#nikuniku

[ameliedoree]

NEW VIDEO!!!

After many requests to look at Izumi Ban'yas writing, I finally took the plunge into Shiniyuku Kimi, Yakata ni Mebuku Zouo by Bug System- a beautifully dark and messy look into trauma, the apocalypse, and the hope we can carry with us.

[zanygamer25]

Hot tip about the best place to discuss visual novels outside of tumblr and my weirdo discord channel where I’m quarantined to keep my hyoerfixation on eroge contained.

[kyomunosaki]

Shiniyuku Kimi, Yakata ni Mebuku Zouo

Just finished this game, and I ended up really loving it. It deals with some pretty triggering content and is completely explicit with its depictions, and it was the first visual novel I've read that was this graphic.

It hit pretty close to home in various aspects for me, and I had trouble getting through numerous sections, but by the end I loved every second of it. I'm not sure if I want to 100% it at all, but I was immensely satisfied by the true ending.

This is probably one of the pinnacles of "trauma fiction" I guess one could say, that I've personally experienced so far too. While the lows of the character's struggles are both heart-wrenching and disgusting, seeing her triumph is a joy that I can't really describe well.

I'd recommend this game with about 20 different warnings (just check VNDB to get an idea) but if you have a strong stomach, or are just willing to give something new a chance, I couldn't recommend it enough.

[stellamancer]

I have thoughts, I type them up in a post, I think about it. I delete it.

[willowser]

bakugou + strawberries ; 2.7k ੈ‧₊˚ for our meet fruit collab ! ‧₊˚✧ ₊˚

mina suggests speed-dating.

first as a joke — you think — after the two of you spend too many weekends in a row watching sappy rom-coms on her couch while crying into a bowl of trail mix, and then a second time, and then a third time, after you refuse.

in her last attempt, she pulls out the big ones: her upcoming birthday. it will be so fun!! she tells you, with her big eyes and bigger pout, looking at you as if you'd hung the stars by saying yes. it's a cheap shot, really, because she knows you or anyone would do pretty much anything when it comes to mina the birthday girl.

— and that's how you find yourself here, sitting in too nice of an outfit to be spending your allotted time listening to a man bash his ex-girlfriend.

you might have found him a bit cuter if he wasn't doing that, or if he showed even an ounce of interest in you whatsoever. instead, he's treating this like a therapy session, and you're not getting paid for it.

when the timer rings, you're more than thankful. irritated enough, even, to spin around the room in search of mina — who is happily watching on as two men grapple with each other for who gets to sit across from her next. you suppose being a top hero is good for that, finding someone who is willing to give you their all.

to yourself, you sigh quietly and turn back to the little bowl of strawberries in the center of the small table, the flutes of champagne on either side of it. mina's bottle, you noticed, is almost totally empty; your last date hadn't even looked at yours, nor did he seem to think to offer you a drink.

it's not that you're jealous. really. you wouldn't even say that you're interested in dating right now, finding your job at the agency to be too much of a whirlwind to balance, anyway. you love mina: she's your closest friend, your home away from home, your cheerleader and personal hero — but working for her is nothing short of a full-time job.

sometimes your bed is a little lonely, when she's not staying the night in it after another rom-com evening, but you really can't think that you'd like someone in it, anyway, much less a stranger. it's hard to explain where your time goes, who it goes with; having to share that with someone, you think, would take more emotional energy than you have right now.

and maybe it also sorta, kinda has to do with the fact that the one and only man you're thinking of outside of work — is the same man you see inside of it every single day.

the very thought of bakugou has your stomach turning, painfully. the image of him in the late afternoons with the sun glowing in his hair, the gentle look he spares you as you wait for the elevator, how he'd looked at you today, when you told him where you and mina were going; you don't know how anyone could make you feel the way he does, at least right now.

the seat across from you is taken up suddenly, then, and you look up into the eyes of someone that looks — nice. a little shy, a little nervous, as they introduce themselves. they decide to pour you a glass of champagne, and they even tell you, openly, voice shaking, how nice you look tonight.

you smile so hard that your cheeks hurt, much to your own surprise.

"i'm actually allergic to strawberries," they tell you with a laugh, gently pushing the bowl closer to you. "that would be a hell of a first date, wouldn't it?"

you agree. "definitely one to remember!"

"well, in that case—" they joke, suddenly leaning forward as if they're going to pull it back towards them, and it's so earnest and sweet that you feel your heartbeat in your throat a bit. "i sound like i'm kissing up to you, but—you have a really nice smile, also."

you have to sit back in your seat, fanning your face dramatically as you both laugh. "wow, i'm not used to someone—"

"time's up, extra."

you blink so hard that your eyes are crossed when you open them, and you look up at the man standing there, waiting for his turn, just as the timer dings and the room comes to life with a bustle. the person across from you only frowns, too timid to say anything in response before they're getting up and casting you a regretful glance. they're barely a foot away before the chair is taken, so aggressively that it scrapes against the floor and shakes the table.

you can't believe what you're seeing. you can't believe bakugou is sitting across from you, right now, ruining everything.

"what—are you doing?" you hiss, though your feelings — with a mind of their own — flutter like butterflies in your stomach at the sight of him.

the scowl he gives you is ugly, as always, but his face is smoother than you remember it being today; freshly shaven, maybe. the cologne he's wearing is strong, woodsy, potent enough that it dizzies you from across the table, that you can only imagine how sweet it smells soaking into the soft skin of his neck. even the shirt he's wearing, you notice, is a button down that you've never seen him in.

"the hell do you mean?" he growls, face pinched as he leans closer, so that his voice doesn't carry as it usually does. "'s'it look like i'm doin'? saving you from some sorry dumbass."

"bakugou," you grit, though the room quiets as everyone takes their seats again, and you have to swallow back your annoyance so you don't draw anymore attention to yourself.

you're not dumb enough to think he'd get away without some people fighting for his attention, too, the same way they did to mina, and — as irritated as you are, suddenly, at his appearance — you're not exactly keen on sharing him, either.

"they were very nice, thank you very much,"

"psh," he rolls his eyes, a muscle in his jaw jumping. "couldn't even look me in the eyes to tell me to fuck off—"

"maybe because they were worried you would blast them through the window—"

"and i would have—"

"oh!" you clench your hands into fists and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to will your anger back down. losing your cool isn't a good look, especially in a room of people that are trying to get to know you. "are you serious right now? why are you here?"

"you really wanna spend our five minutes doin' this?"

and there's something about the way he says it — our five minutes — that has your stomach turning in that horrible way it always does, whenever you bite into the softer parts of him. the look on his face is pensive, nervous if you thought that he was capable of being nervous. his shirt, his shaven cheeks, his alluring cologne; he's here, right now, on a date with you. pushed his way into it, even.

you straighten in your seat and sit back, dropping your eyes to the table, ashamed at the fire you've just thrown at him. "can you at least tell me why you're here in the first place?"

bakugou is silent for long enough that you can't stand not to take him in, how appealing he is to look at, how your heart sings when he looks back. one shake of his head has him sighing and then he's leaning back, too, staring only at the strawberries.

"this is her birthday thing, ain't it?"

"yeah," you murmur in agreement quietly, fiddling with your own fingers in your lap as your nerves harden into bitter disappointment. he's here for the same reasons you are, you tell yourself: for your friend, only.

distantly, you try to remind yourself that this nothing out of the ordinary. that you shouldn't be thinking of him this way, getting so hung-up on someone that's never expressed an interest in you to begin with. there have been a few late night conversations in the stairwell, that ran longer than they should have, that revealed more than they should have — but it doesn't make him yours. not in the way you want it to.

in an attempt to swallow down your own sourness, you reach for a strawberry, picking through them until you find the fattest one, and then bite it to the stem. a little stream of juice sprays out, dripping down over your bottom lip as you scramble for your napkin. you lick after it before patting at your face, spreading the sugar, the sweetness.

bakugou leans across the table so suddenly that you startle, mouth twisted like he's struggling to say what he's about to say. "alright, look—"

the timer rings, horribly, but his ruby stare never dims, never leaves yours and yours never leaves his, either, as if you're both suddenly trapped in a weird limbo of in-between; in-between the quiet moments, in-between the loudest ones, in-between everyone else, together.

and then mina notices.

"oh my god, blasty, you came!" she shouts, springing up from her seat to wave at you both from across the room. her earrings jingle loudly, bracelet beads knocking together as she leans too far to the left, champagne-drunk already. it snaps the moment between you and him, worry filling the gaps as you think about how you're going to get her out of here, once the night is over.

bakugou sinks a little further into his chair, as if it will hide him, before grumbling to himself. cheeks reddening, you realize; strawberry-kissed. he heaves a heavy sigh before digging his fingers into his eyes, deep enough that an ache develops in your own, and he opens his mouth to speak again when someone else approaches the table.

"okay, time to switcheroo!" he sings, grinning too cheerily at you, enough to make you laugh at his enthusiasm.

it darkens bakugou, considerably; "piss off," is all he says, scooting his chair further into the table as if to claim it. he barely gets another word out before the man is starting to protest, and the look he gives him then is awfully viscious: nostrils flared, looking up from beneath his long lashes and furrowed brow, as if this stranger had pissed in your champagne. "i said, fuck off, before i howitzer you through the—"

"okay!" you interrupt, reaching across the table with both hands to close one of bakugou's. his fingers are curled dangerously, and you swear you can see little sizzles of steam slipping between your linked fingers. "let's just—do an extra skip this time, okay? how about you just gives us this one, and you go to the next table?"

the man frowns — which is a bit flattering — but ultimately takes the lifeline you offer, trailing away without another word down to the next table. you can feel the couple on the other side watching you and bakugou now, a little open-mouthed, and your heart quickens at the worry that they're noticing him, that your new five minutes are going to be wasted, too.

—but his hand hasn't moved from yours and his eyes have returned, full to the brim with some emotion you can't read. if you had to guess, you'd say regret, maybe, but you aren't sure how to take that, and so you don't.

you should let him go, literally and figuratively, but the solidity of your logic is no match for the soft beat of butterfly wings in your gut.

"what are you doing?" you ask him again, softly, surely, because you want to hear the answer whatever it is. he either needs to deny you, here and now so you can move on — or he needs to acknowledge the confliction on his face, the soft intertwine of his fingers into yours.

bakugou looks at you now the way he does in the stairwell, the way he does when the sun is painting you warm, too. "i told you," he murmurs, "savin' you from some dumbass."

"but why do you even care?"

another heavy sigh falls from him and you can feel your glass-fragile heart breaking when his hand slips from yours, a little roughly. it surprises you when he grabs the champagne bottle from the center of the table and pours himself a small glass, downing it in one, bitter go before filling up your flute, too.

liquid confidence, maybe; his cheeks darken, noticeably, before he's running a rough hand over his face, still struggling to wash out the words.

"why the hell do you think?" he finally says, though his harsh question lacks the abrasive tone his voice usually has; instead it's gentler, more sincere, bakugou — katsuki — in his rawest form. "why d'you think i do—any of this shit?" one hand waves around to gesture to the span of the dining room, but you know he means more than that, much more. "you think i spend that much time after work just 'cause i have time to waste? jesus."

"i don't know," you say, earning a flat look. "why do you?"

"why do you?"

you take the glass from the center of the table and peer down into it, how it bubbles. maybe you're playing dumb and maybe that's what's really bothering him, but — someone like bakugou deals in absolutes, and you need him to do it now.

the struggle is clear, though, across his face, thickening how he swallows and turning down his lips that much more. you feel a bit bad in the silence, when the timer rings and the muscle in his cheek jumps again.

before anyone can even approach the table, he simply sticks his hand out, and the man beside you was definitely watching on, because he doesn't spare you a glance before going around.

and maybe, you think, decidedly, that's enough.

"because i don't want to go home yet," you tell him honestly, trying to ignore the blood rushing in your ears with his mouth twists and he starts to squirm at your truth. "because i'd rather spend the night with you in a stairwell, than anywhere else."

there's a ludicrous amount of tension that leaves his shoulders then, so much that you didn't notice it until it was gone, and he slumps back into his chair with pink ears, now. the sight makes you smile, widely, as if the sight is a confirmation.

maybe for him, it is.

"yeah, well," he grumbles, eyes dropping to the strawberries before darting away, as if he'd thought of something he shouldn't have. "that's what 'm sayin', too."

"no, you're not!" you laugh, nose crinkling when he side-eyes you with a frown. "you're not hardly saying anything!"

"i'm here, ain't i?" he argues, huffing like a bull. "makin' a damn idiot of myself just to stop you from—"

"—going home with some dumbass?"

"well, yeah!"

"so you want me to be going home with you, then?"

"yeah! no! i mean—" he scowls when you laugh again, lip pulling up over his teeth as if he means to bite into your softest parts, too. the thought is more thrilling that you're willing to admit — at least for now. "quit laughin'!"

but it's not just you; across the dining room, you realize mina's giggling, too, turned around in her seat, ignoring the chatty man that wouldn't shut up about his ex. when bakugou turns around to glare at her, she nearly tips out of her chair by throwing her head too far back, and when he moves to stand up like he needs to help her, all she does is wave at him to turn back around.

and he does, to you, cheeks flaring as he grabs the bottle of champagne again, pouring himself his own glass to glare into. he mutters out another quiet, "jesus" before slamming both his elbows on the table, rudely, and holding his glass up for — what you belatedly realize is — a cheers.

behind him, the afternoon sun has long since set, replaced now by nightfall and stars that shine through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows — but he glows regardless, and the look he gives you is just as warm.

[yinyuedijun]

I saw this and thought immediately of you.

HRGAHSHAHAHA actual image of me writing hell fic 💀💀💀

[auraxins]

HEWWOO VENVEN!!!! May I ask your top 5 snacks?

NIKUNIKU :3

in no particular order my top 5 snacks are

pringles (sour cream & onion)

cheesy nachos (any type tbh)

pocky!!! (cookies & cream or just plain choc)

magic stars (uk choc)

toblerone truffles

ask game!

[kedsandtubesocks]

erikaaaa another sleepover!!

let's see… what about nikuniku story time!!!

this is the story of niku's first kiss with her high school sweetheart. uwu

(i considered the story about the cutest confession that never was but another time)

anyway!! my second year of high school, i was really into this guy, we are going to call him t. i'd actually known t since middle school; we were in a quiz club together!! but it wasn't until high school that we really got to know one another. in our sophomore year of high school, we had two classes together: third period and fifth period. so one day in third period class, before we started dating, he handed me one of those little… cracker snacks that has peanut butter dip.

the thing is i'm allergic to peanut butter, but i didn't have the heart to tell him that. i gratefully took the crackers and pawned the peanut butter dip to a girl in my fourth period class. then, when we saw each other again in fifth period he apologized to me because he gave me the crackers but it didn't occur to him that i might be allergic to peanut butter (he'd recently been in the hospital due to a very bad allergic reaction)!!

now let's fast forward a bit. every afternoon, we'd walk together to the walgreens across the street from our school to where he'd get picked up by one of his parents. this is something that started before we started dating and continued on til… idk when, but anyway. about a week into dating, we'd done the usual walk but one day he stopped before going to his mom's truck and was like 'oh hey, i have to give you something.'

due to the cracker incident i thought he was giving me food. a cookie even. bUT INSTEAD HE LEANS TOWARD ME AND GIVES ME A SMOOCH ON THE MOUTH!!! i was so taken aback by it that i didn't even respond and he scurried to his mom's truck. it was very cute i just. thought i was getting a cookie.

later on that evening my best friend called me and told me she'd witnessed the whole thing from her dad's truck. lmao.

and that's that story LMAOOOOOO.

NIKU I THINK I JUST GOT A TOOTHACHE FROm How swEET THIS IS OH MY GOODNESS???

Also ur best friend getting to watch this unfold from her dad’s truck IM DYING!!!

SWEET LITTLE YOUNGSTER NIKU!!! Who would have thought those crackers led to this!? 💖💕😭

This is the utmost PEAK sleepover thing to talk about our cute funny first kiss moments/stories and I am so so happy that you shared this with me I am still giggling and probably will be the rest of the day

🥰🥹🌻✨

THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR NIKUNIKU STORY TIME!! I am holding this precious story of you my dear friend in my heart ♥️

[official-nikuniku]

📚 📚 Ho sempre adorato i libri e la lettura e da quando sono diventata mamma, sono impazzita anche per i libri per bambini! ⠀ ⠀ Ho atteso un po’... ma finalmente, da oggi in poi, li troverete anche sul nostro sito! ⠀ ⠀ 🎁 Appena in tempo per i regali di Natale! ⠀ ⠀ Per andare incontro alle vostre esigenze, abbiamo implementato la spedizione standard (4-5 giorni lavorativi) che ha un costo inferiore. Potete selezionarla in fase di acquisto. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ #nikuniku #libriperbambini #lettura #puzzle #nikunikusicilia https://www.instagram.com/p/CHsMcp4lvIO/?igshid=10twimtqj2yc2

[ameliedoree]

so i finally finished Shiniyuku Kimi (and by 'finally' i mean i read the whole thing in like 4 days lmao) and i think i have a new personal kamige

it's one of the most powerful stories of living through suffering i've seen, and the human capacity for hope beyond even the greatest suffering - as well as the importance of family. i'm still kinda digesting all of my thoughts on it, but suffice to say i will have Much to say when i get to my video on it. and i'll leave with this quote これから先、多��の困難が待ち受けているだろう。 もしかすると、さらに悲しい出来事に見舞われるかもしれない。 だが、それでも美亜はひとつだけ心に決めていることがあった。 たとえ何があっても、諦めるような事はしない。

[biggestdonghae]

For all you Heechul lovers out there, KIM HEECHUL WALLPAPERS!

[ayouverde]

Tutto per i bimbi! 👶🏻 Se sei una mamma, questo post è dedicato a te! @official_nikuniku non è una semplice bioprofumeria, ma un negozio in cui trovare tutto quello che serve a mamme e bimbi. “Niku” in dialetto siciliano vuol dire “piccolo” ed Alba nel suo negozio vuole trasmettere il suo amore per l’ambiente proponendo tutta una serie di prodotti ecosostenibili per mamme e bimbi. Oltre a trovarci cosmetici adatti a mamme e bimbi di tutte le età, troverete: 🔹Abbigliamento per bimbi in cotone organico, biologico e certificato; 🔹Fasce portabebè di vari modelli; 🔹Giocattoli in legno ed altri materiali sostenibili di ispirazione montessoriana; 🔹Detersivi ecologici di derivazione biologica; 🔹Pannolini lavabili. Niku Niku ha fornito in esclusiva per noi il codice “AYOUBF” che consente fino al 30 novembre di avere la spedizione gratuita a partire da 49€ invece di 109€. Inoltre questo negozio partecipa al Programma Fedeltà di Ayouverde per i seguenti brand: @deolydailyscent, @latteeluna, @parentesi_bio e @planty_slowempact. E voi mamme, quali accessori ecosostenibili utilizzate per i vostri bimbi? Raccontateci nei commenti le vostre scelte ecosostenibili che adottate in famiglia ❤️ #ayouverde #nikuniku #bioprofumeria #inciverde #babywearing #pannolinilavabili #abbigliamentoorganico #baby #ecosostenibile #cosmesinaturale https://www.instagram.com/p/CHsrQ39lE0c/?igshid=1kdfffm55gfvb

[stellamancer]

my hobby is having men watch you eat things for whatever reason. small sunday pov thing from this fic.

Sunday watches as you take a bite into the donut, the usual look of indignance plastered to your face. The crunch from the hard sugar top echoes throughout the entire room and Sunday thinks you could try to eat the donut a little more quietly. Some of the donut's filling oozes from the side and the impending mess that could result from it— should you not clean it up right away, makes his entire body go tense.

Have you even noticed?

It would seem not, as you take yet another bite, ignorant of the cream filling that's threatening to drop onto your clothes, or, if Sunday is unlucky, the hardwood floor. He doesn't understand how someone could possibly be so careless, but it's fine, it's fine, he is happy to inform you of your oversight.

He opens his mouth to tell you to be more mindful of your eating, when you tilt your head just slightly, and lick up the side of your hand where all the donut's filling has spilled out. Sunday's throat goes entirely dry, the words in his throat evaporating instantly.

Were you raised by animals or some other manner of beast?

It's not as if there is any shortage of napkins for you to use to wipe your hands clean. Yet despite his desire to hand you one (or possibly throw it in your face) his eyes are fixed to the lazy drag of your tongue as you use it to lick away at the cream on you hand.

Suddenly, the office feels a little too warm, his collar a little too tight.

When it's all gone, you reangle your head to take another bite. As you do, your gaze slides up to meet his. Your brows furrow together, confused."What?"

Sunday clears his throat. "I'm not sure if you're aware, but there are plenty of napkins for you use."

[willowser]

the storm has picked up, by the time you see him.

early summer is torn by lightning, thunder that rattles the bones in your chest until you're wide awake with dread settling in your belly. you know the feeling intimately, can place it as soon as your eyes open; you're not sure what you're afraid of or why it's made you clammy — but it has.

through the slats of your wooden blinds, you watch the sky as it brightens and dies: in the dark, it's an open void, big and menacing and spitting out a downpour that seems unending, and then you're granted a flash of light, thin and tall and painful to witness.

you think you'll never understand gojo satoru. maybe once you thought you did, but he's always been five steps out of reach. on a separate plane entirely. if anyone could explain the mystery of him, it would be—

lightning strikes; out in the courtyard, contrasted against the night. the silence left behind is overwhelming.

you don't bother with shoes, because you don't want to train with damp socks in the morning and you're sure they'll still be soaked, after a storm like this. instead, you hurry out in a robe too expensive for this occasion; maybe that will elevate you somehow, you think, enough to be worthy of whatever he hides behind that blindfold.

you suspect he can hear you coming, especially after you nearly slip on the wet stone and then again on the slick grass, but he's without a teasing remark, this time. the dread returns, given a weight that matches your grief and his.

it's hard to blink up at him, into the rain. he's so blinding, even now: a flash across the sky, piercing through the night. gojo is without his mask and his hair is sopping, stuck to his forehead and down to his cheeks, and even his eyelashes are heavy from the storm. this is clearest you've ever seen him, with his sharp, smooth face, his defined brows and the straight line of his usually wide and open mouth.

you don't recognize him, like this. but how could you?

there's a cigarette between his lips, unlit and folding against the rain. plastic crinkles between you, and you see it there, crushed beneath the expanse of his big hand: a half-empty carton, the brand shoko smokes. the ones she shared with—

"satoru?" you ask, though the robe doesn't help. you feel like a beggar, then, as he keeps his monsoon eyes on the bare night ahead of him. "you're going to get sick, you should come inside."

it's a pathetic thing to say, to the immortal. he's too smart for this, to fall for your feeble bait; in response, you get nothing but another rattle beneath your skull. your teeth chatter and your cheeks grow wet, hot with tears you thought you'd drained dry.

stupidly, you think, if only suguru were here. you could ask how to ascend to the level they're both on, how to slip past the defenses of a god. you are still five steps behind, but now satoru stands ahead, facing the void. alone.

you squeeze your eyes shut against a tidal wave of sorrow, salty with guilt at the very feeling. suguru was your friend, you think, drowning, he was your friend and you loved him, too. whatever you're mourning isn't him anymore and you know that, you do, but—

"satoru, please," you rest your forehead gently against his arm, as if you could soak up his own storm. "please come inside before—"

"if you wanted me in your room so badly," when he turns to look down at you, he is softened, rasping; striking in silence, in the distance, clouds receding. "all you had to do was ask."

the cigarette is gone and both his hands are in his pockets. his eyes are hollow and clear, the curve of his smile a realm away from them. when you say nothing, only gape up at him in surprise, he turns out of your reach, and it's the absence of him that draws attention to the sudden breeze against your forehead. no longer warm, from the heat of his skin beneath his drenched shirt.

"c'mon," he calls over his shoulder, grinning in a way that has only ever infuriated you, though now it turns your stomach. rattles your bones. stutters the beat of your heart. "before you get all sick and full of snot, gross."

behind you, the rain slows, the sky darkening, uninterrupted. quiet, finally.

and gojo is still five steps out of reach.

[ameliedoree]

i am continuing to provide for the fellow horror sickos with potential next vid material for everyone that's asked me to talk about ban'ya, we'll see if that maybe happens soon. i need something short to talk about for this month while i juggle moving and music work, and the writing for this has been very easy to read so far. though i was considering sadistic blood, but i don't want to flood my channel with black cyc videos, we've already had like four this year banger op btw, hearing the lyrics to yakatamawari has already given me an idea of where this is probably going thematically 「どうして私は生きるの 夢か現実かも （わからない） ふと呼び戻した 記憶が 私 狂わす」 perhaps i will become a shiniyuku shill when i'm done with this playthrough...

[ameliedoree]

what are u so smug about u lil shit