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gamerbot-22 · 17 days ago

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@raccoonzaggoon I got your ask but it glitched out in my inbox! I hope you don’t mind me answering this way!

Hiiiiii... whats uppp.. its me againnnnn..:D Noticed your requests were still open and have another prompt for you :3 Can we get a Kni x neurodivergent reader.? Someone who has been outcasted by Society because their brain works differently. Someone who sees The reason and knis cause and wants to help but get so frustrated when they can't because their brain is working against them and Kni comforts them. (In his own way. because hes kni of course hes not actually gonna admit he likes this person and understands were they are coming from.) thanks so much.! I love how you write him btw its so cannon to me. :3

First of all: I’m glad to see you again! It makes me so happy to know you love my Nai writing so much, he’s very fun to write for <3

Secondly: I ADORE this idea, it’s coming right up!

Millions Knives/Nai x Neurodivergent Reader

TW/CW: I sound like a broken record but Nai is Nai, reader is gender neutral, reader has a bit of a meltdown and bites their tongue pretty hard, reader has abandonment issues and a complex internal relationship with their family, a lot of this is based off my own experience of being autistic, very much based on TriStamp Nai, barely proofread and I appreciate spellchecks!

Word Count: 1,122

A/N: Dialogue? In my headcanon post? More likely than you'd think after two weeks of daily ficlets. Also it's a bit of a combination conversational headcanon post and proper narrative, I'm experimenting over here.

Likes and Reblogs are Appreciated and Requests are Open! It’s all under the cut!

The dividers in this post were made by @/adornedwithlight ☆

Humans have joined the Eye of Michael before you, but a majority of them were either foolish enough to fall for the religious propaganda that kept the cult from getting looked at too hard or were dragged in from childhood for Conrad’s experiments.

So you just showing up not only willing but fully cognizant and aware of what the actual plan is takes Nai back more than a little bit. Like he knows humans make no fucking sense but the fact that you’re so pro-“kill the humans and turn Gunsmoke into a paradise for Plants” is a level of dedication that maybe is only rivaled by Legato.

At first he doesn't concern himself with it much. Who is he to look a gift attack dog in the mouth? If this is what you think is best then sure, he'll let you ride along until it's your turn just like all the others. But while Legato fancies himself a prophet, spouting sermon after sermon about the coming holy paradise, you come at this with some actual empathy. You look at the Red Plants with this sort of distant expression every time you walk past them. It makes him think back to that terrible day on the ship with Vash. When they found Tesla...

Finally the itch to ask gets to be too much, and you’re not shy. You explain that you always saw things differently from the other people in your town, even your family. When your town’s Plant went red, you explained how you mourned the Plant more than you did the resources it provided. It wasn’t that you didn’t understand the gravity of the situation (because you absolutely did and were living the effects of going without clean water and consistent energy same as everyone else,) but the realization that it was everyone in that town's fault--including yours--that the Plant reached its breaking point. And you were the only one that felt sorry for it? For lack of a better term, it radicalized you.

"So you're here out of guilt?" He asks, suddenly sounding cold again. "You want to make up for the sin your village committed?"

"You sound like a pastor," you reply. You don't take your eyes off the Plants in front of you. The observation stings, but only because you feel its truth. "Yeah, I am, I suppose. It's not like anyone else back home will do anything about it."

He huffs, seemingly satisfied for a moment. But then that last sentence pokes his brain again. "So you're trying to make up for them?"

You shake your head. Then you shrug. "It's more complicated than that," you say, but the words aren't coming to you the way you want them to. The shape of the idea is there in your head, but it keeps swirling out of reach, morphing into something else entirely before you even get the chance to speak up. You know you should answer, but you can't think of how to phrase it in a way that he'll understand.

Millions Knives looks at you sideways. You're not looking at the Plants anymore but at the railing keeping you separate. You're holding it tight, and he can see you shaking a little. It strikes him as odd, in all honesty. In all of the time you’ve spent with him, following at his heels, yapping like a lost dog, he’s never seen you get upset like this before. You could get so passionate you could lose your words, but you never went dead silent like this.

He’s not certain of how he should go about this, honestly. For a moment he considers leaving, letting you stand here in your trembling silence with whatever secondhand guilt you must be feeling for your village, but then he sees something. A twitch in your jaw, a movement that doesn’t match his assumption of you having just been clenching your teeth behind your lips. When your eye flickers, so does his curiosity.

“What did you do?”

You shake your head and bring a hand to your mouth. You’d bit your tongue harder than you meant to, and while you were certain you weren’t bleeding, it did still hurt.

“Did you just hurt yourself?” He sounds genuinely confused. You really would rather hurt yourself than answer a question?

You shrug again. Tears of frustration sting your eyes like ice as you push off the railing properly. There’s so much in your head that it’s hard to tell what exactly is tipping you over, even as you try to catch your breath. It was a red Plant, just like the ones in front of you, that had driven you all the way out to Julai, far from your family and friends, who you missed so much it felt like a black hole in your chest, even if they hadn’t understood why you left. A part of you still wished that someone would come after you, that on hindsight your village would realize the error of their ways and come help you fix it, make up for the pain you all had caused Plants just because you couldn't make it out in No Man's Land on your own--

"Look at me."

You don't.

Knives grabs you by your shoulder and spins you to face him. He doesn't force you to look up, but he keeps your frame square to his. "Breathe." You can hear the exasperation in his voice, and it makes you feel worse. "You'll just hurt yourself again, and there's little point in that now."

You're loyal. He knows that, you know that, everyone knows that. In his mind, that is the only reason he bothers to hold your shoulders the way he is--firm but not crushing under his heavy palms. If he wanted you to stay loyal... he would need to be here to calm you down.

"Breathe," he repeats, his tone a modicum softer. Your chin is gently tilted back to look up at him, to meet those steely blue eyes when he tacks on, sickly sweet, "for me?"

In a strange way, it works. Your family isn't here--they made that clear when they didn't follow you--but Millions Knives was. And he wanted you to be happy, and you couldn't just let him down like that. The first few breaths you take are shaking, but they settle with each repetition until your tongue no longer smarts and your head has ceased its spiraling.

"There. Isn't that better?" Knives pulls his hand from your chin to give your shoulders another squeeze. "Remember what you're here for. These Plants' pain..."

He turns you to look at the wall of red tanks, each one a carbon copy of your memory.

"...will be temporary."

#Rosie Writes #raccoonzaggoon #Millions Knives #Nai #Trigun #Trigun Stampede #Neurodivergent Reader #Gender Neutral Reader #Millions Knives x Reader #Nai x Reader #cw: meltdown #cw: mild self harm #cw: manipulation

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botanicallyinclinednerd · 7 months ago

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The Umbrella Academy season 2 episode 10

Oh good! I wanted to know details of Ben's death! 2006, huh

My blood is fucking boiling

How fucking DARE he

They are all grieving so much. They are children

Guuyyyssssss

God they suck towards each other and I know it's not their fault but GUYS YOUR BROTHER'S FUNERAL BE NICE TO EACH OTHER

KLAUS

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

Oh. Oh no. I dont- I don't think that true. Klaus, honey, did your selfishness and refusal to let your brother go prevent him from ever being able to leave you? Until- well until he saved Vanya? (It did not)

The implications of Klaus doing that blue hand thing here means that he's KNOWN how to do that. He knew he could do that in s1, that was NOT a new power, it was an old one he refused to use

FIVE "I do feel like I'm being held hostage most days"

Guyyyssss this is exactly like what happened with Ben's funeral all over againnnnn. Stop. Fightinggggg

Vanya I love you

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

I hate this fucking family

I am taking away one of those fuck yous, as long as Klaus doesn't get out of this car

*OH*

EEE!!!

*deep breath* I am calm and I have hope for this fucking family

GUYS FIVE TOLD YOU TO STAY WITH VANYA AND HARLAN THIS IS NOT STAYING WITH VANYA AND HARLAN

Oh holy shit

Oh so he can teleport with others!

Big fan of the fact they repeatedly show us that Five has limits with his powers, that he can't use them when he's too tired

Luther holding Allison and Klaus to try and protect them

*O H*

Yup she uh. The answer to my question "does she have powers or is she with the commission" was "Yes"

Is her power the ability to mimic the powers of those she's faced?

"But unfortunately, they're family, so you're shit out of luck" Luther grew on me a lot this season

Oh no

FUCK

ALLISON

Luther I think you're gonna have to breathe for her, or do cpr once she's "dead" okay cool, glad it was the first one, the second one was not ideal

How many children has she stolen over the years, turning into her little weapons

Get the fuck away from Harlan you bitch

Yes, yes they do. They are dysfunctional as hell and they keep hurting each other, but there's no doubt that there is love there

She's gonna stab Diego

WELL FUCK

Oh did five actually die with the group this time? Hey! He didn't have to out live them a third time! Wooo!

Well. Is this why season 3 is an alternate time line? Cause all these bitches dead. Wait. *big sigh* I'm going to have to relearn all these characters again aren't I? Fucking bullshit

Alright Harlan, it's all on you buddy, good luck

There's still 18 minutes left...

OH COME ON FIVE, YOURE NOW THREE FOR THREE ON OUTLIVING YOUR SIBILINGS

(I dont actually want Five dead, I just feel bad for the amount of trauma the poor guy has around his dead sibilings)

OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT THE FINAL SWEDE

HERE COMES HANDLER TO FINISH OFF FIVE, AND! WHATS THIS! IN COMES THE SWEDE WITH A MACHINE GUN!!!

OH HERE WE GO FIVE YOU CAN DO IT

!!!!

Yay! He's okay!

Herb and Dot!!!

LETS GO HERB!!!

😭😭😭😭

So happy over each positive sibiling interaction I get

Klaus hugging Vanya!!!

Another shoe is gonna drop here

Are they gonna meet the Sparrows in these last couple minutes?

YEAH, WHY IS THERE A PAINING OF BEN OVER THE MANTLE PEICE AND WHY IS HE WEARING RED

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

IM OUT

#tua #the umbrella academy #liv watches tua #THIS IS BULLSHIT

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luminouslywriting · 12 days ago

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Chapter 18: Preparing To Jump

A/N: I'm sick againnnnn so that sucks and I'm very behind on my schoolwork! So I apologize that this wasn't first thing this morning like I had intended! Still, enjoy and have a wonderful day! As always, let me know what you think!

May 31, 1944

Winnie was certain she had never seen so many men, nor had she ever seen so much mud in her entire life. The preparations to jump were coming now and just that afternoon prior, she had said her goodbyes to Reba and Eileen. If everything went well, and Winnie was certainly praying that things would, she would see them after a week and they would come via the ships and land on the beaches.

If nothing else though, Buck Compton was good at yelling orders and getting people where they were supposed to be. Winnie was grateful she hadn’t stepped into the mud quite yet. Dick, ever the gentleman, had insisted that she ride along with him to pick up Buck. Winnie was absolutely certain it was so that he could keep a closer eye on her since things were practically chaos at the moment.

And while she did appreciate Dick’s ability to cautiously predict and know that some men had less than honorable intentions, Winnie was also fully equipped and prepared to shut that shit down when needed.

But here they were, riding in the jeep. At the sight of Winnie in the car with Dick, Buck brightened ever so slightly and he hopped into the car. The two of them had gotten on like a house on fire when they had first met, much to the chagrin of most people. “Hey Doc,” Buck greeted with a wide grin, slipping into the car.

“Blondie.”

“That’s not my name.”

“No, but it shall be what you are known as to me,” Winnie insisted.

Dick rolled his eyes as he started the jeep up. In a few seconds, the trio was speeding through the camp. “These men—and Winnie, of course—have been through the toughest training that the army has to offer under the worst possible circumstances. And they volunteered for it.”

“Shit, Dick, I was just shooting craps with them,” Buck stated dryly. “It’s not like I was—”

“You know why they volunteered? So that when things got really bad, the man in the foxhole next to them would be the best. Not some draftee who’s gonna get him killed.”

“Dick, you cannot possibly be mad at the fact that the men like him,” Winnie teased lightly, raising a brow.

“She’s got a point. I’m taking the time to get to know my soldiers. I mean, come on, you’ve been with these guys for what, two years? I’ve been here for six days.”

“You’re gambling, Buck,” Dick said in slight annoyance.

“So what? Soldiers do that. I don’t deserve a reprimand for it.”

“What if you’d won?” Dick questioned, glancing over at Buck.

“What?”

“What if you’d won?” Dick emphasized each word as he put the jeep in park. “Never put yourself in a position where you can take from these men.”

Winnie watched as he walked away, glancing over at Buck. “He’s gonna be in leadership, I just know it,” Winnie stated dryly.

“No kidding.”

“Don’t take anything he says personally. He’s just very protective of Easy Company, in case you hadn’t already picked up on that,” Winnie said, nudging Buck’s shoulder with a small grin. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta go find Liebgott.”

Moments later, Winnie had located him with a few of the other men, playing a game of cards as they waited. “Liebgott,” Winnie stated, leaning in the tent doorway and crossing her arms.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“I heard you’ve been cutting hair today. You got time for me?” Winnie questioned, piquing a brow. “Just a trim, I promise,” she added, noting the way that his gaze had fallen on her bun.

“Yeah, I’ve got time.”

A few minutes later, Winnie sat in a chair with her hair down and waiting for Liebgott to get to work with his scissors. He gave a low whistle as he took in the thick curls. “Damn Doc, you’ve got a lotta hair,” Liebgott murmured, beginning to comb through it and measure out where he’d cut.

“It grows fast,” Winnie said in slight amusement. “How long have you been cutting hair?”

“Dad’s a barber. I grew up doing this,” Liebgott said, face scrunched up in concentration.

“Well both he and you have my thanks,” Winnie said simply.

“I coulda sworn the nurses all got their hair cut last week.”

“Oh they did,” Winnie said as he paused in cutting her hair. “I didn’t because I know you and Eileen are hooking up with one another and this is me giving you a light warning to not screw with her feelings and emotions. And also—don’t get her pregnant.”

Dead silence for several beats.

“Understood, ma’am.”

Winnie gave a self-satisfied smirk. “I’m glad we understand each other, Liebgott.”

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The morning of June 4th came—and Winnie found rest hard to come by. The weather was unpredictable, as were most things at the moment. And despite each of the plans and instructions being firmly memorized in her mind, nothing could have quite prepared her for the day that lay ahead and the mental and physical stress that would come with it.

It was still early when Winnie found her way outside the tent she had been assigned, soaking in the morning air and staring at the skies. She walked for a little while, finding Nixon sipping on his flask. “I’d advise you not to drink today, but I also think it’s the only way you’re gonna get through it,” Winnie said dryly.

Nixon nearly snorted. “No kidding, Win.”

“You doing okay?” Winnie asked in a softer tone, gaze sharp and locked onto him intently.

Her friend just gave a shrug in response. “Just hopin’ this weather clears up soon, you know?”

Winnie’s gaze traveled back up on the clouds. “Some might say it’s a bad omen. But biblically, I’d say that it’s a good thing.”

“Oh biblically. That makes me feel much better,” Nixon retorted sarcastically, holding up his drink in a mocking cheers motion.

Before she could retort to that, Dick came around the corner, an equally somber expression on his face as he watched the skies. “I think it’s clearing up,” Nixon said, catching Dick’s attention.

Dick, to his credit, wasn’t surprised to see Nixon and Winnie standing there by themselves and watching the skies, nor was he surprised to see Nixon drinking. “Do you think it’s clearing up?” Winnie questioned him, walking with Nixon to Dick’s side.

“No,” Dick admitted.

“Well I think it’s clearing up,” Nixon insisted. “How are the men?”

“They’ll be fine.”

Winnie wondered if that was just Dick’s way of being hopeful or if he genuinely thought that the men would be fine. Either way, she was more of a realist and a realist that believed in God was what she would continue to be. Even if it was contradictory or difficult to stomach for herself at times.

“5:00 in New York,” Nixon stated. “4:00 in Chicago. Happy hour, huh?”

“It’s always happy hour somewhere,” Winnie pointed out, narrowing her gaze at him.

At her words, Nixon chuckled bitterly. “A couple drinks, maybe an early dinner before the theater.” He crossed over to a crate, taking a seat on it. “A civilized place for civilized men.”

“I don’t know if men have ever really been civilized or if they just hide it behind facades of civilization,” Winnie murmured honestly.

Now that was a truly grim thought—and both Nixon and Winters exchanged a wary look at her words. “Well,” Dick sucked in a breath. “You should have been born earlier, Nix.”

“What, and give up all this?” Nixon just looked around for a moment, shaking his head. “I’m gonna take you both to Chicago, when this is all over.”

“We’ll see.”

“Hard pass from me,” Winnie insisted.

At that, Nixon gave a small grin. “It’s just as well. You know who’s from there?”

“No, who?”

“Oh, him,” Dick realized in slight distaste.

“712 days of that son of a bitch and here we are.”

Winnie scowled. “No one needs to be thinking about Sobel before jumping from a plane.”

“I don’t know, maybe you thinking about it will give you all the spite you need to destroy the German Riech,” Nixon said, nudging her shoulder.

“Right, me and my scalpel will do so much damage,” Winnie gave a roll of her eyes.

“We’re gonna get stood down today. Weather’s too poor,” Dick said after a moment. “Tomorrow’s the day. I can feel it.”

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Dick had been correct in his assessment and they had all been stood down yet again. However, on the afternoon of June 5th, it became increasingly apparent that they would be leaving then. Which made the Invasion of Europe set for the early hours of June 6th, 1944.

Winnie knew that somewhere in England, Charlie would be preparing to fly with the Hundredth under the command of some guy named Rosenthal. And Nathan would be preparing to land on Omaha or Utah Beach. The three of them would be there—not together—but still together at the same time. It was a strange feeling, knowing they’d be helping each other in that way.

It was strange, but she felt calm as a summer’s day.

She didn’t have half as much gear as the other men who were jumping, though she certainly felt weighed down in her gear. “I feel like a penguin,” Winnie mumbled, finishing up the straps on her chute.

Roe glanced over at her, a half-smile on his face. “I don’t think you look like a penguin.”

“Well you would never tell me to my face, Roe,” Winnie pointed out.

“No, ma’am. I don’t have a death wish.”

Winnie gave a small grin at that. “You wouldn’t. You’re generally the more sensible out of the people I know here. Need any help with your chute?”

“No, ma’am. Yourself?”

“I’m all good here,” Winnie said with a firm nod.

She couldn’t begin to describe the feelings she was having pass through her as they sat on the ground and waited to be allowed into the planes. Anticipation, excitement, nausea, a light degree of panic and dread, wishful optimism, calm from the good Lord—

Winnie was no fool. She knew as well as they did that this plane could go up in flames before they even got out of it. She knew as well as everyone else that just because they made it out of the plane didn’t necessarily mean that they were going to make it to the ground. She could land in a tree or be impaled or shot at—

And that was without speaking of the terrors that lay on the ground. Terrors lay on the ground for men, a promise of certain death or captivity.

She knew that for herself, as a woman, death would be the preferable option. But she’d already been through the worst thing that she could have possibly gone through. Several times. If she could do it then, she could do it now.

After all, Winnie Allen was a survivor. And she had no intention of dying today.

#band of brothers oc #band of brothers hbo #band of brothers fic #band of brothers #winnie allen #the prophecy #ron speirs x oc #ronald speirs x oc #ronald speirs #oc originalfemalecharacters

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jichanxo · 6 months ago

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hiii jichan, long time no senseific asks from me... am kinda interested why you’ve thought the first kiss scene you wrote several says ago will have such, uh, destructive impact to the other plot points. i mean, it suddenly felt natural for them to kiss earlier than you planned them to, or 👀 (sry i’m awkward, can’t think of another way to convey that i. really appreciate your work)

(context for everyone else. my complaining was in the tags)

hi againnnnn :D well the short answer is that i'm probably being over-dramatic, but since a kiss is a big deal i gotta look over the stuff after that scene with new eyes and make sure all of it checks out with the new context

(more under the cut + general senseific updates for the curious)

it's their second kiss (so far), and i threw it in around the middle after shuffling around some plot points (the plot point shuffling is definitely going to be more, uh, destructive than the kiss is anyway, so i am just being over-dramatic), but uhhh... well it's an early release of tension and expression of yagami's frustration towards kitakata than i originally intended so... that's gonna change how their dynamic is going to feel afterwards until the tension is resolved completely (i.e. they sort their shit out)

i'd just placed those plot points in their new spots and saw a gap in the middle of my fic and was Struck By An Urge so now this kiss scene exists with only a vague idea of what the context behind it will be. ...well, i'll write it when i get to it, i suppose. but it was a lot of fun writing something exciting and new for senseific!

but now i gotta get back to the stuff i actually have to do 😔 which is mostly dance club stuff right now. i am thankfully actually making progress on that front. and later i also gotta check some stuff with the robotics club for a short part in chp 1 and 2. and just give everything a general look for cohesiveness.

chp 1 is, by my judgement, very close to its finished form (i just need to do that short robotics club part and general tweaking)

chp 2 still has quite a ways to go, but i've got big chunks of dance club where i want them now, alongside the existing kuwagami stuff (which is the other focus of that chapter). i also need robotics club stuff here but it's pretty minimal rn

chp 3 is.... well the front half has a direction (resolving the dance club), and then it gets a bit lost. (on a related note, those re-homed plot points start to get placed around here). my focus right now is to get the dance club stuff done and leave this problem to be solved later. when i move onto the robotics club, i'm hoping to see what comes up naturally. for now, i gotta focus on the immediate tasks and all that.

[tenuous separation between chapters 3/4 depending on where 3 ends naturally when i finish writing it]

chp 4 is where the new kiss scene is. and a bit of old writing of where i am generally expecting kuwagami stuff to go. around this point is where things get even further away from a readable state, so i won't go on. ....if their second kiss is in this chapter, feel free to take a guess at when their first will be. hehe.

senseific currently has a working title. chapters 1-3 have titles that i think are not gonna get changed, cause i'm attached to em (but you never know, right?)

general senseific update aside, since that kiss is around (what is currently) chp 4, i am eventually going to have to go over the older writing around that point and make sure it all matches the vibe

#jitxt #this ended up being a general senseific update because i wanted to keep talking. so excuse me #my actual answer is pretty short since i'm not really elaborating on the context of that scene for once lol #i've done a lot of casual spoiling of senseific ahahahaha #remember when i said i felt like i had all my kuwagami plot beats sorted #that wasn't untrue because i got all the big ones i want and the general direction #but my god. i wanna hit my past self on the head for feeling so satisfied when there's still SO MUCH TO DO #sorry for being unnecessarily verbose i'm just going to ignore my anxiety and press the post button before i rethink the whole post 👍

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mintytealfox · 1 year ago

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I got a small NortAlice blurb.

Alice takes her gloves off for Norton so when she takes his hand he's surprised at how soft hers is. Norton's rough and calloused hands are oddly comforting to Alice.

Ooooooohhh my gooodness I LOVE HANDS! lol that likely sounds so weird but there is so much to them! The symbolism and what they can DO and AAAAAAAAAAHH!

Hands can harm but also heal! They can be hard but also soft! Firm and hold others up, but also gentle and help lay down and rest AH They can create but also destroy! Hands have built so MUCH and they can really show how a person is 👀

Alice's hands can be seen burying a dead bird in the rain, showing how compassionate and deep feeling she is and her strong moral compass. Her hands can also be seen straightening a pen just right to show her particularness and organization. This organization carrying through with how she packed, how she was carefully holding things and carrying everything and placing it all down with care and respect 👀 This showing that, already said organization, but how she respects her work and even has a reverence for it and the stories tied to it all. And her handwriting being shown! small fine lettering slightly slanting to the right 👏👏 slanting to the right apparently meaning: You are open to new experiences and enjoy meeting new people small lettering tending to mean: linked to people who prefer staying out of the spotlight AHH I JUST LOVE

NOW for Norton 👀I don't have as much to study but what I have seen is fascinating! His movements with his hands tend to be fast, deliberate, and stabilizing! He constantly stabilizes himself with his hands, slamming (fast) a hand to his knee (exactly where he needs it) to help himself get up and when he is having a coughing fit AND when he is having a mental/moral crisis 🤌🤌 He uses all three when dealing with Alice in the basement, trying to get her to drink the bad grape juice. He moves fast, grabs her face with precision (exactly where he needs to) and firmly keeps her in the right position and holds her there (stabilizing her), then gently lets go, just letting his hand fall away. There was no extra movement, just doing exactly and only what needs to be done, No pushing her around or anything, just hold her still then release and back away. 😭 You can see those three again even in the short moment when he is tapping the packet that had the stuff for the explosives. He is tapping it fast, deliberate, staying surgically still with the hand that is holding the packet and he doesn't do any extra tappies, just the perfect amount of tappies. Then againnnnn lol with him eating that damn bread lol That hand his yanking in fine and sharp movements (fast), just right for what he needs with no extra unnecessary movement (deliberate), and that bread ain't leaving him with that grip lol so definitely stabilized He also tends seems to have proper control of his strength! from gentle tappies to gripping like crazy to slam that pickaxe down! and gripping the frig out of that glass of milk LOL Now we don't see any of his writing, I don't think (cause he could be crossing out Benny's stuff), but boi do we see him crossing stuff out lol. He seems to bare down HARD in the crossing out animations with that fountain pen and the ink just pooling lol but when you see everything crossed out you see that FAST movement and a hint of frustration with the extra lines, especially on the left page. He seems to show his emotions in his actual writing 👀 (also, The one that interests me the most is the single line that just goes diagonal over NoraBona. The others are practically scratched from existence except for that one

but that is for a different post lol)

WOW that was an entire tangent lol WHOOPS

------------ NOW as for the two coming together 🥹and their actual HANDS!

Alice's must be so well kept, pristine even! With how she handles everything with care and keeps everything NICE Norton's hands welllllllll they likely a mess lol I mean look at that book, its been through the trenches fr fr Part of it could be from Benny buuuuut by gosh there are even liquid stains, bends, rips, dirt. That book barely holding on. I can't rightly blame all that on Benny LOL (and when Norton first picks up the book, I am assuming its the first time, but its not nearly as DIRTY/GRIMY LOL)

So I 10000000000000000000000000000000% agree that Alice's hands are soft and Norton's hands are rough!

Alice's unfamiliar softness and care in her touch would likely send shivers down his spine, the good kind LOL Like her placing a hand on his shoulder and it just so happens to be where a scar is hidden under his shirt and instead of flinching he unconsciously leans more into that comforting care of a touch aaahhh cause her hands could just radiate that energyyyy! Then like her asking for him to take off his gloves so she can hold his actual hands. Him just removing the right one and unconsciously trying to hide his left one, the one with the scar that goes down into the glove. Her taking his hand and finding that he runs hot to her cooler touch 👀 Norton used to touching things that are hot and dusty/dry, and hard and then here comes this soft, cool to the touch, pristine hand. That might be wild for him. OH MY GOSH, to him, "she feels like gold" 👀👏👏👏👏

Then with Norton's touch, Alice would likely find stability in his touch, especially without gloves 👀 His hand on her shoulder would radiate reassurance and help her keep her feet on the ground/ back to the present and out of her thoughts. He likely just has to touch her hand or cup her cheek and her eyes dilate and look at him and just "Oh, I was lost in my thoughts again" When she sees his other hand, though! I hc that its scarred up and burned but still retained mostly full functionality by some miracle. So when he trust her to see that hand and allow her to touch it, gosh. She knows when she is touched by him without gloves on, its special 😭and a right reserved just for her aaaahhh. She knows those hands would never hurt her 👀 they didn't even hurt her when he was chasing her AND when he was forcing the bad grape juice liiikkeee there was no physical harm done to her. She didn't even get dirty AAAHHH 😭 So after all that madness, there is absolutely no doubt that those hands will only bring care and stability for her AAHHH AND he will always catch her when needed, bringing the FAST part back in here lol

AAHHH such a great topic to ponder onnnn aaahhhhhhhhhhhh 🥹🥹👏👏👏👏👏

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flagellant · 1 year ago

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so, I'm now going to get my favourite tori shoyu ramen for dinner and I blame it entirely on you bringing up the shoyu mysteries again ;P (this ramen place is so good they use the good stuff, a thing I didn't realise was why it tasted so good before reading your treatise on the history of soy sauce, thank you so much I was legit fascinated)

Nooooooooo I have literally already eaten so much tonight and you're making me hungry againnnnn...you can't do this to me....

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samaraxmorgan · 6 months ago

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Hello it is me, the Yap Anon but in my true form, before I yapped again I drew some eyes and i wanted to share them because I think the colors are cool.

NOW TIME TO YAP, OK SO I KNOW I KEEP GIVING YOU LIKE SUGGESTIVE-ISH IDEAS SO YOU GET AN ANGSTY ONE, SO WHAT IF HEAR ME OUT HERE, WE COME HOME FROM A LONG DAY AT WORK TO FIND SUKUNA OPENING THE DOOR AND WE LOOK AT EACH OTHER BEFORE SUKUNA SAYS 'Where the hell have you been?!' WHICH SHOCKS US BEFORE WE REPLY SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES OF 'Work' AND SUKUNA MUMBLES SOMETHING UNDER HIS BREATH ABOUT OUR JOB WORKING US TO DEATH AND HE TAKES OUR HAND (How scandalous) AND BRINGS US INSIDE SETTING US ON THE COUCH BEFORE SCOLDING US FOR NOT TEXTING HIM WHERE WE WERE AND WE RESPOND WITH SOMETHING LIKE 'Why would you care' OR 'it's not like you'd notice or care' WHICH MAKES SUKUNA MAD SO HE GRABS OUR FACE AND MAKES US LOOK INTO HIS EYES WHILE HE SAYS 'I do care, no matter how much it seems I don't I care, please, don't worry me like that again' AND WE'RE JUST SPEECHLESS BECAUSE WTF SUKUNA CARES ABOUT US AND WE GAWK AT HIM BEFORE COMPOSING OURSELVES AND HUG, PLUS SNUGGLING AS A TREAT BECAUSE :3

IM SORRY I KNOW THIS IS STRUNG TOGETHER HORRIBLLY BUT I THINK IT'S SUCH A FUN IDEA FOR SOME SILLY ANGST, I'M SORRY IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT.

REMEMBER HAVE AN AMAZING DAY/NIGHT :DDDD

HELLO BABE GOOD TO SEE U AGAINNNNN!!! True form I LOVE THAT FOR YOUUUU <3 and I loveeeee the drawings they look SO COOL!! The colors are so nice I love it!!

AAAAAA HIM BEING SO LOWKEY POSSESSIVEEEEE!!!!! SOOOO I have a very similar thing coming in a part soon!!!! We’re out in the city with him and we lose our phone and he spends HOURS trying to find us hehehehe :) he’s so MAD when he finally tracks us down but it’s just because he was worried fucking sickkkkkk

Ugh the idea of him shit talking our job I love it askalakk <3 I used to work at a place that treated me like SHIT and I knowwww he would fucking storm in there and curse my old boss out!!! King!!! And also I bet he HATES us having to stay late and work overtime because he’s always secretly staying up waiting for us to get home, both bc he wants to spend more time with us but also because he wants to make sure we’re safe!! I bet after something like this he would ~casually~ suggest downloading Life 360 ASKAKKAKS

God I know he was pacing around the apartment constantly checking the time watching as we were supposed to be home at one time but then an hour goes by, and another, and ANOTHER and he’s losing his MIND thinking something happened to us. I’m not gonna get too into it bc I don’t wanna spoil BUT I have his backstory planned out and let’s just say… he’s not exactly accustomed to regular every day jobs and he’s also VERY afraid of losing the people he cares about. So the first time we stay late at work he’s in a full PANIC

He doesn’t mean to lash out, but he tends to show fear through anger. We think he’s being over dramatic, unreasonable, but he’s got past trauma that we’re not aware of; and believe me he IS relieved that we’re okay, but his emotions are running HIGH and he’s having a hard time keeping them contained.

And when we ask him why he would care he’s stunned into silence. His mind is running, because how could we POSSIBLY think he doesn’t care? How bad has he been with showing us how important we are to him? Do we really think he doesn’t value us? He’s always been a firm believer that actions speak louder than words, but for once he realizes that he’s gonna need to communicate verbally, as much as it kills him to do so.

He’s not exactly graceful with his words, but we can tell that he’s TRYING. His hands cupping our cheeks to keep our gaze locked on his and the look in his eyes is so serious, so genuine. He DOES worry about us, he DOES care for us, and he tries so hard to hide it because he hates being vulnerable, but for us it’s worth it <3 We give him a hug and he squeezes us a little too tight that it hurts, he waits a little too long to let go, his fingers linger a little too much on our skin, and the look he gives us is a little too close to lovestruck, but how could we be sure?

And I got a LITTLE TOO carried away ASSKAKAK ANYWAYYYY!!!! If u couldn’t tell I LOVED this idea hehe

I hope you have a wonderful day :) !!!!

#ask box #yap anon #roommate Sukuna au

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seokmattchuus · 4 months ago

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yesss! jay said he'd only been singing seriously for 6-7 months when he went on under nineteen.

LIKE?!?!?!?! BRO?!?!?!?! HOW WAS HE SO GOOD ALREADYYYYYY

and YES about the concept thing. bdu's flower stage where they were in those black fits was EVERYTHING I'd been craving omg, I've been wanting a bg with a concept like iz*one (thought that stage was more like izone + purple kiss + a hint of taemin's solo stuff imo) SO BADLY and I was like THIS IS IT. like it was obvs more mature/sexy than what iz had going, but even then it kinda gave me the same vibes, with the flowers and the ✨elegance✨ idk if that makes sense lol. but yeah.

i NEED them to have that concept againnnnn! the vocals, the concept ofc, the FITS, JAYS FUCKING CHEST OUT... oh my god.

i saw the first ep of jay's late night documentary series also!! there were supposed to be 4 eps, but only 3 are up. and I'm just wondering wtf happened to the 4th one.

✨

No because people that can just sing and not sound like a dying animal (like me) piss me off ngl 😭 Like, how does it feel to be the universe's favorite

And the revival of the prime elegance concept that iz*one had would probably heal me, no matter who did it. Like, there's *elegant* concepts and then there's ✨ iz*one ✨ concepts, y'know. Maybe if we harass the company enough, we could get it down 👀

#✨ anon #i will never be over how iz*one and x1 was done. they deserved better and we deserved the music we never got to see 😤😤😤😤#like. everyone and their mom is doing hot girl shit or cute girl shit. give me the queen shit !! i want panorama on crack 😭✊🏻#mnet fumbled and no one wanted to pick up where they left off smh. cowards they are !! 😭😭😭😭#kpop problems

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forsty · 6 months ago

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1 5 6 7 8 9 21 40 41 42 for the movie/film ask bait (i hope it's not too many i'm sorryyyyy) <3

what is your favorite film of all time?

THIS QUESTION AGAINNNNN.... answered it here !!

5. name a movie you put on to cry to

I never put on a movie for the sole reason for it to make me cry, I'm an easy crier so I really don't need to put something on for that reason 😭I tend to avoid putting on movies like that because it can be really goddamn exhausting, so if I'm gonna watch a movie I KNOW will make me cry I gotta be mentally prepared for it. Some real tearjerkers are the Homeward Bound movies and Hachi: A dog's Tale

6. do you prefer movie theaters or your couch?

I do kinda prefer my own couch cause the movie theater in my town is very small and not super comfortable (they have upgraded in the later years, it used to be worse). But I do love going to the theater too!

7. name a movie you’re emotionally attached to?

answered here!

8. what’s your comfort film?

answered here!

9. guilty pleasure movie?

Imma be entirely honest and say I don't really believe in the whole guilty pleasure thing (FOR ME personally, not for other people!). After I started enjoying things wholeheartedly and not care about being cringe and all that, the whole "guilty pleasure" kinda lost all meaning to me. I think the CLOSEST thing might be the Twilight movies? I don't really like those movies and really don't care for them but I do LOVE how they did the werewolves. I like watching those scenes with them big woofers

21. favorite animated film?

Probably Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (2002) ! The way they animated and told the story with animals that don't even speak, facial expressions and body language REALLY gets to me. I think it's awesome and very unique. I can't think of any other animated movie that has done that and done it so well.

40. a film you think everyone should see at least once

41. name three movies you consider “classics”

Waterworld, JAWS, Harley Davidson and The Marlboro man

42. show me a pic of your favorite movie poster

I had this poster on my wall for like a decade before I moved out so it holds a very special place in my heart

#ask game answers #THANK YOU FOR THESE AAAH

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 1 year ago

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one single thread of gold tyin' me to you (Inotan)

A/N: Here we have day 2 of Inotan Week!!! This is being posted much later in the day than I originally wanted it to be, but oh well, at least I'm finally getting it posted now!! I'm actually really happy with the way this turned out, this is my first time writing a soulmate AU and I LOVE them sm. This world is super fun, so I hope you enjoy it!!

Pairing(s): Inosuke x Tanjiro, Kanao x Aoi

Prompt: Day 2: Flowers

Summary: At 10 years old, everyone gets their soulmate mark. Throughout their life, soulmate injuries lead to flowers. At age 22, Tanjiro finally meets the one whose initials are on his chest.

Tag(s): Soulmate AU, slight angst, child injury/abuse (implied/mentioned), fluff

Word Count: 4,329

Song Inspiration: Invisible String By Taylor Swift

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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At age 10, everyone receives their soulmate mark. The initials of one’s soulmate appears on the skin right over someone’s heart, looking as if written in their soulmate’s handwriting. For Tanjiro’s family, the appearance of one’s soulmate mark is always a big celebration. As big as someone’s actual birthday. And that’s why he found himself surrounded by his parents, younger siblings, and close friends on the day of his tenth birthday, waiting for his exact time of birth to arrive. Each of them waited with bated breath as the clock ticked closer and closer to 4:37 in the afternoon. Two minutes to go.

Tanjiro exchanges looks with his three best friends sitting on the couch with him, Zenitsu, Muichiro, and Senjuro. Muichiro looks intrigued, Senjuro seems excited, and Zenitsu seems nervous, though that doesn’t surprise Tanjiro as nervous is Zenitsu’s constant state of existence. He then looks over at his mother, who gives him a soft, warm smile that eases any doubts or anxieties he may have in that moment.

He then looks right in front of him as his sister, Nezuko, younger by only a year, walks up to him. She’s holding their father’s phone above her head, the screen lit up and facing Tanjiro’s direction to show him the time. She makes a small, happy humming noise as the time turns from 4:36 to 4:37.

“Feel anything yet, onii-chan?” Hanako asks him immediately, looking at him with wide eyes.

Their father’s hand falls to Hanako’s head, ruffling her hair slightly. “Be patient, dear Hanako, it can take a few moments to actually appear. She lets out an impatient whine as Takeo and Shigeru huff at her sides, also impatient.

Tanjiro giggles quietly at his siblings as he feels a hand touch his shoulder. He turns to his left to look at Senjuro, who gives him an encouraging smile. Tanjiro beams back at him and nods, and that’s when he starts to feel it. It’s a very strange sort of feeling. A strange tingling warmth that starts right above his heart and spreads halfway over his chest. He gasps and brings his hand up to touch where it is on instinct. As soon as he moves, everyone in the room reacts, everyone abuzz with excitement.

The redheaded little boy immediately shoots up and rushes over to the mirror hanging on the wall in the middle of the living room. He pulls his shirt off, too focused on seeing his mark to feel any sort of embarrassment at doing such a thing in front of his friends. Everyone else follows him, crowding around him as they all look in the mirror and at the newly appeared mark on Tanjiro’s chest.

Just a couple of inches underneath Tanjiro’s left collarbone are two letters in handwritten cursive. He brings his hand up to trace his finger over the initials gently. I.H.

“What kind of name starts with I?” Zenitsu asks from beside the redhead, his nose crinkling up.

Muichiro brings his hand up and flicks the side of Zenitsu’s head. “Probably a cooler name than yours.” He quips.

Zenitsu gasps and pouts, bringing his hand up to rub at the spot Muichiro had flicked. “Tanji, Mui’s being mean againnnnn.” Zenitsu whines, but Tanjiro is too focused on his mark to pay much attention to anything going on around him. As he stares at his mark, his entire body feels warm and fuzzy, like he’s tucked under a big, cozy blanket.

After a few more minutes, his mom places a hand on his shoulder while his dad holds up his shirt. “C’mon, my sweet boy, it’s time to head to dinner.” His mom tells him softly. Tanjiro slowly pulls his hand away from his chest and grabs his shirt from his dad, pulling it back over his head and turning to face everyone, unable to keep the giddy grin off his face for the rest of the day.

~*~

It isn’t until over 24 hours later, close to bedtime the next night, that Tanjiro finds out he gained more than just his soulmate’s initials. See, whenever one’s soulmate is injured, flowers appear on their body in the exact same place as their soulmate’s injury, no matter what kind of injury it is. Big or small, serious or not, there’s always flowers, and the flowers that appear with each injury represent the emotions that their soulmate feels right when they receive the injury. Eventually, once the injury heals, the flowers fade. Unless the injury scars, then the flowers stay. When the injury is bad enough to scar, there can also be phantom pains.

When someone’s soulmate already has scars by the time the soulmate mark first appears, not the most common occurrence given how young people are when the mark first appears, the flowers for the scars appear around the same time as the initials, though sometimes it takes awhile.

When Tanjiro’s mark first appeared, he never noticed any flowers marked into his skin, and truthfully, he’d forgotten that it was even a possibility. But that next night, when his mom is helping him get ready for his bath, he admits to her that both his right side and back have been quite sore all day and he’s not sure why. Her brows furrow in concern and she tugs up his shirt to inspect his side, but immediately gasps.

“Mama…?” He asks uncertainly.

There’s a deep frown on her face and she doesn’t reply, instead saying, “Arms up, sweetheart, I’d like to check your back.”

Now feeling anxious, Tanjiro does as she says, holding his arms up as she tugs off his shirt and turns him around gently in order to inspect his back. At first, there’s nothing. No movement or sound from his mom and he squirms slightly, very much wanting to know what’s going on. So, he instead turns to his sense of smell, sniffing the air around him to try and figure out what’s going on with his mom. He’s still learning to pick up the differences between each scent and what each one means, but he’s got most of them memorized, especially when it comes to those closest to him.

Filling the air is the scent of sorrow and concern and he frowns deeply. Is mama okay? He wonders. Before he can ask the question out loud, though, he feels a painful sting on his back as his mother brushes her fingers over his right shoulder blade and he immediately pulls away from her touch instinctively.

His mother sighs softly. “Honey. It seems that your soulmate has a few scars.” She says. Tanjiro’s eyes widen. She doesn’t need to say anything else, he already knows what that means.

He looks down at his side and sees a cluster of aconites and tiger lilies in a line from about an inch above his hip and down, disappearing where his clothes block his view, but from the soreness he’s felt all day, he knows that those flowers stop a few inches down the top of his thigh. Aconites and tiger lilies. He’s spent the last few years studying the meaning of each and every flower, reading through them all over and over until he had them memorized. Aconites represent fear. Tiger lilies represent anger.

He quickly turns around and moves past his mother, hopping up onto his step stool and trying his best to angle himself so that he can see the right side of his back. He manages to see just enough to know what flowers make up that scar. Calla lilies, Amaranthus, and more aconites. Sorrow, hopelessness, fear.

He faces forward again, his back to the mirror. His mother is now standing in front of him, a look of concern on her face as she watches him. He looks up at her, his bottom lip wobbling and tears pricking at his eyes. “Is my soulmate okay, mama?” He asks quietly, his voice shaky.

“Oh, sweetheart, of course they are.” She immediately reassures, pulling him into her arms and embracing him tightly, careful not to touch either of the flower clusters. He clings to her, sniffling. “These are already scars, Tanjiro. They wouldn’t be this detailed if they were fresh wounds. I’m sure your soulmate is just fine.”

He nods after a moment, pulling back and rubbing at his eyes to clear the moisture from them. “Alright, mama.”

~*~

Over the years, Tanjiro received many flowers from injuries, many of them becoming scars. A few more of those injuries were filled with the same negative emotions as his first flowers, but after about a year or so, any injuries his soulmate ended up with were filled with completely different emotions. Things like excitement, frustration, and pride. His mom and dad always say that whoever his soulmate is, they must be quite a reckless person, but Tanjiro’s just glad that there hasn’t been any more injuries or scars like those first ones. And, honestly, it’s not like Tanjiro doesn’t have his fair share of scars as well.

Tanjiro is now 22 years old and in his 4th year of university, majoring in Soulmate Botany and minoring in Biology. It’s the beginning of his first semester of his senior year and it’s also the first time he’ll be attending classes without any of his friends joining him, as none of their classes overlap this semester. But, in full Tanjiro Kamado style, he takes it only as an opportunity to make new friends. So far, he’s become friends with a sweet soulmate couple, Kanao and Aoi. The two of them have been together for the past 7 years, apparently. The two of them, along with Kanao’s brother, just moved into town not that long ago and transferred to the university.

Today was like any other day, nothing different about it at all so far. Tanjiro is waiting for Kanao and Aoi in one of the many common areas of the main university building, as the three of them planned to walk to class together. He was looking down at his phone, scrolling through some notifications, when he feels a presence approach him.

The redhead looks up and comes face to face with Kanao giving him a soft smile, Aoi not too far behind her. “Good morning, Tanjiro.” Kanao says in her quiet timber.

“Good morning to you both!” He beams at them, his ponytail swishing behind him as he puts his phone into his pocket.

As the three of them begin walking towards their next class, Tanjiro feels a slight sting that quickly fades into a warm tingle across his finger. His brow furrows and he looks down to see a new cluster of flowers covering the top half of his left pointer finger. “Huh.” He says, filled with curiosity. One of the flowers that has appeared is familiar, having seen it quite a few times. However, two of them haven’t ever appeared on his body before, not that he knows of.

“Oh? What’d your soulmate do now?” Aoi asks, looking at his finger as well with a raised eyebrow.

“Which flowers do you have now?” Kanao asks, looking just as curious as Tanjiro himself.

“Gardenia, Iris, Ranunculus. Surprise, hope, attraction.” He says automatically, like reading directly from a textbook.

“Attraction, huh?” Aoi gives him a look full of mischief. “Seems like your soulmate is exploring the field a bit.” She says teasingly.

Tanjiro snorts and shrugs, shaking his head at her. “I don’t really care if they are, Aoi. It’s not like we’ve met yet.”

“It truly doesn’t bother you?” Kanao asks, her head tilted to the side slightly.

“Not at all.” He answers truthfully. “My soulmate’s love life before we meet is nothing for me to be concerned about. As long as we end up together eventually.”

“You’re pretty weird, Kamado.” Aoi quips.

“You’re one to talk, Kanzaki.” Tanjiro quips back, nudging her with his elbow. The three of them share a laugh as they continue their walk.

~*~

Two days later, Tanjiro finally gets to meet Kanao’s brother. The two of them aren’t biologically related, though aside from that, he doesn’t know much else since it isn’t brought up in conversation very often. But today, Kanao and Aoi invited him out to lunch, telling him that Kanao’s brother would also be joining them, and Tanjiro was happy to say yes.

Entering the small restaurant near the university dorms, it doesn’t take long for him to spot Kanao and Aoi’s butterfly hair clips. As he makes his way over to the booth they’re sitting at, he spots a third person with them. He can see a full head of black to blue ombre hair pulled back in a short ponytail, bangs covering most of their forehead and almost falling into their eyes. But before he can register any other details about the person, they’re stumbling past Aoi out of the booth and hurrying to stand right in front of him right as he reaches the table.

His eyes widen slightly as his vision is suddenly filled with bright green eyes and a sweetly flustered face. “Hello!” He greets kindly, giving them a warm smile.

“H-hey!” They greet him, the person brings a hand up to rub at the back of their neck as Tanjiro hears giggles coming from the two women still sitting down.

For a moment, the two of them just stare at each other. Tanjiro finds himself completely captured by their eyes. There’s something about the bright green that reminds him of sunlight shining on fresh grass. He looks away from the person’s eyes only to observe the rest of their face. Soft, pink lips with a natural upturn, a small nose with clusters of freckles dotted all over it that spread across their pink-tinted cheeks. They were so…cute. The thought surprises him and he blinks.

Someone clears their throat right as Kanao speaks up. “Introductions, Keke.”

Those green eyes widen slightly and they hurry to take a small step back and hold out their hand for Tanjiro to shake. “I-I’m Inosuke Hasibira!” They exclaim, grinning widely.

Tanjiro finds that grin infectious and returns it with one of his own as he grabs Inosuke’s hand to shake. “Nice to meet you, Inosuke! I’m Tanjiro Kamado!” He replies, giving their hand a firm e shake before letting go. “Not to make you uncomfortable or anything, but what are your pronouns…?” He asks curiously.

“Oh!” Inosuke pulls their hand back and taps their fingers against the tops of their thighs. “Uh, w-well, any, a-all!” It’s clear their words come out louder than intended, as they wince as soon as they finish speaking. “I-I don’t really, uh, care what pronouns are used f-for me, you can c-call me anything.” Inosuke stumbles over his own words and Tanjiro can smell how nervous he is, though he’s not sure why.

Hoping to put them at ease, he gives them a warm, reassuring smile and nods. “That’s good to know, thank you, Inosuke. My pronouns are just he/him.” He informs him.

“Great!” Inosuke nods.

“You weirdos gonna sit down or what?” Aoi asks from behind Inosuke.

“Oh, of course!” Tanjiro slides in next to Aoi, Kanao on her other side and Inosuke sliding in right beside Tanjiro.

“Tanjiro, Inosuke is my brother.” Kanao informs him as she slides a menu over to him, Inosuke already grabbing his.

“I see. How are the two of you related, by the way? I know it isn’t biologically, but you never really specified past that, Kanao.” He looks between her and Inosuke curiously.

“Through marriage.” Inosuke pipes up, causing Tanjiro’s attention to settle on him. “My mama’s married to Kan’s legal guardian, Shinobu.”

“Oh, wow, that’s cool. How long have they been married?” He asks curiously.

“About nine years now.”

“That’s so sweet. They’re soulmates, I would assume?”

“Yep! Found each other a bit late, though.” Inosuke says, a slight frown appearing on their face.

“Yes, but they still found each other eventually, that’s what matters.” Kanao speaks up, and Tanjiro watches as the siblings exchange a meaningful look that he doesn’t quite understand. Then Aoi speaks, and they both return to their normal expressions.

“We ordered you a sweet tea, Tan, since we figured that’s what you’d want anyways.” She says as the waitress appears to bring their drinks to them.

“Thanks, A, that’s perfect.” He tells her gratefully as he takes the glass from the outstretched hand in front of him.

As Inosuke reaches for his own drink next, something catches Tanjiro’s eye that he hadn’t noticed before. On Inosuke’s left pointer finger, there’s a bandaid wrapped around it. “Hey, Inosuke, what happened to your finger?” He asks them, only slightly concerned.

The black-haired man looks confused for a moment, brows furrowing, before realization lights up their face and they look down at their finger. “Oh, right!” Then his expression turns sheepish. “I just got a little papercut yesterday, it’s nothing really.” He admits.

“Yeah, it’s completely nothing compared to all the injuries that she’s gotten on purpose.” Aoi says, putting great emphasis on the last two words. “Swear, this one doesn’t even know what the word “safe” even means.” She grumbles.

Tanjiro raises an eyebrow at the comment as he starts looking through the menu. “Awww, do I worry you, Miss Aoi?” Inosuke asks, peeking past Tanjiro and batting their eyelashes in a way that reminds the redhead exactly why he had to question Inosuke’s gender in the first place. Right, he said any pronouns. That means “she” as well, just like Aoi used. He reminds himself.

Aoi immediately responds with a roll of her eyes. “In your dreams, Hashi.” Kanao and Tanjiro giggle at their banter and the rest of lunch goes by filled with laughter and fun conversation.

~*~

After their first meeting, Tanjiro sees a lot more of Inosuke. The two of them don’t have any classes together, as both their majors and minors are quite different, Inosuke majoring in Photography and minoring in Art. But they walk each other to classes and meet up in the common areas or for lunch sometimes. The third time they see each other is when they exchange numbers and start talking outside of school as well.

Tanjiro finds himself enjoying his time talking to Inosuke much more than he realized that he would. In fact, he enjoys it in a way that he’s never felt before with anyone else. Senjoru, currently his roommate, keeps teasing him about it, making comments about how smitten he is with his new friend. He’s even commented a time or two about Inosuke possibly being Tanjiro’s soulmate, and while he usually just brushes off such things, Tanjiro can’t help but imagine it sometimes, being with Inosuke in that way. He can admit that it feels right. The feeling he has when he’s around Inosuke is the same one he’s always felt when he touches his soulmate mark. That same warm and fuzzy blanket wrapped around him.

Not only that, but Inosuke has the exact right initials. I.H. Inosuke Hashibira. That can’t be a coincidence, right? He questions internally. The signs are adding up and Tanjiro has noticed enough of them to convince him that he should ask Inosuke about their mark. And so, on a day in which he has the apartment to himself and no classes to attend, he invites Inosuke over to hang out for the afternoon. And now, Inosuke, having accepted his invitation, is knocking on the door.

Tanjiro opens up the door with a grin. “Hey there, Ino!”

“What’s up, Tanpachiro?” Inosuke greets, stepping past him and into the apartment.

He closes the door behind him and then turns around and gestures to the entire living room. “Make yourself at home. Do you want something to drink?” He asks them, hoping the answer is yes so that he can spend just a little more time preparing himself.

“Yeah, surprise me.” Inosuke tells him, flopping down on the couch.

Tanjiro chuckles as he walks into the kitchen and to the fridge, pulling out two peach sodas. Closing the fridge, he leans his head against it for a moment, taking a deep breath. He can do this. It’s just a simple question. ‘What are your soulmate initials and do they happen to be in my handwriting?’ Yeah, so simple. Not like the answer could possibly change his entire life or anything like that. He shakes his head at himself. There’s only one way through it and that’s to just spit it out.

He walks back into the living room. “Hey, Inos-” Tanjiro freezes as he lays eyes on Inosuke again.

In the few minutes he spent in the kitchen, his friend has adjusted his position on the couch so that he’s now upside down, now bare feet hanging off the back and head hanging close to the floor at the front of the couch. There’s nothing too surprising about the position. From what he knows about Inosuke so far, something like this is perfectly normal. The thing is, the position has caused all of Inosuke’s bangs to hang down towards the ground along with the rest of his hair, revealing their forehead to Tanjiro for the very first time since they first met each other.

And with that reveal, Tanjiro finds another piece of evidence to add to his ever-growing list that leads to the conclusion of Inosuke being his soulmate. On the left side of Inosuke’s head, is a cluster of flowers. Gardenia and Amaryllis. Surprise and determination. That in itself isn’t anything out of the ordinary, except for the fact that those flowers are in the same exact spot that Tanjiro’s scar on his forehead is at. The one he got when saving his younger brother from being hit with a steaming hot kettle. Surprise at the incident and determination to not let his sibling get hurt.

Inosuke looks away from his phone and at Tanjiro, his head tilting to the side slightly once he sees the surprised look on the redhead’s face. “Tan? You alright?” He asks.

“Y-yeah, uh, I’m fine.” He replies, taking a deep breath and shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts. “Those are some pretty flowers on your forehead.” He comments casually, walking over and setting both of the sodas on the table in the middle of the room.

Inosuke’s eyes widen slightly and Tanjiro sees a slight shade of pink come to his cheeks as he turns his body and sits on the couch normally in one motion. “Oh yeah, they are pretty cool, aren’t they?” Inosuke clears their throat.

“When did they show up?” He asks the black-haired man, sitting down beside him a little closer than he normally would.

Inosuke looks away from him, tapping his feet on the floor. “Ah, when I was about 13 or so. Been awhile.”

Tanjiro swallows and licks his lips. “Oh, cool. I got the scar on my forehead when I was 13.” He informs him.

“Really? How’d you get it?” Inosuke turns his head to face him again, the scents of anticipation, anxiety, and curiosity filling the air around them.

Tanjiro gives him a bright, warm smile. “My little brother, Takeo, was almost hit with a hot tea kettle that had been knocked over. I jumped in the way and took the hit instead, giving me this.” He taps his finger against the scar.

“Oh, wow. Sounds like something you would do.” Inosuke tells him, his tone slightly teasing. The redhead giggles a little before falling silent, neither speaking up for a moment. Then he decides to speak up again.

"Inosuke…what are your soulmate's initials?" Tanjiro asks quietly, his words barely above a whisper as he locks eyes with those bright greens.

Inosuke looks back at him, the look on his face the softest Tanjiro had seen from them. "T.K." He utters out. "Yours?"

Tanjiro sucks in a breath as soon as he says those letters, his heart nearly beating out of his chest now. "I.H."

The other man's eyes sparkle as soon as it leaves his lips. "Kanao and Aoi kept teasing me that first week we met 'cause I kept swearing that you were my soulmate as soon as I first saw you. They didn't believe me until the signs started adding up." He tells him.

A wave of warmth travels through Tanjiro. "What? In the restaurant?" He asks.

"No, idiot. In the common area, couple days before that." At Tanjiro's surprise, they continue. "I was in the room that day when you met up with them. I had just finished talking with my sister about something when the two of them walked right over to you and I watched them walk over, which led to me seeing you. I looked at you right as you looked up and it's like you were glowing." He explains.

Tanjiro feels heat rise to his cheeks, knowing without a doubt that a blush is now covering them. He scoots closer so that now their legs are pressed together and Inosuke accepts the physical contact immediately, reaching up and brushing a lock of red hair behind his ear. "I knew right then and there that I had to meet you. Talk to you. Because I knew you were the one, immediately. But then the paper in my hand - a map of the school that I was still trying to memorize - slipped and sliced a cut across my finger. It distracted me and by the time I looked back up, you had already left with Kanao and Aoi. So, I asked them to introduce me to you."

"You really knew this whole time?" Tanjiro asks him, voice full of awe.

"Of course I did. I am smarter than you, after all." Inosuke quips, some of his usual cocky attitude bleeding through. In response, all Tanjiro can bring himself to do is laugh and surge forward, pressing their lips together.

~*~

A/N: What did you think?? I have a lot of headcanons for this AU and many different scenarios rolling around in my head for it, so if you guys like this AU and want more, please let me know!!! I'd love to add more to this world and storyline ^-^ I hope you enjoyed my little story!!!

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huntunderironskies · 2 years ago

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moooooooom @gristlegrinder is trying to get me to explain the edgy battle idol boy microgenre to unsuspecting innocent people againnnnn

Anyway. Ask meme time! I always feel bad tagging people in these because I can never tell if someone finds it annoying or if someone would do them but doesn't get tagged most of the time and therefore feels left out, so if you're reading this consider it an invitation to participate. That is an @ everyone I guess. All that said, I'm going to pick randomly from both old friends (@braintapes @elderdragonapologist @darkprincecait) and some people who I see interacting with my posts a lot but who I've never really held conversations with (@brieflyinfatuated @parasitic--saint @6-piece-chicken-mcnobody) just to kick things off. Again, if I didn't tag you but this looks like fun, you can do it! But I like giving people notifications and I also like multiples of three so that's why I only actively tagged six people by name.

I went way off the rails talking about stuff so I made it harder than it should be to find the categories. For the record the categories we are talking about are: Last Song Listened To, Currently Watching, Currently Reading, and Current Obsessions should you decide to do this meme. Without further ado....

Last Song Listened To: If we're talking "listened to because I was actively seeking out music," it was apparently No Matter What by The Cat's Whiskers according to Spotify. If we're talking incidental background music, it's whatever that one BGM is in the Grammaphone Cafe in Cassette Beasts.

Currently Watching: Kingohger. Kind of. I'm way behind at the moment, I am really sorry, Cait. If drama tracks/radioplays count I've been picking through Magatsunote and just wrapped up the first season. It's slow going because I have to translate it from Japanese which I absolutely do not speak fluently, I'm trying to finish it before Executioner starts putting out theirs in earnest. I am probably not going to make it in time.

Currently Reading: I finished An Unauthorised Fan Treatise in like. A single sitting which is rare for me, my attention span and memory retention has shrunken to nothing over the past few weeks for various reasons. A mystery novella was apparently just what the doctor ordered. What I'm actively reading now is The Backwater Sermons by Jay Hulme since poems are so much easier for me to get through when I'm having those kinds of moments.

Currently Obssessed With:

So. I'll start with the answer you're fishing for...

...but it's under a cut because I got very wordy given that I'm kind of intense about the things I like.

I don't know how to describe this other than the fact that hit music project Hypnosis Mic, in which the matriarchal government that takes over Japan after World War III legally mandates psychic damage-based bloodsports as a form of conflict resolution, absolutely printed money.

To the best of my reckoning the reason why is that a lot of the women (and a not insubstantial amount of transmascs from what I've observed, me included) who'd grown up on male idol projects like Uta no Prince-Sama and fluffy otomuke were older now and were no longer able to relate to lighthearted high school antics. But being stuck in a miserable adulthood with a world that feels like it's getting worse and worse around you and you have to struggle against the crushing pressure of a system you never asked to be born into, sometimes pitting you against people and things you love? That's relatable. Meanwhile, you still get the fun of identifying and fighting for a musical group? And there are anime boys who are in their mid-twenties to early thirties and are therefore age-appropriate for you to be thirsting after? And and the music is really good? Total goldmine.

And so a bunch of other corporations with an interest in the joseimuke market decided to make their own music projects that (mostly) take place in the dystopian near future and feature a lot of suffering and bloodshed and homoeroticism and some kind of plot they can shoehorn idol units into.

I have nicknamed this microgenre the Edgy Idol Boy Battle Anime and appointed myself the foremost expert on this esteemed field. @missmadril (...who I guess I have now tagged so she can do this tag game also now, have at it bestie) will probably back me up on having claim to it since I have no standards and will immediately watch/listen to anything that falls under that genre, also I have very little competition for that role because I'm pretty sure the EN-side fandom for Magatsunote and Executioner is literally just me.

I got onboard very early with Hypnosis Mic pre-first season and immediately knew the second that I saw Jakurai that he was going to rewrite my brain chemistry. He's a white haired (....well, grey, close enough) angel-themed character who has committed terrible crimes in the past and is wracked with guilt over it, doing everything he can to make up for his misdeeds to the point of needless self-sacrifice. What was I supposed to do, not fall madly in love with him? Now, I am still very occupied with hpmi but we're currently between plot arcs waiting for the third round of...whatever is going on after all those plot twists so in lieu of content I have been fixated on different franchises. More specifically, certain characters. I accidentally wrote essays about them. Sorry.

The shitty pictures are because, once again, the EN-side fanbase of these is me and me alone. As such there are like, zero resources out there including art assets. I tried very hard to make these screenshots of the official webpages. Please clap.

Momiji Beniyashiki

Remember how I knew sight unseen that Jakurai was going to rewrite my brain chemistry? If you forgot, just scroll up, it's like just two paragraphs above. Then you will remember.

Alright, well, here's the second character who's going to do that. Executioner only has its story/character teasers and a single out right now but so did hpmi when I first got into it and I could just instinctively feel it in my otomuke/joseimuke old guard bones. It feels like a bad arthritis day, for the record.

Now, those of you who have been in my presence for some time may be thinking "Hey, he's not Raz's type at all, since when have they been into pink haired alt fashion anime boys?" Well, you have judged me wrongly. I am somewhat less superficial than that. You see, it's all in the personality and backstory.

Momiji is an orphan who was adopted by a phantom thief who stole from the rich to give to the poor, and after finding out his dad's secret decided he was going to become a phantom thief too, owing to his own strong sense of justice. He's a pacifist with a reckless streak who sells his soul to a demon to save the world and that's why he's part of a demon-possessed visual-kei tokusatsu unit, and the other members are his adoptive brothers who are also phantom thieves. I would say this makes sense in context, but it doesn't.

I am entranced by his tboy swag and dedication to doing the right thing in defiance of conventional moral codes. For approximately one second in the latest single teaser (the full single is happening on Friday) (sorry in advance to anyone who talks to me on Friday), he was animated parkouring about the screen and I was so excited I began to vibrate quickly enough that I started clipping through the furniture like a character in a badly programmed video game. If the Asta drama track doesn't get dropped soon I will simply chew my own arm off from frustrated anticipation. I barely speak any Japanese and I've been trying to translate every single line of dialogue and lyrics he's had in my spare time just so I can keep thinking about him during this content gap. I've bookmarked a kanji dictionary because I'm functionally illiterate and I can get through maybe one sentence a day. Why must it not be Friday. I need it to be Friday.

At any rate, stan Asta because one of your alternatives is stanning for the unit that consists mostly of cops, and I think it is a moral good to join the war on crime on the side of the criminals. There's like, a bunch of medical professionals or whatever as the other alternative I guess. But come on. Heroic phantom thief siblings. There's a clear correct choice here.

Now that we have established the objectively best character in any of these edgy idol projects ever, let's move onto the next person who has infested my brain like a culture of cordyceps.

Masamune

"Oh, there's the white-haired anime boy!" you may be saying. To which I respond, "Shut up, a gentleman is allowed to indulge in certain vices."

Now, I know he did conduct a semi-judicial summary execution of a man who had resorted to crime in order to feed his family due in part to the inherently horrific socially stratified dystopia everyone lives in, and that was within the first five minutes of his appearance. So, not a great first impression. Like, the guy was threatening to shoot a hostage, but it was kind of overkill to take his head off without a second of hesitation. At least his corpse got used for like, fertilizer or Soylent Green or something, it's not totally clear other than ominous implications as to what happens to dead people in this setting. Truly a win for all the utilitarians out there!

He has a sense of justice in the worst possible way where he's completely unforgiving, uncompromising, fanatically dedicated to the group that he thinks is helping save humanity, and is incapable of seeing nuance. However, when compared to all of the unrepentant war criminals and the habitual arson-murderer and the omnicidal cult leader and the guy heavily implied to be conducting immoral medical trials on his patients, he starts looking like the least bad option. He is in the unique position of being capable of feeling remorse and he was brainwashed (as in, the cyberpunk corporation running everything rewired his neurons and memories in addition to the mundane definition of the word) so that kind of accounts for some of the "being a terrible person" thing.

He, uh, gets better about the whole fanatical devotion issue? Character growth. Like I said, least awful person in Magatsunote is a low bar to clear but he did it. Good job buddy, I am feeling an emotion roughly adjacent to pride for you.

I very, very rarely get the "I want to treat this character as my personal chew toy" response that other people seem to have. Then l I started watching Magatsunote and suddenly my list of characters I would put into a blender if given half the chance has increased tenfold. You can set a clock by the fact that whenever you think someone is redeemable, they will immediately do something that lets you down a scene after at the latest, but they're at least doing it in an interesting way. I have the most affection for Masamune in the sense I would like to gently pick him up, pat him on the head, and then fling him off a cliff instead of immediately succumbing to my own homicidal impulses. I probably don't need to though because every single person in the series is trying to kill each other, up to and including inter-unit violence and backstabbing. Why get involved when other people are going to do my work for me?

Don't take this as a knock against the series, it has some of the best writing chops out of what's otherwise a guilty pleasure genre for me, but it is very hard to recommend to people due to the absolutely bizarre premise even by the microgenre's standards (I honestly don't know how to start explaining it) and all of the characters being kind of. Like that. You need a specific mindset, part of which is an extremely high tolerance for weird anime bullshit and thinking horrible people ruining each others' lives is good wholesome fun, to genuinely enjoy it.

Wait, I'm supposed to be trying to convince people to listen to music. Uh. Stan ARK Kansakyoku, the least of many evils. Also Libra is a good song so, you know, there's that. That's the best pitch I can give his unit.

On a more normal person note, I've been having a lot of fun with Octopath Traveler 2 and I refuse to say which character has been occupying most of my brainspace because some of you will never let me live it down even though I think it is very cruel of the writers to genetically engineer a man designed to appeal to me and me alone, specifically, and I have already said way too much about my taste in men within just this post alone. Don't worry, though! I'm bi! And my taste in women is even worse. It starts with Rodya from Limbus Company and then it's all downhill from there. Listen, she was at least a tiny bit justified in that murder, don't judge me.

Actually, now that I'm thinking on it, Temenos needs to grow his hair out a few inches longer to be truly perfect for my awful tastes. So maybe this isn't a conspiracy against me. Nevertheless, further research into this concerning trend of white-haired anime boys seemingly tailored to my very specific desires is needed.

The last real obsession I have as of late is monster collecting games. I've mostly been doing a SwSh speedrun (to get Rapid Strikes Urshifu, Regileki and Spectrier) (yes, this is for competitive reasons) (at literally every turn where I had a choice I made the wrong meta one my first go around) and playing through Cassette Beasts as a more casual option. Cassette Beasts is super fun! I think it's really more of a Persona-alike than a monster catching game despite how it's been advertised but it 100% nails the late eighties/early nineties nostalgia in the best possible way. I'm so happy I got it on sale but TBH I'd say it would have still been worth it at full price with the amount of fun I've had playing it. It's also really well-designed from a mechanical standpoint IMO and I like its unique take on how type matchups should work, the fact that it uses status effects instead of just a damage multiplier gives so much more tactical weight to combat.

#thank you for the ask!#ask game

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