#my dude likes a story flavour and that story flavour he gets!!

[psalmsofpsychosis]

if i had a nickel for everytime a Cameron Monaghan character made a cult and became a prominent religious figure i uhh

uhhhh

[anime-grimmy-art]

...I think I gotta explain myself, huh

Ppl on Insta have seen this on my stories already, but about a month ago, when I was sick and stuck in bed, I was like, you know what? fuck it, might as well catch up on Genshin lore.

And let me tell you I was delighted to see how interesting the lore of this world was. Like, it tickled the same part of my brain I get from Monster Hunter or Legend of Zelda lore, so I am not at all suprised that I got into it.

I was suprised, tho, how much I fell in love with certain characters. Like, I HAVE played this game before (but dropped it) and I was kinda up to date on the characters since so many of my artist friends are in the fandom, so me falling in love with Kaeya got me like ????? Ive known him forever and only now I get excited when I see him??? And then Tartaglia somehow slipped into my "(unhinged) babyboy" sector and you know, digging into lore with these two gave me plenty of stuff to read through.

But then

I read up on Sara's backstory and it's so deliciously tragic, and after I finished Inazuma it dawned on me how much angst potential suddenly lay before her, and man, I just rly fell in love with her ngl.

and, ofc, the last puzzle piece in my obsession, good ol Itto. Funny thing is back when he came out my friends tried to lure me into Genshin with him cos he's the bulky dude of the bunch but I somehow didnt dig his style at all. Few years later and he's like, one of my favs, I love him with all my heart, Oni himbo baby boy, so funny and too good and stupid for this world.

Suffice to say, height difference, opposites attract and forgotten past together made me instantly fall into the Ittosara ship hole. Theyre like another flavour of Vashmeryl to me.

[yukishirostar]

So people are talking about a post in the Zolu tag by a certain tumblr user in regards to their issues with Zolu as a ship. They shall be unnamed because i dont wish to bring attention to them and instead just want to focus on their arguments because they're not the first people to make some of these points and so this is also an opportunity for me to talk about these things (a tweet is going around on Twitter containing these screenshots with the username so you can find it there if you need to anyway).

The way this person dismisses the relationship between Zoro and Luffy as a result of needing to pair gay Zoro with someone is too laughable, they must be very fit in order to be able to do these mental gymnastics. I believe that many people who are going on about the Zolu scenes in the OPLA were already Zolu shippers who were familiar with the original story and are enjoying the moments because they were well, really good Zolu moments? And there is actually, shockingly, many good Zolu moments in the original story too which is why many people ship them. Wild, I know.

Then there's 'straight-washed Sanji'. Equally if not more of a bizarre thing to believe. I might make some people mad especially the Sanji stans out there who constantly insist on the 'repressed queer' narrative with his character, but Sanji is written pretty explicitly to be seen as a cisgender and heterosexual character. The way you say with your whole chest that Luffy is 'canonically' aroace but don't acknowledge that Sanji is 'canonically' cishet is beyond hypocritical. If you believe Sanji looking like a 'misogynistic straight man' is different from the way he is written in canon then maybe you should go back and reread/rewatch series with your eyes open this time. If you wish to headcanon him with the frankly offensive repressed bisexual/transgender cliché then go ahead, but that is clearly not the intention Oda has with his character.

There's also the fact that aroace people can uh. Be in relationships. Get married. Have children. Did it occur to you that many people who ship Zolu ship them as an ace couple or-

First thing I want to say here, as a trans man who is 'mlm', can other dudes stop with this idea that women or fem-aligned individuals enjoying homosexual relationships between two men is inherently fetishising or that as a masc-aligned individual your enjoyment of a ship is morally superior in some way. Stop pulling out your 'mlm/ transmasc / cis gay' card in order to justify why your ship is superior. Its cringe af.

But if we are to insist that 'cishet female gaze fetishising mlm' is going on then ironically Zosan fits that the better than any ship in the fandom. It being by far the most popular mlm ship means there is likely a higher proportion of people who identify as cishet women who ship it. Its also the classic 'two men who dislike/hate eachother and have a toxic relationship but hot sexual tension' slash/yaoi stereotype. Majority of Zosan I've come across is depicting Zoro as the masculine male man in the relationship while Sanji the effeminate twink that Sanji stans project themselves onto and they go crazy for the bickering that is apparently reminiscent to them of a toxic heterosexual marriage. Meanwhile every Zolu/Luzo shipper I've interacted with has been some flavour of queer and Zolu is closest to the 'falling in love with your same sex bestie' narrative that the majority if not every non-heterosexual person has experienced at least once in their lifetime. This is just my personal view of course, but I think noting a difference in perspective on this topic is interesting and reveals that at the end of the day this is totally subjective and based purely on anecdotes.

Also it's just a very weird point here that apparently OP has 'plenty of varied queer rep' (it actually doesn't have that many canonical queer characters in relation to its cast size but anyway) and other media doesn't so shipping aroace characters in gay relationships is valid in those but not in One Piece … HUH???? So you're saying if One Piece had 'less' queer rep, then Zolu would be fine to ship? Idek my brain hurts.

"I have black friends so I'll speak for the black community and get offended for them" (btw this person then proceeded to block aroace people who had issues with their depiction of aroace people).

Also if we're talking canonical depictions, the only thing Zoro has been canonically depicted as is also aroace, equally if not moreso than Luffy. So by your own rules, you can't ship a cishet (sanji) with an aroace (zoro), therefore Zosan is now invalid. Stop erasing Zoro's aroace identity bigot.

'Categorically wrong' makes me laugh. I don't ship Zoro and Nami but like, people can ship what they want to??

'The general public is aware enough of gay people and how to spot them these days' uh... firstly this sounds very homophobic. Secondly the general public (cishet ppl) are famously bad at recognising queerness even when its in flashing lights before them. Thirdly you make it sound like Zoro was going around on roller skates and booty shorts listening to YMCA and Madonna in the show. I do agree he was gay-coded but it was mostly because he had sexual tension with every man he interacted with, not for the strange reasons you pointed out...

Its kinda the elephant in the room too but like. These are just headcanons. You can have multiple headcanons and interpretations of a character's sexuality. I can see Zoro as aroace virgin one day and a gay h*e the next. I'm actually allowed, legally, to do that.

The way they think shipping Zolu is harmful to aroace representation when BOTH characters are closest to being canonically aroace than anything yet ship Zosan, label being anti-Zolu as some kind of pro-ace activism, and then proceeded to block aroace people for criticising their incorrect depiction of what being aroace is...

This was a lot of words to say that you don't like a ship. Just say you don't like it, and it gets in the way of the ship you like, instead of writing a virtue signalling essay to justify your reasoning. Please.

They had some more to say on future posts I'll just pick my favourite bits

They really have this narrative that Zolu is only popular because of OPLA and can't fathom that its just a popular ship in general and always has been huh. And they couldn't make it more obvious that they're totally salty about it ranking in the top 100 most popular tumblr ships, lmao.

Your classic case of 'self-identifying ally who speaks over the people they are supposed allies of'. Its a general rule that you feel the need to declare yourself an ally you're probably not an ally, actual allies know they need to just shut up and do the work. Saying 'this character's aroace' and 'I have aroace friends' actually isn't what allyship is, thats just accepting that ace people exist which is like... the baseline.

Calling a wholesome loving ship like Zolu an icky ship is a severe consequence of online brain (this person is 26 years old btw)

[hadeslegacyhephgirl]

Thief!Nico and Premed!Will

Decided 2 change doctor 2 uni student at the last minute, it fits better

This is literally shit help me comment prompts pls

~*~

Nico was a thief. 

And a good one too, from the years of pratice. 

Untill one day he was caught, sort of, and his world turned upside down and sideways. 

His target for the night was a two-story country house. He waited in the bushes until all the lights were off, waited another hour, then snuck into an open window into a kitchen.   He crouch-crept around the counter, silent as a ghost, then froze as he rounded it. 

There was a boy there, about his age, leaning over the sink, peering out of the window, blonde curls flipping slightly in the breeze. 

Nico waited, breathing quietly. 

The boy straited, turned around and stared directly at Nico. 

Celeste blue eyes found black ones and Nico nearly stopped breathing, expecting all hell to break loose. 

But somehow, it didn't. 

The boy grunted and beckoned. 

"You want a coffee?" 

Nico crinkled his nose. 

What in the actual fuck. 

The boy sighed and ran a hand down his face. 

"Well, don't just sit there, c'mon up. I ain't gonna kill you, Sunshine."  Nico bristled and stood up slowly  "I'm not that easy to kill, weirdo." 

The boy smiled, pearly white teeth flashing in the dark kitchen.  "He speaks! Thank gods. I thought you were gonna run away or stab me or something. You wan' a coffee?"  Nico crinkled his nose. 

"I literally just broke into your house and now your offering me coffee? The fuck is wrong with you?" 

"Eh, I don't think I could stop you from robbing us blind, but at least you could steal something other that’s worth it. Like coffee... and food. You look like you haven't eaten in weeks, which, dude, not healthy."  "Oh really. You a doctor or something?"  "Gonna be. Pre-med in University of Olympus. You ever go to college?"  "No. Couldn't afford it- why the hell am I telling you this?"  The boy grinned.  "I'm just the kind of person you can't help but spill your guts too. Will. Will Solace. And you are?"  Will held out a hand.  Nico looked at it.  Will laughed, throwing his head back. It was surprisingly musical. 

"It isn't poisonous, Sunshine."  Nico shook it.  "Nico."  "Cool. You Italian?"  "...yeah?"  "You wanna coffee. In fact... yes, you do, because your eyebags are fucking enormous and I don’t think your gonna last much longer. A flat white okay for ya?"  Nico blinked.   What the fuck. 

Who did this guy think he was. 

Will was already moving to the coffee machine and starting it up.  "Aren’t you scared of someone waking up?"  "Nah. It's, what, three in the morning? My family sleep pretty heavy. Moms gotta get up at four anyway to get ready for work, Kayla tends to wake up with Mom anyway and Austin, well, let's just say you can't wake Austin up before seven anyway."  The machine squeaked and started pouring out shots into the mugs Will had positioned under the spout. As it did that, Will rummaged in fridge and produced milk, then grabbed a tin of sugar from the cupboard. 

Soon there was two mugs of flat white coffee and a plate of cookies sitting on the bench. 

"'lright, dig in, c'mon. It's an insult if you refuse to eat my mom's choc-chip cookies."  Nico grabbed the coffee. He hadn't it for ages, and the sweet flavour hit his tounge in an explosion. He quickly drained it, then grabbed a cookie and bit into it. 

Will leaned on the bench, munching his own cookie. 

The stairs creaked, and Nico jumped. 

Will laughed and peered up the staircase.  "Morning Kayla. We got a visitor"  A female voice, rough from sleep, came back  "Another one? Seriously Will? When are you gonna learn it's gonna get you killed?"  "Oh, please, Percy wasn't dangerous, or Piper, for that matter. And where are they now?"  "At Olympus Uni, I know, I know. So who’s it this time?"  Kayla emerged, looked at Nico, then back at Will, then grunted. 

"'Course you didn't make any coffee for me." 

She walked to the coffee machine and set it running with another mug, then turned back to Nico, who was processing this new information. Finally, he blurted out 

"You knew Percy?"  Will laughed again, and Nico's heart did this weird jump-flip thing.  

"Yup. This ain't my first rodeo, Sunshine." 

"Oh" 

"So you wanna go out somewhere?"  "like friends or like a date?"  Kayla snorted  Will lit her lightly  "What do you want it to be?" 

Nico blinked. 

"um. I don't know."  ~*~ 

And that’s how a theif and pre-med student met  ~*~ 

Shitty ending, I know, but I couldn't keep it going. 'm tiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrred and I wanted 2 get it finished 

Ur welcome 

someone give me prompts

[him-x-her]

Vee is for Vampires - Chapter 1

Author: @sinnysuicide AO3: SinnySioux Vamp!Ville x F!reader Warnings: This story will be 18+ as there will be smut in later chapters. Wordcount: 2k + Read chapter 1 on AO3 here. ❥ Next Chapter ❥ Fic Masterlist

Droplets drizzle down from the wide gin cocktail glass in front of me. The cool drink raining condensation in the warm but dimly lit bar, down a cobbled side street in the city. It was always my favourite; the way there were so many flavours of vodka, gin and rum on the neon-lit back wall. A gem in the grey and polluted big smoke.

Larissa is halfway through a story about some guy she met and dated briefly. I sense there is a big twist coming but I lost interest a while ago; not least because her love life is far more exciting than mine. Part of me envies her, she has no trouble attracting interest, still part of me pities her for entertaining London’s least eligible bachelors.

“He offered to drive me home and I was like… erm, dude, you had like half a bottle of Jack, and he was like ‘No I didn’t!’. Then I was like ‘I literally watched you and now you want to fucking kill me by drink driving?’ and he walked out. Like, literally walked out of the bar, angry at ME for not wanting to DIE! Like, what the fuck?”. She takes a sip of her ridiculous fluorescent pink vodka based cocktail to lubricate her throat, dry from her monologue, “And I’m pretty sure he just got in the car and drove himSELF home. Like, is he dead now? Hope so, idiot.”

“Wow, that sounds crazy”, I manage to stifle a yawn somewhat successfully, but my mildly slurred speech gives me away.

“You stopped listening like a year ago, didn’t you?”

My eyes dart up to meet her gaze, worried I’ve upset her. “Oh no, I have, I’m sorry, it’s just work is, y’know, work, and I’ve just been so tired…”

She glances at her phone. “Fuck it’s eleven thirty! We better wrap up, actually”. We split our drink bill and each order our respective Ubers. I give her a hug and wave her off in hers. “Let me know when you get back!” she yells out of the window.

I wait 10 minutes… 20 minutes… “This is ridiculous” I mutter to myself. I could’ve walked it back to my flat by now. I glance down at my phone to see that my Uber driver is completing a journey before he plans on driving to me. Fucking great. I tap my stiletto heel on the cobbles; my impatience vibrating through my body as I shiver in the darkness.

“Fuck this!” I declare, and set off on foot. Google Maps tells me I’m eighteen minutes away, and the cocktails have numbed the pain in the balls of my feet from my ridiculous choice of footwear. ‘They DO make my legs look great, though’ I think to myself as I scroll social media absent-mindedly. The back streets are so poorly lit that I use the torch light from my phone. I hear the clink of empty cans hitting cobbles and the shuffling of feet… I walk more briskly. I hear men whispering and look over my shoulder. I see two, very drunk, men walking in my direction. I sincerely hope they are not following me, and quicken my pace.

“Oi bitch, don’t ignore me!” they start to chase me. The light of the main street is so fucking close and my heart is beating out of my chest. I turn a corner and lean against the building, breathing noiselessly but desperately. Fuck, they’ve spotted me.

“Where ya going dressed like that, ya slut?” says a balding, pink, hideous shell of a man. The other throws his head back to laugh. “Bet she was on her way to get her five pounds for a blowie!” he says, making lewd gestures. I want to have the confidence to say “Fuck you!” out loud instead of in my head, but the best I can mutter is “Please…”. The balding one puts his hand down the front of his jeans and I close my eyes as tears track down my cheeks.

“UGGHH… what the fuck man?” I hear the sound of punches being thrown and tentatively open my eyes. A dark figure, decidedly tall, slim, draws back as the balding man chokes on blood and falls to the floor to join his friend. My mouth agape in horror and wonderment, the figure spins on his heel to face me and moves forward. My breath quickens and my eyes widen, my chest heaving as my back is pressed against brick.

“Are you hurt?” his eyes stare straight into my soul. It’s dark but they are light; I can make out specks of green. His skin is so pale it glows in the moonlight. My eyes follow his sharp cheekbones to his jaw, taking in his handsome face. I scan his body. He’s wearing what looks to be a velvet blazer, skinny jeans, converse all stars? The contrast of the white on black is actually quite appreciated in this light.

“Miss?” My eyes dart back up again. “I… uh… I’m okay” I manage to speak quietly. His eyes are so mesmerising in this light.

“Those pigs didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“No”, I smile, “Thanks to you”. His concerned demeanour turns to fury and his brows narrow. “You shouldn’t be alone in the dark this late; there are people that can and WILL take advantage of a woman travelling alone.” I’m grateful for his chivalry, but I don’t take too well to being told what to do.

“I… uh… yeah, so thanks for knocking those guys out”, I say, avoiding eye contact and slinking to the right of him, “I’m just gonna go and…”

“No” he says, his sharp eyes sensitive to my movement. His face softens “I’m sorry, no, I can’t let you do that when there are men out there like this. Please, let me walk you home, or at least close to it…”

“Oh, um, you don’t have to…” I hesitate.

“Please” he closes the gap between us with a single step “I’d like to make sure no further harm befalls you tonight”. He doesn’t talk like the typical London man. Hell, he doesn’t talk like the typical man. His voice deep and alluring; his words eloquent and decisive.

“Oh, um, okay” I say, in a vain attempt to silence the inner voice that is SCREAMING at me to tread cautiously.

We walk a little in silence, a foot or so apart. “So, what were you doing walking all alone in the dark?” he implores, scanning my face as we perambulate onto a better, brighter lit, street. I can see I was right as two beautiful pools of green await an answer from me.

“My Uber driver was taking forever so I thought I’d walk home. It isn’t far. I wasn’t expecting two drunk idiots to ruin my night.” I roll my eyes.

“Have they? Ruined your night, I mean….” he looks disappointed, or perhaps angry, I think, as I notice a balled fist.

“Well, no, I guess I’m safe and nothing really happened… you, uh, you don’t speak like you’re from here”.

“I’m not” he says matter of factly with an essence of smug, he pauses to locate a cigarette from his pocket and to light it. He brings it to his pale lips and inhales. His lips part delicately as the swirl of smoke dances around his cheeks. He closes his eyes briefly; it appears his vice brings him bliss in the chaos. “I’m sorry” he stares at me “Do you mind if I…?”

“Oh, no, no it’s fine. Your funeral, I guess, I heard those things kill you” I smirk, teasing.

He side-eyes me, inhaling again “Good thing I’m already dead” he exhales with a grin. Fuck, he looks so good when he smiles. The flash of his white teeth and the angles of his jaw make me feel moist in my underwear, but then I remember I’ve been drinking.

“How much alcohol have you had to drink?” he asks, smirking, as if able to read my less than holy thoughts.

“Touché” I say, rolling my eyes, “Enough, I guess, and I’m more than capable of walking the rest of the w-“ his fingers close around my wrist suddenly and I turn to face him. His lips are dangerously close to mine and I can feel my heart beating furiously on the walls of my chest. The adrenaline in my body is sending signals that I should run, my logic tells me I can’t outrun him and my mind? My mind is hesitant but intrigued. Why has this dark handsome stranger stopped to help me? Why is he walking me home? I realise I can no longer hear the click clacking of my stiletto heels against London’s cobbles; I no longer hear the bustling of the street. I see, and hear, only him.

He looks down at my lips. “I’m sorry if I have offended you. Please, let me get you home safe, and you won’t see me again”. My heart sinks a little and I’m sure he can feel it.

“Why did you help me? Who are you?” I ask, feeling a strange connection between us.

“I couldn’t have lived with myself if I turned a blind eye to a woman in distress, and allowed those poor excuses for men to do what they had in mind.” His looks darken, and I turn to humour as we begin walking again.

“Oh, you read minds? How many fingers behind my back?” I giggle, wiggling three secretly. He side eyes me again, smirking. I can tell he’s not impressed that I am minimising my brush with danger, but he is enjoying this playful exchange.

“You should be careful wandering around in the dark” he stops and turns his body to face me, wetting his lips with his tongue, he edges closer, “There might be vampires”.

“Oh, that would be a shame” I say, deliberately avoiding his gaze before the punchline “I taste pretty good, I’d be a goner”. I look up at him through my lashes; he finally gives up the ghost and laughs wholeheartedly.

“Why do I get the feeling trouble follows you?” He shakes his head, smiling, “For your sake, I hope the vampires aren’t thirsty.” We stopped walking some time ago, and I realise we’re outside the block of apartments I live in. I loiter, to stop time, not knowing when I will see my night hero again.

“Are you thirsty? … for a drink, I mean.” I glance towards my window, hopefully.

“I, er, no… I should return to my post. I have damsels in distress to save from bloodthirsty beings.” he muses, with a tone of humour, not arrogance. He looks off into the distance and I sense there is something heavy weighing on his chest.

“Well, thank you, my unmasked nicotine-fuelled vigilante!” I giggle, walking to the entrance door. He follows me, as though he wants to come inside, then hesitates. Turning to face him I realise our lips are centimetres apart again. Every hair on my body stands on end as my senses hyperfocus on him. I lift my hand to palm his velvet-encased arm. The material is soft, a direct contrast to the muscle within it. I breathe, and almost taste, the cigarette smoke from his lips. I see never ending waves of green, washing over me. Eyes that look like they have traveled the world over and over again, but haven’t found what they longed for… until…

“What do I call you?” I whisper.

“Vee” he says as his eyes refuse to move from my lips.

You could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

He leans forward to press his forehead to mine as I let out a sigh. “No more late night walks. Remember, vampires.” His hand lifts to my cheek, cold but inviting, and I close my eyes.

In a moment, he is gone. I stand under the twinkling starry night sky wondering if it had all been a dream. I touch the cheek that felt his hand and smile. “Hey, Vee stands for vampires!” I yell into the dark, and I swear I hear chuckling. I open the entrance door and click clack up the stairs to my apartment, wondering what Larissa would make of all this.

…

AO3: SinnySioux; more to come 🦇

Graphics by saradika-graphics

[good-wine-and-cheese]

getting back at you with 2, 5, 12 and 24 for Ochanomizu and (Kenzo) Tenma!

Omg that's cute the other half of the ships....

Character asks

Ochanomizu

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Dude he's such a good dad. Whether it's PLUTO's hug or how sweet and supportive and protective he is in the 03 anime or the lengths he goes to in the manga supporting Atom he's just such a good parent!!! He's a sweetheart but he doesn't take shit lying down, he has such strong will and will fight for his kids.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

So this is technically from Tenma's POV about Ochan but it's one that I do think of with respect to him a lot. Just on account that his smile is so powerful and yeah I too would yearn for that smile

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

I feel like he would be quick to forgive Tenma if he would only apologise. In my mind, despite how volatile things are with them, Ochan genuinely would be willing to start fresh if Tenma just asked. Hey babe I'm sorry will you take me back. like it would genuinely be that easy. He's making Tenma figure that out for himself though, otherwise it's not genuine.

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

Y'know I would say Kenzo in a lot of respects. They're both forces for such good, genius doctors in their own field, supportive adults (in my mind in a Tenma Swap AU Atom would end up with 2 of the best dads in the world LMAO)

In the interest of talking about some different guys: Picard from Star Trek the Next Generation! Is it partly because they are old men in their hair loss era? Maybe. But also again they are such egalitarian future-focused peaceful guys. Also Picard argued for robot rights in one of the best episodes of Star Trek period ("The Measure of a Man") so like they're the same guy basically is what I'm saying

Kenzo Tenma

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

His ability to inspire good and see the best in people. Honestly going into Monster I thought it would be more #edgy and dark, but because we have this sweetheart doctor protagonist it's instead easily one of the most hopeful stories I've ever enjoyed, truly teaching the sanctity and beauty of all life. Tenma is such a beacon of hope and he's able to spread that wherever he goes.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Ah man, this was hard. A lot of the songs I associate with him are specifically Guriten-flavoured...but then I remembered this song. It's one that makes me think of Tenma's earliest struggle with figuring out who he wanted to be, and coming to terms that the hospital he worked at was just using him. It's unsure, it's hurt, but it ends with a hopeful step forward.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

He has very poor anger regulation sometimes. We only see it very briefly, but Tenma is deeply repressing negativity and when it does come out it's a little explosive. I especially feel like he has this sense he has to be "perfectly happy" all the time as a foreigner and is afraid to "look bad" as it would reflect worse on him, but as a result he has these meltdowns sometimes. It comes out more potently when he drinks, so he generally tries to avoid alcohol when around others.

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

Obligatory Ochan mention. But okay this is a bit of a weird one...Kaiji kind of?? Now Kaiji is a very different character, very scrappy very stupid very shithead. But it's the way that he has the ability to command such a powerful response from strangers and holds onto hope so strongly and cries and is so earnest...they are characters cut of a similar cloth despite how different they come off at first. Kaiji is just Tenma during his drunk era

[thepagemistress]

SPN Rewatch 1x05 - Bloody Mary

Oh, this is a JUICY one. I love an episode that on the surface is just another MOTW but then BOOM, massive plot drop.

Firstly, we have the story itself. Anyone my age knows Bloody Mary, the bane of childhood dares. So it’s fun that they get to play around with that urban legend and upset a bunch of millennials in the process. I think this is definitely one of the scarier episodes of the season (I’ve never actually found this show scary, sorry).

But let’s face it, the meat of this story is in the Jessica business. Sam’s nightmares are getting worse, he’s barely sleeping, his bed is pristine compared to Dean’s showing he’s not even trying to sleep because the nightmares are getting so bad. But it’s the scene in the car that’s the first kicker. Sam confessing that he’s keeping something from Dean. As the audience, that’s our first “oooooooh” moment but for Dean, it’s a real kick in the teeth because he’s been under the impression that they have the kind of relationship where they don’t keep secrets. Secrets are dangerous. And now he’s realising that oh yeah, this isn’t the Sam that left years ago. He’s having to re-evaluate some things. But it’s obvious that he’s hurt by the lack of trust.

Then there’s the big mic drop of finding out that Sam somehow saw Jess’ death before it even happened! Whaaaaat. I love that so much. And it’s always interesting when the audience are let in on more than the characters (or in this case, Dean) because we get to eagerly await the reveal and the fallout.

(Side note but whyyyyy do Dean’s eyes bleed at the end? Is it just a product of being in such close proximity to Mary? Or does he have some super dark secret that we don’t know about? He has killed a lot of people but he’s not overly secretive. I’ll always be curious about that decision.)

Favourite part: The reflection part with Jill was so good. Well executed spooks, I like. Also the confrontation between Sam and Dean in the car in the rain.

Least favourite part: The case resolution just feels kind of what the fuck. Like I still don’t understand what happened but whatever.

Quote of the episode: “Hey Sam? That’s got to be like, what, 600 years bad luck?” Oh honey, you have no idea…

What’s compelling me to keep watching: I need to know more about Sam and his dreams immediately.

Random things I yelled to myself during the rewatch: “these effects are surprisingly good for 2005” “Sam, you need to sleeeep” “I love how much of this episode is in shadow” “truly why do people think Dean is emotionally stunted? Dude’s always trying to talk shit through and always getting shot down”

Rating: 8/10 – decently creepy episode and great plot progress delivered in an effective way.

And the award goes to….🏆: Mary, for pushing the plot forward for us. We needed a little bit of plot progression and that was just the flavour I wanted. A little mystery to keep us coming back.

[mystictf]

City Lights & Warm Nights

Avengers x Reader (AU)

3.3k Words.

Days turn into weeks, and as the initial whirlwind of starting a new school begins to settle, you find yourself swept up into the lively rhythm of city life. With each passing day, you grow more comfortable at school, navigating the hallways with a growing sense of familiarity. Your new friends have become an integral part of your life, guiding you through this transition with laughter and warmth.

Afternoons often lead you back to the cosy corners of your favourite coffee shop - now affectionately dubbed “home base” by Clint. Here, the aromas of brewed coffee and freshly baked pastries become synonymous with comfort and camaraderie. The barista even greets you by name now, a testament to how often you and your friends frequent this haven. Seated at your usual table by the window, you clutch a steaming mug of hot chocolate, listening as your friends tease each other about everything and nothing. The autumn leaves dance around outside, painting the city in hues of gold and red. “Alright, hypothetical question,” Sam announces as he leans back, crossing his arms with a mischievous smile. “If you could have any superpower, what would it be, and why?” “Oooh, tough one,” Wanda remarks, pretending to mull it over. “Probably teleportation. That way, I could avoid NYC traffic permanently.”

You laugh with the group as Clint quickly interjects, “Definitely the ability to pause time. Imagine all the extra sleep I could get in! Or pranking Bucky without him even knowing.” “Hey!” Bucky nudges Clint with a good-natured grin. “You already try to prank me daily, dude.” The conversation flows easily, your group tossing ideas and laughter around. These moments at the coffee shop, shared over steaming drinks and crumb-filled plates, slowly chip away at the walls you had unknowingly built around your heart after leaving your old home.

Another staple of your blossoming routine are the regular pizza nights. The mere mention of your group’s favourite pizzeria sends excitement buzzing. One crisp Friday evening, you and your friends spill out onto the street from the subway station, eagerly making your way to the buzzing pizza place a few blocks away. “I’m telling you, this place has the best slices you’ll ever have,” Steve insists, gesturing animatedly as you near your destination. “You’re hyping this up too much. What if it doesn’t live up to my very high expectations?” You tease, exaggerating a sceptical look. “You won’t be disappointed,” Bucky assures you, his eyes twinkling with confidence. “There oregano is chef’s kiss.” He mimes a kiss to the sky, drawing laughter from everyone. The pizzeria’s neon sign glows warmly, beckoning the group inside. The decor is simple, with chequered tablecloths and walls adorned with black-and-white photos of the city. The hum of conversation fills the air along with the mouthwatering aroma of dough and melted cheese. As soon as pizzas arrive, everyone dives in, and the next few moments are a blissful blur of flavours and laughter. Steve and Clint engage in a lighthearted debate over the merits of different toppings, while Natasha and Wanda roll their eyes playfully. “So, verdict?” Natasha prompts as you savour a gooey, cheesy bite. “This is definitely worth the hype,” you admit, grinning as Bucky and Steve exchanged triumphant high-fives.

Evenings at the pizza place becomes a cherished ritual, where stories are swapped, secrets are shared, and bonds are strengthened with every delicious bite. The conversations range from silly debates about the best pizza toppings to deeper discussions about dreams and aspirations. One evening, as you’re walking home with Bucky, he gestures to the sky, now a velvety canvas studded with city lights. “You settling in okay?” He asks, a note of genuine care in his voice. “More than okay,” you reply, feeling the truth in the words. “I really feel like I’m starting to find my place here. Thanks for being so welcoming.” “Hey, it helps that you’re awesome,” he says, a hint of a playful wink in his tone. “I’m glad you’ve joined our group. You’re like the missing piece we didn’t know we needed.” You smile, warmth blooming in your chest. “I feel the same way.”

These warm, fun-filled afternoons and evenings create a patchwork of unforgettable memories, each one leaving an indelible mark on your heart. Whether sharing secret pizzas from hidden spots around town or diving into impromptu and passionate debates about superheroes in the coffee shop, each moment is woven into the fabric of your new life. You find solace and joy in these small adventures, the city gradually transforming from an unfamiliar maze into a vibrant backdrop for friendships that deepen with each passing day. They lighten the burden of homesickness, reminding you that, though you left a piece of your heart behind in your hometown, you’ve also gained something precious in return. New York, with its bustling streets and towering skyline, begins to feel less like a stranger and more like an ally in your journey of self-discovery.

One weekend, as Autumn deepens, Natasha suggests a day trip to Central Park. The idea is met with enthusiastic agreement, and soon you’re strolling through the park’s sprawling paths. The crisp air carries the scent of falling leaves, and the sound of laughter echoes as your group weaves through the sea of people enjoying the weekend. “Let’s rent a rowboat,” Wanda suggests, pointing toward the shimmering lake. Her eyes alight with excitement, and the idea is met with an enthusiastic chorus of agreement. You find yourselves drifting leisurely on the lake, the boat gently rocking amidst a backdrop of fiery red and golden trees. As you float, the conversation flows like the water around you - free, easy, and comforting. “Don’t fall overboard, Clint,” Steve jokes as Clint playfully rocks the boat, earning a collective protest that dissolves into laughter. “Central Park is beautiful,” you muse aloud, watching the New York City skyline peek through the trees, a reminder of the city’s constant pulse. “It’s one of my favourite spots,” Natasha admits, closing her eyes and tilting her face toward the sun. “There’s something peaceful about it, even when it’s filled with people.” Taking a moment to breathe it all in, you realise how much you’ve grown to cherish these friends and these moments. Each adventure, whether big or small, adds another layer to your experience, shaping your perspective and your time in New York.

As the day winds down, your group finds a cosy spot on a grassy knoll, sharing a picnic of sandwiches and snacks. The sun begins its descent, painting the sky with vibrant hues of pink and orange, and you can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment and gratitude. “This is perfect,” you say softly, and the others murmur in agreement, allowing the tranquil evening to envelop you. As you sit together, exchanging the last stories and plans for future adventures, you come to understand that New York is no longer the city you had to move to; it has become the backdrop for an unexpected new chapter filled with friendships and connections that make leaving not feel so much like losing, but rather like gaining something extraordinary. “Heads up,” Bucky suddenly warns, a mischievous glint in his eyes, before tossing a crumpled napkin across the circle. It lands in Clint’s lap, prompting another bout of laughter and friendly banter, a perfect capstone to an absolutely fulfilling day. These heartwarming moments help etch New York firmly into your heart. In this sprawling metropolis, among newfound friends, you’re no longer just passing through - you’re home.

As the weeks pass, the chilly nip of Autumn gives way to the first hints of winter. The vibrant tapestry of day-to-day life wraps around you, as familiar and comforting as the thick scarf you wear against the breeze. Among friendships that have warmed your transition to New York, your connection with Bucky has grown into something subtle yet undeniably special. In quieter moments, you begin to notice the lingering glances from Bucky - the way his eyes meet yours across the cafeteria table, or during those shared moments of laughter over hot chocolate at the coffee shop. There’s a gentle warmth in his gaze, one that hints at unspoken words and emotions.

During a particularly bright afternoon, with the sky clear and crisp overhead, you find yourself wandering through the school courtyard, joined by Steve and Bucky. The conversation flows easily, punctuated by shared jokes and the occasional interruption of passing students. Just as you pause near a large oak tree, Steve’s lips curl into a mischievous grin. He leans in toward Bucky, his voice low yet distinctively playful. “Dude, you’re staring again. Maybe you should just talk to her about how you feel.” Your heart skips a beat as you catch a glimpse of Bucky’s face - his usual confidence gives way to unexpected vulnerability. A flush creeps into his cheeks, and you pretend to examine something on your phone, giving him a moment to recover. “Shut it, Steve,” Bucky mutters, half embarrassed and half amused, though his eyes never stray far from yours. “I’m just… thinking.” Steve chuckles. “Thinking about how you’re going to ask her out right? Come on, dude, she’s amazing. What are you waiting for?” Bucky rolls his eyes but there’s a spark of something - perhaps reassurance - in his gaze. “Easier said than done. What if I mess it up?” He confesses, his voice just loud enough for you to overhear. Seizing the moment, Steve places a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “Trust me, you won’t mess it up. Just be yourself. Everyone can see you two have a connection. She likes you, and if you need a distraction to break the ice, try discussing more culinary delicacies of New York. I’m sure there are a few you haven't argued about yet!” Bucky laughs, appreciating the humour. “Yeah, maybe that’ll work. Or I could still mess it up.” Steve nudges Bucky forward, a silent, supportive encouragement before they both catch up to you.

As the three of you resume your walk, the air around seems charged with possibility. Bucky draws a steadying breath, his mood lighter. As he catches your eyes, his gaze filled with newfound resolve. “Hey, Y/N, how about exploring that new bookstore you mentioned? We could grab a bite after.” Surprised yet pleased by the spontaneous invitation, your heart does a little flutter. “I’d love that,” you reply, a hint of excitement in your voice. “I’ve been wanting to check it out.” “Great! Let’s turn this into a little adventure,” he says, the confidence returning to his voice, his smile broadening. With plans set and the afternoon stretching invitingly before you, the walk through the courtyard feels like the first chapter of an unfolding story, one where all the treads slowly weave into something beautiful and unexpected. As the three of you continue with laughter and easy conversation, you can’t help but wonder what new stories and memories await. Though you’ve known Bucky as a friend, anticipation stirs at the prospect of discovering what lies beyond those shared moments - an adventure of its own, filled with vulnerability and potential, and all the wonderful nuances that come with the brave act of opening your heart.

As you, Bucky, and Steve make your way to the bookstore, the city buzzes around you, the crisp air filled with the scents of roasted chestnuts and the chatter of holiday shoppers. The anticipation in your chest is matched only by the excitement bubbling between you and Bucky. Occasionally, he brushes against your arm, and each time sends a spark of electricity through you, gratifying yet charged with unspoken potential. The bookstore comes into view, its fairy-tale exterior adorned with twinkling lights, inviting you inside. The cosy warmth envelops you as you step through the door, and the familiar scent of aged paper and warm coffee greets you, settling a reassuring calm in your heart. “Wow, this place is amazing,” you say, your eyes wide as you take in the rows of bookshelves that stretch towards the ceiling. Bucky glances around with an appreciative smile. “Yeah, it’s one of my favourite spots. They have the best selection. You’ll find anything from classics to obscure titles.”

As you browse the shelves, your fingers glide over the spines of the books, and you make spirited recommendations to each other, exchanging thoughts about stories that captivated you in the past. The love for literature shines in your eyes, and you both discuss your favourite authors and genres, drawing closer as your shared interests tie you together. “Alright, time for a challenge,” Bucky declares, a playful glint in his eyes. “Find a book you think embodies your personality and another that describes mine.” You laugh, intrigued by the challenge. “Deal! But you know I’m going to pick something incredibly obscure just to mess with you.” Bucky chuckles and playfully rolls his eyes. “Bring it on. Just remember, I’m not easily intimidated by literature.” The challenge creates a spirited dynamic between you, and you both dive headfirst into the task. You spot a colourful cover of a whimsical, thought-provoking novel and instinctively feel it screams “Bucky.” “Found it!” You call out, holding it up for him to see. “What about this one? It’s adventurous, light-hearted, and fun. Just like you.” He takes the book, flipping through the pages and grinning. “I’ll take it! This seems right. Now let’s see what you picked for yourself.”

After some searching, Bucky holds up a book with a deep, contemplative cover - an introspective piece about finding one’s place in the world. “It’s perfect! If you hadn’t picked this,” he says, “I would have been worried.” You laugh, your heart swelling at his thoughtfulness. “You know me too well already! But it’s fitting, isn’t it?” It feels as if the world has shrunk around you, leaving just the two of you in this moment. A shared connection exists in the keen understanding you have about one another. But just then, Steve appears at your side, a handful of random titles under his arm. “Alright, bookworms,” he interrupts, smirking. “I’ve got a treasure trove here. What’s everyone’s verdict?” You both laugh and check out the bizarre selections Steve has found - a mix of comedy and absurdity that showcases his light-hearted spirit. The atmosphere is infectious, filled with laughter and shared stories, your friendship blossoming into something more with every passing moment.

With the challenge complete, you migrate toward the cafe nestled at the back of the store, your arms full of carefully chosen books. You order coffee and pastries, the warmth of the drinks contrasting with the Autumn chill outside. Sitting at a small table, you feel a sense of peace wash over you as you share stories over bites of pastries, the conversations flowing seamlessly. “So, Y/N,” Steve says, suddenly grinning impishly, “do you know that Bucky here is quite the art connoisseur?” Bucky’s eyes widen slightly, and he shoots Steve a mock glare. “Seriously? I didn’t say anything about that!” “Oh, come on. You have to tell her about your secret dream to be an art critic!” Steve nudges, clearly enjoying Bucky’s embarrassment. “Art critic?” You ask, intrigued. “I didn’t know you had such hidden talents!” Bucky rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s nothing like that. I just appreciate good art. Sometimes, I… go to galleries on my own.” “See? That’s endearing,” you say, genuinely touched to learn this about him. “I’d love to check one out together someday.” Bucky’s expression softens, visible gratitude shining in his eyes. “I’d like that.”

As the afternoon begins to fade and the daylight outside dims, you find yourselves lingering over your plates and cups, conversations flowing like a soothing current. Bucky shifts slightly, his voice dropping to a more sincere pitch. “I’m really glad we did this. I’ve had so much fun.” “Me too,” you reply with a soft smile, feeling a warm flutter in your chest at the intimacy of the moment. “I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you both better. This place, the books, everything - it feels special.” Bucky leans forward, his expression earnest. “I’m glad you’re here, Y/N. You’ve brought a lot of good vibes to our group. It’s nice seeing you fit in so seamlessly.” You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks, grateful for his words. “Thank you, Bucky. That means a lot to me.” As you share lingering glances, the air around you seems to shift, thick with unspoken feelings. It’s a comforting silence, filled with the possibility of what might blossom between you. Bucky appears to be grappling with his thoughts, his gaze dropping momentarily before he meets your eyes again. Just then, Steve interrupts, breaking the tension, “Okay, mushy moment over! We’re here to support our friend - and I think Bucky needs to be reminded that he’s, well, not as smooth as he thinks he is!” You laugh, the lightness returning to the mood. Bucky shakes his head, playfully pushing back. “Thanks for that, Steve. Just what I needed - a confidence booster.” “Anytime, buddy. You know I’m here for you - even if it means embarrassing you a little,” Steve says, a broad grin on his face.

With your plates empty and spirits high, you’re all but ready to head out to explore more of the bookstore or the nearby streets when Bucky suddenly leans back in his chair, his expression contemplative. “Hey, Y/N, can I ask you something?” He starts, his voice turning serious. You nod, curiosity piqued, even as a small part of you tenses in anticipation. “Of course - what’s up?” “I was wondering… if you might want to hang out again sometime. Just us,” he says, his tone earnest, the slight hint of vulnerability surfacing as he searches your eyes for a response. Your heart races at his proposal. “I’d love that, Bucky.” You can’t help but smile brightly, and you notice his shoulders visibly relax, relief washing over his features. “Great,” he replies softly, almost as if he’s testing the weight of his own words. “Maybe we could hit up that art gallery I mentioned? Or I could cook for you sometime. My… speciality is pasta.” You laugh, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you like a comforting hug. “How about both? I’ll hold you to that pasta promise!” Bucky’s grin widens, and you feel an electrifying connection between you. “It’s a date then.”

You finish your drinks, and as you all rise to leave, excitement courses through you, mingling with the thrill possibility for what lies ahead. Outside, the city hums with life, the evening sky shrouded in hues of deep indigo and the sparkle of stars emerging as dusk settles around you. As you walk back to the subway station, the three of you share light banter, but a subtle undercurrent of anticipation lingers in the air, the tension between you and Bucky softening further with each step. You glance at him, catching his eye again, and this time, there’s a different kind of spark - a promise of potential and the beginning of something exciting. As you part ways with Steve just outside the station, you watch as he heads off, leaving you and Bucky on the corner, the city lights dancing around you both. “So…” Bucky starts, taking a small step closer, the atmosphere thick with unspoken words. “I’m really glad Steve encouraged me to ask you out today. It’s nice not just having you as a friend, you know?” “Yeah, I feel that too,” you say, trying to control the flutter in your stomach. “I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you. And it’s been great to see the layers behind your quiet charm.” Bucky chuckles softly, scratching the back of his neck in that endearing way you’ve grown to find irresistible. “Well, if things keep going this way, I’ll have to work on showing you even more of what’s behind those layers.” “Deal.” You share an earnest smile, the city sparkling in the background as the moment hangs between you - full of potential and warmth, with the promise of adventure lying ahead. And as you step into the subway, your heart races at the thought of what this budding connection with Bucky could grow into, cementing your place not only in the bustling city but also within the bonds of friendship that are expanding into something beautifully unforeseen.

[bmpmp3]

wanted to know what vocal synth hcs you have... for any of them :3 curious

MY headcanons for like anything morph around a lot depending on what i wanna daydream about in that moment so things get loosey-goosey - i joked about the myriad of AUs i made for the main character of an otome game I drew a lot of fanart for a few years back that I imagine it all like this one map for b3313 i saw years ago

like this HVFGSKDJHFEksafds everythings connect but also not and some are parallel and some are unrelated and some are branching storylines for the same concept while others are like. what if they were in space. i have fun <3

BUT anyway what i was thinking about is like, most of my silly comics kind of have a weird mix of like. imagining a production company that specifies in voice and singing production and also like. old 2009 vocaloid fandom canon where synths know theyre a specifc install of software in a computer and know about the user and all LOL im more of an oldhead than i think i am.......... i missed out on the entire scene from 2018-2020 tho so even tho i love old songs and new songs theres like that two year gap thats always a surprise for me <3

SO like i often imagine all the different engines as like. separate offices or separate office buildings. all mostly in the same district tho. tin pan alley ass situation. THE UTAU building is huge and chaotic with a new addition under construction with openutau, the vocaloid building is like sleek and a bit old fashioned but slowly amping up its to its old glory, some of the smaller engines like voicevox and such i picture as like smaller offices within the same building - so someone like sora whos on both sv and vocaloid i always imagine going between the offices (engines) to do different voicework, someone like rikka runs between voicepeak, sv, and cevio talk all together. shes very busy....

a really old deprecated software like i dunno lalavoice. dectalk. etc also have an office but everyones too scared to visit. they never see people leave or go in but the lights are still on. haunted by perfect paul.

wait sorry thats not really what you meant by headcanon probably sorry for the setting overview i just like to picture them all in a place <3 with a big showbiz entertainment industry flavour because i love stories about that stuff kjdsrkfed

anyway sometimes i also move over into my less meta daydreams so something like the virvox guys who i've gotten kind of attached to, sometimes its fun to imagine them as just normal guys doing voicework in a real office building that just happens to have companies called voicevox synthv and a.i.voice on different floors HFJKDSJHksd i like picturing stories where theyre like underdog voice actors/singers trying to make it big.... its very fun hee hee

actually i like doing that a lot in general. my favourite scenario is a big first concert that almost goes wrong (maybe technical issues) but just barely manages to go through fine and connect the singer with the small audience.. a classic..... can you tell im a love live fan....

OH heres some specific headcanons i tend to lean into relationship wise:

asterian rikka and genbu i like to imagine hanging out a lot as buddies and close co-workers because they were the first three vocal synths i bought and the only three full sv banks i have currently DKJFSJdkfsdakfds like you know how some people talk about like "work-husbands"? genbu is rikka's work-big-brother and asterian is like her work-dad <3 i imagine asterian to be like early 30s ish at most so hes a bit young for work-dad status but i think itd be really funny if he got a worlds best dad mug from her. like. thanks kid. but damn.........

and yeah i have absolutely incorporated your frimomen as rikkas dad headcanon into my worldview its so good dude. i think hed be so wonderfully embarassing <3 and i think itd be funny if he got a mug from rikka that just says like "dad". no worlds best or anything. moon god work-dad is cooler.

genbu's getting a congratulations on turning 3 toddler birthday card from rikka and thats it. i like imagining them as a bit of a shenanigans duo.... like a big brother who tries to be responsible for a second but immediately gets swept up in some bullshit anyway. 20 something bro who enables ur teenage sillyness <3

relationships are a big thing for me I looooooove picturing all kinds of dynamics like friends family romantic etc its so fun. i keep calling the eclipsed sounds starry court the celestial polycule and part of that is because i didnt know what else to call them before i saw the official starry court name but also i do like those three together a lot, romantically, platonically, any which way. saros is very silly in particular. i imagine them like 6 feet tall and full of chaos and solaria and asterian as like a wonderful 5'9

sometimes i think its fun to imagine universes where the starry court dont know theyre synths nor celestial deities and like theyre normal people with secret powers they havent unlocked yet..... i had some daydream a year or two back about asterian in a slightly dystopic future unlocking moon powers by discovering ancient technology in a fallen moon. if that makes sense. i forgot why.... but i think its a fun AU

i tend to focus on a lot of relationships between synths that share software but i also think its fun to think about shared voice providers, like i always imagine sora having like this sisterly bond with the coco sisters despite no blood relation. they are sisters...... sisters forever....

i do wanna start considering unrelated synth relationships more often tho... most of the time obviously i treat miku like shes the biggest synth star because she is HJKFSDHJkdsrfjds so i often picture other synths viewing her as like a celebrity. altho some know her personally like teto or gumi LOL i think theyre BUDDIES they have known eachother for over a decade. OH and im also a mean teto truther. i love her being kind of mean and jaded HJKFDsjds i think shes ultimately softhearted but i like to picture she has a bit of a hard edge

but yeah i really like playing around with these guys!!! they are fun dolls for me <3

[mishkakagehishka]

hello !!! sorry this is v random but i just got into enstars recently and i was wondering about that funky little mika guy . just in general . seknots-izumimir said ur absolutely insane about him (compliment) and to go ask u about it so 🧍‍♂️

LMFAOOO my MikaP slay when I get rec'd as the person to ask ab Mika.

In general? I'll keep this relatively bare, in that case, so you don't feel overwhelmed :3

Mika is just a lil guy. A lil dude. His full name is Mika Kagehira, the "Mika" is written in hiragana (he disliked it bc it was "feminine", a different character compared him to Michelangelo for it, etc etc), and his last name is written as 影片 - "shadow fragment". He grew up in an orphanage where he is heavily implied to have been parentified (he speaks often about being in charge of "taking care of the lil ones" when explaining why he's good at doing household chores or taking care of others). There are a few stories where he mentions his parents, and his bio even states "parents" in his bio, but he has a lot more moments where he implies he was never actually adopted, so it's kind of up in the air, but I lean towards "never adopted" bc it comes up more often and in situations he is less likely to lie in. (Like, he mentions parents when he talks to the MC, but the entire tone of that conversation was him being lowkey annoyed with her prying, whereas when talking to his unitmate whom he idolises, he mentions stuff like "at one point I stopped wanting to be adopted" and "you know I can't meet my parents even if I wanted to").

Anyway. He speaks the Kansai dialect, and I talked a lot about how beautifully they subvert the "country accent = idiot" trope with him, but in short, he does call himself stupid, but he is actually kind of a genius. He met his unitmate, Shu, when they were kids, and idolised him since then. He enrolled into Yumenosaki just because he wanted to see Shu again. Yumenosaki has famously difficult entrance exams - that he was able to pass. He also found a copy of the Mabinogion, as it was an English manuscript, it was very likely written in Middle English, and he went and read it using only a dictionary. I could barely even read parts of Canterbury Tales, and I'm, like, fluent. Anyway. He joined Valkyrie when he was a 1st year💅 Although back then, Nazuna was also a member, but along came the War and uh. I suggest reading Reminiscence * Marionette bc it's really good :)

After Shu's execution (which is to say, when Valkyrie's reputation was killed on-stage, Nazuna left the unit and Shu had a mental breakdown), Valkyrie became inactive. While Shu was recovering, Mika was the one taking up odd jobs to keep Valkyrie afloat, as well as taking care of Shu. He's a hardworking lad :] He had a tsundere phase that I feel we don't talk often enough about, but when he was a 2nd year is when the story begins and the player character arrives - due to her association with Trickstar and fine (?), Shu didn't trust her and often said things like, "We don't need a producer" to get her to fuck off. Mika took up the same attitude of calling her an enemy of Valkyrie, but he also very obviously wanted to befriend her, so you're left with some hilarious scenes. Such as in Toy Box, when he was doing a part-time job washing the dishes, and the Producer tries to talk to him because he was there sobbing about his money problems. I have these lines burnt in my memory because of how funny they were to me, but he starts off by saying, "oh, you want me to tell you my problems so you can find my weakness, huh, you fiend?!", then he gets startled and almost drops a plate - says he could have "started hating you for real", and quickly adds, "not that i'd have a problem with hating you". He warms up to you later, though, and by the current timeline, will often offer you candy :) Because he's normal and alwaysss carries candy on him. He likes fruity flavours :]

Anyway. His character development is really neat. During the start of the story, he was pretty much a doll to be manipulated, he let Shu control him and all he did, and he didn't mind it as Nazuna did, in fact he was very happy to play into this role. But as of the current stories, they're both developing past that, with Shu becoming more open to accepting his opinions and individuality, and Mika learning to be more independent and assertive. In Hermitage, he changes the entire concept of a new song very last-minute, which is something he would never have dared to do in the early stories, for example.

I think that's like. The biggest things about him? So for more minor lil fun facts - he has a lower sense of pain and will often not realise if he's pricked himself while sewing (he's also pretty good at sewing! The wikia has a section for clothes he's made), he makes art that leans into eroguro and grotesque (he's also a big fan of horror! He and Ritsu watch horror movies together, and he has a collection of scary posters and images he puts up in his room, apparently to sleep better, whatever he meant by that). He's blind as a bat in the dark <3 He has a twin sister that was featured in Ensemble Girls! They've met in an enstars story, Milky Way, but they didn't know they were siblings, however in EnGirls, she mentions having met her brother. EnGirls takes place during the current year of enstars, so i'm hoping for a crossover story. And you'll immediately notice he's the token heterochromia character - he actually used to hate his eyes and would blame them for why he was abandoned as a child. He had some form of social anxiety for a while where he was too scared to look people in the eye or talk to people at all for fear of his eyes "creeping them out". But he's still very anxious about going on radio and talk shows🫶 Another way of subverting the trope for his dialect, and directly mentioning it, is that people expect him to be extroverted and funny because of the way he speaks (Kansai is the dialect spoken by manzai comedians), and he feels that he disappoints people by being an introvert because of that. (And this is why i headcanon him calling himself stupid as an act - he can't make himself funny or extroverted, but he can make himself seem stupid, which plays into the stereotype, to "avoid disappointing people") Magazines describe him as cool, mysterious and "frail-looking".

I think I failed at making this succinct. If anything opened more questions, feel free to ask me to elaborate tho :) i love talking ab Mika!!!!

[shares-a-vest]

Fruity Four Advent Calendar, Day 7: Coffee Shop AU but make it festive

Prompt List

It’s Christmas 1999 and Steve and Robin work in an internet cafe. They are just two dorks, slinging coffee beans and helping hapless old ladies with their computer problems, all the while fawning over a rockstar and a star reporter, respectively.

I had intended on making this waaay longer but I’ve got total writer's block/brain-mush happening right now (I'm surprised I managed to get something together to post, actually). So if this a totally meh, I'm sorry, please ignore me.

'A Very Y2K Christmas'

"Hey! Earth to dingus!"

Steve snaps out of his lovesick trace at the sight of his co-worker Robin clicking her fingers directly in his face.

"Any more ogling that leather-clad weirdo and you'll curdle that milk," she adds, reaching up to tug his dorky felt Christmas hat further down, thoroughly flattening his fringe under the damn thing. Now his hat hair was going to be impossible to straighten out.

"And what about star journalist, Miss Brainiac? I can tell you are lingering, waiting for her to come in with her pretentious laptop. When she came in yesterday, did you spill milk all over yourself again?" he retorts, setting aside the milk he'd, admittedly, heated far too much.

"I’ll have you know, I talked to her yesterday."

He snorts a laugh. Of course this happened when he wasn't there.

"I asked her why she was in town," Robin explains, straightening up his festive apron like a fussing mother. "She said, staying with her parents and she might stay until New Year to write a quick story."

He wacks her hand away and asks, "About how dumb internet cafes are, with their cheap coffee and clumsy baristas?"

Before Robin can come up with a witty retort, a middle-aged lady comes rushing over, fretting about her computer having a different start-up screen than it did a few days ago.

He makes quick work of the order he’d ruined which, of course, was for the customer in question, who was wearing a leather jacket despite it almost snowing outside. He'd been coming in for about a week and a half now, almost every day, ordering the same thing: a double espresso with three sugars in a takeaway cup. Obviously jet fuel for the amount of writing he seemed to do when he was in the cafe.

Steve tries to ignore Robin’s completely conspicuous ogling as she helps customers with their computers (more tech support than a barista, like Robin ever actually stood still long enough to make a coffee anyway) as he makes his way over to Eddie. He sets the coffee down and awkwardly lingers, fishing in his apron pocket.

"Um, I…" he stutters, producing a garish green flyer featuring the cafe's Christmas specials, supposed 'exotic flavours' that were just the normal crap they sell but in festive packaging. "I’m obligated to give these out."

He sets the leaflet down and waves it away, trying to stay casual.

Eddie looks it over as he asks, "Actually, I was meaning to ask you, man, what cocoa do you recommend? I want to get my uncle some."

"None," Steve answers, folding his arms and causing Eddie's eyes to momentarily flit to his biceps. "The coffee we sell here is awful. Go to the department store down the block."

"You're cheating yourself out of a sale here, Steve," he laughs. He seems to register Steve's questioning eye so he adds with a flash of teeth, "You’re wearing a nametag, dude."

"Oh," Steve says, brushing his hand over his red name tag and chuckling. "Silly me."

He shakes his head, cursing himself internally as he whips around, making a beeline back to the coffee machine, utterly mortified. 

He continues between the register and the coffee machine as a quiet afternoon turns into a dead night. He busies himself with cleaning, periodically looking over at Eddie who is writing between humming and tapping his ring-clad finger on the table. Robin appears, slapping a sheet of paper on the spotless countertop.

"Intel," she says, mischievous and proud. "He’s famous y’know."

She tilts her head in Eddie’s direction.

"And where did you get this?" Steve asks, looking over the paper in spite of himself. She flicks him on the side of the head.

"Computer Fusspot Francine just said her kid listens to his music so I went and looked him up on the pervert computer," she offers proudly. "For the designated pervert computer, the internet is slow as hell in that back corner."

Steve rolls his eyes. There was, in fact, a computer in the cafe commonly referred to by employees as The Pervert Computer, the only machine in the store whose screen was not at all visible from any angle other than the chair plonked at its desk.

"Heavy Metal?" he groans, looking over the paper.

"Hm, yes. A bit of a problem for someone who's been listening to Cher's Believe non-stop all year."

She suggestively side-eyes a very cute picture of Eddie included in the printout where he is smiling brightly despite his leather clothes and wild hair.

Robin suddenly gasps, grabbing Steve's arm.

"Loverboy is leaving!"

Steve rushes over to clear the table next to Eddie before he leaves. He clamours around, almost dropping an empty coffee cup, too busy watching Rockstar Eddie out of the corner of his eye.

"See you tomorrow," Eddie says, ducking into Steve's personal space with a wide grin. He winks.

Steve merely waves, wiggling his finger with a lopsided smile as he walks out the door.

"Explain to me again why you don’t totally suck?" Robin says, materialising right in front of him. Her smugness only lasts a few minutes before Nancy comes in with her laptop bag slung over her shoulder and Robin almost walks directly into the festive spiced tea display.

The following day, Eddie doesn't come in at his usual time which has Steve moping around the cafe, feeling like a promise has been broken despite it being so casual. Nor does Nancy, which makes for a pretty miserable shift, made worse by the fact there is not a damn thing to do as their customers dwindle further the closer they get to Christmas.

Steve is about to close up, setting his bag and red sweater on the counter ready to leave (if only Robin would hurry up with stealing the chocolates from the storage boxes out back). The front bell rings as Nancy pushes the door open with her elbow, arms filled with shopping bags and bringing a freezing winter chill in with her. Eddie suddenly rushes up beside her, nose reddened from the cold. At least he was wearing a hat and winter coat now.

He grabs a bag from Nancy and reaches over her slight frame to hold the door open.

"No, no, no. I’m sorry," Nancy insists, shaking her head and ridding it of enough snow to build a snowman. She attempts to take her bags back but Eddie holds them out of her reach with a grin.

"After you," he says, nodding his head and bowing as Nancy walks in the door.

"I'm so sorry," she repeats. "Last minute shopping."

"Been too busy sitting over in the corner making goo-goo eyes at Robin, have we?"

Her eyes dart around, eyelashes fluttering as she stutters out, "I've been doing work! … Also that."

"You're cool, star reporter Nancy Wheeler," he insists with a wink, the pair setting her bags on the counter in unison. "I'm here to take Steve on a date. But I’m not sure he knows it’s a date. I’m kinda late."

He looks over with a tight-lipped smile to a slack-jawed Steve.

"Huh?" Steve grunts, unable to form words.

Eddie’s snorting laugh is cut off by Robin, who halts with a yelp in the doorway to the back room.

"Hi," Nancy says with an awkward wave. She straightens up before declaring, "Um, do you want to go to a movie? I'm sorry I'm so late. I got carried away buying presents for my little sister."

Robin's eyes go so wide they look like they are going to pop out of her skull.

"That's, that's cool," she splutters. "We were just closing."

Steve realises he is still wearing his stupid Christmas hat and yanks it off his head, only to find Eddie smiling at him with his stupid dimples. Eddie tosses Steve’s sweater at him.

"Come on, Big Boy. Put your dorky sweater on and let’s go get a drink. Promise I won’t talk about how we've only got one week left on earth."

"Y2K," Nancy laughs, rolling her eyes. "Nothing is going to happen."

"You don’t believe the machines are coming to harvest our organs?" Robin shrieks and Steve just groans at the amount of time he has wasted over the past few months listening to Robin ranting about the millennium.

"If you believe that computers are going to glitch at the turn of the new millennium and destroy human existence, why do you work at an internet cafe?" Nancy laughs.

Eddie clicks his finger and points at Robin. "Wheeler’s got you there."

Robin merely shrugs, "The end is inevitable, mass-produced coffee products and Christmas aprons, or not."

"Woah," Eddie says, somehow completely amazed by Robin’s nonsense and Steve can’t help but giggle.

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #231

Do you like to cuddle with your S.O. or do you prefer your space? I like to cuddle with him, so long as I'm not hot. If I'm hot, don't touch me.

What TV shows do you watch on a regular basis? None.

What is the last thing you scribbled down on a Post-It note? I have no idea.

Do you care if your produce is organic or not? No, not really.

Do you have any children? If so, how old were you when you had them? If not, do you think you ever will? No, I most likely never will.

Do you get enough calcium? To my knowledge, yeah. I've always liked milk.

Are you nosy? Dude I am so nosy and I know I am. It ain't gotta have nothing to do with me, I just like knowing shit lmao

Are you happy with the size of your bedroom? Yeah.

Where was the last place you went that was totally new to you, as in, it was the first time you’d been there? A primarily sushi place for Mom's birthday. I tried something else (there was no way I was eating sushi), some Thai dish, and it was horrible, I had to eat something when I got home.

When was the last time you used someone else’s computer? Girt's actually, last time we hung out. Long story short and to make it understandable to people who don't play, I was storing certain things in WoW in case I ever do come back to the game.

What’s the relationship status of the last person you talked to? Divorced/single.

Do you say sorry first? If I believe I'm wrong, yes. I am not one to easily say sorry first if I believe I did nothing wrong.

Who will you be spending Christmas with this year? Without fail my mom, and unless something is seriously stopping us we go to my older sister's place, and usually Nicole (my other, younger sister) is there too. I'd like to see Girt, but we usually don't on Christmas day, we spend time with our immediate families.

Did you go to high school with your current best friend? Yes.

Have you ever been a passenger in a semi-trailer truck? No.

Whose was the last funeral you attended? I don't think I've ever been to a funeral, just a wake.

Do you avoid using public restrooms? I try to, yes. But if I seriously gotta go, I gotta go.

Have you seen any extended relatives in the last month? No, I barely ever see extended family. None live in North Carolina.

Do you like eggnog? Nooooooooooooo.

Who is the person you dislike the most? Of people who are actually in my life still, Nick.

Do you take part in paying the bills for your household? I absolutely would if I had an income. I don't have disability checks, I don't have anything. I literally get money on Christmas and my birthday, that's it.

Do you know anyone with celiac disease? I have a cousin with it, yes. I think her mom also has it.

How many siblings do you have? Are they all full siblings? I have two full-blooded sisters, one half-brother, and technically three half-sisters, but one I have never met or spoken to or know almost anything about.

What’s the weather like today? Raining cats and dogs on-and-off, windy. We have a hurricane.

How do you usually celebrate New Years? Occasionally Mom and/or I will have a drink, and that's pretty much the extent of it.

Do you currently have any alarms set? Not right this minute, but at bedtime I've been setting an 10:30-11:00 A.M. alarm lately. I've been sleeping in too late.

Do you like whiskey? Meh, I can have some in mixed drinks. I don't particularly like the flavor, but I don't like the flavor of alcohol period, so...

What type of milk do you like to drink? 2% or whole.

Do you have a first aid kit at home? Yes.

Are your parents dog or cat people? Is that different or the same as you? Mom's a dog person. Dad, I'm not sure. He has a cat and loves him, but we also had dogs while he was still with my family, so idk. I'm a cat person.

What’s your favourite flavour of potato chip? Just plain/salted, honestly. I do like salt & vinegar and french onion, though.

Would you ever get a matching tattoo with someone? Maybe my mom.

What is your Chinese zodiac animal? Rat, I think.

What form of communication did you last use to talk to the person you're currently interested in? Discord.

Do you want to see someone right now? Yeah, I saw Girt like... two days ago and I still really miss him.

What was the last thing you looked up on YouTube? Powerwolf's new album, I think.

Did the last guy/girl you kissed have any piercings? No.

Do you actually love your parents? Yes. I don't know where the hell I'd be without my mom.

What pattern do the sheets on your bed have? They're just plain white.

Where did you get the underwear you are wearing right now? I don't wear underwear with my pajamas, that's so non-cozy lmao

Do you feel uncomfortable sharing drinks with other people? Sure do. I WILL with Girt, but I'd still prefer not to.

Have you gone through a lot emotionally, or has life been easy thus far? I've been through the ringer.

Do you spend more time outside or inside? Inside, it's no competition.

Would you rather give up the computer or the TV? TV, easy. I don't even watch it on my own, only with Mom or Girt.

Last person to make you seriously mad? Tobey.

Who have you recently made up with after fighting? Nobody.

What kind of toothpaste do you use? Crest.

What were you doing this morning at 1am? Most likely sleeping. A flash flood warning woke me up at some point, though.

Have you used a tissue today? Yes, my allergies have been out of this fucking world today.

The last person that slept in your bed gets arrested, what do you do? Cry extremely hard and figure out what the hell happened, try to reach him over phone if he's allowed. I'd have no guess what he got arrested for.

When people ask "how are you?" do you say "good" even if you aren't? No. I don't info-dump, I just don't think there's shame in sharing that you're not doing great.

How was your Friday? Tomorrow is Friday, so the kids should be coming over while their parents work. I don't have a book to read right now, so it's gonna be a long day. I do like Fridays though, at least it's something different, I just get stressed out by kids too easily.

Did you speak to your father today? No, it's been a minute.

What was the last thing you drank? Raspberry lemonade flavored water.

How did you wake up this morning? Tornado warning alert. There's been three or four actual tornadoes touch down in the area since last night, but so far my city has been gratefully spared.

Some people were really destructive as a child, were you? No.

Who was the last person you were in a car with? Girt.

Who was the last person you cried in front of? My mom.

Do you know anyone that is gothic? I have a friend, as well as me, at heart at least. I definitely feel like I fit the gothic aesthetic ideally and emotionally, I just can't be bothered to dress up (that and I can't afford stuff like that), and I HATE putting on makeup.

Have you seen UP? I've seen I think most of it.

How is your mom? Stressed, always.

Do you feel comfortable getting up and giving speeches? HELL no.

Have you ever dipped french fries in a frosty? Yes, I didn't get the appeal at all.

Would you prefer eating jello or pudding? Pudding, so long it's chocolate.

Last time you ate a salad? It's been a long while. I don't really like salads.

Have you ever been described as “adorable”? It's been said before.

Are you a moody person? I can be, yes.

What are you listening to? I'm watching 8-BitRyan play Into The Pit.

What video game could you waste the most time on? It WAS World of Warcraft, but I've stopped playing it. It's the main reason I've been doing more surveys lol, I'm fighting to find other ways to kill time.

[jazminetoad]

In My Reality | Chapter 3: A Taste Of What's To Come

Heyo, the original upload of this was deleted for some reason, so I'm reuploading it. I hope y'all enjoy it! ^-^

(This is a Tatsumi Brothers x Reader)

(To read the first three parts, click -> Prologue, Chapter 1, & Chapter 2)

(Click “Keep Reading” to read the story)

"Alright, so let me get this straight to make sure I'm not hearing-"

I paused as I watched Takeyasu flip the bacon, flinching each time I heard the grease sizzle. As much as I love Takeyasu as a character, the fandom base often headcanon him setting the kitchen on fire. It was funny as a joke and a meme, but seeing him cooking in my kitchen, in reality, I can't help but feel paranoid.

"...things..." my eyes looked away from the stove and turned to Nagayuki. "A mysterious dude in a top hat showed up at your door, claiming to be the organizer of something you were going to attend and that he was there to fulfill a wish you two had as well as a third person's wish, then comes back an hour later and teleports you two into my dimension?"

"You left out the part he was a hologram but yeah, you got everything else," Nagayuki confirmed getting out the plates.

"Okay, that explains things," I muttered thinking back to the dreams I had the day prior.

"You actually believe us?" Takeyasu questioned, glancing at me over his shoulder and raising a brow.

"Uh- Takeyasu, the food-" I voiced my concern to make the younger Tatsumi brother turn his attention back to the breakfast cooking on the frying pans. Shaking my head to focus back on the topic, I replied to his question. "I sorta had a dream...? Vision...? Usually, I get these kinds of things when I sleep which happen later on in the future and when it happens at the moment it's just this freaky deja vu. I guess you could say I had that but it was exactly what you guys just told me."

"Oh, so you have an ability like us?" Takeyasu guessed as he turned off the stove, seems like the food's done.

"I- no- no, I don't have any superpowers." I waved my hands in front of me. "People in this place don't have supernatural abilities like where you come from. I'm just some random person who writes stories on the internet, I don't have superpowers."

If anything, it's just a coincidence that happens. Everyone gets deja vu from time to time so it's nothing special. Then again, there were a few times when I did something subconsciously and my friends jokingly asked if I was physic. I'm not physic, right?

"If you say so." Nagayuki didn't let the topic press further and opened the fridge, getting orange juice. I felt a bit relieved.

"Hey, you know our names but we don't know yours!" Takeyasu pointed out.

"I-" I turned away, now realizing that too. 'Have I really gone on this long without mentioning my name?! Geez, I knew I had a problem remembering to mention important stuff but this is just sad.'

"Did you forget your name or-?"

"No, I'm just- never mind." I shook my head. "My name's [Name]."

"[Name]?"

"[Name]..." Takeyasu repeated after his brother. "Hm, weird name."

"It's not that weird," I grumbled. "You're just from a different world."

"Then what are-"

"Are you two going to continue flirting with each other or are we going to have breakfast?" Nagayuki intercepted and placed the glasses of orange juice on the table

"We're not flirting," I said, averting my eyes.

"Whatever you say," the elder twin shrugged and took his seat as the other gave him his plate. "Not bad bro."

Takeyasu then placed a plate of bacon, eggs, and sausages in front of me. A warm aroma engulfed my senses, I could practically taste the delicious food from the smell alone. Could it be the fandom was wrong or is it because he's from an Anime that the food he cooks is automatically better? Poking my fork into one of the sausages and taking a bite, I was greeted by a sensation of flavour.

"Mmmmm, this is good," I complimented.

"See, now you know I'm not making this up," Nagayuki nudged his brother.

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"So about that 'proper sleeping place'," Takeyasu began as he placed his dishes on the counter.

"What?" I inquired confused since my mind was preoccupied with putting dish soap in the sink to clean dishes with.

"Remember yesterday you said we'd get a 'proper sleeping place' tomorrow," Takeyasu reminded me.

"Oh, right... I did say that... uhhhhhh-" I racked my brain trying to come up with what to do for them since Takeyasu clearly wasn't satisfied with the quick arrangements I made last night.

"You did have something in mind, right?" Nagayuki questioned, placing his dish next to his brother's.

"Well... there is a futon in the gaming area that could fit in my room, I'd need help bringing it up to my room though," I tell them putting the soap back in the cupboard.

"We can get it in your room no problem," Takeyasu smirked.

"Just show us where it is and leave the rest to us," Nagayuki added.

"Alright- uh- follow me."

Leading the way to the basement stairs, I opened the door and climbed down the steps. Passing the guest room and furnace room, we entered the open gaming area. I gestured to the futon off to the side, though I don't think that's what they're looking at-

"This place is like an arcade!" Takeyasu exclaims shuffling through the video game collection.

"You even got some of the classic consoles," Nagayuki commented as he checked out the Nintendo 64 and Sega Genesis sitting next to each other amongst the various systems.

"Y-yeah, me and my brother are pretty big gamers," I explained. "It's great for when our friends come over, but most of the time it's just me and my brother hanging down here."

It's been a while since I've been down here with my brother, I mean I did come down here once or twice over the break, but I don't hang around this place as much as I used to. I think it started back when I started watching Anime, I suppose that means I prioritized being a weeb over a gamer. I do miss the endless days of gaming away with my brother though, it seemed those days were when the world was simple to us, I wonder where they went...

"[Name]," Takeyasu called my name and turned around holding up a familiar Wii game. "How good are you at Mario Kart?"

"Well~" I smirked. "Not to brag but I get 1st place every time. The only worthy opponent I have is my brother."

"We'll see about that," he smirked with a challenging sparkle reflecting in his teeth.

"You guys sure are big Mario fans," Nagayuki commented seeing a large amount of Mario games in the collection.

"Yeah, I mean Mario games are perfect multiplayer games for four people..." I paused, I felt like I'm forgetting something. "Oh! The dishes!" I had left the tap on when I went to the game room, it's probably overflowing now. I darted for the stairs. "The futon is in the corner, you guys! You're just gonna have to bring upstairs yourself."

Sliding into the kitchen, I could see the bubbles overflowing into the opposite sink. I turned off the tap in the bubbly sink and then moved it over to try and clear the other from soap. Once that was down I started to place dishes in the bubbly sink. My brain tuned out the world around me, my mind fixated on the task at hand thanks to the mini adrenaline panic that shot into my veins when I realized I left the sink on. Scrubbing away at the dishes, I almost missed the loud bang behind me, I flinched and glanced back.

"Oi! Be more careful!" I scolded the twins. Thankfully, they only hit the railing.

"Sorry," Nagayuki apologized.

I sweatdrop seeing the elder twin flying up the steps while his brother carried it normally. I don't know about you, but that seems unbalanced if you ask me. I shake my head and turn back to the dishes. Knowing me, I'd just get anxious watching them move that futon the way they are, I just have to trust they know what they're doing. Oh, would you look at that, the dishes are washed.

Draining the sink, I hang the wet cloth over the faucet and rinse the bubbles down the drain. Sliding over to the cabinet, I reach in and take out a drying cloth. I took a quick glance behind me to check on the brothers' progress and it seems they made it up the stairs. I grab a frying pan, beginning to dry the dishes when I notice my phone on the table light up. Putting the pan away and grabbing another dish to dry, I walked over to my device and tapped the screen.

'Great, it's on 5%,' I grumbled in my thoughts. My eyes gazed over the time, 1:03 pm.

'Shit!'

A text from my brother.

"We're on our way home."

'Shit! I gotta dry these dishes faster!'

I slip my phone into my pocket and put the dish in my hand away, hastily picking up the next one. They can't see the pans or spatulas out. They know I don't cook breakfast, I just get myself cereal! Or toast if I feel like making something. It'd be hella suspicious if pans were out. I can't let them see this-

"Hey [Name]-"

"AH!" I jumped and hugged the pan close to my chest, trying to grip myself to reality. Turning around I see Nagayuki floating behind me, no wonder I didn't hear anything. "Yes?"

"Where do you want us to put the futon?" Nagayuki asked, he probably said something after that but I didn't have time to know what he saying.

That door is going open any second and they're going to see Nagayuki standing in the kitchen! Well, not right away since the garage door is in the staircase to the basement. Still! I need to get the dishes done and for Nagayuki not to be here out in the open.

"Just put the futon in my closet and put your blankets and pillow with it," I instructed as I put the pan away, moving onto the plates. "And hide whatever stuff you have for now. I'll figure it out later. Just not right now, they're almost home and my phone is basically dead so I can't see their text, and I need to get these dishes dried-" I glance back and find he's gone.

Did... Did I imagine them? Were they hallucinations? No, no, hallucinations can't make dishes dirty. That and I can smell his scent. Wait, that sounds weird.

"[Name], we're home!" mom announced entering the main floor from the garage.

"AH!" I jump and then scramble to put the rest of the dishes away, dry or not. I catch my breath once I finish and lean against the counter just as they enter the kitchen. "Y'all startled me."

"Oh, you're down here," mom said surprised to see me somewhere that wasn't my room.

"Y-yeah, I just got up and finished breakfast," I half lied.

"And you did dishes," she acknowledged glancing at the clear counters.

"Yeah, I thought, might as well, ya know?"

"Hey sis, you wanna watch Code Geass?" [B/n] piped in before my mom could question me.

"Sure." I nodded with a smile, grateful that he interjected.

"Great, I just gotta put my stuff away," he told me, leaving the kitchen.

"Alright." I should turn on the TV then- wait... HE'S GOING UPSTAIRS! "Wait! Wait!"

I dashed up the stairs after him. He's going to see them! He's already upstairs and heading down the hall to our bedrooms! If the door's open he can just glance inside and see them vibing. Sweating bullets I slide down the hall only to see my door is closed.

"Phew..." I lean against the door relieved until I felt myself fall forward because the door wasn't properly closed! "Ow..."

"You okay, [Name]?" my brother asked popping out of his room to check on me.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." I reply rubbing the back of my head.

"Since when do you make your bed?"

"Huh?" I followed his gaze into my room, both of us confused.

All the sheets were neatly tucked and the pillows were plush and in the open, quite the foreign sight. Usually, if my bed did get made, the sheets would still be loose at the ends and cover the pillows. I know I didn't make my bed, that means someone else did. Right, the Tatsumi Brothers!

'Wait, where are they?' I wondered scanning my room and finding no trace of them. 'They couldn't have vanished, right?'

"Whatever, I'll meet you down there." My brother shrugged off the anomaly, walking away from the scene.

"Okay, I just gotta do something..." I wait until he's out of sight before slipping into my room and closing the door behind me. I do another sweep around my room, plugging in my phone while I was at it. I couldn't find them.

"Guys, he's not around anymore, you can come out." Just as I began to think they weren't real, I heard the window slide open. Spinning around, I see the twins climb down into my room.

"That was close," Nagayuki commented.

"Yeah," I agreed as I sat in my beanbag. "Where did you guys hide exactly?"

"On the roof."

"Smart- well as long as no one saw you on the roof- no one saw you guys up there, right?"

"Relax, sneaking around is our specialty," Takeyasu reassured me. "We never get caught."

"It wouldn't be hard if you learned to be more cautious," Nagayuki stated, sitting down in the desk chair.

"Hey, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't know where to go to avoid the opposition," the younger twin countered, pointing a finger at his brother. Before they could argue further, I clap my hands together bringing their attention to me.

"Alright, it's daytime, my family is home and doing things around the house, y'all can't get caught so you need to stay in my room," I remind them.

"Can't we go outside?" Takeyasu asked.

"Did you forget what I said yesterday about you two being fictional characters that need disguises?"

"[Name], we packed other clothes," Nagayuki deadpanned.

"Well, I still don't trust you two to be out 'n' about on your own," I said standing up and folding my arms. "I know you're warriors where you come from but you don't have that title anymore and half the things you did from what the Anime shows are illegal. I don't want to end up in jail for hiding criminals."

"I don't th-"

"Alright, we'll stay here, [Name]," Nagayuki interrupted his brother. The younger twin was about to protest when he continued. "As long as we get to go out tonight."

"I can work with that," I nod and unfold my arms.

"What are we supposed to do in the meantime?" Takeyasu inquired, raising an invisible brow.

"Uhh..." I went through my mind trying to think what would entertain the Tatsumi Brothers. 'What do they like? What do they like that's not hazardous?' My brain played clips of their episodes when I recalled how much they like to do stuff involving money. "You guys know about stocks and crypto, right?"

"Yes and no," they both answered in sync.

"Well-" I moved to my laptop opening a new browser window and clicking a few bookmarks. The tabs were: A YouTube playlist for learning about cryptocurrency, stockmarket charts for cryptocurrency, and a website where you can buy crypto. "You guys can learn about crypto and their markets then buy & sell them."

"We don't have bank accounts registered yet."

"That's fine, you can use mine," I told them, they both seem taken aback by this.

"Are you sure?" Takeyasu questioned after exchanging a glance with his brother.

"Yeah, I mean you guys are probably better with money than I am. Besides, I've been meaning to get into this stuff but I never make time to learn about it."

"Can't trust us to go for a walk but you trust us with your money, I wonder if that says something more about us or you," Takeyasu mumbled under his breath as he takes a look at the stock market with the elder brother.

He's got a point. Should I be trusting them with my money? It's not like they're going to rob me, they're just learning about crypto. Besides, I know Nagayuki at least will be intrigued by this concept.

"Someone's coming," Takeyasu alerted, pulling me out of my river of thoughts. "It's your brother." He must've known from the weight of the footsteps.

"I'll be back later with food," I promised as walked to my door. I look back to see them nod, I smile and creak my door open, slipping out and closing it behind me.

"Hey, what took you so long?" [B/n] asked, stopping halfway in the hall.

"Sorry bro, I got distracted by notifications," I lied, beginning to head down the stairs. "You got it set up?"

"Yup, just waiting for you sis."

"Great," I grin as I follow him to the living room.

Who knew having fictional characters around would be stressful?

[delulu-forthe-solulu]

Somewhere to put my Dazai headcanon.

So I'll start off by saying that this is a personal hc. it's not canon or anything like that please don't @me. Having said that, let's move on.

Dazai hc/bsd fic idea, etc whatever_ so no one gets depressed out of nowhere and whatnot, not to mention his mysterious past, etc, etc, so what if…. he remembers all the AUs he created for Oda, well somethings gotta give so what if the show isn’t actually entirely the true og verse, or maybe it could be; so anyways he got his hands on ‘The Book’ and went on this journey and created so many worlds just for him, so the Book in a sense is God’s book and this world is the story written down in its pages and we’re all the characters there, so one can’t deal so long with such an artifact and remain the same and I feel as though not many can actually even handle it even if they want to. So in a sense, he is a pseudo god almost/somewhat, in that he is functionally immortal, in the sense that nothing can kill him.

Nothing can remain unchanged, but the Book should rewrite the universe for the writer and I believe no one would properly remember not even the writer, for the previous world no longer truly exists and never actually did since it’s been erased, like pencil lines from a book. So he kept meeting Oda in every world and got attached and would rewrite the world for him not remembering the previous timeline, until at one point he slowly started to retain his memories, first in half-remembered bits and pieces and later in its entirety till he even started remembering the forgotten timelines too. The Beast AU was the only one where he could save him by forcing himself to stay away, and the show is actually his final closure he decided to get peace cause after all these worldlines he is tired, that’s where the suicidal tendencies come in. My dude is just tired of life at this point, he’s lived too long and suffered too much, made worse by the fact that he can’t actually die(cause ding ding ding, he’s immortal), thus the blaise attitude toward his life being in danger added on the fact that he’s gone through terrifying and dangerous shit too many times and too many times in too many different flavours to really be worried.

I hc that he was more cautious in the og verse and somewhat more serious as in personality wise and about death(back then the only trauma was his own shitty asf childhood and issues with his seeming psychopathy(in the medical sense)). Now he is in short basically a pseudo god in that,....think of it like this, God is the only one who can make change to the book that is the world, this book being made using pages cut from the fabrics of reality itself bound in a cover to hold the immense weight of the power and responsibility it holds, so one man kept finding this book over and over again even though he retained no memory of the previous worldline(s), that doesn’t make senses; so with every attempt his very being itself changed as the book injected parts of the realities into him and bit by bit bound him to the story that was his world meaning that he is literally tied to the universe itself and invulnerable to the Book’s changes and shifts as an author should be, for the author changes the book and it’s world not the other way around, now the thing is that he cannot supersede the true author of the Book who made it, that is impossible, but the Book and it’s powers can now no longer entirely influence him and he is functionally immortal, with the only thing one can do to kill him is destroy their universe, not worldline or timeline no, but the entire universe(multiverse) itself and every world, universe and timeline within it, basically destroying the true book of the true authour itself(why do I say true author, well the Book isn’t the true book of the worldline but more of a drafts book a segment of its power, no one other that God could have or use or even see the true book).That’s where No Longer Human comes from as well in the sense that it is meant literally that he is no longer human but something else, the ability being the invulnerability to the Book and all power connected to it, that is how he can nullify all abilities in that they cannot affect him at all.(all the abilities are connected to the book obv in that they are allowed a connection to it to draw power in their specific manner from it, abilities are basically after all like twists in reality itself so it all comes from the book but you cannot change it, that’s true, I mean thing ok its like this, killing a man with a touch doesn’t make sense, you’re basically twisting reality into giving you what you want by changing it, it is watered down and done through hoops and obstacles in such a way that no comes close to directly changing or connecting to it and thus the only way you can rewrite the world line is by writing in it directly so no one actually rewrites worldlines by using their abilities). This is also why he is considered special even though people don’t know anything, because once you truly think about it his existence doesn’t make sense as an anti-ability is in direct contrast to an ability itself being its direct antithesis and (unknowing to other people) the Book itself because he is in a sense somewhat free from its constraints and changes and abilities(more of a halfway selective(by the book)thing).

Note that this might seem disjointed, that's cause the hc literally possessed me till I wrote it down so I apologise for the word vomit. Again I'll add that this is a headcanon meaning it's not canon, I mean I wouldn't mind it being canon, but like Ik there ain't a snowball's chance in hell that'll happen. Ik I've been reaching pretty far with some of these but still. So yeah, I hope y'all were at least somewhat able to make sense of that. Thanks for reading this mess.

Have a good day folks.

[winterandwords]

15 Very Normal Questions

@kaiusvnoir tagged me in this and it's glorious. Also, there are only ten questions. Here goes...

Do you prefer owls, capybaras, or flamingos? Flamingos's legs freak me out (intrusive thoughts about bones snapping *shudder*) and owls are basically heads with wings, so I'm going to have to go with capybaras.

What is your favorite soup? Soup is one of my favourite things to make and I go through phases of being obsessed with certain flavours, but at the moment it's lentil and chilli.

What is your favorite…rock (idfk)? Amethyst or industrial, depending on what kind of rock we're talking about.

Choose a familiar: - very dumb, very loving disobedient dog. He loves you but will never listen to you ever - a raven that speaks but it only ever shrieks the name of various fast food restaurants - a toad that screams like a teenage boy instead of croaks I'll take the raven because I feel like I could blame it for indulgent dietary choices. "Raven, what should I have for every meal today?"…"TIM HORTONS!"…"Well, OK then."

Which planet do you feel like would be kind of an asshole if you met them? Uranus is the obvious answer here, but I think Pluto might be working through some kind of identity crisis which might make them complicated to communicate with.

if you were a worm would you love me? Sure. I wouldn't love you as much as I love being a soil tube and not getting eaten by early birds, but you're cool.

Least favorite type of clothing? Anything restrictive or with scratchy seams or labels. Sensory nightmare.

You are now in a horror movie-so sorry. Chance of survival? Pretty good if someone was making my decisions for me and I just had to drive an armoured camper van and blast things, but fucking awful if I was making my own choices because I'm absolutely the reckless "What the fuck are you doing? No! Get out of there!" person in most situations. Also, I'd probably die stupidly and my last words would be something like "I couldn't find the instructions to fix the roof gun, but it doesn't matter, right?" or "Shut up, zombie cats are still cute"

Would you rather: the ability to instantly grow a perfect mustache, or ability to talk to vegetables? I can already talk to vegetables, but it's a very one-sided conversation.

What do you think of whales? OK, story time. When I was a kid, I had one of those books that depicted scenarios to teach words. One of the pages had a picture of two dudes in a tiny boat and a fucking massive whale in the water beneath them. The text said, "The whale is big. The boat is small. The men are in danger." The fact that I remember this thirty-something years later is indicative of how much it unsettled me. So I love huge majestic things that live in deep water, as long as they aren't directly endangering me.

Tagging @manathen, @nanashi23, @ezestreet, @thegreatobsesso, @i-can-even-burn-salad and @sergeantnarwhalwrites, if you'd like to do it 💜

[wrightanatomyau]

A flan story

If you asked Ninten which food is his favourite the answer was a no brainer. Prime Rib. But if you asked for his favourite dessert, well, it was a no brainier too! Flan, he loved flan. Soft, sweet, perfect to enjoy on every season!

He loved a good portion of ribs, but besides the type of meat, ribs were essentially ribs, all you could do to change it was to change with what you served it. It wasn’t something bad per se, but he liked that flan came in many forms, you had the classics vanilla and chocolate flan with caramel, but you could also make it with coffee or cheese, and even combine them! It was a dessert of endless possibilities.

So, it was no surprise to anyone (but Ana) that he felt more than a personal offense, more than just an attack, but betrayal itself when uncle Giegue one day searched on his freeze, took one of his precious flans, opened it, smelled, made a disgusting face and threw it to trash.

“Nephew, you had something dusting here, I threw it away for you.”

Ninten was so shocked by what he heard and by what he had witnessed, that he was frozen in place as his uncle happily grabbed some cookies from the cabinet and went outside to talk with his mom.

The hurt of the betrayal had been so big that Ninten was sure he had developed some kind of PTSD. Why do you think he thinks that? Well, because right now, his secret crush (a secret for anyone but Ana) was looking at him, pretty mad, like about to commit murder kind of mad. And why was his crush looking at him mad?

Well, long story short he had bumped into Claus at the hospital, both of their shift had ended at the same time. Taking his chance Ninten had decided to walk with Claus to his car, and this way he could make as much small conversation with him as possible before he had to leave to pick his daughter. In that small walk, of not more that 5 minutes Claus had casually mentioned that he and his brother loved omelettes, and Ninten, with the gracious of a cat on catnip falling from a roof he had jumped to the chance of talking about flan.

But man, oh dude, he did more than that.

Before Claus could said anything else, like, for example, that he didn’t like flan, he continued talking, and talking, eventually Claus told him he had to leave, and he simply got on his car and accompanied him to get his daughter, and he keep talking about flan! But he like, couldn’t stop you know? What if Claus didn’t like flan too? He couldn’t live with that! So, he kept talking, and accompanied Claus to the kindergarten to get Lil Marsh, and he just couldn’t shut up about flan.

So now with Marsh looking at him weirdly (not good if he wanted to score points with her) he kept talking and talking. And they continued their journey, all the way back to Claus’s and Lucas’s flat. And now, an hour later, with daughter, father and a Ninten sitting at the table, he finally shut up.

By the end of his over an hour-long monologue, Marsh passed from obvious confusion to smiling. Luckily for Ninten she was finding the whole thing hilarious, Lucas was working late, so he was saved from embarrassing himself in front of the twin, and Claus.... oh sweet, adorable Claus. He had been probably plotting his murder for the last 15 minutes or more.

Marsh left her fork and giggled. “Can you rep-” Claus put one of his hands over her mouth and looked at her as if saying. ‘Don’t you dare do it!’ Lil Marsh simply laughed, for the little kid the whole situation was extra super dupper funny. Claus sighed and pointed his very sharp knife at him.

“My favourite flavour is vanilla with caramel, do this again and I will stab you with this.”

Ninten could care less about the threat. Claus liked flan! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! He got so excited that he started to ramble about flan yet again, to which Claus slammed his head against the table, and by this point Marsh was having the perfect night! Daddy’s boyfriend was funny!

That night they all eat flan, and Ninten decided, that although all flans were great, vanilla flan with caramel was now his favourite.

Now, if only he could get Claus to stop calling him dumbass that would make everything perfect.

The End

Happy Luness wishes you the hive mind! And surprise! The super duper important pool was to choose Ninten’s favourite flan 😎 Because ✨B✨ and I couldn’t decide for ourselves akskd Thanks for voting! (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*💕

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