pants as he searched for the right words.

"I get why you did it, darlin'," he said, his voice gentle yet tinged with self-reproach. "You wanted to fit in. But listen, you don't have to change who you are for anyone, especially not me."

He stepped towards you, still not looking up.

"Its not that you don't look good, you do, you always do. But I know it's not you. You only wore that because of me. I don't want that, YOU don’t want that.” He sighed and finally looked into your eyes.

"I was looking for my pretty princess in a pink dress." He whispered, his hand coming up to your cheek.

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[akkivee]

there was an interview with the bat seiyuu in this magazine and i finally sat down to read it (almost two months after its release *wheezes*) and here were the highlights!!!!

it’s basically the whole thing so buckle in lol

upon being asked how they felt about bat’s anime debut, all three of them revealed they were certain they would have had a last episode cameo LOL

sakakihara-san even gave us what he thought the dialogue would be lmao so there was a lot of disappointment when they were told only rei was making a s1 appearance

needless to say, they are very happy bat’s now in rhyme anima lol

they were asked how their impressions of the characters has shifted over the years!!!

hayama-san responded when he first played kuukou, he got the sense he was a massive brat lol but that bad attitude of his stemmed from his understanding of the world. kuukou’s mellowed as the story progressed and had him experience more, eg establishing his teacher-pupil relationship with jyushi, and now understands how to navigate others weaknesses with tolerance and warmth

he’s still childish and still has a high perception of the world and that clash is where kuukou’s energy stems from. he’s at a crossroads between youth and maturity so to say

hayama recalls recording for kuukou’s first radio where he was a lot more mature, and then moving to chaser from the past, the track where he invades fragrance, and how hard it was adjusting mentalities LOL

harmonious cooperation really drove home for hayama-san that kuukou was the sun tho!!!!

that strength and energy that opens and paves the way is how sakakihara-san and takeuchi-san can tell he’s the leader

on that note, hayama-san mentions he’s never seen kuukou’s weaknesses. compared to jyushi and hitoya, we know next to nothing about kuukou’s past besides that he reached a point higher in his asceticism than his father and hopes to see everything leading up to it someday

for sakakihara-san, he was told jyushi was a crybaby and assumed he was a weak person. but once he learned about jyushi’s past, he realised that even tho he does cry, he’s still able to assert his feelings and doesn’t back down from anything, so jyushi actually has a very strong heart

jyushi sings in moonlight shadow, ‘i bask in the spotlight’s growing brilliance, in seizing a mic, anyone can become a hero’ and with that lyric, sakakihara-san understood jyushi may have a very tragic past but there’s a very strong flame burning inside him and he’s able to illuminate others with that light

bat’s come a long way and sakakihara-san finds comfort that jyushi’s around people who can laugh and joke around with him and will continue to strengthen his heart with them

takeuchi-san says jyushi is blessed to have so many good people around him, including his band members, which triggers sakakihara-san to start thanking the both of them, esp after takeuchi-san mentions it was hitoya who introduced kuukou and jyushi to each other lmao

and speaking of hitoya!!!! takeuchi-san felt he’s been mature since the beginning and thinks it’s cool that he talks to kuukou and jyushi like they’re equals. but he likes to compete against them sometimes so he’s got a very childish side to him lol

lately, hitoya’s dark and sordid past, his childhood hobbies, have been targeted as a joke and takeuchi-san is absolutely amused by it lmao

hayama-san brings up ‘amaguni the magic king’ and ‘amaguni moon’ from arb and takeuchi feels hitoya’s being bullied a bit lol but it adds to his charm!!!!

when it comes to dubbing the anime versus the drama tracks, all three of them are cognisant of pacing

in the drama tracks, for example, when jyushi is in vkei mode, sakakihara-san is allowed to take his time to croon out his flowery words but in the anime he does have to fit everything he says in a set amount of time

now that he has pictures and movements to match, sakakihara-san was trying to make those words flow with what jyushi does, rather than what he imagines jyushi does by nature of the drama tracks, while maintaining the vibe of what jyushi’s saying. there was some trial and error involved trying to get it right

it’s the same for takeuchi-san and he appreciates getting to see hitoya’s hand movements as he does his two thing bit lol

they were then asked if there was any directorial direction that stood out to them and they didn’t really receive any!!! takeuchi-san commented there were more cases where staff consulted them about their characters

the interviewer said it’s probably because the characters are embedded into them by this point but hayama-san laughingly thinks they still have a long way to go before they can say that lol

he says this but follows up with, it does make him happy that when he’s reading something and questions if this is something kuukou would do; it means he has a good understanding of kuukou as a character

they start talking about episode three!!!! the episode exists as ‘the strawberry episode’ in hayama-san’s head LOL

hayama-san is happy to see kuukou interacting with the locals (and loves that the old ladies call him ‘kuu-chan’ lol) and takeuchi-san comments it’s neat that they all spoke with nagoya accents!!! bat doesn’t really speak with the nagoya accent and it’s also very rare for anime to have characters that do, so that makes him happy as someone who grew up in aichi prefecture

sakakihara-san liked how so many of bat’s charms and elements were condensed into one episode!!! with jyushi, tho he was being picked on by the antagonists, he liked how the episode highlighted the trials jyushi’s gone thru to make him strong enough to lend a helping hand to belial

hayama-san comments that ever since the battle between bat and mtr, he thinks bat’s appeal is that, just as we witnessed with jyushi and belial, they take your hand and pull you up when you’re at your lowest to give you the strength to stand up on your own

whether it’s the hand that’s offered or the hand that receives it, they are joined and will walk as equals and as friends. bad ass temple guides others by building relationships with them, hayama-san said

the interviewer was particularly charmed by hitoya telling jyushi ‘friends you make when you’re young stick with you whole your life’ and so was takeuchi-san. he feels hitoya mentioned this because of his relationship with jakurai, with all its turbulence they’ve still come back to together

the interviewer then brought up ichiro and kuukou’s past as naughty busters!! hayama-san said kuukou’s relationship with ichiro is something that’s been forged stronger than what he has with jyushi and hitoya so there’s a lot of trust kuukou places in ichiro. takeuchi-san said they have the kind of vibe where because they’re former teammates, they can understand each other without saying anything and hayama-san agrees

hayama-san feels mcd and nb have a similar connection and when the four of them got together, ichiro and kuukou kinda had their own little bubble. the interviewer thought ichiro and kuukou’s conversation, where kuukou asked why didn’t ichiro call him and ichiro’s asking if he really needed to (and ofc he didn’t) had that atmosphere and that conversation honestly made hayama-san swoon with how smooth and natural it was lol

when asked about their thoughts about sanity, the insert rap, hayama-san initially felt it was similar to rip but that opinion changed after listening to the demo. sanity, to him, felt similar to a division all stars song where he doesn’t sing in kuukou’s style in order to bring out the harmony of the song. sakakihara-san also takes in account to how much of jyushi’s vkei style he should put in songs like division all stars songs

takeuchi-san also found himself considering the harmony in sanity and didn’t go hard on the volume for his parts as he would with other songs

takeuchi-san feels like sanity has a very strong kuukou influence and after hayama-san listened to the whole thing, he felt excited thinking about how to maintain bat’s individualities when performing it live

next up was next stage!! all the artists who wrote for each individual team has done so in past songs and moroha’s afro, who gave us kaigen, returned for next stage. hayama-san was very happy to work with him again

the part in jyushi’s verse, where he goes ‘guided by the sky, protected by the heavens’ and onwards was a bit of a struggle for sakakihara-san to portray jyushi’s feelings like he wanted to. he kept asking for retries to get the vibe he wanted

hayama-san felt the same since kuukou’s thanks in the song isn’t something kuukou really does. kuukou’s not one to be shy or embarrassed so he did multiple takes in order to portray the warmth afro intended when writing those lyrics

takeuchi-san comments that with an artist like afro, it’s really hard to come in after listening to his demo and making his style of music work with their characters. hayama-san followed that with it’s because afro’s music is one that pierces the heart of the listener, himself included, so he’s immediately at the ready to do what he needs to in order to preserve that whilst playing kuukou, hence the multiple takes

and now rise from dead!!! it’s a song with a lot momentum, very fitting for rhyme anima!!!! that momentum is what made the song fun for takeuchi-san

sakakihara-san enjoyed getting to sing for his verses and hayama-san felt like nagoya’s part could be summed up as, kuukou bringing the breakneck speed, jyushi’s like a dance and hitoya wraps it up with a crash

the interviewer then commented it felt like the three of them got along with each other very well. but had their impressions of each other changed over the years??

hayama-san doesn’t think so but takeuchi-san Has Words About That (and hayama-san and sakakihara-san start laughing LOL)

they’ve gotten less shy around him and hayama-san teasingly tells him that’s because he’s spoiled them rotten by letting them get away with everything, with sakakihara-san chiming in, ‘papa!!💜’

naturally he wasn’t as comfortable with them when they first met, they were strangers, but as they hung out together more, he felt he could let go of walls and manners around them. this makes sakakihara-san giggle💜

hayama-san takes the time to apologise to takeuchi-san, he feels like he’s been taking it too far lately and takeuchi-san calls him a liar LOL

the interviewer asks them what they think their appeal is as performers and hayama-san and takeuchi-san both went, ‘destructive power probably????’

takeuchi-san thinks they’re like, A Lot, whenever they perform together lmao

hayama-san, from day one, has set out to destroy the atmosphere the og divisions set lmao in a breaking barriers way. takeuchi-san honestly feels like he will every time he takes stage and sakakihara-san feels the same way watching the both of them lol

takeuchi-san feels like there may be a sense of friendly rivalry between the three of them as they all try to find ways to shatter glass ceilings with every live and each of them trying to take that momentum higher

hayama-san agrees and says one way they can do that is to bring a gold sachihoko on stage like the way mtr brings palm trees out for papillon

takeuchi-san tells the interviewer hayama-san has been asking for this for a while lol

sakakihara-san also relays to the interviewer that he’s been trying to manifest this for them by speaking it into existence lmao

the interviewer laughs at them and asks about 8th live stories. sakakihara-san starts giggling and upon takeuchi-san asking why, he brings up the shinkansen pic story and hayama-san and takeuchi-san missing their cues. he is very determined to never let them live it down lmao

the interviewer finally asked for their final words!!!

takeuchi-san comments the rhyme anima story seems to be pushed along by those being controlled against their will. it’s been handled lightheartedly but will the story take a darker turn?? tune in!!!!

sakakihara-san commented tho the episodes as of now are solo division focused, there will be a time when viewers can watch and enjoy the chemical reactions that happen once the divisions start to mingle. please enjoy the story impacts all of the characters!!!

hayama-san says finally nagoya and osaka are in the anime. do look forward to seeing all 18 people come together, what conversations they’ll have, what kind of atmosphere it creates and how the characteristics of each person stands out. kuukou and ichiro have more conversations, so if you enjoy naughty busters, please look forward to it!!!

[obeymebutnotlikethat]

A Blue Palette of Midnight Swatches-

No one tells you self-revelation is an oncoming car with no headlights in the dark. They say it's a brief light like camera flashes but she's here. Standing with an old school phone illuminated with past regrets. She wishes she'd grown out of the feeling stage by now.

Always the crybaby with too much heart and not enough sleeve.

She slumps onto a park bench and clutches her celebratory drink. It spills onto the ground as she curls forward. All the wasted time. All the wasted energy. Her fingers tremble to find someone: Mike, Robin, her sisters, or even a ruff. They'd hate it but oh well.

It's a pity party she can't remember throwing. She forgot the party dress, the running mascara, or the fly high fleeing. Instead, she's stuck on a park bench with kids tossing glances her way in between ball games; couples squished together on picnic blankets, and her new neighbor walking their dog. A wave of remorse or mourning settles in her stomach. She should buy flowers.

She should talk to someone.

Buttercup would've told her she was being dramatic and to women up. Blossom would've given her a more careful assurance. All sweet and motherly infused tones.

Unfortunately, she settles on muttering to herself. Closes out the messages and swipes back to the car crash. She's happy for them. Truly, she is happy they're happy with one another but she chews her lip. He chose someone bigger than her. She rids herself of the idea with a crunch of the cup. It's rude.

It's not...harsh if you're mourning your losses over your fears. The girl is gorgeous. She glows in the lighting and his hand reaches up the stairs for her. They're happy and she's happy and she isn't happy. Her sisters grew into their bodies differently. Same build different mold. She loves them with all her heart but sometimes the cute one starves.

Buttercup's athletic fit got praises from all the boys. Blossom and her poised slim nature with a demanding authority. Then Bubbles with her normal fit. It was a low spot when the locker room girls whispered about these things. She couldn't help to listen in on Princess' latest magazine heist. It was gossip and tips dipped with horrible sickness. She didn't follow the directions.

No, she followed his outstretched hand onto dates. Sometimes, too concerned with appearances she was internally reprimanding herself. It was just embarassment and nerves at liking a new cute boy. He wasn't in her circle or known him for too long. She didn't know how he felt and it startled her. With Princess and Buttercup's friends during hangouts. She wanted this to go somewhere.

It went into a dead end. Not everything has a continuation. Her finger double taps the screen and a heart explodes. She should head back to Robin. Can't keep bringing flowers to the grave of what could've come.