#kou reblogs

[fukafukas3]

Intro for us ٩( 'ω' )و

hi i’m fukase :x), I don’t know what the fuck I do here but yeah. UHH She/He but I really like She/Her :xD (sign off is an ❌)

-⚡️ Kou’s sign off, He/him please :) Kou Minamoto Fictive

-🌸 Sakura’s sign off but it’s rare when she talks apparently. She/Her, Sakura Kinomoto Fictive

-🍮 Mitsuba’s sign off, He/Xem likes them interchangeably.. Mitsuba Sousuke Fictive

-🎤 Len’s sign off, He/They same thing as Mitsuba, Kagamine Len Fictive

uhhh yeah yue said he’s gonna draw a thing for this so, waiting./evil -❌

[hanakou-often]

[fukafukas3]

Squishy..Like him alot! :) -⚡️

Trick or treat! :D -⚡️

treat! you get a Lightning Stone Kagamine Len! (x1)

[mercurymacaroons]

arrives 15 min late with a latte

......sup

[mountainsideturnip]

My laptop bricked itself THREE TIMES trying to save this as a PNG for some reason, so um. JPEG it is lol

I did not feel committed to doing a real background

[kou-minamoto-everyday]

uhhh 100 notes and i’ll redraw this panel? <3

[breadwwbutter]

Second edit!!

I’m in great emotional pain pray for me

[satorisoup]

thank you for the taggies @omitea & @white-poppie !! (>∀<*)

linkiedink !! 🍓

i tried my best to make me and kou teehee !! >//<

tags <3 ( no pressure )

@raeson @sweetfushi @chloiyoomi + anyone else who would like to join !!

[emero0]

If I had a nickel for every time my favorite character/kin played the piano, I’d have 3 nickels

If I had one for every time they were also blond, over confident, but still genuine at heart - I’d have 3 1/2 (this makes sense trust me)

[kouxbe]

✉ : yuwol (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) ( @beyuwol )

> ( dreamwaveauditions.axislabels.com ) > you should give it a shot...! > i think you'd do well ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ > you liked performing on stage didn't you ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)? and i loved watching you. > if anyone can do it, i know it's you (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

[hanakou-often]

Kou Minamoto and his boyfriend with literal bad taste <3 What do you mean you want a sauce sandwich. You had all those scrumptious ingredients and you chose not one, not two but FOUR sauces???? No meat no veggies no nothing? Just straight sauce?

New headcanon that Hanako actively encourages Kou to make the weirdest food possible for him. It started off as a (self imposed) dare then somehow snowballed into him just doing it for shits and gigs as a weekly ritual. At first Kou was sorta apprehensive about having a hand in Hanako’s tastebud’s demise but it’s fun in a ‘boys will be boys’ kind of way. I'd imagine Hanako’s sense of taste is rather dull so the more terrible the taste or texture, the more memorable it is yk? Hanako is nothing if not committed to the bit!!

A regular exchange would probably be like:

“What cha got for me this week, kid?”

“Oh nothing…” Kou suddenly whips out a baggie, a wicked grin spread across his face, “Just some killer hot dog cookies.”

Hanako inspects the bag, observing the distasteful pink chunks of sausage in the sugary treat. “Lovely. I don’t think it’s gonna beat the takoyuckies though.” (It didn’t but the hot dog cookies left a lasting impact on Hanako, for he cannot taste either of those things the same after such a monstrosity.)

[xunshinefighter]

What’s everyone’s favorite chekhov’s guns they’re waiting on rn?

Like a bit of foreshadowing that happened a while ago in a not yet completed story that you’re waiting to come to fruition so so patiently

[solarstellarstar]

Et tu, mea vita? | diabolik lovers oc fanfiction

Summary: Solar is not immune in her senior’s conquest to trample through all those who foil his glamour. Her rose-coloured lenses of him shatter.

Characters: Kou Mukami, Solar Fumika (OC)

Warnings: Psychological bullying, gaslighting, public humiliation, absolutely no shipping Solar and Kou, oneshot (potential sequel?), very melodramatic, Solar is eighteen years old here, no beta we die like Cordelia Sakamaki, unreliable narrator? (I genuinely am not sure if this counts, I am so sorry for any confusion) Words: 1,309

Love washes over Solar’s complexion as she continues to pat her own face with a compact cushion fastened to her fingers. After ensuring her eyes shimmer with enthusiasm for the fourth time, she struts into the sparkle-adorned building. It had only been eleven hours, fifteen minutes and twenty-one seconds since Solar’s official debut concert, but the taste of success seemed to already be muscle memory for the girl.

As the noirette had finally graduated from a mere idol trainee, the unwritten rule of celeb life could finally be applied. Setsuna had finally been invited to party with the stars of the industry. She could use this chance to further her appeal among her stellar colleagues. But Solar wasn’t stupid. For a freshly “rookie” idol, she already knew to keep herself from stumbling out of line. The ‘people’ present will be actors, directors, models and idols. Successful people that have never been anchored to the abyss of the charts.

But the fresh idol knew that everything will go just fine. How? She isn’t alone, of course! The star of the show (also officially known as Solar’s mind) is here. ‘Senpai’ at work, ‘Kou-kun’ at school but ‘dearest’ in Solar’s eyes (no one knew that but her, duh). He’d consistently been reliable throughout her journey to her debut. What she didn’t know, he taught. He mentored. He… fostered. Accept gifts. Sell dreams at every window of opportunity. Don’t be caught in public with a figure of the opposite sex. Book private rooms at restaurants. Don’t agree to interviews for tabloids. Despite wanting to no longer be coddled under his wing, she always found herself walking back to him whenever the situation called for it. And Kou was happy to deliver.

Was it free? Of course not. With her flaring admiration, Solar didn’t mind at all. She -equally- felt it was fair that Kou be rewarded for all his hard work. She was happy to be unofficially labelled as “his reliable, hard-working pet”, all that effort did pay off in the end. It had only been a few hours and those mediocre, underground wannabes wouldn’t even be able to kill to get a place here- if they wanted to.

And that’s not to say that it was a wonderful stroke of luck that Setsuna had made it. The journey was far from a smooth marble path. Twenty minutes after her debut concert had concluded, peculiar… inconveniences attempted to pester her when she went to go rest backstage. Trinkets located in her purse began to just not show up. Whenever the girl tried to put on a cute cardigan, strange prickly sensations would poke into her back.

It must be that addictive feeling and high of success. Anticipation overshadowed those short-term memories of where she left her belongings and the eagerness to experience all of it again must have made the hairs on the back of her neck stiffen up. Oh, how it hurts to be victorious.

Directors downing drinks on the right, actors passing kisses on the left. Kou wasn’t kidding when he said that these parties’ atmospheres were heavy.

Him. Him. Him. Him him him him…!

He was all she could think about. Solar didn’t dress up in his favourite colour for nothing, after all. She doesn’t intend to cling to his sleeve and be his arm accessory for the whole evening, but using every opportunity to bond with him would be delightful. They had so much in common now! He would still be the respectful mentor to her… but she was no longer a little amateur, trainee A.

After exchanging sugary salutations with the others, the golden shine of his hair reflected into her deep lavender pools. Over at the food table. With a friendly smirk and a high flick of the wrist, he ushers his kouhai to come over to him from afar.

And that enchants Solar like a spell. She contentedly trudges over to him in her two-inch kitten heels. “Kou-kun!!”

“Hey~ look at you! So brave of you to show up here on your first day.” His charms made the air around him more pleasant to take in, god. The blond’s familiar but warm smile is enough to make her go weak in the knees. Kou’s cerulean eyes flickered up and down her appearance. That only put Solar more on the spot as she feverishly averts her gaze.

“It’s mostly thanks to you.”

He tilts his head in amusement at that statement. Curious, he observed, “Feeling extra unsparing with your compliments tonight, are we?”

Too suffocated in the engulfing feeling of flattery, she opens her mouth but her response is delayed too late to the point that multiple of the other attendants already surround Kou. Setsuna watches as they casually interact with him as if Kou had gone out to drink with all of them for years. Her lips curve with contentment, radiant at the fact that Kou’s presence is being appreciated. Not wanting to disturb anything, she directs her attention to a few snacks on the table.

Pudding sits a bit further behind the fruit punch bowl. Her lilac eyes glisten at the sight of it. She reaches over for it and closes her eyes in satisfaction once it reaches her mouth.

“Aha- hey, this is my colleague-” Her temporary ecstasy of sweets is interrupted (very much not to her dismay) by a gentle hold on the shoulder. She is gently pulled to her senior’s side, being shown off to his friends as if she were a trophy.

And to be fair, Solar was quite the achievement for any mentor.

Obviously, she can’t shy away from socialisation at a party so she darlingly beams at the bystanders. A minor ‘squeak’ sound escapes her lips when Kou soothingly pats the top of her hair. It was… kind of patronising? But the idol told herself she didn’t mind. “Solar.” He slightly leans down and fully faces her. Right, she’s only wearing her kitten heels which made her at least ten centimetres shorter than him. “Can you get me a drink, please?~”

Goddamn, that sickenly sugar-rotting tone worked wonders on the girl. With an obedient nod, the noirette turned back to the food stand to reach and fetch a cup for the boy. Kou glimpses over to his companions as if to say, “Look what I’m about to do.”

By the time Solar reached over for a cup, the second she blinked she was arched over the table. Her head immersed in a citrus lake. The flavours flowing into her mildly gaped expression. Before she could even begin to process what Kou had done to her, Solar is yanked up from the bowl by the back of her head.

The muffled waves of voices are soon cleared into a plethora of “oooh”, “aaaah”s, giggles and chuckles. Main instigator? Mister Senior himself.

The woman glances at all the faces laughing with her. She hadn’t even noticed that she was awkwardly going along with all their chuckles and laughs. The woman glances over to the boy holding her by the hair. The grip was firm, but it didn’t hurt. So it couldn’t have been malicious.

“Hehe~ Just a joke, Setsuna-chan.”

He didn’t mean it. It was just a joke. It was just for fun. Why couldn’t she take a joke? It was a joke.

She was a joke.

One last strained smile and Solar then pushes through the crowd, simultaneously taking out her phone. No one would notice she left. They’re all too busy laughing, anyway.

Hhromi csn yu pelase pcik me up?? please??

Nevermind. The world doesn’t wait for people like her. The woman’s nosy and over-protective friend would just be more of a burden than an escape. Time doesn’t slow down. Not even a little bit.

Solar holds the ‘backspace’ button on her unsent message as her chest suffocatingly tenses up.

[ivaeow]

requested by:: @epsilon-system

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[pocketpen]

Uuuuuuhhhhh I don't really have much art to post so here's some memes ig?

Hahaha hyperfixations am I right