#lookit me making myself a liar

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Maou-jou 9 - 12 (FINAL) | Idolish7 s2 10 - 15 (FINAL) | SLS 2

I’ve been holding off new seasonals because of other things, but after I post this I’ll have enough time to get around to them. That’s why I can’t guarantee winter 2021 seasonal tags on this post...maybe the next one will have them...

Maou-jou 9

…it seems shopping channels even are the same in the demon world.

Now even the demons have quests! (The frame is different to the princess’s, though.)

Oh! The quest failed.

Neo Alraune: in flower language, “the 2nd coming of happiness”. The worry from a little while ago was, “I’m worried about my brother.” The worry from recently: “I didn’t think about being happy that the princess didn’t kill my brother.”

The penguin demons are pretty cute!

Don’t you know how parents forbid children from sleeping until they finish all their homework? Must be something like that.

Yoku ganbarimashita! – Syalis worked hard!

LOL, mental age: 3. Poseidon likes cute things…I can’t read a lot of this…the hardsubs cover the JPN text.

They…both succeeded! (…LOL?)

Maou-jou 10

Owarinocity = Endopolis. It’s a good equivalent, if I do say so myself.

…oh yeah. What happened to Alraune? Update: There she is!

Also, that blonde guy in the infomercials doesn’t look too bad…*makes chef’s kiss gesture with one hand* Nice.

I wonder, was Twilight once human…?

LOL, there’s a goat symbol on the cleric’s pyjamas. Also “first time”, LOL.

I think they were playing shiritori at one point.

Hanamaru saikou yoku dekimashita!

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…How does one “sleep cheerfully”, anyway?

I think I saw Twilight drop something…some kind of paper…

Aw, Twilight blushing is kinda cute!

LOL, 70s shoujo style. Also, “It cannot be!”

Whoa, she cancelled it?!

I read up on this series on TV Tropes…and apparently the Demon King captured the Princess in her sleep.

Kagemusha? Like a ninja or something?

Apparently the Demon Cleric is much older than he looks.

Ooh! Hypnos is back!

A-whatsit really is abysmal levels of stupid!!! (LOL)

Maou-jou 12 (FINAL)

Who’s that one tiny guy occupying one of the Ten Kings’ seats?

*watching after Christmas, about a week after the anime finished* This is not seasonally appropriate!

…*thinks for a second, then spits* That’s the 2nd Nemu in the fall 2020 season!!!

Ooh, the head paladin doesn’t look that bad, either.

“…is it good to be…”

“…has seized the princess!”

“…that demon king is rather cute.” – See? Someone agrees with me.

Anyways, that was a fun series. See you soon!

Idolish7 s2 10

…Back at it after so long…(I can’t help it though – Crunchyroll, per month, is about double the local Funimation sublicensor’s fees, and for much less content that’s worth my money to boot!)

I’ve always thought Momo was like Sasara (HypMic), so seeing him anguished hurts me in the kokoro too…

I know Banri was involved with Re:vale somehow…this must be it.

…Male idols are also popular among men? Is this why there are 8 (!!!) idol anime in winter 2021 alone…? (Also, that’s why HypMic became popular? Multidemographic appeal crossed over with obvious merchandising opportunities?)

It’s kind of scary how Momo stepped the formality towards Yuki like that (to -san).

I guess in his heart Momo still reveres Yuki, some way or another.

The rakugo curtain really sold the moment that they (current Re:vale) were acting like an old married couple.

Yay! Silver Sky is such a cool song! Of course I recognised the intro when it came on.

…I see. The elder Kujo is entrusting his dream to Tenn, so that’s why he banned Aya from seeing Tamaki. However, it’s hard to know what to feel when Aya speaks in the vaguest terms possible.

I think that was a special ending for only this episode. I don’t know what its name is, but I guess I might recognise it on Spotify one day.

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LOL, Nagi’s reaction.

Considering the ‘rona is getting worse outside our very windows as we speak (type?), I think it’s correct to be concerned about your future right now.

Looking at these narrow streets reminds me of going to eat hotpot at the end of my Japan trip…only Japanese streets look like that, I think. Hong Kong’s streets are more crowded than that and America likes their suburbia.

Of course, when you say hajimemashite (nice to meet you), someone’s gotta say it back, hence the reply.

Considering there are people all over the world watching the Idolish7 anime, I would say you are telling the world about I7, Riku.

Oh! Restart Pointer! There was an MV for that one…I think it was around the time Idolish7’s MVs started getting better.

So this is the context around the new outfits! Cool!

There have been way too many puns about “idol” being…y’know, “ai (love) doll” and stuff like that…

I have one Twitter person who I follow (DejiNyucu, part of the creative team for Autumn’s Journey) because I don’t get much I7 content and they keep mentioning this “Haruki” person…and suddenly a “Haruki the Betrayer” showed up in the graffiti…they might be the same person, I think. Not Deji, but Haruki. Update: Sakura Haruki, perhaps…?

Sougo’s such a bad liar…

Sometimes, the best way to deal with things is to be direct…(I’m not very good at that, I naturally talk in a very roundabout sort of way.)

Sougo with long hair like Yuki would be really pretty… (<- has an obvious thing for guys with long hair)

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Nagi’s stupid accent is generally what he’s best remembered for (for me), so seeing him speak normally, and do a press conference on top of that, is…impressive.

A kabedon on top of all this! Whoa!

Shibuya 109 parody…? (I’ve seen that once or twice – parodying that means people know their stuff about Shibuya.)

I think the “it’s overflowing!” is referring to the hype in the “room”.

…this dejected Momo is worrying…(well, he is worrying and I am worrying about him.)

Oh, I see. The person responsible typed the letter so that they couldn’t be traced back. Kind of like those old movies where the culprit would cut letters out of newspapers to make threat mail, but…with even less traces than that, because cutting letters out leaves evidence.

…wow, it took a while for this ep. to have an intro…

…LOL, I just spotted Kenjiro Tsuda cited as the “fake Zero”, meaning the real one might never show up this season.

There’s something really stupid and infectious about these managers’ enthusiasm for drinking energy drinks. It puts a goofy smile on my face.

Is Musubi Tsumugi’s mother…? Update: Yes, she is.

…Wait, so the Chiba Shizuo guy is actually important?!

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Whenever someone says “by the way”, it means they’re changing the subject. I hate to state to obvious, but Sougo is clearly deflecting the topic of conversation from being about him.

I wonder if this guy (Haw9) is the actual Zero graffiti vandal…?

Hmph, I didn’t realise Tenn doesn’t refer to Kujo-san as his father, but…like that (“Kujo-san”) instead.

Oh hey! These are shots from Vibrato!

Most dramas can be solved with the power of Good Communication. That includes this one.

I feel like “he has a dark side” describes both Tenn and Kujo-san.

“Everyone, remember to wash your hands and gargle thoroughly.” – This is always a good thing to remember in the time of ‘rona. Reminds me of Jakurai’s line in ARB (<- this game started just after the ‘rona came down).

What did Sougo go to uni for (what specialisation)?

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I just realised Banri calls Momo -kun. Hmm…

Denki = electricity, LOL.

I feel like Tenn is basically Ramuda, give or take actual pink hair…guys in musical groups with pre-existing angst that they become the “centre” of. The fact Fling Posse have Saito Soma and so do Trigger strengthens the connection.

I would watch the heck out of a musical like that! Make it come true, Idolish7! (Also, today is I7 day! I’m not much of an I7 fan outside the anime, but…that’s cool!)

That shot of them jumping! I remember seeing it on the official site before!

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There you go! I was wondering where Banri’s injury was – that was the only bit that didn’t add up for him to be Yuki’s old partner.

Hmm…Momo is 4 years younger than Yuki but 2 years younger than Banri…

This episode has a real concert vibe to it, to the point where I got startled by how loud the yell was at one point. (Even if it is mostly stills.)

LOL, lookit Okazaki!

Apparently, if you’re a hako oshi, you like all the members of a group. Someone with a green light and a pink light likes both members of Re:vale.

LOL, Usagi for Asahi beer.

…I forgot Nagi is 19.

…Ooh, I think that’s the kid from ZOOL. No wonder they needed a season 3!

That’s all. See you next time!

SLS 2

“fine and upstanding person” – That’s…hard to believe, Hayato.

I wonder how many bois Toboso designed for SLS…?

…The episode title is actually “Blank”. Not “Break”.

One of the guys’ shirts says moteki on it. That’s a period in one’s life where one enjoys more romantic attention than usual, literally “popularity season”.

The subs missed an I, so initially I knew Kiriyama’s name as “Kiryama”.

There are meant to be 2 wings, right…?

“He who controls information controls everything, right?” – For once, I’m surprised Hayato is right (and not just in that smug way of his).

“…I’m being treated like a manager.” – But Hayato is a manager! (In a sense.)

The plait guy jumps to nicknames really fast…also, why do I get the feeling Maeshima will lose the key?

I hate to say this Maeshima, but I side with your childhood friend (Kiriyama) here. As much as the anime wants me to back you, I’m watching for everyone else at this point.

That blocky building looks pretty cool. I think Zel (Archi-Anime) would like it.

Sasugai’s setup looks pretty cool, including his chair.

…hmm, Maeshima’s like me in a sense. I learn best by copying others, but memory is my best asset. If I don’t regularly train the fundamentals, I suck at everything. That said, I don’t have an eidetic memory. Also, I didn’t quite figure out Ken = Ken(sei Maeshima) until I watched long enough to connect the dots.

LOL, Derry’s. (<- reminded of a word for “butt” <- derriere)

Well, the guy’s (Souta…?) shirt does say moteki…

Kiriyama kinda looks like Jyuto (HypMic), come to think of it…Right down to his angry streak (although Jyuto has a reputation to keep as a “cool dude”, while Kiriyama is more of a Manza (Boueibu HK) and he’s more angry than he looks).

…This ED is nothing special.

…Hmm? Is that a small Terauchi and Maeshima…?

I think I’m sold for now, but I’m rooting for the other team, not Maeshima’s…not yet, anyways.

[marumaruowl]

Ou/masai Week Minific #2

--Love/Hate

“I Love This, Dingnugget”

Chubby Sh/uichi, HPAU. Explanation for the title is that “dingnugget” is something I find myself saying in my head a lot, and I have no idea where it came from? But it definitely sounds like something Ou/ma might say. 

WARNING: This one contains a bit of self-depreciation and internalized fat-shaming and some cruel teasing. But it does turn all fluffy and positive in the end. 

Everyone knew Shuichi Saihara as the heavyweight detective…the massive mystery-solver, the pudgy private eye…and he loathed it. Shuichi’s mother and father were thin, attractive, always in the spotlight…but Shuichi himself took after his uncle instead—lumpy and bulgy and wide…an intellectual who spent all his time indoors, poring over documents and stress-eating snacks. And he couldn’t stand it.

Shuichi felt as if his entire class was staring at him, crammed behind his desk, the soft upper roll of his belly pressing into it, the wide cheeks of his behind bubbling over the sides of his chair. He felt foreign in his own body, the excess flesh wobbling here and there as he moved about, the thick meat of his thighs squishing together.

He’d been teased for it, of course. There was some sort of rumor that every class at Hope’s Peak had to have a “fatty”, and Shuichi was theirs. Some people actually defended him, but…no matter what, he still felt horrible about his own body.

He could barely stand to look in the mirror, to see himself captured in class photos, a large, dark blob in the background, desperately trying to hide. He’d been wearing a hat for most of his life, out of that same feeling of needing to hide. He was far, far, too visible, too exposed everywhere he went. He just felt so, so awkward and ashamed.

Shuichi was often the last to leave the classroom, stating that he wanted to get a head start on his homework, but the truth was, he just didn’t want to walk out amongst his other classmates. His healthy, normal, attractive classmates… But that day, just as Shuichi was scribbling, trying to discreetly write up a diet plan for himself, something interrupted his peace, completely shattering his hopes for a fairly pleasant afternoon.

“Heeeeey, there, blubberguts! How’s it going?”

Suddenly, he was there, in the doorway, hurriedly scurrying closer…one of the people Shuichi would have least liked to see. Kokichi Ouma was suddenly right there, standing beside his desk and giving him a classic shit-eating grin. Kokichi Ouma…one of the tiniest, scrawniest boys in the entire school, and a prankster who loved getting on everyone’s nerves.

Shuichi couldn’t say their interactions had always been negative—he’d caught Kokichi staring at him in class a few times, giving him a wan, almost secretive little smile. But this was the Ultimate Supreme Lying Sack of Shit, so you could never really tell with him.

“Um…good afternoon, Kokichi.” Shuichi knew by now that ignoring him would just make the situation worse. He’d be faced with a flood of whining and fake crying, and it just wasn’t worth it in the end.

“Lookit, Shumai!” Suddenly, Kokichi whipped out a coaster-sized chocolate chip cookie, holding it up in triumph. “I got a cookie today, for being such a good boy! Are you proud of me?”

“I…highly doubt that,” Shuichi spoke, and it was almost a relief to take his mind off his own self-loathing for a few seconds. “I think it’s a much more likely possibility that you swiped it from someone.”

“Whaaaaaat?!” Kokichi bit down on his lip, summoning crocodile tears that pooled at the edges of his sly, purple eyes. “How could you, Shuichi?! Aren’t you supposed to be the Ultimate Detective? What sort of detective accuses people without any solid proof?! Just because you hate me? That’s so mean!!”

With a sigh, Shuichi flipped his notebook closed—if he saw that he’d been writing a diet plan, he’d tease him to no end. “My ‘evidence’ is that you’re a self-proclaimed liar…and I don’t hate you, Kokichi.” I hate myself much more than I could ever hate you. The self-depreciating line flowed so naturally out of his head, he almost spoke it aloud.

“Nyeeheehee! Well, that’s some solid evidence! I am a pretty heinous liar.” Kokichi’s expression was back to his usual grin in a split second. Tauntingly, he began to wave the cookie in front of Shuichi’s face, up and down, and he pointedly didn’t look at it. “I bet you want it, though! You tooootally want it, don’tcha? I see that look in your eyes, piggy…”

“I’m not even looking. And I definitely don’t want your cookie. Just because I’m big doesn’t mean I want to eat everything in sight, you know.”

“Uh-uh! I think I’ve found another liar like me!”

His voice was the telltale singsong of someone needling and teasing, and it was crawling up Shuichi’s spine, grating into his nerves in the worst way. “Kokichi, please…”

And then, all at once, Kokichi shoved the cookie straight into his open mouth.

“Ahhmmmff!!”

The little demon only cackled with glee as Shuichi scrunched backwards, feeling his soft chins bunch up below his jaw and absolutely hating every second of it. Bony fingers were suddenly pinching his cheek, stretching it out and laughing, laughing.

“Ahahaha! Look how far I can pinch it out!”

Shuichi moaned and wanted to spit the cookie right out, but…that would be gross, that would be a waste of food. And he’d always been taught to never, never waste good food. His eyes squeezed shut, just trying to block it all out—the feeling of his padding flesh, the shameful weight of the cookie in his mouth, the noise of Kokichi’s horrendous, teasing laughter… It was no use.

A tear formed at the edge of his eyelid, spilling over the roundness of his cheek, and Kokichi immediately let go when he noticed. Thank God…his cheeks were starting to sting. “Mmwhy…’re you doowing dis?” He had to speak around his full mouth, his awful, stupid voice all mumbled and gross. “W-Why?” Just leave me alone…

“Why?” When Shuichi opened his eyes again, he could see Kokichi standing back, crossing his arms, his expression unreadable—perhaps a little ticked off. “Really? Do I really have to spell it out for you? Are you that dense as well as thick?”

More tears began to poke at the edges of Shuichi’s eyes, hot and sharp. His chest felt as if it might cave in. If only the whole classroom would just collapse on top of him. If only he was anywhere, anywhere but here, now…

“Because you’re just soooo easy to tease like this—it’s so fun making a fatty like you cry”. He was sure it was coming—he was completely certain those would be the next words out of Kokichi’s smirking mouth. So sure, he just wished he could pound that mouth in before it got a chance to speak those awful, hurtful words.

Kokichi moved closer…and his hands were pressing, pushing into Shuichi’s cushy, bulgy side, rounding out from under his bent elbow. “It’s…it’s cause I love this, dingnugget.”

Well…that was slightly unexpected.

“W-Wuv…h-huwrting…me?”

“Noooo, gosh…” Kokichi exhaled. And his eyes were narrowed, but sliding awkwardly to the side. “Geez, I really have to…” Was that…a tiny bit of pinkish blush on his cheekbones?

Gently, almost tenderly, Kokichi was nudging at his elbow, and despite himself, Shuichi found himself complacently lifting his arm, pulling a little bit back from his desk. Kokichi’s hands, and then his entire arms were squishing into Shuichi’s plush, luscious belly, barely contained by his suit jacket. But before he could yell or cry or swat him away, Kokichi was bending in close, his voice almost…gentle.

“…I love this. I love this…I love your softness…” With a thoroughly contented smile, Kokichi sank his cheek directly into the cushion of that tummy, even sort of nuzzling a little bit.

A warmth began to pool into Shuichi’s own cheeks as well. As much as he hated being touched, he hated anyone calling attention to his excess weight, this felt…this felt weirdly nice. The way Kokichi was massaging him now…it was so affectionate. Did he really…Was this really not a lie?

“And that’s definitely…definitely not a lie.” Kokichi’s voice was soft and slightly muffled as he pressed his face into Shuichi’s middle.

Shuichi found himself biting down…removing the cookie from his mouth and taking in a bite. “And that’s…why you teased me so much? Because you…like me being fat?”

“No…no, I love you being fat. Eehee…”

Looking down, Kokichi’s face was so flushed, smiling with so much genuine mirth, Shuichi couldn’t help but smile a little in return. Hesitantly at first, he reached out, cupping Kokichi’s bony little shoulder with his soft hands. Kokichi folded in, just barely fitting himself onto his lap…and entirely burying himself in the warm, living pillow of Shuichi’s body. Shuichi’s arms wrapped around him, fully blanketing him in plush, protective softness, and he let out a tiny sigh.

“Mm… Oh, gosh… I love you, Shumai. I love your body just as it is right now. It’s marvelous…it’s so, so comfy. Just…let me stay here a while?”

His entire demeanor had melted, becoming so unexpectedly sweet, Shuichi almost couldn’t believe it was real. Any moment, Kokichi would leap out of his arms and start laughing in his face again. But the feeling he was getting…the lovely, gentle aura he felt inside his embrace was just so, so very genuine.

“…Of course.” Shuichi pressed his own cheek to the top of Kokichi’s ruffled hair, hearing him hum quietly in response.

Maybe…maybe it wasn’t so bad. If his bulgy pudginess could comfort this tiny body, envelop him in soothing security… If he loved it so much…

Kokichi’s careful hands gently pinched up to his sides to the rolls of his back, massaging and rubbing and feeling every inch of precious body padding he could reach.

If it could make him this happy, this content…maybe it wasn’t that bad. He loved it. He truly, deeply loved it. So…so he would try his best to love it, too.