#nene: of course he came here… of course he did…

[ssruis]

Thinking a lot about that OHE card au I have where rui gets turned into a cat & making myself giggle… nene + emu are freaking out losing their minds “what if he got hurt he’s just an animal right now he doesn’t know how to fend for himself” meanwhile rui is getting on tsukasa’s nerves being fed 5 star cat cuisine

[asherashedwings]

Hey chat, remember when I did that one charting pattern analysis on Pico and Darnell?

Well I'm doing that again. But with EVERY FNF CHARACTER.

Girlfriend

Girlfriend, shocker, doesn't really have a pattern. This is mainly due to her being featured in only one song, and it's the tutorial. If we ever get any action from her in the future, then maybe we can find something then, but for now: no pattern.

Daddy Dearest & Mommy Mearest

Okay, so they do have a pattern, and it's a shared pattern. I mean, makes sense, since they're kind of a package duo. It's kinda hard for me to explain, but they have patterns that tend to focus on the left and right notes?? If that makes sense. Good examples I can think of are Satin Panties, High, and Cocoa. Mearest more so than Dearest, but Dearest's base charts are also rather simple due to his week being so early. BUT! These patterns are apparent in his Erect songs! Namely Bopeebo. But yeah, patterns that are left and right note focused. Which -- and I don't know if this is just a coincidence or not -- seems rather fitting given the colors of those notes: red and purple.

Spooky Kids

Another set of characters that don't really have a set pattern that I can distinguish. Although, I do find that rather fitting for them. Their lack of pattern matches their rather chaotic nature that's displayed in their show. They're just silly unpredictable guys.

Monster

Okay, so Monster is just already so different from everyone else that it's just hard to hold him to the same standard. But he does have his own patterns! Namely a LOT of hold notes. Which makes sense due to the lingering nature of his songs. He's slow and eerie, so of course his charting would reflect that

Pico

Okay, so I've covered Pico before. He does a lot of back and forth patterns. .... I could turn this into a super complex character analysis that is completely just my brainrot talking but I don't know if I should go there. I'm going there. Okay, so Pico's entire character in FNF revolves around him going back on the various jobs he's been given to protect Boyfriend and Girlfriend. Week 3? Backing out of his job to rap with BF instead. Week 7? Denying his mission yet again to save BF and GF. He's constantly going back and forth between his job and his morals. And it's not always clear which is the correct option. This same logic can also be applied to Weekend 1, except it's not him choosing BF and GF over his job -- it's him choosing them over his friends: Darnell and Nene. His character is just a constant cycle of back and forths.

Senpai

Okay, so this fucker was the reason I first wanted to make a full analysis on all the characters. So, this guy I noticed, uses a lot of trail notes. And in my brain it does tie into his character and. Like. The only way that I can explain it is like. You know those videos of people arguing with misogynists, and the misogynist keeps cutting off the other person before they can make their point, and keep repeating the same thing over and over again cuz they think that's how arguments work? That's the same vibe I get from Senpai's trail notes. It feels like he's just. Repeating the same things over and over again cuz he thinks he's making a point. And just going on and on so BF can’t speak Idk. If that makes sense.

Tankman

Tankman uses a lot of stairs. I had no idea what to make an analysis out of here, so to quote the wise words of @braveboiart ; "He's a bitch and I hate stairs." ACTUALLY! That is half right. Came up with this while replaying Week 7 for this post. Tankman is explicitly shown to be able to break the fourth wall, so it is entirely possible that in Ugh and Guns, he is purposefully using an egregious amount of stairs to just. Be a pain in the ass. This would also perfectly explain his switch up in Stress. He's taking BF and the player a little bit more seriously, so he starts to be a bit more genuine. Also, I would like to point out that he also uses back and forths a ton. Tankdad canon. ALSO I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE NOTE OF A LIL DETAIL I NOTICED WHEN PLAYING PICO ERECT

Pico Erect shares charting from Stress. Realistically, this is likely just a lil reference to Stress since Pico made in appearance in that song but FUCK YOU, TANKDAD CANON.

Darnell

Okay, so I've already gone in depth on Darnell, so this is mostly gonna be me repeating myself. Good to have everything in one place, yknow? Darnell has a progression of charting throughout Weekend 1. In Darnell, he starts out almost identical to Pico's charting, before slowly transition to his trail and double heavy charting through Lit Up and 2Hot. My analysis of this was the idea that he starts out the week mocking Pico; making fun of the fact that Pico chose to rap battle BF instead of killing him. But as the week progresses, he gets more into it and starts having fun with it, slipping into his own style.

And last but not least

Boyfriend

Okay, so, surprise surprise: Boyfriend doesn't really have a pattern. But it's not cuz he just repeats everyone! There's actually a lot of moments where he freestyles, namely in the Erect tracks. But when analyzing those bits, there isn't really any set pattern. Which makes sense! BF is a go with the flow kinda guy. The charting he uses depends on what the moment calls for; what will outshine his opponent the most. I mean, his charting kinda needs to be versatile, given the variety of his challengers. So yea.

Uhhh... Hope y'all enjoyed my analyses. I'm gonna go pass out now (It is 4:36am at the time of writing this rn)

[tsutsumi-kurose]

tbhk 119 thoughts!!

[shows up to the red house a week and a half late with an iced coffee]

lol lots of thoughts this chapter!!

i think one of the most prominent questions of this chapter is about the status of kou. it seems our boy is definitely possessed, but how possessed? is possession a switch that turns on and off? to me, it seems like there are parts of kou that are genuinely him in this chapter, but he's definitely not acting of his own accord. can the entity possessing him change the strength of its control from moment to moment?

i don't really have an answer, but i noticed a parallel that might hold some clues!! i thought kou smiling and pointing nene in adult amane's direction seemed very familiar...

he looks strikingly similar to the tsukasa we met in the first red house arc!! the pointing is the same, as is the wide eyed, somewhat vacant sunny disposition. this suggests to me that kou is currently filling a role similar to the one tsukasa filled in the original red house arc, sort of a wishes tour guide, or lure. they both know what the person they're showing around wants, and they're taking them right to it!!

i don't think they're exactly the same, though... i get the impression original tsukasa had a little more agency than kou does here. original tsukasa got a wish granted and even got to leave of his own accord!! whereas kou seems more in between. he seems to have more of a distinct role/job than the people who came to the red house and never left, and he still has aspects of his own personality and relationships, but he's definitely being controlled.

it does seem like the entity has a lot more strength in this new timeline, but I also wonder if it was always capable of this—what happened to all the original red house victims? did the people originally trapped in the red house ever get puppeted around? or did no one worth manipulating show up before kou and nene?

i also love how this parallel seems so similar bc of how familiar but not quite right the behavior is for both kou and tsukasa!! tsukasa was a smiley, helpful child before being possessed, and likewise, at least around nene, kou is usually cheery and helpful too!! so that makes it difficult to tell how much of their personalities are lingering vs what is the doing of this entity that grants wishes…something that is supposedly helpful and would make people happy…

speaking of happiness!!

this is my other favorite parallel from this chapter:

of course. of course! of course i'm happy, of course i love you. isn't it interesting, what adult amane's "of course i'm happy" seems to suggest about amane's "of course i love you"? I find it really interesting that when four-year-old amane said this, he probably really meant it!! but tsukasa thought he hated him. when the entity says “of course I’m happy”…well, does the entity mean it? seems very pointedly deceptive, but I suppose it’s not off the table that the entity may genuinely believe people are happier this way

I’m also interested in hearing the entity talk through amane, given that supposedly whatever changed didn’t affect anything before the twins’ fourth birthday. so that would suggest the god still learned its speech patterns from tsukasa:

it would be so devastating if possessed amane’s false “of course I’m happy” was truly an echo of how tsukasa interpreted amane’s “of course I love you” as false ):

i'm also interested in the fact that amane was visited on his fourth birthday...when the clock clearly said 1968 when the clock keepers went to the past.

the way adult amane covers his face when recalling this memory is also very similar to how hanako covers his face when talking about using the clock to change something in ch101, which makes me think the change was very possibly 1968 amane’s doing. this figure we see talking to four-year-old amane could be a 1968 amane, and maybe he changed something on the day of their fourth birthday.

which would mean he changed something about the day tsukasa got sacrificed... that would be devastating, because it doesn't seem like tsukasa ever came back. I can’t really imagine how intentional that would’ve been on amane’s end, but i could see amane trying to stop tsukasa from sacrificing himself and the entity seizing on this and causing more complications... hm...

final parallel bc this is where I start crying

just two cuties in the red house in separate timelines ready to alter reality to be whatever will make amane happy :')

they both love him so much!! they're the same!!!<3

but with an important distinction in approach, which is that nene tries her best this chapter to get amane's input on what his happiness looks like and how he'd like her to go about supporting that vision!! i'm really interested to see what a wish given with permission looks like... and how might it alter the outcomes? may not work out, but a round of applause for her doing her best at communicating lol

"or was life still difficult after all...?" analysis OVER i have to go cry again <3 goodnight <3

[kerizaret]

Hello everyone and welcome once again to my brain! Today I want to ramble a bit about

✨️ Tsukasa and Rakunosuke (Emu's grandpa) parallels ✨️

Because I feel like we don't talk about them much. Or at all actually

Now, I'm not pulling this out of nowhere. It's quite literally stated at least once, outright, in the game, that Tsukasa is really similar to Emu's grandpa (or even twice – but the other time I'm unsure 100% whether its about Tsukasa specifically, which I'll get to later). That's not to mention the other little things throughout the stories that I think similar between the two

So here's just some thoughts I've had on the topic after rewatching some events, more or less cohesive

1) Tsukasa's PXL auditon & WMS speech

Starting at the very beginning, we've known ever since the wxs main story that there's something in Tsukasa that has drawn Emu in to him already the first time she's ever saw him, at his audition for PXL, which made her hire him herself. She says "found you" at that moment, as if she's been searching for someone exactly like him. Out of all the possible candidates who applied who she might've seen, why Tsukasa specifically?

It could be just about him boasting about making fantastic shows, which of course is a part of it. But I feel like this isn't all, that there was something else that she noticed, that maybe she didn't fully realise at that moment

Then later, in Wonder Magical Showtime, after Tsukasa's motivational speech, Emu specifically thinks back to that audition and how she felt something special there. And, most importantly, she thinks it as if she's talking to her grandpa – like he's somehow tied to it, to her realisation that Tsukasa is the one

Putting aside the fact they were fighting for Rakunosuke's park, which obviously makes Emu think back to him, there's something more. Emu doesn't think anything of the sort about Rui, even though he was the one who came up with the night show, or about Nene. Nor did she mention any kind of this strong feeling/conviction about having them on the Wonder Stage in the main story

She's focused on Tsukasa, because he's the one that brought all these people together and gave them the last push they needed to fight for PXL. He's the one they listen to, he who understands what this park was all about and why they need to save it. He's standing on the stage her grandpa built, looking at all those people working here, and he's leading them, telling them this dream CAN be made a reality and it's more important than anything else

And I feel like she could have looked at that and been reminded of her grandpa a bit, with how much he loved the park he built and brought people together with the same ideals and love and made dreams come true

2) Miles

Speaking of WMS, I'm sure we all remember Miles, the sorcerer Tsukasa played in the night show in WMS, and how he was a character very clearly based on Rakunosuke. It's not very surprising it's Tsks who got this role, but it's still interesting to me. It feels like no-one else would've been able to get this character right and neither would Emu as Shao with someone else playing Miles

I won't get into what "Miles" Tsukasa says in the play, because that's just the script and not a representation of Tsukasa himself, but I do want to draw attention to the specific scene where Emu's father is watching the night show and looks at Tsukasa, then says this:

This is the first time that – i suspect – Tsukasa is outright "stated" to be like Rakunosuke. Here I say "suspected" since I'm not 100% sure of it for two reasons. One of them being that as we know, the ensekai translation is sometimes often bad. For that I looked up the original text as well as an old translation of the event on YT to check for differences

The line ends up being similar in meaning, more or less, but a bit more vague. That also ties to my second doubt though, which is that Emu's father might be referring not to Tsukasa himself, per se, but rather to the character of Miles he's playing

I feel like both can make sense, in their own way (and the event is a Tsukasa focus for a reason, too), but for here I'm throwing it more as a hint than any kind of outright proof. Food for thought

3) Tsukasa and Rakunosuke's deams

Then, as we reach Popping in my Heart! and learn more of Rakunosuke from Riley's pov, there's another interesting thing that pops up. That is, the fact that Tsukasa and Rakunosuke share the same dream

And then, that's when Emu confirms what I've talked about before – that this whole time, she's felt something about Tsukasa being so reminding of her Grandpa

So Tsukasa has all this time "carried the same spirit" as Rakunosuke – which is possibly the reason why Emu has been feeling strangely drawn to him from the beginning

4) The Wonderland SEKAI

Hey. Hey. Remember this line?

(tl by tsukasa's #3 fan on YT)

Yeah, this one. The same reason why wxs even has "Wonderlands" in their troupe name

You know what else has Wonderland in its name?

That's right! Tsukasa's SEKAI!

Tsukasa's SEKAI. A different world that's created from his feelings, that's a place born from his desire to make everyone smile with his shows. A world that just recently expanded to include plushies representing all those different shows – different worlds – wxs created as a troupe. It's a world that Tsukasa, in a way, made by himself (albeit unconsciously)

Oh did I mention the Wonderland SEKAI is also, primarily, pre-wl, a theme park? With a big ass ferris wheel and several stages and a castle and a train and a merry-go-round, a rollercoaster and more? You know, kind of just like Phoenix Wonderland? Which was built by Emu's grandpa?

Do you ever think about that? That both Tsukasa and Rakunosuke "made" their own "Wonderlands"? That the SEKAI is so similar to PXL? Because I do

Anyway. Those were the main similarities or references I noticed, but I still have some few other miscellaneous thoughts i had aside from that that I'll sum up a bit quicker

Tsukasa and Emu's grandpa both care more about the shows (& pxl) themselves and the effect they have on people to make them smile than any kind of fame or recognition

A reminder, too, that despite the movie's popularity, nobody really knew that Rakunosuke worked on "Smiley" (or that it was even a Riley Entertainment movie at all)

There's also the fact that both tsks and rknsk get stuck more on the excitement they want their audiences to feel rather than on the technical sides or worries about how it would be possible – as seen with Rakunosuke convincing Riley to include all his dreams and ideas in "Smiley" without focusing as much on the budget and all to install that wonder in the viewers, and Tsukasa doing anything to perfect his acting, and also agreeing to most of Rui's stunts and experiments and production ideas as long as it gets the audience to become more immersed

I noticed as well that they're both people who wear their hearts on their sleeves, who easily get emotional and enthusiastic, who empathise a lot with the others' emotions and struggles, becoming happy when something good happens to them

^ he cried here. And later at the fan festa seeing nene sing confidently and happily he teared up again

And also just *gestures vaguely at pandemonium event and Rui's "tsukasa's friends' happiness is his own happiness" line*. Yeah

Most importantly, Tsks and Rknsk both care so, so much about shows ending with smiles and not tears

And overall about everyone smiling and being happy. Like Tsukasa telling Emu in the main story, on the ferris wheel, that when her grandpa meant making EVERYONE smile, it included Emu, too, and he wanted to make sure she's happy as well

There's also everything with Emu, too. The way she's very clingy with Tsukasa, always throwing herself at him (not that she isn't with everyone, but she does seem to jump at him the most often)

She's also implied to open up a bit more around him – in Smile of a Dreamer, when wxs expressed their worries about emu hiding her problems, KAITO implies that its unusual she "hasn't told EVEN Tsukasa"

And it's Tsukasa who first understood that, despite how it may seem that "she always is so optimistic and says whatever's on her mind", in the end "the bigger the problem, the less likely she is to talk" (paraphrased quotes from smile of a dreamer). And also underdstood what's the most important to her and how to give her a push to voice her worries to them

It's Tsukasa who Emu first got so scared of leaving their troupe and her behind

I simply feel like Emu is aware of the similarities her grandpa and Tsukasa share and, subconsciously, trusts him a lot and gets attached to him easily

Anyway. This is just a bunch of thoughts that came to mind that I wanted to share and hear your thoughts on maybe too. I love emukasa so much they have such a great dynamic, and I feel the implied similarities between Rakunosuke and Tsukasa add a lot to that too. I'm really curious if it'll be something they'll explore more in future events. Because I feel these parallels are there for some reason

[thelunarfairy]

The melancholy love of the Yugi twins

I wonder why baby Tsukasa feels so rejected by Amane, hate is such a strong word especially for a child so young to have knowledge about her and believe that she is hated by someone she loves so much.

The love of twins is more intense than the love of ordinary brothers, there is a connection, a bond, born together and sharing the best and worst moments of life, discovering the world little by little, of course each of them in their own way. . It's like you were born with your best friend by your side. (Although unfortunately this is not always the case).

Their love transcends and surpasses death, "I will remember you as long as I breathe, no, beyond when I breathe"

A 4-year-old child who gives up her own life because her older twin will no longer be by her side, even though he tried so hard to give him the best he could, what does Amane like? I'll look for it, I'll give it to him! And the room was slowly filling up with toys, plants, animals and books that talked about the adventures of space, because Amane likes the stars, one day he will look for her and I want him to do it, even if I don't be here to see.

Seeing his brother in agony, always in bed, always so discouraged, he committed himself to changing that, he decided alone. And he did what he could, for such a small boy, his gestures were so tender, it's a shame he didn't realize something

Amane didn't want any of that, he wanted to be with Tsukasa.

Why did Tsukasa think he hated him? Just because Amane was sad and finally managed to say what he felt? That he wanted to be able to run and play around like him?

At what point did he feel so rejected by his brother that he decided it was okay to leave because Amane hated him, he would live happily without me. Why does such a little boy have to feel this way? Amane did her best to be with Tsukasa, whether reading the books he brought together, or being by his side even without having the strength to do so.

He felt that way… And he decided that he wanted to celebrate his birthday for the last time with his brother, he wanted to hear for the last time, even if it was perhaps the first, that his brother loved him. It was the last thing he wanted to hear before leaving, knowing for sure that he wouldn't come back.

How could he be sure that his departure would be more of a relief than a pain? He couldn't, he was just a child who felt rejected and did the best he could to show Amane that he loved him, even if Amane never knew the sacrifice he made for him.

He wouldn't know.

So, after making that choice he believed he had done the best, but then Nene and Kou appear and tell him that his older brother, the one he fought so hard to make happy, killed him and took his own life in followed.

It was there that Tsukasa received the first stab.

How could I? I did everything for him, I gave my life in exchange for his, and he took it from me again? Why?

Why?

Who was Amane truly? Did he really hate me?

Maybe this gave him the certainty of the truth he wanted so badly to escape.. Amane hates me, but does he really hate me? What if I bring him his favorite ball? What if I give you a new book? Will he still hate me? Perhaps these were his thoughts.

Then suddenly

"Amane Yugi died at the age of 13 before killing his younger brother"

He really hates me. You don't kill someone you love, even Tsukasa knows that.

He came back, and he came back to understand Amane, he didn't come back because he believed he needed Tsukasa, or because he loved him, he came back understanding that his sacrifice had been in vain. And by that time, Tsukasa had already been influenced enough by that creature inside the house. A little boy who is discovering the world now, and whoever introduces him to this world is a monster who enjoys the lives of living creatures at his pleasure.

"Let's go back, I want to see how Amane is going to kill me"

This phrase is more melancholic than disturbing, what many people say. A little boy who doesn't cry, but has strong resentments for the brother he fought so hard to have his love, and all he got was more rejection. The thing inside him just pushed him further and further, because maybe he was planning something and he clearly wanted to use the boy for it.

Then he comes back, but he's not the same anymore.

Who is Tsukasa now? He's still here, but why? He needs a reason to stay, to come back. He still wants to understand Amane, he still wants to feel loved by him.

There is no way of knowing what happened between them for a long time as it was not shown to us, but even though Tsukasa is sometimes so cruel, his innocence transcends. Because is it half Tsukasa who lives there, and the other half? Well, he doesn't have a name yet, but that other half is that monster that took him from his brother. He is always happy to meet Amane, hugs him whenever he can, and is still so tender with him sometimes.

But does Amane think about Tsukasa?

I tend to think that the Tsukasa with the seal is just his yorishiro, while the real one is that other one who appears to Nene every now and then, always with such a tender look. It's as if this is really that same little boy, he's there still looking out for his brother even after having gone through all this, still with that melancholy look.

Tsukasa's love transcends, it is visible and palpable, he was not made to be the monster they force us to think he is, he became what he found necessary to be.

Who is the person who cares about Tsukasa?

Maybe, all he needs is just a hug from Amane and the truth he wants to hear

"I love you Tsukasa, I want you to stay because you are the most important person to me, even if everything is destroyed, I want you by my side, as it should be"

Because none of this would have happened if Tsukasa felt loved by Amane

"I can't sacrifice myself, because he will be unhappy without me, because he will sacrifice himself with me, I want Amane to live and be happy, if he is happy with me around , so I stay"

[artistic-intrxvert]

hey there!

just cus im curious and dealing with some crap, how would Hanako and/or Tsukasa help his S/O who tried to scratch the feeling of someone's touch off of them? Not him of course, but someone else like a bully who touched their arm too much and it made them want the feeling ✨off✨ and ended up really messing up their arm in the process.

He doesn't get to see them do it, but when they're cleaning and take off their jacket so it doesn't get dirty he sees their arm? Or he could watch the event go down and could stop them before it happens. Idk.

If you're not comfortable writing this it's okay, and you don't have to! Have a good day/night/life, wherever you are. <3

Hello hello! I am sorry this took a while to get to! I have been having a hard time with my mental health lately so I tried to take a break! I am feeling much better now, tho! I made these into mini oneshots to make up for this being so late! I for some reason felt a lot writing this one even though I haven’t really ever had problems with this..I am so sorry if you are going through things like this. I know that reading some words probably won’t make it all immediately better but I want you to know that you are so loved and appreciated by those around you, even if they don’t seem like it sometimes. If you don’t believe that, then I want you to know that despite the fact I don’t know who you are, I still care for you and am always here for you when you need it <3

Side note: I am going to stop putting whether my requests are open on my requests so that it doesn’t get confusing for those who only read my past works!! If you want to know if my requests are open, check the pinned post on my page! There you can find when I have request’s open as well as rules! Thank you for taking time to read this! Onto the stories!

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm (can be triggering to some, be careful!), HEAVY angst on Hanako's(comfort later on), cursing(sorry in advance! I couldn’t help myself-)

Proofread: yes

Prompt: Hanako and Tsukasa reacting to a S/O who tries to ✨rub off✨someone’s touch

Hanako

You were helping Yashiro clean the bathrooms, as you usually do at the end of the day. You still question every single day why this was the thing Hanako wanted Nene and you to do for him as a payment.

He could have had you do anything! I mean think about it! He could have you go around and collect cursed objects or try and stop evil apparitions with him..but no. He instead chose to have you clean bathrooms. Seriously, who even uses these??

You let your mind wander as you wiped the sinks along with the mirrors belonging to each sink. Your sleeve slipped down your forearm and revealed...marks on your skin. You froze your movements entirely. Your breath hitched, this was not the best time. Not now.. please not now... you thought to yourself.

You have been hiding the fact that your bully has been..touchy lately. It made you super uncomfortable and no matter how many times you would wash your arms and scrub them with lots of soap, it felt like your arm was covered by the bully's touch. It made you sick to the stomach just thinking about it.

You must have not heard Nene call your name because you were pulled out of your thoughts by Nene tapping your shoulder a little firm, but not in a way that would hurt you. She was too sweet, you know that. She wouldn't do anything to hurt you. "Did you hear me, (Name)?" Nene looked at you with concern. Before you could answer, Hanako came over to see what was happening. He took one look at your arm and froze.

"What happened to your arm, (Name)..?"

Oh, god dammnit.. This was the last thing you wanted. Why did you not just cover up your arm? Now you have to explain how disturbed you are by the touch of someone who gives you shit all the time. You realized you hadn't said anything and that talking would probably be the best thing you can do right now.

"Uhmm..nothing just..anxiety I guess, heh.."The FUCK was that?!? Now they know you have been hurting your arm!! Great going, (Name). Hanako stared into your eyes for a while, his orbs seemed to be filled with mixed emotions. Hurt, worry, ...anger...?

"..Yashiro, could you give us a few minutes? I will call you back in when we are done," Hanako asked, more like demanded with the tone he used. Yashiro nodded and left without a word. Now it was just you and Hanako. The silence made the air feel thick.

"What happened to your arm?" Hanako looked at you with what looked like a mix of pity and slight anger. What he was angry about, nobody knew. "I was just.. scratching at it. I do that sometimes.." You felt tears fill the brim of your eyes.

Hanako gave you a look that said that we wasn't buying it. "Did something else happen..?" His eyes locked with yours, as if they were looking for something. What were they searching for? You probably knew what, but you didn't want to admit your problems. Hanako already has a lot of things he worries about as it is. It would just be a bother..

"..No, I am just..anxious is all.. It's fine, really!" You tried to reassure him with a fake smile. "You are lying." Hanako said, his tone starting to scare you a bit. Hanako reached out for your arm but you flinched away, pulling your sleeve over your arm."H-Hanako.. you're scaring me.." The tears you were holding in started to stream down your face.

"I'm scaring you? I'M scaring you? (Name), you look like you have been hurting yourself and you aren't telling me what has been going on! I am scared! I am worried about you, (Name)! I don't want you to hurt yourself! I have been there, I get it! But please, tell me what's going on!"

Hanako has tears in his eyes. You'd never seen him like this before. You felt bad now, he was just worried about you. And yet for some reason you decide to not talk to him.

"Hanako.." You reach out to him and before you can get past his name, he already has his arms wrapped tightly around you. He held you like if he let his grip loose even slightly, you would fade away.

"I just..I want you to be okay..So please..please talk to me.." He let out a quiet sob. You hugged him back and started crying with him.

"Okay, Hanako. I will tell you what has been..going on...but can we just...sit down for a few minutes..?" You quietly asked between sniffles and sobs. He slowly nodded, still embracing you in his arms as he sat you both down on the floor by the window sill.

-a few minutes later-

Hanako had finally calmed down and was patiently waiting for you to tell him whatever has been on your mind. You took a deep breath and look into Hanako's curious, orange orbs.

"So..I have told you about (Bully's Name), right?" You softly asked, already starting to feel terrible just saying their name. "Yes..you have told me about them a few times..do they have something to do with this?" Hanako replied, deep concern in his voice.

"Yes, they are involved in this... They have been..kind of an asshole lately and uhm.. they have also been..grabbing my arm and stuff.." You explained, getting more and more anxious as you spoke.

Hanako remained silent, listening to your every word. But you could see that the more he spoke, the more pissed he seemed. He wasn't mad at you, oh, of course not! He just wanted to talk to this..(Bully's Name)... Hanako spoke up after a few moments of silence.

"Are the scratches from them or did you do that?"

"I did that..it feels like their touch is just...always there..like i can't get it off no matter how many times i wash or scrub or..scratch my arm.."

Oh.. Now Hanako understood. He felt bad for you, really. This was not what he thought was originally happening. He is relieved you weren't hurting yourself due to..bad thoughts. However, he is still kind of upset that you have this problem.

"Im so sorry, dear. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" He asked, moving his arm so that he can hold your hand.

You gave his hand a gentle, affirming sqeeze and held a small smile before replying, "I don't think so.. Maybe some cuddles..?"

He smirked at that and let out a small chuckle. "Alright, (Name). Get comfortable, I am not going to be letting you go for a while."

You ended up falling asleep while having your face in Hanako's neck. Noticing this, Hanako smiled and gave a kiss to your forehead. The last thing he remembers before falling asleep is whispering into your ear, "As long as I am around, I won't let them hurt you. You have my word. Sweet dreams, love." And then he fell asleep on the floor of the bathroom, you in his loving arms.

-

Tsukasa

You were making your way towards the broadcasting room since the last bell of the day had rung. You couldn't wait to see Tsukasa, he said that he had a surprise for you. You wondered what it could possibly be. Knowing him, though, it might be a dead mokke he found or possibly some kind of tea party date.

You two often had tea party dates and while they are nice and all, you really want to just sit down and cuddle every once in a while.Your thought train was forced to a halt when you heard your name being called by a certain someone.

Oh no.. please not now.. you thought to yourself and as you tried your best to ignore the voice and continue walking to the broadcasting room. "(Name)! Did you not hear me? Deaf bitch, can't even respond to your own name! How pathetic!" (Bully's Name) called out to you. Just ignore it..just ignore it.. you're almost there..

Turns out ignoring it was not the best choice you have made. You felt a firm and painfully tight grip on your wrist, yanking backwards and onto the floor. You hit the ground and felt the air knocked out of your lungs. You closed your eyes and let out a pained groan.

(Bully's Name) chuckled manically and stared down at you. "Oh, how pathetic! You can't even keep yourself standing!" Hearing those words made your eyes feel glossy. You knew you couldn't keep yourself standing. You knew that already. But despite that fact, you still tried. You still tried to stand your ground.

You felt your eyes start to tear up, and you tried to rub your eyes to stop them from streaming down your face. Before you can lift them to your face, (Bully's Name) grabs both your wrists and stares you down. You try and pull your wrists away, tears rolling down your cheeks now.

"All I have to do is grab your wrists and you act all pathetic! It's funny how weak you are!" They just kept spewing insult after insult until they were satisfied with your state of being.

You watched as they left and went to turn the corner of the hallway when you heard them let out a pained cry followed by rapid footsteps getting further and further away. Had he run into someone else? Before you could even try and answer that question, you felt your arm start to burn.

Not in a way where it hurt, but it a way where it was uncomfortable and you felt like (Bully's Name) was still touching you. It felt horrible. You started scratching your arm trying to get the feeling off when two hands gently held your wrists away from each other.

Your eyes shot up in fear, had (Bully's Name) come back to torment you?

No, it was actually your boyfriend Tsukasa. You looked up at him in shock, not knowing what to say. Was he the one that ran into your bully? He must have, (Bully's Name) is not the type to get scared easily and Tsukasa was the most sadistic person..ghost..you knew.

"Hi, Doll~ Who was that back there? I noticed they were getting reallll close to you.." Tsukasa asked, his eyes going dark. His tone sent a shiver down your spine.

“Oh them, that was just..never mind. Can you let go of my wrists please? They hurt..” you mumbled the last part to yourself. But Tsukasa only let go of one of your wrists and held your face with his free hand.

“Doll, I know you’re lying. If you tell me who it is, I will give you cuddles~” he tried to deal with you despite the fact that even if you did get cuddles, he always ends up clinging to you in the broadcasting room anyway. Cuddles did sound pretty promising, though.

“…Fine. That was (Bully’s Name). They have been…talking to me since middle school. I don’t know why but all I know is that they keep touching my arms along with insulting me a lot and it makes me uncomfortable.” You admitted, already knowing Tsukasa was going to end up finding and killing this kid. Oh well, you tried.

“Ohh~ They must be the reason you are always itching at your arms, yes? Well, you won’t have to worry about them anymore.” The last part made you feel uneasy. But at the same time, you wouldn’t be seeing (Bully’s Name) again..

“Now, let’s go to the broadcasting room. ‘Kay, (Name)?” Tsukasa asked you, holding out his hand for you to take. You gave a gentle smile and took his hand. You nodded and he teleported you to the broadcasting room.

-A few minutes later-

Tsukasa had you on his arms on the couch in the broadcasting room. And while you realized that Tsukasa never gave you your surprise, you didn't care since you were starting to feel tried. You felt Tsukasa kiss your cheek before kissing your neck gently, telling you to sleep if you need to.

You eventually fell asleep in his arms and Tsukasa pet your hair gently, smiling at your sleeping form. Sakura and Natsuhiko walked in and were about to say something when Tsukasa gave them “the stare”. They got the message and left quietly.

Tsukasa couldn’t wait to track down this (Bully’s Name) and make sure they pay for what they did to you. But for right now, he was going to hold you close and whisper sweet nothings to you as you slept peacefully in his grasp.

-

I am really sorry for this coming out late! I hope you enjoyed, tho! I spent a LOT of time on this so I hope it is to your liking and I also hope I got the correct meaning of “trying to rub off their bully’s touch” and if I didn’t, please let me know and I can fix it for you! Have an amazing day/night and I hope to see more requests from you lovely human beings!! <333

-artistic-intrxvert

[anzynai]

Idiot

Tsukasa & Nene (Project Sekai)

a/n: @thatonetickleblog PAYTON IT WAS REALLY HARD KEEPING IT A SECRET FROM YOU, BUT GUESS WHOS UR SQUEALING SANTA! i was really happy that i got you, especially we have similar interests and i originally planned to get this done for christmas but things came up… anyways, i kinda struggled characterizing nene so sorry if she’s ooc, BUT I HOPE U ENJOY PAYTON ILYSM

summary: when nene and tsukasa are left alone to practice for a show, things end up turning in a way neither of them expected.

word count: 1.2k

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Nene stood awkwardly as Tsukasa prattled on and on about their next show. He was clearly and very vocal about his excitement. Of course, she was excited too, but… did he have to be. so loud?!

The two were at Tsukasa’s house. Rui realized he forgot an important prop and went to go get it, Emu deciding to tag along. This left Nene and Tsukasa all alone, which Nene didn’t mind, but she wasn’t used to dealing with the other’s seemingly infinite amount of energy.

“So what do you think, Nene?!” Tsukasa shouted, after a few minutes. Nene flinched at being addressed all of a sudden.

“It’s.. an idea, alright..” She started, but trailed off. “But…”

“But..?” This caught Tsukasa’s attention as he slowed down his movements, intent on listening to her completely.

“I think if we reveal who the culprit was at the end… it might leave the audience feeling unsatisfied? It kinda.. takes out the magical feel to it…” She mumbled, feeling shy. “I-I mean, it’s a good idea but the kind of story we are acting feels like an open ending would fit better.”

Tsukasa was silent for a few moments and Nene wondered if he didn’t like what he said.

“Hah!” Tsukasa yelled out, suddenly, hitting his fist to his palm. “You’re right, Nene!”

Tsukasa pulled out a pencil and began marking on the script. Nene, on the other hand, watched. She didn’t respond to his words, but she could feel happiness swelling up in her chest. She was afraid he wouldn’t like her changing the script, but she forgot what kind of person Tsukasa was.

“There we go! How’s that?” Tsukasa exclaimed, handing her the script. She read over it and skimmed through the notes, before giving an approving nod.

“It’s good.” She said, giving it back to the other.

“Great! Let’s practice!”

“N-now?! Shouldn’t we wait until Emu and Rui come back?” She asked, though she stood up anyway.

“We’ll practice when they are here too, but no harm in getting a head start!” Tsukasa explained, standing alongside her. He stretched his arms up for a moment, but pointed at a certain scene. “Let’s start here!”

“Okay..”

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And so, they practiced. Since Tsukasa was the star of the show this time, that meant there were more scenes were Nene wasn’t as present or kinda just… stood there awkwardly. She didn’t mind, though. She didn’t want a lead spot like Tsukasa, anyway. Still, the role she was in, as the main character’s magical fairy guide, was a bit more out there than her previous roles.

“Hi-yah!” Tsukasa shouted, thrusting his palm out to the side and…

“Ow!” Nene gasped, holding her nose.

“Nene! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!” Tsukasa all but lept at her, concern painted on his face.

“You..” Nene said, voice a bit nasally from covering her nose.

“How can I make it up to you?!”

“You idiot!” Nene let her impulses get the best of her as she pounced on Tsukasa, feeling a sudden desire for payback. She wasn’t exactly sure what fo do, thouugh, until she landed on top of him. Tsukasa, clearly not prepared for this uncharacteristic action, toppled over, landing on the sofa. A small squeal slipped from his mouth and it didn’t take a genius to figure out why. Nene looked down, her hands gripping each side of Tsukasa’s ribs.

“NenEHEHEHE?!” He blurted, but was interrupted by his own laughter. Nene didn’t really know exactly what she was doing, but now that she started, she felt she couldn’t stop.

“You need to be more careful wifh your actions.” She pouted, annoyed, but kneaded her small hands into the other’s sides.

“Whahahat ahahahare y-you dohohohoing?!” Tsukasa screeched, shocked and embarrassed. Nene felt embarrassed too, but she pushed that feeling away.

“Payback..” She said, simply, not trusting herself to say any more. It was hard to admit, but Tsukasa actually.. looked quite cute like this. She was used to his boastful smiles and laughter, but this.. felt more genuine, like a side of Tsukasa she rarely got to see.

“Pahahahay bahahack?! I sahahahaid I wahahahas s-sohohorry!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been so reckless!” Nene spat, pinching in between each of the bones in his ribs. His ribs seemed like a sensitive area, but they couldn’t ellicit anything more than giggles and Nene had the urge to incite laughter out of the blond.

Instead, she began squeezing at his sides, light and barely there, but enough for yet another squeal to pass Tsukasa’s lips.

“NOHOHOHO N-nohohot thEHehere!”

Oh. This seemed like a good spot. Nene decided to linger there for a couple seconds, testingly trying different areas of his sides, different pressures, anything to see what gave her the most reactions.

“You’re so sensitive. It’s fitting for you…” She muttered, pressing at his sides like they were buttons on a controller.

“W-whAHAHAt is thAHAHAHAt s-sUHPOSehehed tohoho mean?!” Tsukasa cackled. “Just pihick sohohomewhere else!”

“If you say so.” And so, somewhere else became his stomach, including his belly button. She scribbled over his ticklish skin, though she could tell the clothing he was wearing offered some protection, but still drove him mad nonetheless.

“EhEHEHEHEh..!” Tsukasa shrieked, giggling and laughing. He seemed to squirm a lot, but didn’t put up much of a fight. Nene decided to store that in her mind for later, but then she thought about how stupid it would be to do that, so she erased it from her mind. (She would still remember.)

“Everywhere is just so.. sensitive, isn’t it?” Tsukasa blushed at that. It was true. Tsukasa was one of the most ticklish people she knew, even among her troupe, which were embarrassingly ticklish themselves. She was sure it was her and Tsukasa who held the record. Though, it was only Rui who knew about this fact compared to everyone being aware of Tsukasa’s ticklishness, through the fours’ countless tickle fights. Nene usually stayed out of those, though.

“Stohohohop..!” Tsukasa mumbled, through his laughter, holding his hands up to his face.

“…” Nene dipped her finger into his bellybutton. At least, as far as it could go through his clothes, and vibrated her fingers.

“AHHHAHHAAHA!”” Tsukasa laughed and laughed and Nene smiled along with him, resisting the urge to laugh to show him just how much she was enjoying this. But, she could indulge herself in a smile at the very least, she thought to herself.

“Ah, looks like you two had fun without us, huh?” Rui’s smirk could be heard in his voice and just like a cat, Nene jumped from her current position to almost all across on the other side of the room, her blush matching Tsukasa’s for being caught. Tsukasa stayed where he was, residual giggles leaving his mouth.

“Nene, you tickled Tsukasa?! No fair!” Emu pouted, though she seemed happy that they seemed to have a good time.

“Shut up..” Nene muttered, quietly, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, she got me pretty good…” Tsukasa sighed, the laughter and tingles finally leaving his system.

“I wanna tickle Tsukasa too!” Emu exclaimed, wiggling her fingers. Tsukasa only responded with a gulp.

“It has been a while, hasn’t it?” Rui pondered, almost as if he was feeling nostalgic.

“It’s only been two days!” Tsukasa squawked, panic and anticipation in his face, but before he could say any more, Emu was already tickling him, Rui following shortly after.

Idiots, Nene thought, as she smiled and decided to join in.

[blackcatmaui]

Mi Hermosa Flor

FTM!Reader x Miguel O’Hara

(SMUTLESS TEASER)

•3• •3• •3• •3• •3• •3• •3• •3• •3•

“Te ves divino, mi lindo”

Crimson orbs stared directly into yours, as though they’d shed blood directly into your soul if you stared too long. A growl left his plump lips, raising an eyebrow. He’d make sure you paid attention to him.

A firm grip by his strong, tender hand on your chin directed your gaze back to him.

“Aht aht. Don’t look away, hermoso.”

His tongue grazed across razor sharp fangs, a drop of blood escaping from his tongue. He didn’t even flinch.

“You have some nerve to dress so pretty, cariño. Especially after what you did.”

His gaze darkened in a sultry manner, yet it was tainted by a glint of disappointment. You pretended to not know what he meant; yet you knew exactly what he was referring to. You were strictly forbidden from wandering the HQ unattended… And yet here you were, sitting on his desk.

“No te hagas el tonto, nene.”

He growled, his gaze hardening.

“You know why you’re here. You broke a rule. The one thing I ask of you is to not wander off unattended, yet here you are. You must love being punished. Tut tut.”

His low vocals rumbled its way through your very soul, flowing like caramel from his mouth. Your eyes seemed to wander again across the male’s features; and in particular, his chiseled jawline framing his strong neck enticed your vision… Lower. This did not escape the brutish man, who took amusement in your utterly shameless nature.

Hi grip on your jaw was suddenly much more apparent as he yanked your head back up to face him; and even then, he was so gentle with you. You truly were a delicate flower to him… Something he was scared to break.

His face leaned forward, dark locks of hair disrupting the hungry gaze that wreaked reckless abandon to any resolve you had left.

Any resistance.

“Look at you.”

A dry, low rumble of laughter left him; its faintness made you doubt if you’d truly heard it.

“Dios mío, eres una puta, Y/N. You can’t even spare me one moment to talk without trying to undress me with your eyes. Pathetic.”

The unholy way in which he stared at you, keeping his large frame as close as possible to your own as you had nothing else to do but whimper, and the quiet moans he released purely by the hold your own returning gaze has on him as he looked as you were truly a series of events to behold. He looked as though he could eat you alive.

In fact… He might.

“But you know what?”

He wondered often to himself,

“I know you can do better, mi vida. Because I know what you are. What you really are.”

What magic did you do, to turn him into this every time he saw you?

He leaned in closer to you, his fang barely draping across the top of your ear.

“You’re a good boy. No, mi flor; my good boy. My pretty boy... All mine.”

You may be nothing but a delicate, pretty flower to him…

But Miguel came to realize over the course of the time he’d known you, that he had always truly loved breaking pretty things.

[ngmn2002]

Hello, I hope I'm not bothering you, I found your blog through my favorite blog, Lunar Fairy, through the last chapter analysis post, I went to your blog and saw that you really like Tsukasa, I was happy, I love him. Can I ask you some questions? Do you think the twins will ever reconcile? I have great hopes that Hanako-kun will one day be able to tell Tsukasa how much he loves him. But I have doubts, do you think Hanako-kun loves Tsukasa? If he loves, why does he treat him that way? Why does he despise him? Why isn't he true? He's never kind or affectionate towards Tsukasa, and seeing that hurts! At first I was afraid of Tsukasa, but then I saw that he was just suffering alone, but it was all because of Hanako-kun, why doesn't Hanako-kun show how much he loves Tsukasa? Sorry if I asked too many questions, I hope you have a good day. Greetings from France.

Hello. ^^ Haha, oh yes, it was one we discussed and decided to cooperate and make together to list some points we had at mind regarding the last chapter. I'm glad it was to your liking. Hmm, he is my favorite character in this manga, the reason I'm here and still here. I'm happy to hear you love him, too.

"Do you think the twins will ever reconcile?"

This similar ask might hold a good part of the answer. I will say yes, as long as there is love, there is a way. The 2 love each other more than anything else. What's between them is a misunderstanding built on increasing miscommunication, once that is 'fixed', things will go the right way. However, we're not sure what their 'ending' will be after they reach that point, or how things will develop with them. Would the 2 coming to fix the issue to last for long between them open a door for a "better future" they can happily share together, or announce the finish line of their journey, and have the curtains falling to end their entire 'play'? Let's keep on having hope for the 2 to share their love the right way one day, and have a happy ending to await them, despite all the odds.

"do you think Hanako-kun loves Tsukasa?"

As previously said on the twins' feelings toward the other, and looking at these to serve a part of Hanko's case,

... don't they scream Hanko's inner feelings toward Tsukasa? Ones to hold lots and lots of 'love and adoration' for his precious moon?

"why does he treat him that way? Why isn't he true?why doesn't Hanako-kun show how much he loves Tsukasa?"

If we came across Hanako's way of behaving with those he loves, what can we do... he is this type of guy...

He has a great curse cast on him, by his own tongue and rude actions, some methods he tends to use to cover up those rosy cheeks of his, and show a tough behavior before those his heart is about to explode inside his chest out of the love he holds for them. He is that type of 13-year-old teenager. Someday, he shall grow up, become more experienced, and can communicate his feelings toward those he loves better. I hope for that.

It's thanks to his great curse, we reached this point between him and Tsukasa, him and Nene. I can't help but sigh thinking over that. How a word said in the right time and place can change a lot, and having it not said, leads to such massive destruction and mess. The more it stays hidden, the more the situation gets messier and extremely difficult to fix.

"Why does he despise him?"

Hanako hating Tsukasa? Oh, as we said, he loves him so much, but can't communicate his feelings right due to him simply being Hanako/Amane, so it ends up looking that way, just reflected the wrong way, to most people, Tsukasa himself included. Hanako just needs to work on himself to communicate that love the right way, and he is trying to do it right...

He is improving, but still, as he does that, the mess itself grows messier and is getting so hard to fix at this point, I even assume we might have gone far beyond words being able to fix it. Which is so tragic.

In fact, maybe for you to get a nice view on how I see this thing, Hanako's "I hate you" to Tsukasa, their miscommunication issue, this post on ch 110 might help. X You can also find some other posts to talk about the twins here on the blog if you might want to check them out.

"He's never kind or affectionate towards Tsukasa, and seeing that hurts!"

Yes, key word is directly.

He shows many tender behaviors and gestures of pure love toward Tsukasa, many, ever since they were little kids and up until now, but they are lost along the way, don't get through, again, due to him not communicating them the right way, they just end up missing their aim.

It's so tragic, painful to think about how their feelings don't seem to meet at this stage of the story. Maybe one day, that shall change. Hope is still there.

"but then I saw that he was just suffering alone"

Yes, that's painfully the case with Tsukasa, one a lot turn a blind eye to. Until when will that last, that is the question. One day, this boy will finally be understood the right way, when we find ourselves shading countless tears over how much he suffered all alone, by himself, when we see how much he struggled, and no matter what stayed up on his feet, never wavered, followed what he believes in, and kept moving forward regardless of anything to stand in his way, trying to cure that ill world they live in and change it into a better one. Such being is one to feel proud of, to admire, to pay full respect to, and it will hardly be near enough.

It's alright, I hope the answer I went for helps you. Greetings to you, have a good day.

[over-rad-squad]

But I'm sure you still remember it. It's a "love song", you know?

(My Dear Starlight Chapter 1)

|🎹|

"Onii-chan!!... I'm bored can we invite some friends over tonight Mom's not going to be home for a few months"

I looked at Tsukasa as he got up and did his iconic pose

"HAHAHA OF COURSE MY DEAR SISTER!,I could invite my friends at school and Emu"

"Ooo!,Can I invite Ichi-chan?!"

"Of course you can't be left out of our sleepover if you don't have Ichika Hoshino"

We both giggled as we texted our friends to come over!

The first one to arrive was An Shiraishi,Tsukasa's Friend

"Yo You're Saki Tenma Right?"

"Mhm the one and only pianist of Leo/need!"

"Pleasure to meet you Toya always talks A lot about you and Your brother"

"Oh we were his Childhood friends!"

-🌟-

I heard the door knock as I left the living room leaving An and Saki Alone to get to know each other

As I opened the door the next person to arrive was Emu,Rui and Nene

"Ha-Ha!,well if isn't My Theater Members!"

"Just call us friends Dumbass"

Nene Looked annoyed at my loud voice

Of course Emu tackles me with her usual catchphrase...

"WONDERHOY!~★, Tsukasa-Kun!! Thank you so so so so MUCH for inviting us over!!"

"Emu....You're killing me Ack!"

"Emu Get off of Tsukasa Your going to hurt him"

Emu immediately got off me as I got up

"Fufu, Tsukasa-Kun it's a pleasure to be here you know!"

...Of course Rui....

ALWAYS giggling like he's flirting with me WE AREN'T DATING EACH OTHER

As we walked to the living room Saki noticed me and the others

"Hi Guys!!"

Nene and Emu Went towards Saki and An and Not Rui

"Why are you still here aren't you going to hang out with the others?"

"No Tsukasa-Kun I want to hang out with you instead!"

Act cool Tsukasa I thought as I chuckled to Rui

"OF COURSE A WORLD FUTURE STAR WILL HANG OUT WITH YOU DIRECTOR!"

-🎮-

Of course we all heard Tsukasa yell how is Saki Okay with all the yelling?

"Saki how can you still handle his yelling?"

"Hehe he's always been like that"

As I sighed and continued playing my game until I heard another knock pausing my game

"I'll get it..."

I approached to the door to See Mizuki And Toya

"Ah Mizuki,Toya!"

"Hi Nene-san I had to bring Toya-kun with me while we were on our way to Tsukasa-senpai's place!"

I smiled softly since I'm neutral with them

"Of course You two are my school mates after all"

-🎈-

I noticed Nene Talking to Toya and Mizuki and I waved at Mizuki

"Oya Mizuki!"

"RUI!!!"

Mizuki Immediately ran Towards me and Hugged me as Toya Went To greet Saki and Tsukasa

"I missed you Sooo much Rui!"

"Fufu Anything that makes you happy to see me!"

-🎧-

I smiled at Saki and I saw Toya

"Yo Toya!,your invited too?!"

"Ah...well yes Tsukasa-senpai invited the people he knows at School"

"Isn't Onii-chan the best?!"

Saki smiles At the both of us as I sighed in defeat

"If he wasn't a troublemaker at school with Kamishiro he would've been the best"

We heard the door knocked as Saki got up to get it

-🎹-

As I went to door I opened it to see Ichika,Akito and Ena

"ICHI-CHAN!!!"

I hugged Ichika as I squeal

"S-Saki you're embarrassing me!"

Ena And Akito just watches have a lovely time and I started to blush

"S-Sorry Shinonome-Kun and Shinonome-san! C'mon in!"

"Ugh Finally about fucking time..."

"Akito!"

"What You swear too!"

"Nuh uh!"

And of course the Shinonome siblings began to argue

-🌟-

Saki Came in with Akito and Ena and her Girlfriend Ichika

"AKITO!"

".... oh dear God no"

"Oya Shinonome-Kun!"

"OH GREAT!"

"Ah Mizuki!!"

"Enana!~♪"

"Wh-?!,ENA YOU AREN'T GOING TO HELP ME?!"

"Nope"

"WHAT THE FUCK ENA?!"

I gave Akito a pat on the shoulder

"Pleasure to see you again!"

"....oh brother"

-☕-

I approached Akito with a smile

"Akito,I wasn't expecting you to be here! "

"TOYA?!"

Akito shouted as I gave him a hug TOTALLY NOT HOMO

"Geez...You always make me happy y'know that right?"

"Mhm!"

—🌟—

I watched as Toya and Akito get along of course I am the World's future star

I'm so happy that Toya's happy...

And so does Saki

"Alright I think that's Everyone!"

"Yep Everyone's here Onii-chan!"

"We'll let's get the slumber party Going!"

[hana-the-ghostieee]

alright alright alright iiiiiii had An Idea that i might want to share with the world it just came to me a week ago and took it's sweet time running around my head but i don't want to just dump this all on the one poor friend i have that has to know everything about me sooooooooooo. here. featuring a very silly rui & tsukasa cuz i enjoy their dynamic (whether it be platonic or romantic :P they're silly little guys and i like em for it)

okay. so you know the song Che- Che- Check, 1! 2! by WADATAKEAKI or KurageP, right? the same dude that made Chururira Chururira Daddadda! if you were wondering. (all of you wxs fans probably know where i'm going with this.)

i kind of want to hear a Rui and Tsukasa cover, kind of like the Self-cover that takeaki himself did. i know the song is about being a student that's just falling really hard for your teacher but i want to hear them do it *only* and i mean *ONLY* for the whole 1, 2 joke (cuz YEAH that's what i'm here for that's the only reason i made this post)

from the cut things are ruikasa (romantically, not platonically) so if you aren't into that. sorry you got my point you may leave now.

edit: i originally did this on computer but posted it on mobile and ??? it deleted my changes (you know. content descriptions and tags and such) so uhm mhm.

(alright now that they're gone, you guys are my favorites. hi fellow ruikasaer here is where things get ~ juicy ~)

ooh ooh but. if there's a 2dmv. the part where the lyrics go "That's why I'll go do something bad/I'll sneak into the broadcast room in lunch break and play it" is yet another prank, where our weirdo wombo combo sneak into the broadcast room and just play. not sure. silly random noises i guess. idk but instead of going to plan. muehehe. sorry for the evil laugh uhm.

(or maybe they walked around school just recording people say happy birthday or something to nene because well let's have them do something nice for once instead of blasting confetti-filled cannons left, right and center)

whoever's plugging the audio in for the *whole* school to hear. instead of playing said silly random noises. manages to instead. play a recording of his confessions of love to his partner in crime. and you can tell he had background assistance cuz in the back emu and nene are going "wooaaahhhhh☆!!! he's gonna love this!!! it's really mooshy-wooshy and warm!!!" and "...yeah, i guess saying he's the star that lights up the dark void that once was your universe would work. good luck."

ooh or they get caught but one of them forgets their phone and then. after the silly random noises end. the whole school hears the most sappy, sickening confession ever. and rui's just sitting in the back, realizing he forgot his phone in the broadcast room, knowing he left it on autoplay, and he can't do anything but sit in this pool of dread and regret

anyways yeah uhmm that's all i have nothing left to share :P

and then of course the whole school teases them into next year. including the teachers. apparently being boyfriends come with a consequence. nene magically disappears for the next week or two and every time emu comes over during lunch break she gets really confused why everyone's just acting weird? where's nene-chan? what's going on between rui-kun and tsukasa-kun? did they fight again? no wait, i don't think you hold hands and call each other ruru and kasa after you fight... huhh??? whuhh??? bwuhh??? did they - *ugly breath in* OH MY GOD DID THEY CONFESS WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! [she managed to give heart attacks to half the student body and staff with that one scream. i wrote this i would know. and if you want to manifest it into sound assume it sounds like that one KYAAAAA!!! she did from Positive☆Dance Time. im sorry]

[cross-armageddon]

Guys idk if anyone did that already BUT I HAVE HUGE SHIT

project sekai percy jackson au, i am insane over this now

im opening up an au right the fuck now AND THIS POST WILL BE MY FIRST BATCH OF SCRIBBLES DOODLES AND IDEAS

I already have everyone figured out, as in what camp, which parent etc., I just need to figure out everyone's powers, WHICH IS WHAT THIS FIRST AU POST IS ABOUT YIPPEEEEEEEE

For this post, I am bringing you:

WonderShow (1/2)

I'm still figuring out Nene's (Poseidon) and Tsukasa's (Jupiter) powers, BUT EMU AND RUI ARE ALREADY FINISHED AND I HAVE A BUNCH OF SILLY SCRIBBLES

If my writing is too dogshit, tldr:

Emu - Demeter child

Brings prosperity to everyone around her when she's happy, but most don't notice that wealth part because she keeps growing flowers under her feet everywhere and the more happy she is, the more plants grow

Technically it should be obvious she's half blood, but because of the fog, or whatever that masking ability is called, people just keep thinking she brings dirt on her feet or that the flowers are stage props

(Tsukasa is actually one of the victims of that, but that's for later when I explain what's up with him)

MEANWHILE RUI

he's a Dionysus kid, when he came to the camp everyone thought he was a Hephaestus kid because of how he dealt with monster attacks, but no, he was claimed immediately by Dionysus who just came and said "oh yep, that one's mine, hello son"

Dionysus in the books was able to induce mania, so Rui can actually do exactly that, but in a positive way

(I call it autism powers because he can hyperfixate anyone on his shows)

That power of his is actually pretty passive and he barely controls it. He was outcasted as a kid because other kids just found that state scary (even if it was positive) and didnt know what it was etc.

Of course that state is temporary, but it rubs off on everyone and that includes fellow troupe members, like here:

(get it,,,,,,,, grapevines,,,,,,,,,,,,, cuz he's a dionysus kid,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,)

Now, what's up with the Tsukasa thing:

Nene, Emu and Rui go to Camp HalfBlood the oramge shirts, because they're claimed by greek gods

NOW TSUKASA AND SAKI GOT THE THALIA AND JASON TREATMENT - Saki is Zeus, while Tsukasa is Jupiter

So Tsukasa goes to Camp Jupiter...

And you see, when they meet in the outer world - They don't know all of them are demigods.

My vision of this, illustrated:

There have been multiple instances of monster attacks in PXL and all of them are hiding from each other, because if you get injured - how the fuck do you explain it to a civilian?

(But they're not civilians, which is funny)

ANYWAYS

I will be making more powers for everyone, because the list of what demigods everyone is already exists

I already called backup to help me create original powers, I WILL BE BACK WITH MORE SILLIES

[stardewnoodles]

And I shall lie here, betwixed by love and resolve, unsure which I am loyal to, or if either are even real. Teach me again how to be real.

I had so much fun with this one. Up now on AO3! Or read it below:

I

“You think Pico did it? He- no, you don’t talk! Shut the fuck up! You don’t scare me. Yous don’t know anything. By the time your “calvary” swooped in, he was finished cappin’ off Cass’s ass. Look at the tapes. Shit, look at the look on Pico’s face. He. Did. Not. Do. It. Cassandra did. She and her goons. She came in, spouted anarchist bullshit, and… why would anyone do that? And he’s the reason you even have a witness, period. Rest of us are dead, missin’, or hidin’ in the lockers you’re checkin’ in the school. Of course it sounds like I’m makin’ it up: an alien disguised as a goth shoots up a school, but as I been tellin’ you, I dunno what else to tell you, other than that. The truth. Go look in the gym. Body’s still warm. Pico saved my life and he saved Nene’s and whoever he could. That bastard did more than your entire pig force could in the same fuckin’ situation. You will give him the time alone he deserves. You will not walk to your ‘media buds’ and tell this city that my best friend is a murderer. He ain’t the hero you want, but he is one.”

“Nice little speech, brat. Look, I want to believe you as much as the last guy, but there’s one issue with your story. I don’t blame you for distrusting us-“

“Cut the shit. Don’t give me your fake ass pity.”

“Okay. Okay. The bullets we’re finding in most of the… school children… the fingerprints match the people you say caused this.”

“Oh, so for once you’re doing your job?”

“BUT there’s a small issue with your story. The alien bit makes no sense.”

“Check again, dumbass! It’s there! It’s-“


“There is no body, Darnell. Just a pool of blood dragged out to the playground and a leg. Oh please, don’t look like you’ve seen a ghost, no one could’ve survived that much blood loss.”

“…What?”

II

It’s a windy summer evening, making it impossible for the lighter to hold a flame for longer than a second. Pico keeps trying to make it last anyway, even as the wind seeps through the fissures in his cupped hand and blows out the light. He nibbles on the cigarette in his mouth, frustration building. The wind practically spits at the bags under his eyes; the sting of rejection by nature hurts as much as people’s do. Too tired, yet not tired enough, to give up. Pico lifts his eyes off the floor. The city doesn’t look like such a dump at night from a high rise balcony. God willing, it’s the perfect place to get shot at while witnessing the light show. The wind would be too harsh to the trajectory of the bullet, they’d need to account for that as he stands there, waiting with open arms. Nothing happens. Pico spits out the cigarette and watches it fall into the dark abyss below. A bad fog is rolling in, so death can’t see him now. His sweater threatens to rip off his body the way the wind is eager to please him, caressing his waist. With Darnell on his way—he texts this, and it could mean anywhere from five minutes to an hour, because that fucker loves to walk home—Pico falls into the restless delusion that this is a message from Darnell. Fate is bullshit. It serves as someone else’s means to an end that a servant of fate blindly follows. On his worst days, he can’t help but see its appeal. Pico blows a kiss to the wind and begs for it to fly off to Darnell. Only fate can be the reason they share this luxurious room. Darnell is a pyro fanatic who happens to be his best friend since childhood. It’s the classic tale of young love. These are one of the days where Pico looks to the city, outstretches his hand, and ponders.

“Darnie,” Pico whispers. “You wouldn’t love me if we weren’t in this together, would you? A freak accident made you step away from college, that’s all, before we met up again. How could you.” The wind howls and laughs at the man deserving of such. “I wonder a lot, uh, you know, if I stole your future from you. You could’ve been the next Oppy, heh. No. No, what am I saying.” Pico rubs his temples, then his eyes, groaning. If his brain is an office, then all the employees have left and the lights are turning off, one by one. “We both know why you’re not with those freaks. Still…” Life could be kinder to his one and only than this. At the cost of stealing the life of another man, Pico lives in a luxury he dreamt of as a kid. The kitchen has a marble-slated counter with a built-in microwave on the side. The refrigerator is behind an ivory wood door and a bronze handle. The bed is a king sized for two, draped with a blue velvet blanket and a thick comforter to make it easier to fall into the clutches of sleep. Each room is a different color. In the main room, the walls are a dark green. In the bedroom, it’s wallpaper of a boat sailing across the ocean, unsure of its destination, but traveling forth all the same. The brown couch is a perfect excuse for a second bed with how soft its fabric and pillows are. That’s not even the best part. The 4K TV hangs on a brick wall that has a gas fireplace built underneath it. The wooden floor is a standard light brown oak series of planks, but the rug in front of the couch is majestic: a handmade rug based off of Pico’s favorite show of all time, Invader Zim. A priceless investment.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glances at the many weapons strung along the ground. Two out of the four are in dire need of repair This apartment room is one of many safe houses scattered across Newgrounds, paid for in full by the blood and tears of his kills. Vigilante is too nice of a word. A vigilante is supposed to be a hero in some way, shape, or form. Pico is no symbol of hope; he’s the reason windows have locks and figures in power, lurking in the shadows, have twenty men instead of five by their side. There is no side, usually. It’s the money that counts. He’s a bounty hunter, plain and simple, who rarely refuses an offer. A person who blends in with the crowd seamlessly, able to hook Newgrounds like a fish to bait. Despite this, he is simultaneously the very person they never want to meet in their entire life. It turns his gut into a Fruit Roll-up, but he must admit (oh yes, Pico licks his lips to it), the initial shock, the realization, it never gets old. He has to keep it fresh, or else it’s too boring. Raw human emotion is on the same level of eating strawberries the first day he buys them. They are succulent, ripe, and oh so juicy in a way that sticks with him until the next batch. It’s so fresh it gives his mouth an orgasm as it runs down the corner of his lips. Pico taps a finger against the railing. The taste is slightly different, batch after batch. Similarly, no one person evokes the same response to a topic. How delicious. Sophomore high school literature said that, at least. Pico steps back inside and closes the sliding door. The roar of the wind is forgotten by the soothing crackle of false embers.

A whisper comes from the gas. Pico gets close to the fire, cocking his head at the heat brushing against his face. The allure is still there in the form of the frustrated dance of the flames, anger begging to be unleashed. A faint outcry can be heard the longer Pico stares at the fireplace. Something calling to him with such bitterness, the flames may as well be spitting in his face. There are enough people to count on one hand who he’s heard with such hatred. He cautiously reaches out to it. The fire suddenly bursts with new life and swipes Pico’s right hand away. A hundred microscopic bullets tear through the inside of his flesh. His eyes widen in shock when he looks at his hand. The heat, which was meant to be cool at all times, was hot enough to add another battle scar to the collection in a mere second. Pico licks his dry lips. Hot as hellfire.

“Shit!” An issue with the gas? A warning? What else could it be? Pico shuts it off quickly and kisses the new burn mark on his hand. It’s right next to the other hand he sustained over two years ago when Cassandra… “Everything fucking breaks that I touch!” Pico shouts at himself, pissed off, embarrassed. Static sets in. It’s so loud in his head, blaring like the theater, but he can’t leave, he’s glued to the floor.

A rap at the door echoes inside the room. Pico draws the uzi strapped to his waist, ignoring the sharp pain running up his right hand, then up his arm. The safety flicks off easily. The fire dies down, its noise in his head replaced by the roaring static and the drumming beat of his heart. The average draw time of a lousy shooter is one and a half seconds. A better one, maybe a second. The best, six tenths of a second. Taking into account the fact that this is a safe house and he knows nobody else here, he has to assume they’re good at their craft. He either shoots the moment their gun crosses the safety of the hallway or dies. No, he has no idea who it is, he can’t shoot immediately. A shadow blocks light from crawling under the door. Keys jangle as the intruder figures out which one to use. Pico squints. Any second now, and then the noise will stop. Any second now, and he’ll have to worry about buying 5 gallons of bleach. Any second now—

“God damn it, which one of these damn things is it?!” An irritated voice hisses from the other side of the door, just as the lock turns and the door swings open. The static dissipates. Pico lowers his uzi, clutching at his head. Stupid fucking faggot , he grits his teeth, cursing at himself. Look at you . “Peeks? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, or a demon, or some crazy type shit. You good?” Darnell’s wearing his white sweater and jeans today instead of a flaunting hoodie to blend in more with the crowd. He’s been trying new styles lately, this time with a touch of black lipstick he smacks his lips on. His hair has been cut down from a tall flattop to box braids reaching his neck. He got the haircut last week, and it still leaves Pico in awe. He’s gorgeous, divine, raw. “You’re wearing my hoodie again.” Pico clicks the safety on and straps the uzi back to his waist. He takes off his gun belt and tosses it onto the couch.

“Is there a problem with it?” Pico sighs deeply. He tugs at Darnell’s purple and yellow hoodie. It smells like him. It’s soft like him. “Thought you were someone else. You didn’t knock five times, just twice.”

“Oh, I was supposed to- oh shit, I was. I’m sorry man, I totally forgot. '' In his hands, Darnell has two black plastic bags that he grips tightly. They’re lightly covered in rain drops, a sign of the coming storm looming over Newgrounds. Pico looks out the window. Bleak clouds steal the sunlight and use it for their own machinations, absorbing each other like an amoeba. As if on queue, thunder rumbles in the distance. Darnell drops the bags and kneels down to inspect Pico’s hand. Darnell’s face distorts, as if he cannot believe what he’s seeing. He blinks a few times, making sure it isn’t a hallucination engraved on Pico’s hand. Darnell inhales and exhales sharply. “Fail at cookin’ again?” He says with a weak smile.

“No, no the uh… the fireplace.” Pico raises a brow at Darnell, but Darnell doesn’t leave him time to counter with his own question.

“That shouldn’t cause a burn. It ain’t real one in the first place. The gas is only hot enough to keep the cold out of this place. Yeah, that’s hot, but not hot enough to do that.”

“I know, but it did. It lunged at me like it had a bone to pick with me. Really fucking weird. It felt like being bitten. Reminded me of…” A lump gets stuck in Pico’s throat. The word cannot properly form and be uttered, even after all this time. What a coward he was. “You know…”

“She’s, uh,” Darnell pauses, biting his lower lip. He clears his throat. “She’s dead, dude, and last I checked the only person who could maybe revive the dead is busy rearrangin’ your ex’s guts and on our side. I’m sure it’s just a fault with the gas line. I’ll call about it tomorrow.” Darnell squeezes Pico’s hand affectionately before letting go. “Weird burn tat, though.” Part of the training Pico’s father made him endure was the reading of emotions through tonal shifts and a person’s eyes. Slight twitches and awkward shuffles reveal truths that were meant to stay buried. Pico can dig them up, and Darnell, here in the room with him, looks at his hand with fear.

“Huh?” Pico hasn’t been paying attention. Earlier it was too red to make out, but now that it’s settled, he can’t rub out of his eyes what he sees. It’s real. A fiery, distorted, inverted cross. Pico shudders. “Darnie! You don’t find that crazy?! Not at all?! Are you nuts?!” Pico whispers, venom in his tone, afraid of speaking out loud in case the tiny ignition flame that burns day in and day out is listening. Darnell jumps. He rubs his lips with a finger; he does it whenever he’s lost in deep thought, pondering the unknown.

“I’m out there, small time inventor with some fireworks on the side, not a D&D Necromancer. Ain’t nobody but the Dearest fam is, and they’re literal demons. Peeks.” Darnell urges his lover to think about anything else in the known universe. Pico chuckles at Darnell. Small time inventor is one way to describe a pyromaniac. He knows no harm can come to him when said pyromaniac is in the room with him, but he can’t rip his gaze away from the imprint on his hand. Maybe… maybe… maybe? Pico shakes his head. “Well,” Darnell claps his hands together. It brings Pico back to reality. “I did buy some new gloves for your motorcycle ‘cause you whined about it every day to me for the last two weeks. You wanna try them on?” Darnell eases out of the topic while rubbing Pico’s back and sits down with him. He presses the tip of his fingers against the aching muscles in his back. Pico forces down the rising whines of affection.

“Yeah. Yeah.” Pico nods to make his decision clear. Darnell takes the fingerless gloves out of the first bag. They’re purple and the same striking shade as Darnell’s hoodie. It’s a thick material with velcro straps. He puts them on with the help of Darnell, who slowly slides them onto his boyfriend’s hands. As Pico tightens the strap, Darnell rubs a thumb against Pico’s palm. The ginger’s cheeks paint themselves pink.

“Shit’s fire with the hoodie.” Darnell kisses Pico’s glove, looking into Pico’s eyes as if he is royalty. A chill spreads through his veins the moment after Darnell made contact with the glove, taming the wildfire in his hand. The heat travels elsewhere. Pico’s face turns red as a pepper. “I been doin’ the wrong thing, not lettin’ you wear my favorite hoodie more often. You sho seem to love it.”

“Shut up.” Pico says with a wide smile. He balls his hands into a fist. The pain is gone. “Thanks. Really, thanks.” He debates making out with Darnell, exploring the feel of the gloves against Darnell’s hairy chest. He decides against it; now isn’t the time, as much as his body screams at the slightest signs of affection. “What else you get?” Pico turns his attention back to the windows. Thunder booms outside the apartment building. Lightning flickers in the distance—nature’s alarm has been set off. Pico counts the seconds between each strike. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Another clap of thunder. One, two, three, four, five. Thunder rumbles the building and lightning touches down like an SOS, a call to get inside and stay inside. He turns back to Darnell, who’s holding two matching motorcycle helmets. Streaks of black lightning decorate the top, with an explosion of different shades of purple, like fireworks molding into each other, covering the rest. The visor, with its sleek black shade, blocks out UV rays from the sun to make driving easier. Pico notices how easy it is to see the inside of the helmet despite this. Another thing he notices: they are the perfect size for Pico and Darnell, respectively. Finally, the cushioned interior makes it wear for long periods of time without causing the annoying throbbing Pico is used to. It’s meant for Pico, no one else. It’s perfect. The craftsmanship could’ve only been done by one person in the whole world. “Darnie, you made these?” Pico asks, despite knowing the answer. Darnell gives a devilish grin. Pico wipes the grin off his face with a kiss to the lips, leaning over to roughly press against his. Darnell gingerly sets down his helmet before wrapping Pico in a bear hug. Darnell smells of ash and weed; it’s pungent, leaving the ginger dazed. He allows his body to sag into his lover’s arms, who tugs at his hoodie to brush a finger against Pico’s back. Kisses meet the freckles on Pico’s cheeks to form a constellation out of black lipstick. The longer Darnell goes at it, the more it smears, the less Pico can hang onto reality. It’s messy, how they like it, with tongues clashing and lips dragging. Darnell presses back harder. Pico’s eyes roll back. He is afraid to lose his grip, fall endlessly into the abyss, but Darnell’s hand interlocks with his gloved one and keeps him afloat. Their passion drowns out the rolling thunder. Pico opens one eye to look at Darnell. His eyes are fluttering, with sparks exploding inside of them. He’s still grinning. He’s in love, somehow, and Pico wishes he knew why. Darnell runs a finger up Pico’s back, but Pico wants to shy away from Darnell. Stop, stop! His brain shuts off, hurls itself into the void. He wipes saliva off of his mouth.

“Peeks? You drawlin’ again? Did I do something wrong?” Pico stares at the floor to try and escape. He opens his mouth, then closes it. He opens it again, this time forcing out the question looming over him like his shadow.

“Why do you love me? What… What the hell is there to love? We’re five months into this and I still can’t… I don’t get it. Fuck, man.” Darnell furrows his brows. He thrusts Pico’s helmet into his chest. “The fu-“

“Get it on. We’re goin’ out.” Darnell ruffles Pico’s hair and stands up, grabbing his coat by the door. He’s quick to move, agitated, hastily foraging the drawer by the door for the motorcycle keys.

“Going out? That storm’s going to wreck through here in, like, ten minutes! It’s gonna be shit!”

“Better bring a raincoat then so ya don’t ruin my hoodie. Trust me.” Darnell is calm, assuring. Pico’s soul flutters, warming his body. Pico does. Pico does with his heart and every drop of blood pumping through it. The worries fade. His heart blossoms.

“Bet.” Where Darnell goes, Pico follows, and so he follows.

III

Nene was quick to flee the graduation party scene and find a wall to lean on and a cigarette to smoke down to a stub. No one had been to class since the massacre, but rules were rules, and a ceremony had to be held for the remaining graduating class. “To safeguard their future endeavors and commemorate their resilience,” the Dean of Students stated in an interview the next day. Pico never showed up. His diploma was mailed to the current house his father lived at, since his mother had passed a year prior. Darnell clutches his heart. He’s ashamed to admit he hoped for this outcome. Nene hears Darnell’s footsteps before he sees her. When he rounds the corner to greet her, her cigarette is ready to melt his eyeball.

“Fuckin’ A, woman!” Nene giggles and goes back to dragging on the cigarette. They stand in silence, watching crows circle the school’s leftover property, as if there’s still blood to be found.

“We’re not going to college.” Nene states it as a fact, not a question, and even though Darnell shrugs, he knows she’s right. “Not like we planned on it in the first place. We’re maniacs, the three of us, destined for greater things.”

“Does that destiny include this shit?” Nene looks away, twirling the cigarette, making the smoke dance for her amusement. The risk of burning herself is alluring.

“I’m just saying. I’ve managed to get to Pico over the phone. He’s thinking about continuing what his father thought about starting after his wartime. Sounds like a hell of a time. I may join in.” Darnell stares at her, dumbfounded. Nene flicks the cigarette into the sewage vent by her feet, blowing ash off her hand. “Bounty Hunting. Does he tell you nothing? You’re supposed to be his BFF: Bro’s Faggot Forever.” Darnell rolls his eyes. “You should laugh or I’ll burn off your hair.”

“Haha.” Darnell retorts in a deadpan voice. He rubs his arm nervously. Being a mercenary sounds exactly as Nene put it, a hell of a time. They’d be able to make a load of money off of it. Even if the massacre didn’t happen, all three are adept in methods of killing. Cutting loose after all of this sounds like the best thing to do. Darnell weighs his options. The real world is a boring repetition of waking up for a job you hate and a life you wish you never had. Most people, on average, only achieve happiness in their 40s, unless they have rich parents. Darnell shakes his head. He takes this, he can skip more than twenty wasted years of his life.

Pico will be kept in his sights.

“I ain’t feelin’ good about this.” Darnell lies. Nene punches him in the arm.

“Mhm, don’t be such a pussy. Hey, didn’t you want to talk to me about something?” She asks while playing with spit in her mouth. A shiver runs up Darnell’s spine. He slowly nods.

“They never found Cassandra’s body, only a body part .” Nene chokes on her spit, doubles over, lungs clawing at her trachea. “I can’t tell Pico this, but you-”

“That bitch! She could still be out there! We gotta get her! We got to grind that bitch to dust! Then burn the dust!”

“Sssshhhh!” Darnell covers Nene’s mouth. She glares at him and licks his hand. He recoils back, wiping the saliva off on his graduation gown. “Fuckin’ gross. There’s no way she’s alive. They say the blood left behind is enough to be fatal.”

“Cops will say anything, Darnell, you should know this.” Nene drops her head. “I get why you want to believe it. What a fucking joke. All the shit Pico did for nothing, then.” Darnell wraps an arm around Nene’s shoulder, pulling her close. She pleads to whatever higher power may exist that they aren’t plotting the worst joke of the 21st century. “If anything happens, he’ll shoot you in the face for not telling him before storming off after her.” Darnell frowns. He’s motionless, but not like a statue. Rather, he acts like pudding.

“If he finds out, I don’t think he’ll recover. Nene, we have to see how this plays out. We have to act clueless. I can’t lose him, too. I miss our third musketeer. I want him to live. I want him to smile again.”

IV

Pico’s beaming smile reveals his missing tooth. It brings life to Darnell, and Darnell has to wipe a tear from his eye after he takes his helmet off. No, it can’t be. Darnell never cries, everyone knows that. Pico parks the motorcycle under the giant tree overlooking Newgrounds. Pico doesn’t pester. Surely, he thinks, it’s one of the many raindrops coming down. They run for cover under a garden dome that is closer to the cliff’s edge. They hop over the CAUTION railing and dash into the old rusty dome. They’re careful not to trample over daisies surrounding the stairs. It was made out of metal and silver, a gift to the first mayor of Newgrounds when the town was founded over a century ago. It’s seen three reconstructions in one hundred years, stripping it of rust and remodeling it to the image the founders intended. Regardless, rust and age return without fail. Another remodeling will soon be planned to hide its age, but it will be unmasked again in the future, and the cycle will repeat itself. Their helmets are placed on the soaked metal bench. The design is so bright, he wonders if it can be seen from Newgrounds. Darnell sits down, catching his breath, shivering at the water sticking to his butt. Pico cups his hands and shouts. Raindrops drip from their clothing like a leaking faucet. The dome gives the impression of a circular waterfall coming down from heaven, minus a small clearing that gives the perfect view of Newgrounds thanks to a protruding metal arrow that points north.

“WOOOO!” It comes back from the city, the trees, the sky, the stars, here on the cliffside. Pico’s pale eyes glow yellow as he stares at Newgrounds from afar. From here, the city is a petite Christmas decoration. Its lights illuminate the darkness in his mind and form twisted shadows in places he’d never think to look. Pine trees swaying in the wind give barely any protection from the downpour, but the taste of their sap reaches the lover’s tongues. The damp ground exposes the earth’s scent to civilization once again. Mud, grass, flowers, pinecones, all work in tandem to bring Pico to a calm state of mind. The rain is too loud to tear his thoughts from Darnell. Darnell, the fire that ignites passion, the only flame he’d reach out and risk holding close. “I can’t believe I’ve never been here!” Pico shouts over the torrential rain.

“Now you have, bozo! Ain’t it cool?!”

“Fuck yes!” Pico twirls around, taking in the sights and smells. He trips on his own foot and falls into Darnell’s arms, who reacts quickly enough to stand up and catch him. The raindrops cannot hide his blush. He brushes the water off of Darnell’s face with his gloves. His cheeks, Pico notes, warm his hands underneath the fabric. The fire in his eyes keeps his body warm.

“You asked why I love ya.” Darnell snakes his arms around Pico’s chest. Pico can barely keep his breathing steady once Darnell locks his hands together, trapping Pico. Each word pouring out of Darnell’s mouth, down to the syllable, rubs on his lips like a kiss. The ruthless bounty hunter crumbles and burns when Darnell plants a kiss on his forehead, which he can feel even after his lips depart. Pico whines, submits himself. He dares not touch it, fearing the black lipstick would then run down his face and ruin such a gift. The rain patters above, muffled by Darnell’s words. “I be seein’ an answer written on your face. Should look in the mirror more and see the man I’m seein’.” Another kiss. The two lingering kisses massage his mind. Pico’s breathing becomes erratic. “You’ve never been, and never will be, Cass’ mutt. She’s not who you are. You’re the one who ran on hellfire and came back swingin’. You’ve grown so much. And her?” Darnell lets out a heavy sigh. He looks away from Pico momentarily, then focuses his gaze back on him to keep him entranced. Receiving any sort of acknowledgement hits Pico where it hurts–the heart. He fights back tears, lips quivering. “Got all the qualities I love, too. Total bitch who never stops for nobody. Tough. Strong. Cute.”

“My father would be disappointed.” Pico mumbles with bright red cheeks. Darnell shakes his head.

“Tsk, tsk. We don’t care what he thinks in this house. I had no idea where to go, or who to trust, and you took my hand anyway like we never stopped seein’ each other. Saved me about as many times as I saved you. Ain’t nobody able to keep up with me but you. That’s besides the point. Look, Pico, you could be none of these things, you could still be that damned nerdy runt with glasses and braces who decided to book it to college, and I’d still sneak into your dorm and count stars on your face.”

“Why?”

“When I say I love you, I mean I love you . Not the bullshit you think you need to be. You .” The knot keeping Pico calm, collected, unwavering, snaps. You–the sharpened word was strong enough to cut deep into his soul. His duel against his pent up emotions has at last ended. Pico lets go of Darnell, slumps down to the ground, fists clenched. He trembles, and it isn’t from the cold. It begins to rain inside the garden dome.

“Me.” Pico chokes on the word as tears fall. Darnell sits back down, this time on the metallic floor, with his legs outstretched. He pats his thigh and softly smiles at Pico, who understands immediately what is being offered, and crawls over like a sick dog and lays his head on Darnell’s lap. “Darnie…”

“It’s all good. No one’s gonna hear you here.” The haunting flames Darnell sought to push back are quenched. Pico twitches in his grasp. His assurance washes over Pico, who curls up and bawls like a child. Not a soul is able to hear his cries over the fury of the rain except his boyfriend.

[juni-aldaine123]

BANOFFEE/ jshk ; amanene

・❥・fluff . cute . oneshot . alternate universe: human hanako/ amane . au where amane lives . cafes . dates . written for hananene wk 24

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Rich fragrance of coffee and vanilla infused walls, a piping hot cup of cappuccino in hands and posh cushions to sink in; the café was the best part of Nene’s day. She adored the warmth and sense of serenity that the hanging fairy lights provided, the smell of home that soaked deep within her bones with every sip of creamy heaven touching her lips. The bittersweet ambience eased out her tense muscles and she let out a lukewarm breath to stain the tinted glass window on her side.

Nene buried herself in the pages of her latest romance expedition, taking in every word religiously. Every one of her friends knew she was a stickler for love stories and everything sweet and enticing a café had to offer.

There was nothing that could exceed her enthusiasm for coffee and good reads, except for one, someone who collided into her life unannounced with nothing but a promise of love she so desired. Someone with caramel eyes, java tresses and lips that tasted better than any latte she’d ever consumed. Someone who made her cheeks bloom like a full-blown rose garden that shimmered in a full moon’s night.

Her Amane might not have been the Prince Charming she sought in her novels but he certainly was the King of her heart. She got more than what she bargained for! Amane had his own charm, unlike any Prince- unmatched and unrivalled- and she tumbled down for him to catch.

“Like what you see?”

Nene tilted her head in response and subtly averted her gaze towards the racks where varieties of pastries were displayed. A blush crept up her neck as she got caught staring at a pretty face. Her eyes still lingered but she could put up an excuse of looking at the selections of banoffee cakes behind him.

“Yeah. I think I know which cake to order.”

His lips curved into an amusing smile and Nene couldn’t feign ignorance at the butterflies that erupted in her ribcage.

“Alright, I’ll be taking your order then.”

He came up to her table and jotted down the list she provided.

“You’re waiting for someone?” he asked, without looking up from his notepad.

“My boyfriend. He’s supposed to take me out on a date today. I decided to come here and wait for him to finish his shift.”

“He works here? That’s a surprise.” Then he met her gaze, scanned her up and down with appreciating eyes and gave a firm nod “Lucky guy.”

“He is.”

She figured Amane couldn’t keep up the act any longer if his reddening face was any indication. She took his unoccupied hand that rested on the table in hers, running her thumb on his knuckles, she said, “But so am I. A lucky girl.”

Unable to hold himself back any more he sat down right by her side and gave her a crushing hug. Why did Nene have to be so cute and what did Amane do to deserve such a kind and considerate girlfriend. He must’ve saved a country in his previous life!

“I’m so sorry you’d to come all the way here because me,“ he grumbled, and Nene didn’t like the frown marring his handsome features.

“It wasn’t because of a bad reason! I came just cause I wanted to see you. And I couldn’t wait!“ she rushed out and the brightness came back full force.

“I promised you we would go to the museum today. I swear I didn’t know my shift would last longer! A colleague unexpectedly called in sick.” He still regretted that Nene had to be the one to come and wait him; she never had to do that before, because he always made sure to be on time, standing at her doorstep with a flower in his hand.

Nene fancied lilies and Amane liked peonies, but even if their personal choices weren’t available Nene always had a flower tucked in her hair on every date they’ve had so far. Unfortunately, now Amane couldn’t see a flower at hand to give it to her.

“It’s alright Amane-kun. I can see. You guys have a lot of customers today.”

“Of course. Just when we are running short of workers.”

That happened a lot; the world functioned in a funny way. But the world never sabotaged their date before.

“Listen Nene, I think- I think by the time we go to the museum it would already have been closed.”

“I know.” She didn’t seem angry. She wasn’t.

“I’m sorry! I’ll make it up to you soon.” Amane bowed his head low to show his repentence.

“You need to stop apologizing for things that are out of your hands Amane-kun.” She lift his head and cupped his face, making him look at her in the eye and hoping he saw the understanding brimming. She couldn’t be mad at him, no matter how hard she tried, and especially not when it wasn’t even his fault. But Nene knew- Amane hated disappointing her.

She knew, more than her anger Amane hated her sadness. She won’t breathe a word about it but he would see right through her and then she would crack for him to know all that she’d kept hidden.

“I’ll never hold it against you,” she told him with an assuring whisper. Casting tentative glances around them to see if anybody eavesdropped at the exchange, she added as an afterthought “But- if you so insist, I can say you can make it up to me today itself~”

Upon seeing his lost expression, she pinched his cheeks and said teasingly, “Let’s have our date right here.”

Realization hit him and he slowly got up, determined.

“Okay. I’ll finish up quickly” But their fingers remained intertwined.

“And then we can enjoy our drinks together and I can read you my favourite part of this novel that I’m reading.” She gestured to the open book in her lap.

“That will be nice.” He bent down to give her a quick kiss and they became victims to prying eyes and hushed gossips around them. “I’ll be back soon.” And he walked away towards the counter to take up his position, put on the ‘customer service’ smile and began taking orders while simultaneously setting up the coffee machine to prepare them. He was chided by an elderly man- Nene assumed he was his employer- for slacking on the job and when he presented Nene with a mock glare she could only shrug.  

Not her fault he couldn’t resist her in the first place.

“I love you.” Her lips moved and when Amane read the silent words he gave her a grin and yelled out for the world to know, “Love you too!”

[getoutofthisplace]

Dear Gus & Magnus,

We got massages this morning. Mom was supposed to have a deep tissue massage while I got a lighter, combination massage, but the Kazakhstani woman working on me didn't get that message. She went deep and put an absolute hurt on the hamstring that's been giving me trouble the past couple of months. I legitimately came off the table multiple times, I instinctively tucked my leg like a wounded dog over and over, and I yelled out in pain. It was embarrassing, but also the most pain I may have ever experienced? When we left, my hamstring was swollen. Over lunch at an outdoor patio in a nice restaurant, Mom told me she thought the woman may have done more damage than good. Then, while we were looking at architecture across the street, a homeless man appeared at our table and asked if we'd like to make a donation. Our server ran him off before we barely noticed he was there. She told us their schtick was to distract us while actually stealing a phone that's on the table. And I thought, "but then why would he go to Liz's side of the table when my phone is right here on the table?" That's when we realized he'd taken her phone with her ID and credit cards. Liz told me what direction he'd gone and I ran down the street, looking for him, but I never saw him. I used my phone to track her phone's location. The restaurant's security guy got on his bike to give chase, but it was no use, of course. We immediately called to cancel credit cards, which is when we realized he must have gotten into a Lyft with the phone, but before he did, he passed off the credit cards to someone else who went to Saks 5th Avenue around the corner and spent $1,500. Tried to do the same at Nordstrom. The whole thing was a pain, of course, but mostly Mom and I -- two people who consider themselves somewhat streetwise -- were embarrassed that we didn't see it coming. [And in the days that follow, we will both lose sleep over what we should have done differently.] All things considered, though, it could have been much worse. We only lost a phone, Mom's ID, and three credit cards. Everything's replaceable, no one is hurt.

I took this picture as I followed Mom into the Apple Store to buy a replacement for her phone. I'm proud of Mom for not letting the experience cloud her vacation experience for long. Not that it's not still lingering (a week later), but for the most part, we recovered psychologically quickly. After buying a new phone, we went back to the hotel to regroup, then set out for Verizon to finish up what the Apple guy couldn't/wouldn't, then we found some ramen to comfort us before calling it a night.

At Camp Nene, Magnus watched Wimbledon, went for a walk to collect items for his blue bag, took pictures with LR Water Reclamation Authority workers who had a job going in the neighborhood, watched Trash Truck with Caroline & Cate, and while Nene made dinner, he went and pooped on the potty by himself.

Dad.

Chicago, Illinois. 7.9.2024 - 12.47pm.

[thelunarfairy]

Hanako-kun's Big Puzzle

I've been racking my brains over Hanako-kun for a long time now, trying to decipher the story is a lot of fun, but when it started dealing with temporal paradox I realized it would have more work than I imagined.

Generally, stories that change time tend to make our heads hard to understand. I like to divide it into parts and by characters and their importance, for example, I think Tsuchigomori is a very important piece here. A guy who can change someone's future (of course, having to sacrifice himself to do so) but this is a skill with a certain importance and that I don't see almost anyone talking about. Maybe it will be used later.

Each character placed here seems to have an importance in the story, it wasn't done for nothing, it has a reason. We have Nene's mysterious family, at the same time Teru's family with his equally mysterious father, Aoi who descends from the Kannagis, Mitsuba, who mysteriously found Tsukasa, I don't need to mention Sakura or Natsuhiko here.

They all guide us along a path in history, each one has a piece of it in their hands, besides of course, the Yugi twins and their "pet monster" who lives under the house.

The red house itself and the school are important, the details. I've been thinking about all of this and how the story would be summarized so far.

Kou's family, as has been said many times, is a family of exorcists who have been in the business since the time when supernaturals were called Yokais. At some point in time, we arrived at the village of Kannagis, considering that there was a God who should be obeyed, in the sense of being fed within a certain period of time, if this is not done, several supernaturals spread and start to devour the village people.

Considering that the Minamotos helped protect and create the Kannagis, it means that they still did not have enough power to destroy this "God" and made this agreement to sacrifice young women to him.

We follow Sumire's life, which makes it clear to us how it happens. At some point in time, the last Kannagi in the village was thrown, a young boy. If no others came later, it can only mean that the village ended up being destroyed or the people were devoured, or at best, they left.

There is still a possibility that the Minamoto managed to seal the passage. After that we have a big time jump. A family that went to live in a house that occasionally whispered to one of the boys. A boy who got too involved with this creature in order to help his older brother. And Tsukasa taught him to speak, even if he didn't mean to.

He became the new sacrifice right after the last Kannagi. There he started to live in a parallel place that changes and transforms whenever he sees fit, going back and forth in time whenever he wants. But we don't know if other supernaturals came out of there like they did in the village.

After 6 months Tsukasa returns with the creature. Then the house becomes cursed. Then we have Amane, the mysterious older brother who took his brother's life and his own. We don't know much about what happened afterwards, except that no one can inhabit it anymore because it consumed everyone who entered it.

All the people were still there, as Tsukasa said, they were the new Kannagis. So they had to ban it and the Minamoto knew of its existence. Teru mentions that the Kannagi boy being there is geographically strange. Which indicates the connection between the supernatural passages. Everything under the house is a well that leads to an unowned boundary, an empty place.

But nothing indicates that it was always there, the house changes the way it wants. So perhaps it has a direct connection with the village, which in this case is the current school.

And this is where I wanted to get to. The school, one of the most important characters in this story. It was here that the Minamoto seem to have had the most work. We have the famous boundaries, where some specific supernaturals were chosen (perhaps?) to take care of the passages between the far edge and the next.

Each of them is there to keep the peace, doesn't that seem like a deal made between humans and supernaturals? The Minamotos seem to have done this before. The Yorishiros are seals, and the only difference between them and Hanako's seal is the color, so are they containment seals?

Perhaps to keep that God contained and under control. In exchange for this, other supernaturals could roam freely as long as they did not harm humans and humans would leave them alone just the same.

But then we have Amane, who transforms into Hanako, we don't know how, but it seems there are signs that this was problematic. He gave the Minamoto a lot of work. What was Hanako trying to do? Was he aware of what he did?

His and Tsukasa's connection with this God is somewhat problematic. The twins could have been trying to free him for some purpose but were stopped.

Perhaps the creature took control of his body, and when Hanako was sealed, he returned to his original form and somehow managed to become one of the guardians of the boundary.

But Tsukasa doesn't seem to agree with that. Even during that same period, the relatives of the Minamoto brothers never showed a sign of life, at least to us and Teru has an unconditional hatred for all supernaturals, it is very obvious that it is because they did something that apparently hurt him a lot.

Because I still believe that his mother died from something related to the supernatural, but Teru doesn't tell Kou. Where are the other Minamotos?

In short, it is as if the Minamotos had sealed the "God" and forced some supernaturals to take care of it, the Yorishiros have the appearance of everything that their owner loves and wants to protect, so they themselves would not destroy it, guaranteeing that they will fulfill His duty is to maintain peace in the world of humans.

But each time a yorishiro is removed, more supernaturals come to the side of the living, as we saw on the day of separation. So Tsukasa wants to remove the seals, and when he removes them, Sakura said that everything will be destroyed.

A revenge from this God?

Aidairo left the information in the air that if Hanako's seal comes out, the world will fall into disarray. Kou said that his grandmother had trouble sealing Hanako, she couldn't exorcise him, to show how strong he was.

So, the creature could be sealed in Hanako. Remove all the yorishiros so that the passages are clear, remove Hanako's seal so that God can return and perhaps take revenge.

Yashiro, the Kannagi who has purifying powers, we don't know anything about her or her family, but we know that she has this ability, there was a complete chapter of the manga just to show this.

Tsukasa seems to play with her from the beginning, on purpose as if he were guiding her towards Hanako, he spies on them and doesn't interrupt when there are even romantic moments between them, as if he wanted that to happen, he stays until the end to confirm that the things are going as he wishes.

Like in this scene, where Tsusukasa appears right after the Hanene kiss, he was there from the beginning watching them.

He wants to use her as a bargaining chip, to manipulate Hanako, and in order for him to manipulate him, he would have to take away from him what he loves most at the moment. Or, the other possibility would be that he would use her so that in the end she would save Amane, even if she died in the process.

There's no way to know. Tsukasa probably won't be there to see it, as he's Hanako's yorishiro. But we don't know what Yashiro can actually offer us, but as our protagonist, she has an important and crucial role here.

Tsukasa has a strong connection with the creature and Hanako seems to be interested in the wish that this God can conceive if the seals are removed.

So we have the owners of the boundaries. Each with its own history and importance. Yako exists to show us how any supernatural can transform into something totally different from what it really is, but there is still its essence in it, perhaps a future reference to Hanako, who shows signs of being something totally different from what we imagine or even the way we look at Tsukasa.

Tsuchigomori, shows us not only Amane's past, but that he has a key that can be used, "the curator can change the future" considering that time is relevant to the story, this should be important in the future.

Each mystery has a narrative function in the story, whether to tell us something about the past or to prepare us for what will come in the future. Now we are in the arc of the clock, of time, where perhaps they will show us why time is important here.

Why is Yashiro getting Amane's key important? Tsukasa did everything so that she would purposely find him there, at that moment, he even left her with Natsuhiko so he could guide her, even if he pretended not to.

The person moving the story forward is Tsukasa. And he uses Nene for this, he wants to change the past, and of course, for Amane and perhaps for the creature that lives inside him.

But what does Tsukasa really want? No one knows about his desires, what he likes, his dreams (if he had any) everything is always about Amane.

Maybe the creature is using Tsukasa to free itself, the boy helps him, removes the seals, frees him, and lets the supernaturals do what they want. So he uses Yashiro so that maybe she can save her brother when this God is freed, she dies and in return he gets a wish, a wish that goes to Hanako, perhaps?

And what would Hanako want? Save Tsukasa? Save Yashiro? Back in time? Never existed?

There's no way to know. The information is still incomplete. And the role of Sakura and Natuhiko? And Mitsuba? There are still pieces missing from this puzzle, so everything I said could just be a delusion in my head, which even makes some sense.

There are other details that I haven't mentioned here so as not to prolong, but that's what I've interpreted so far. There's still the romance, the possessiveness, their motivations, there are still pieces missing.