#hope u like mp100

[ochablooms]

to belong

a short comic about takenaka

[ahmobbu]

i would like to talk abt how yuzuru tachikawa went OFF in storyboarding/directing the separation arc w/ the use of natural and artificial light on reigen.

we only see his face w natural light before opening s&s

and then after his fallout with mob, it’s only behind him.

his face becomes illuminated by only his laptop in his apartment

also after mob leaves him, the blinds in the office are closed compared to when he first started. this is the window that originally showed him the light. he is subconsciously shutting out that dream of “being somebody”

more under cut!!

the only exception to this rule is his convo w/ ekubo, who is the character he can be the most honest to.

when we get to the bar scene, it’s nighttime, so there’s ONLY artificial light. it’s framed similar to him looking out the s&s window, which was the last time he was able to live w/o the fake “psychic” title. except now, it’s lit blue instead of warmly.

he wants the same thing, but the second time is leading him to a path of self destruction: like a moth to a flame.

when we get to the Cancellation, he’s under studio lights and, later, camera flashes. the lights are brighter but his shadows are harsher. he’s being seen but in the worst way possible.

lastly, you’d expect sunlight to be on his face when mob tells him he’s a good person, but it stays in the shadows because reigen doesnt Say it. he hasnt Told mob hes a fraud. you can see the shadows creep into his face when he lifts his face. the good part of him is acknowledged

[nothingbizzare]

Three tipes of people on valentine's day

[quirkle2]

noise

[bandtrees]

no interest in other people...

@mobpsychogirlweek day 1: tsubomi!!! i've always wanted to draw something artsy with her like this hehe.

[acekindaneat]

Serirei Week !!

Day 3: firsts/love languages

Reigen finds himself speechless (rare occasion)

continuation below but it's written form !! ↓↓

Serizawa gave him a slight nod, his face unreadable but tense. He gently directed Reigen towards the couches and sat him down. Wordlessly sitting beside him, he opened the first aid kit and rummaged through it.

Reigen watches in cautious silence, eyeing his coworker's rigid movements. The cloth he used to temporarily cover the large scratch left by the spirit was starting to itch. He slowly untied the knot with his uninjured hand and peeled off the blood-soaked makeshift bandage. It was drying off, but it still looked terrible. Four large gashes across his forearm, it almost looks like a scratch from a big cat.

Serizawa shifting closer brought Reigen's attention back to him. Their eyes met for a second before Serizawa looked down at his arm with a wince. Guilt evident on his face as he wet a towel with water and started to wipe off the blood with the lightest touch he could manage. Reigen swallowed the lump in his throat, the tense silence was getting to him so he spoke up.

"This could be part of your training, you know." He lightly joked, shrugging with his unoccupied shoulder. "It's important to know first aid, especially in our line of work." Serizawa's eyebrows furrowed as a frown formed on his face, but didn't take his eyes off his work, nor did he say anything back. As soon as the blood that smeared was gone, he grabbed the disinfectant and a cotton ball.

It was gonna sting, Reigen already knew that, but he still felt his heart flutter when Serizawa glanced up at him with a sorry look and muttered, "This might sting..."

Reigen didn't miss the way Serizawa was holding his hand with his free hand. He didn't miss the way his thumb was soothing the back of his palm with light strokes. He didn't miss the way he could feel the warmth radiating off of Serizawa's body just from how close they were sitting. Reigen felt himself gulp, not sure if it was in preparation for the pain, or to force himself back to retain his composure.

He let out a small hiss and a wince, before letting it dissipate quickly upon seeing Serizawa's face look more like a kicked puppy. He knows the man felt guilty for not arriving quick enough to prevent the spirit from hurting Reigen further. It wasn't his fault though. He can't blame Serizawa, not when he looked this sorry.

Gentle, flitting hands finally wrapped the wound in a bandage and secured it carefully. When it was done, Serizawa didn't move away, but instead let his hand rest on the wrapped arm, slowly rubbing his thumb against it like it would help heal the wound faster. It might, Reigen could hope. He could hope that this moment lasts. He looked up at Serizawa with a soft look, hoping that his message came across. Please.

Serizawa looked up at Reigen's eyes with the same level of fondness. Despite what he feels, it still scares Reigen, to see someone look at him like that. He's scared of seeing it often that he'll get attached to it, attached to the fondness, attached to feeling loved.

He almost felt himself jump when Serizawa gently held his hand up and pressed Reigen's palm against his lips with closed eyes. It's like his heart stopped, his breath hitching as he inhaled sharply.

This seemed to wake Serizawa from whatever trance he was in and pulled away, his face flushed red. His gaze landed everywhere except Reigen's as he cleared his throat and gathered up the used cotton balls and the bloodied washcloth. "I'll, uhm, throw these away. I'll grab some ice for your neck.. and make you some green tea in a bit..." He paused, sparing Reigen a glance and assessing his state.

"I'm glad you're okay, Reigen.." Serizawa spoke again, then escaped to the restroom to clean his hands off. Reigen sat there staring at his palm, dumbfounded and speechless.

[1o1percentmilk]

hi milk love u milk can u draw shou in stagnant or lobotomy???

*lo-res explosion sound*

[mtndw-whteout]

I'd love to see your take on middle aged or older Terumob!

Dumb Old Men :)

[witchspeka]

I dont think Mob is naive as much as he's socially unaware, like the reason why he trusts Reigen so blindly is a bit more complex than just him being naive

Cause Mob reached out to Reigen because he was desperate to find someone like him, someone who understood his psychic specific issues, someone that could truly know what he's feeling and going through and give him guidance and support

Post incident Mob's thinking process was something along the lines of my powers hurt people -> my powers are bad -> my powers (my emotions, my instincts, myself) cannot be trusted

So he lost all confidence and trust in his own actions, resigning to being as passive as possible to avoid any further damage to anyone else, thus he started doubting his own perception of reality too

He's a kid already struggling with being ostracised for being socially inept, who just got traumatised and all of his insecurity increased by the tenfold, he doesn't know how to process what he's going through. He needs help.

And here comes Reigen, seemingly reliable, a responsible adult in a child's eyes, someone who claims he can understand him

Even tho Reigen doesnt. But it doesn't matter, because Mob finds comfort in his words and takes them to heart

Even if Reigen doesn't fully get it, even if he doesn't see the bigger picture, even if his advice isn't always the best

Eventually, Mob grows up, realises Reigen isn't as honest as he seemed through his 11 year old perspective, but like most things, he refuses to acknowledge it on a deeper level

Mob knows, but never tells Reigen, never thinks about what all those lies mean to him (ofc until he forces himself to face those doubts regarding Reigen, to properly acknowledge both of their flaws and accept them as they are, I should scream into the void about Confession Arc more God)

Due to his lack of trust in himself, Mob has relied on Reigen for years now to shape his moral compass, his thoughts, his decisions

Because well, Reigen lies, sure, but he isnt a bad person. When he hurts Mob, it isn't intentional or with ill intent, he still wants the best for him, what's the issue?

Except that it stunts Mob's growth. He doesn't develop as a person, doesn't have goals or wishes or ambitions, can't make choices on his own, he doesn't even let himself acknowledge his own emotions, he refuses to let himself exist

But Mob realises in time that he wants more than that, he wants to become better and be independent and feel again

Still, he puts the acknowledgement of the lies on hold for as long as he can, unwilling to question the way things are

This can make him feel a little naive, he constantly relies on Reigen and trusts his decisions and raises questions rarely until separation arc when he finally puts his foot down

And I do think that moment is the most resounding proof we have that Mob knows and allows himself to be used by Reigen, not wanting to shake the status quo, until he gets fed up

I mentioned the social ineptitude at the beggining but idk if I should even elaborate on that, you've watched the show, you know what I mean

He's blunt and can't read social cues or tonality that well and can't speak in front of crowds and is overall pretty awkward and I do think some people conflate that with naivety

Mob is still a child, he doesnt fully understand how the world works at the ripe age of 14 years old, but some folks take that as him being inherently naive/innocent/whatever which I don't find true

[colscortex]

Happy Birthday Asagiri

[sallymew4]

Just how many stars will I need to hang around me

To finally call it Heaven?

TerukiWeek 2024, Day Three

✰ Star ✰

[freyalir]

@strovii May I offer you some Rock x Reigen in these trying times?

[ahmobbu]

farmer au context: teru goes to soybeans & such farms for a school program to get more college credit (even though he’s, like, 15). he meets mob, who works/hangs out there, mostly for the ducks who weed out the rice paddy and beatrice the cat. this drabble is set a few weeks after they meet.

Caring comes naturally to Shigeo, Teruki realizes.

He wonders how it must feel, to remember all of a person’s intricacies. Their clothes size, their room layout. If their hands are rough or if they shiver at night. It almost seems impossible, but it isn’t. Teruki knows it isn’t because Shigeo added a name plate on the duck canopy. Because Shigeo puts the car keys on the bowl when Reigen puts them somewhere else. Because Shigeo adds a lot more carrots to the curry after Teruki said they were his favorite.

It must be through practice, he thinks. To be caring, there should be someone to care for. It’s times like these where he wishes he didn’t live alone.

It’s quiet in a way Teruki wishes he was familiar with. There are only three sounds audible in this moment. One is the cicadas chirping aimlessly outside, only heard through the open shoji, not seen against the night sky.

The second is the soft breathing of Shigeo sleeping. He’s spread out on the veranda like a starfish, legs dangling over the edge. Beatrice, who is something more of a lynx than a cat, is cuddled next to him. Her purrs mimic his exhales. Teruki peers out from behind the tea table to see Shigeo’s fingers carding through her fur. He wonders if Shigeo’s already awake, or if he just does that even in his sleep.

Teruki just needs practice.

Speaking of practice, the third and final sound in the house is of a paring knife on fruit skin. To be more specific, a paring knife on a mandarin orange, cutting around the rind in a spiral. It’s a trick he’s seen both Reigen and Shigeo do effortlessly before, but it’s something he just can’t figure out. His slices are always too shallow or too short. There are already two cut and peeled oranges on a plate on his side, but their skins were messily taken off with his own hands after a wrong stroke.

The sound of the knife is quieter than everything else, but it’s amplified by Teruki’s concentration. It is a cracking sort of thing, like pulling out tape or scratching an old wooden table. Peel, peel, peel. There’s a place he seems to always make a mistake in, just a little below the middle of the orange. As he approaches it, he slows down his peeling and braces himself.

“Hm?” Someone says through the haze of semi consciousness.

Shigeo’s awakeness is announced with a yawn. He stretches his arms up, though he makes no move to sit. Instead, he moves them over his head and rests his hands on the nearby tea table, palms up and fingers outstretched.

The sounds are lessened to just the cicadas.

Teruki grabs a slice of orange from the plate and leans over across the table. He places it onto Shigeo’s hand as a greeting. Their fingers don’t touch, but the space in between is small enough that it doesn’t matter. Teruki’s heart stutters at the almost contact.

Shigeo hums at the sensation, as if he didn’t expect Teruki to be there. He drags his hand from the table to the front of his face. He uses his other arm to push himself into finally sitting up.

He stares at the orange in his hand again for a moment, wordless and silent, with an expression Teruki can’t decipher from the back of his head. He takes two bites to finish it, sighs in a refreshed way, and turns to Teruki with a small grin. “Thank you,” he says. “Mandarin oranges are my favorite.”

But Teruki already knew that.

[fefairys]

so far the ppl following @psywebcomic seem to be mostly either homestuck fans, mp100 fans, or both. which is great, like, yeah. target audience... but it is literally a saiki k knockoff. where r u guys...

[quirkle2]

[zombie au] when ur.when ur brotherturns into a z.when ur brother turns into a zombie and u spend the next several years of ur childhood braving the most fucked up shit ever so u can find a cure and it gets to the point where ur killing parts of urself just to pick up the pieces of ur brother with shaking, cut up hands and glue him back together but at that point ur just going to end up bringing him back to a world that's not worth living in

[dorky-eyebags]

i think it took mob some time to get used to expressing his emotions openly again so for a while he just reacted disproportionately to random things