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[82mitsu]

{18Trip} The Homescreen Voice Lines Vault

Collection of all the voice lines I have translated on my Twitter account. Uploading it on here for archival purposes.

Note: A lot of them were made to fit the Twitter character limit, sometimes they're a bit freestyled.

Mostly Raito oriented, with some others thrown in the mix.

Chihiro: Raiting, you spend a lot of time watching vids, don'tcha~ What channels got you hooked?

Raito: Let me see, channels all about information over ramen and the occult stuff like Muu☆Tan's are vital to me.

Raito: Kuguri, you can do what you want but, have you considered to stop sleeping naked from time to time? No doubt you'll catch a cold.

Kuguri: I'd prefer for you to leave me be. A certain Someone who can't properly wake up in the morning has no right to police others on how they sleep.

Raito: According to this scripture of taboos that I procured on my own, it appears that Pandora's Box will open up again soon. The theory of hope remaining at the bottom is plausible but, let's just wait and see...

Akuta: Uugh... I can't... I can't go on like this anymore.... Raito-san, please do the usual thing again tonight!!

Raito: A hopeless guy, aren't you... Got it, I'll take care of you. I will... feed you the best late night ramen that there is.

Netaro: Raito~! Trouble's afoot! There's hearsay of a unfamiliar flickering luminant body appearing behind the dormitory~!

Raito: What!? An unidentified flying object, in other words!? We must unravel its true identity! Let's go right away, Netaro!

Kuguri: Sometimes Nanaki looks at me cutely and pleads for advice on composing music. Well, my involvement is limited to hearing him out and giving a nudge, however.

Kuguri: I don't disagree with your way of living, Ten... It smells sweet, exclusively so. How about we go on a drive together again sometime.

Ten: Aha, it's an honor to get invited by someone like Kuguri-san~ I don't mind the kinda relations where you stay outta each others affairs either.

Chihiro: Geez~! Taotao, you play Anigun way too much! Didn't you like promise you'd go shopping with Chii today! And here I sat looking forward to it~!

Tao: Sorry. To think there'd be an event out of nowhere... I'll buy you some pudding as apology. So let's go shopping. Okay?

Akuta: Like, during flower viewing... adults do /that/, right... Y'know... the thing... s- s- s- strip rock paper scissors....!

"yakyuuken" is a Japanese game on based rock paper scissors, where the loser ends up stripping.

Akuta: Ten-san, I heard you talking to a woman on the phone earlier, but is she for real... wrapped around your finger!? Like both hands all over a beaut and...!

Ten: Aha, the hell man. Don't slander me. She's just a plain ol' friend. Maybe you're still too young for this though~?

Akuta: That freakin' Kiroku, he put a kinda bracelet that girls would wear in his desk. Ah, wonder if he's like also doing the do with her...

Ushio: Oi Stupidtake, record what I make all you want but don't snatch food while i'm not looking. You itching to get banned or something?

Akuta: Geh... got caught, huh... I regret my actions! Please spare me from being exiled! Oh great god from heavens above Ushio-samaaa~!

Nanaki: Kugunii, come over whenever you feel like it again. I'm sure Dad, Mom and Big Bro all are eager to see you.

Kuguri: Perhaps so. ...I'll go if the mood strikes me.

Nanaki: Spring is the season of encounters, huh... I already have crossed paths with my G.O.A.T though.

GOAT: Gen Z slang, means "Greatest Of All Time".

Ushio: Listen Murakumo-san, I know you're fooling around, but can you please refrain from putting any weird ideas into the younger guys' heads?

Ten: Oh-hoh~ look at you sounding all cool there. Dunno what you mean with "weird ideas" though.

Ushio: ....I curse the freaking guy who dared to use my shampoo without permission to go bald from losing 10 hairs every second...!

Ryui: Toi, your hair's sticking out. Here, sit still. I'll fix it to make it pretty.

Toi: Wah... Thank you dearest Big Bro. My beloved Big Bro really is the coolest in the whole wide world... My heart's skipping a beat...

Toi: A mature seductiveness like Yodaka-san's... How can i end up having that too? I'm jealous, you see.

Yodaka: Fufu, but Toi. Don't you have your own kind of charm that I lack. I admit I'm also envious on that front.

[mister-ancunin]

he makes me sick (i need him so bad)

[amischiefofmuses]

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[disturbnot]

i guess now that the carrd is done, not much left to do but — — starter call! ✨ like this for a starter, or maybe i'll message to plot :)

[princessmacedon]

“ Ah! Lady Maria! It does me well to see you again, ”  Kent beams as he addresses the young redhead.  “ I actually have a present prepared for you for the Winter Festival, if you would be so willing to accept it. ”

A large wrapped box passes from his hands to hers. Upon unwrapping it, it would be revealed to be a huge set of various thread and ribbons all of different colors, full enough to complete the rainbow and then some.

“ Seeing as you seemed so pleased to do embroidery work multiple times in the past, I thought it a hobby of yours, so I wished to help procure you some supplies for it. I am sure you have a great many things you might wish to give or some fine work you would like to practice. I shall hope this shall suffice to give you the opportunity for either case then. ”

“Hello, Ser!” And she beams back as she replies in kind, eyes narrowed at him in happiness as she accepts the box without a second thought — truly without a second thought, for it is the beat after his words that her eyes drop down, blinking with a sort of awe as she realizes what it is.

Oh, but it is the excited sort — the sort that draws her eyes clear and round, that crinkles at their corners and shimmers at its center, that glitters with anticipation — all the ‘really truly’s and the ‘what could it possibly be’s!— and her mouth drops into a little ‘o’ before clacking shut, bared with pearly whites and laughter. Hoisting the box up higher, the little princess lays her cheek against its top, hugging the gift with affection.

“Wow…! Heehee… Thank you, Ser — I love it!” A statement honest and true for the simple fact of who gifted it, or that it exists at all.

Of course, she is delighted when she opens it, eyes all moon-roundness and new inspirations bright as the sun. Fingertips glide over spools of thread and colors beyond counting (or, well, countable but no less plentiful and delightful for it), and when she smiles yet again, there is a tautness to the corners of her mouth— appreciative… if also touched.

“Thank you…! I’m really, really happy, hee hee… Happy Winter Festival to you too, Ser!” At that, she presses a finger against her lips, a secret to cleave her grin in twain. “Something is a little late… so you’ll just have to look forward to it, okay? Heeheehee!”

(Some few days later she will stop by his office between classes, a package delivered with a smile and wave; if he is to open it, he will find a modest collection of tea blends with cards accompanying each tin — most notably, there is a blend from Macedon (complete with a happily-chattered story about wyverns and the sky) and another most carefully picked…)

(And, neatly folded in the corner, a white handkerchief trimmed with warm and sunny gold, the boughs of an apple tree embroidered into its southern corners.)

[corvidmagicae]

　 　 “... What?”

It's a very simple response, one heard by the witch many a time before. Any other mage who knew her reputation may have been cowed by her annoyed glower, those sharp red eyes glowing beneath the brim of her hat... but those who had actually gotten to know her would recognize the subdued disbelief and confusion in her expression was vastly dwarfing any irritation.

The suited human shoving a manilla folder in Bridgette's face? She fell into the later category. If anything, the woman - affectionately self-nicknamed 'Gadget' (since she refused to even remotely share any other name) - would just give a snicker at the elder's expression, rolling her eyes.

　 　 “C'mon, Biddie. You're old, but i know you're not deaf. Some of the younger fanged folk haven't gotten the memo yet that we're 'off the menu.'”

And immediately held her hand up to interrupt Bridgette's attempt to shoot a quip back at the wording choice.

　 　 “Yeah yeah, i know vampires aren't your forte. That isn't why the old ladies are putting this on your radar. THIS is.” The youngster opened the folder, slipping a couple of photographs out - the first a message scrawled at the scene of the crime, mentioning a particular newcomer to the local gangs.... and the second? A candid image of a familiar blonde. And Bridgette bit back a snarl, one of her fangs showing.

　 　 “The kid's alive - someone outside our group got to her first, obviously. Hopefully they know what they're doing to mitigate vampire bites. Something something, gotta wait out the poison, yeah? Keep them alive long enough? You'd know that sort of thing better than me. The problem is the group in question, and what happened to the biter. The dude's uh... he's not presentable. Not gunna show those images. But a little bit of clairvoyance got us a look at who decided to do some vigilante justice."

Gadget nudges the photo of the blonde towards Bri.

　 　 “So... yeah. That one's yours, isn't she?”

　 　 “She's not mine-”

　 　 “Yeah yeah, fae bullshit. But the point is, she's involved. And the old girls upstairs don't really don't care whatever rivalry you two have going on.... but they've decided that she's your responsibility. For uh... obvious reasons. If it were just her, it wouldn't be a problem, but this Vulcan thing has them rattled. Just... keep an eye on her maybe? Or give her a history lesson, or something. I dunno. You're the most contact she's had with the rest of SIBYL, so if anyone's going to get a better read of her and what she's trying to do, or better yet maybe get her to be less public, it's you.”

Oh, now Gadget's actually taking a moment to breath. Not before smacking the shorter witch on the forehead with the folder, unspoken yet light reprimanding, before dropping the folder in Bridgette's hands, but she's ceased talking none-the-less.

Not that Bridgette's taking the chance to talk. No, she's just running a palm along her face in an exasperated motion, pinching the bridge of her nose while she takes a moment to process what she's been told.

　 　 “Oh, goddammit Krupp. The hell have you done?”

[kuraikyu]

@adsevel : " Don't tell me 'stop'. You know you want it. That you need it. " [ geto <3 :) ]

ㅤ𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 ill-timed and warned of approaching crisis. These two ... they mattered to him. Suddenly a retrospective image flashed through his mind-scape; Mimiko and Nanako clinging happily to him and calling his name. Where first instinctively tightened expression distortedly soured ... no. ' Hey you two, the air is getting bad here. You should go back inside and keep your eyes peeled as you go. ' Jinta and Ururu looked at him in confusion first, then at one another, but without second ados, they would listen in the end and haste safely within the walls of the shop.

---

Second.

Second special grade and 57 other semi-grades ranked 2 and bellow ... all in one day. That was it for him, limit trespassed. To ease dreadfulness of the situation and summarize it humorously - he felt like sh*t. Geto knew very well one more exorcism over his limit will leave a mark, that's why this whole time he profoundly ignored another curse tailing after him across the city until its new target was supposed to become Jinta and Ururu. He shouldn't have been here at all and certainly should not have done that, especially, when he knows what it does to him but -- [ ... ] Tendrils of discomfort shot through his throat and scalp in order to obey necessary contumacy charged down the slope and pause. A fit of tremble, like delirium tremens, upsets the composure of confidence and throws off balance a blissful wish for feigned distress. His throat muscles tightened in compulsive terror, aware of what should / has to happen next.

Bit by bit ... with back pressed against the outdoor wall he slouched down behind the shop. Focused diligence failed to redress genuine grievances where the very walls of psyche have been damaged by some otherwordly mighty force. A minute. He needs just one full minute to re-collect his scattered sentience ... In spasm-like convulsions, orb pressed against quivering lip-line debilitating his continual imaginary all tiresome and hollow. There was another presence, but at this point, Geto was hardly perceptive enough to pay heed 'ward adamant bravado of benevolent wisdom coming nearer in distance of time.

Just when lips reluctantly parted between elapsing seconds to take in and absorb, something else replaced cold, glassy surface, something softer, sweeter ... a whiff of fresh air with resonance of strange energy ... plucking him from the suffocating embrace of nothingness. The cultist's hand was stopped by another. Rot waned away, and his senses were re-filled with taste of spring. Reassurances laid upon Hades' pedestal enkindled bewilderment behind disciplined cages of facial expressions. Someone did not let him swallow the shimmering black-gold. There was no space for grandiloquence or to be surprised but be he in better shape, he definitely would be. Black pearls now full of abyssal void bared in no anticipation, yet in a fluttering blink.

? '' ... '' Mutter falls lightly in mutual orbit. In accordion responding to what beckoned him with weak yet, firm low voiced semi-growl, " stop. " How dare you be soft to me like that. The ridge fell sheer, in steep crags and a distraction of the day couldn't dilute vastness of kaleidoscopic strobe.

" Don't tell me 'stop'. You know you want it. That you need it. "

He felt shiver whispering through him, jovial voice heavy in his mind. But these words did not stop hovering restlessly inches away from his face, so the manipulator's breathing grew shallow. Kisuke's contributory to silken purple of virulent vices left no demand to linger, instead lengths of low timbre's subtlety tried to soothe heft of his state.

ㅤ

'' You don't understand ... , '' he finally utters after a short pause until a self-derisive chuckle sails mistly from his lips, '' you should not be near me when I am in a state like that. ''

ㅤ

This wasn't even a matter of pride or wounded ego anymore but dangers of what he could do while unhinged. Locked for hours indulging in grandeur of destructive enormities until the feeling passes away - that's what should happen, not this. The merchant had no idea what is he fueling right now ... but it seemed like it did not matter to any of them anymore. He was just trying to help; with anything anyhow, but it was nearly impossible. No one could help him, except for himself and time. Still, it was a gesture of utmost kindness ... Mindless nebula taking over him once again. A drop of invisible scarcely latent, crimson thread carefully woven in a trice of giggles and controlled by feminine hands that unleashed anchor into dark waters not to embed stay but puncture sternum and pull closer one coronary artery to another; until grand collision happens in all its foul magnificence but till full reparation. Stirring astounding unreasoning and adrenaline surging through rattling bones and loose heart shaking feverishly in ribcage, such promising resolve hankers after electrifying intimacy as if it is the only salvation but alas! by the skin of one's teeth - solely a grinder for naked knife.

Digits intertwin in an acrimonious gesture of incomprehensible language with black haori clothing the Shinigami's shoulder. Instantaneously trying at first to maintain their separation at bay, but the hardness of his unrelenting grip gradually lost its dexterity and softened.

Lava rooted to the spot without binding nor fighting.

When adequate time occurs he will proceed with greed; for he still planned to swallow the special grade cocooned in his palm. Geto just needed a minute, but at the same time he understood the other would not let him have it, not yet, not now. Not until he's ready for it.

In the wake of resounding enormity of his own desire and faltering momentum of self-perception, masonry to provide continuity between new and old remembrance no longer firmed spinal support and produced space for bad decisions or best. A decision with slight possibility he won't remember a thing if his mind falls victim to blackout. In the loops of perpetual incapacitation, Kisuke reminded him how to breathe again. Perhaps, he might listen to him today ...

He inspires drawing in a full and deliberate inhale. It would give the Sorcerer but one grain of the mountain but he dives back as if in fierce competitiveness with his lungs, pursuing this new catharsis with breathless haste. Joys that were so trifling for one would terminate continual fainting for another.

But until again he is out of oxygen Geto decided to give in to the trickery just as endless. Until the hand holding orb lowered and was no longer a priority within his scope of attention.

[computerkisser]

that ask reminded me of how much i love squidward please look at these images of him he is soooo cute and silly

[amitsuma]

META ASKS: If Your OC Was Canon. // Accepting  

@unboundpower​ asked:

What would be the ‘incorrect but wildly popular’ interpretation of your character in fandom? / for amandine!

The first thing that comes to mind is she would be taken and treated as a tsundere, and just that, because she's got such a hard exterior but she does reveal a softer side and that would be taken out of proportion. She may also be taken as softer than she actually is because of that as well, opening up and trusting people more often than she actually would. The 'exception' would be made the 'rule', and it would be easier to get past her wall. 

[waraningyo]

a curse stake-out with gojo-sensei!⠀웃⠀semi-plotted starter.

ginza, ginza, she was in ginza!  nobara had heard great things about ginza, mainly from magazines acquired from her local konbini back home, and what's more is that now? now she's experiencing first-hand what people find so great about ginza since her move to the city from the boonies of tōhoku.

that doe-eyed, amazed child-to-tween reading through said magazines was now reflected in her eyes as she took in the sights,  reflected in her nose as she took in the smells,  reflected in her ears as she took in the hustle and bustle of the famed shopping district with a penchant for attracting tourists and those native alike, joined only together in the allure that has enchanted them to come in the first place. 

put simply: nobara has found herself in shopping paradise. 

quite frankly, though?�� she should be enjoying herself, enjoying the chillness that's seeping into the day as it gradually turns to night, since she's off-duty, after all. she should be decked out for the weather, dressed to the nines, and enjoying herself as teenage girls do! 

she's off-duty, technically, but technically? she's never off-duty.  

so sure, it was an off-day technically, but what's that to a student-sorcerer whose enemies are spawned around the clock: birthed by the negativity found in humanity? where her hands would be holding any number of shopping bags on a night like tonight, they're empty on a saturday night. she can't be too put off, though, it comes with the job. she isn't alone, anyway: her sensei, as eccentric and jovial as he is, is accompanying her on what is a stake-out in the deeper part of the district.

her targets for tonight? a gaggle of upper grade 2s in a residential area: they boast the kind of intellect that makes it easy for them to pick off unsuspecting targets, and what's more is that they'd been in the area for quite some time, coming out of dormancy every now and again to terrorize. it was no wonder why they weren't exorcised sooner, but nobara supposes they'd had been kept alive just for this.

part of her should be annoyed that she isn't shopping, but there's a flounce in her step that's a touch too giddy. she's been practicing on optimizing the maximum damage of hairpin once triggered, the usage of the one binding vow she can't be bothered to properly place the name of right now: she just knows that she's elated to try it out, showcase her ever-budding strength to her sensei —-

because she had been practicing: because that's the point of attending tōkyō jujutsu tech in the first place, you hone your cursed technique against curses, you fight curses with curses. it's a battle of cursing, but it isn't something trivial, in hindsight it isn't something inherently moralistic. it just is, and that's how it's been for a long while: probably how it'll always be.

a job's a job, a cycle's a cycle, a machine's a machine until it's not. until it inevitably breaks down due to rusted old parts that interfere with its functioning, until it has no choice but to replace those old parts with new parts or until it's replaced with something new entirely.

“ since this is cutting into my me time, sensei, you wouldn't mind making sure a couple extra yen gets deposited into my student bank account, right? ”

[sttoru]

⠀𝝑𝑒 ⠀ DARLING, CAN I BE YOUR FAVORITE?

a series of (separate) fictional stories including true form!sukuna x concubine!reader. these stories take place in the heian era—an era where the king of curses ruled the jujutsu society in terms of power & strength—and focuses mainly on his harem. ྅

note. there are general warnings that are implemented in each piece down below ; size difference, being the main one. for more specific warnings please read the tags on each work.

requests are open, check the req rules on the author’s blog.

status. ongoing, until said otherwise by the author.

ONE SHOTS. I’LL BE YOUR GIRL, LET YOU TASTE IT

sukuna’s favorite concubine’s not-so-hidden jealousy ; sfw to suggestive

trying to break his favorite concubine’s innocence ; nsfw

dealing with harassment from the other concubines ; hurt to comfort, fluff, sfw

claiming ownership over his favourite concubine ; nsfw

letting his favorite concubine try to be on top of him for once ; nsfw

only kissing his favorite concubine and no one else ; sfw

sukuna’s favorite concubine stands up for herself, finally ; sfw

sukuna’s favorite concubine being clingy ; sfw

using his favorite concubine as stress relief ; nsfw

showing off his clingy favorite concubine in the throne room ; nsfw

his favorite concubines being injured and hiding it ; sfw

breaking his favorite concubine’s heart ; sfw

sukuna’s urges take over when being intimate with his favorite concubine [i bet on losing dogs] ; (n)sfw

sukuna’s jealousy evolves into another bloodbath ; sfw

sukuna apologising to his favorite concubine ; sfw

soon: teaching his favorite (bratty) concubine some proper manners ; nsfw

DRABBLES. I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT, YEAH, JUST TAKE IT

using his tummy mouth to please his concubine ; nsfw

sukuna coming back home ; sfw

playing in the rain sfw

HCS / OTHER. MY NAME IS WHATEVER YOU MAKE IT

sukuna’s favourite little concubine on her period ; sfw

tba.

CR. STTORU 2024

[electricgg]

Ancient Dreams In A Modern Land

Being submerged in a new way of living can be, figuratively, a very stressful time for a sixteen-year-old. New school. New city. New friends. 

And a new family, which can be a very fragile subject to handle.

Especially when you are forced to pretend to be someone who is no longer alive; all while looking for your missing twin, learning to keep your uncontrolled powers a secret, and discovering how not to lose your own identity with a body that is very much not your own.

(Y/N) Maximoff did not sign up for family drama. (Y/N) Wayne did not sign up to die young.

Both of them seem to become Death’s favorite tragedy.

Can Maximoff not lose herself in a place designed to see her crash and burn at the stake? Will she be able to find a place to belong? Learn to own up to her situation and even get some peace for the girl that is no longer amongst the living? Get some proper answers in a city full of mystery and secrets?

Thankfully, most of the questions have a positive outcome.

Can she escape from the haunting shadows of a family of obsessive bats?

That may be a lot harder to respond to, as expected.

Masterlist:

Reader's Moodboard

Chapter 1: I Could Be The Eye Of The Storm

Chapter 2: I Am Not My Body, Not My Mind, Or My Brain

Chapter 3: Not My Thoughts And Feelings, I Am Not My DNA

Chapter 4: (TBA)

Playlists:

Fic's Playlist

Maximoff's Playlist

Wayne's Playlist

Tag List: (Open)

 @bat1212 @kneelforloki @1abi @galaxypurplerose @yhin-gg @cxcilla @momentomoribitch @stargirl404 @initial-ari @welpthisisboring @icefox8155 @bunniotomia @alittlelostmoonchild @devotedlyshamelessdetective @shycreatorreview @nirvanaxx1942 @soulsire @ryuushou @rinkydinkythinky @lithiumval @ithoughtthinks @reeyy0-2 @cssammyyarts

[amischiefofmuses]

In honor of sinday, here's some after hours with Recks and also just me practicing poses. This is sketchy and the proportions are a bit shoddy but -shrug noises-

[starbluud]

— NOTHING BUT ARTERIES AND DIRT (YOUR FLOWERS STILL GROW IN MY VEINS)

masterlist.

PAIRING. prince!beomgyu x farmer!f!reader

TW. cursing. mentions of death/execution. blood and injury. slight violence. death threats. attempted forced marriage. hunting traps. hunting. mentions of animal death. mentions of parental death. alcohol usage. illness. incarceration. reader has a little brother named max.

GENRE. fluff. angst. royalty!au. fantasy!au.

SUMMARY. choi beomgyu, the current prince and future king of blue hour grove, craves a change — something with substance. he yearns for something to break the monotony of his repetitive lifestyle, where he’s confined to the castle, preparing to rule for when his father steps down. all he’s ever known are books, proper etiquette, and unbearably dull balls and meetings. just a taste of something new — that’s all he asks.

so, when a chance finally arises to experience the bustling village beyond the tall white walls he’s grown to despise, he doesn’t hesitate to take it. now on the run and new to this unfamiliar world, a certain farmer piques his interest. as he breaks down this shield she has up, she begins to show him what it truly means to live. yet, with the royal family on the hunt for the missing heir, it’s only a matter of time before his dreams come crashing down.

MIXTAPE. soldier, poet, king, the oh hellos. welcome home, son, radical face. king and lionheart, of monsters and men. skinny love, bon iver. michigan, the milk carton kids. dear wormwood, the oh hellos. ghost towns, radical face. featherstone, the paper kites. wasteland, baby!, hoizer. the night we met, lord huron. white winter hymnal, fleet foxes.

NOTES. hello! here’s a little masterlist i made for this series. i guess it’s a series lol. anyway, everything is pretty much identical to each other chapter-wise, but i suck at making things aesthetic. sorry if it gets confusing. you can find all the chapters and such here. i might make a taglist as well in the future if you’d like. let me know what you think. <3

TABLE OF CONTENTS.

(coming soon!)

CHAPTER ONE. to be loved (what a sick feeling)

CHAPTER TWO. a healing touch (enough to kill me gently)

CHAPTER THREE. tba

if your name’s in white, it won’t let me tag :((

taglist: @usuallyunlikelyfox @xylatox @the-car-in-ily

[arcade-sekai]

Finding comfort in flickering neons…

A dream collaboration of an aspiring artist with her secret companions! 

ZERO +-ox or ZERO control, sometimes abbreviated as ZC and Zerocon (ゼロコン) is a unit founded by a schoolgirl and her secret bandmates that bond over their shared ambitions.

@charactervocal02 here with my first ever big scale project released into the public! I admit I don’t have much material to post here and this is pretty much still a work in progress, but I’ve had this thing sitting around since January and I don’t want to just collect dust on it.

I will try to frequently post doodles and attempts at proper art, but I don’t have a clear schedule or routine. Everything in my life is such a mess (wwww)

The ZC story stars Odaka Momoko or P1, as she likes to be addressed; alongside Arcade SEKAI’s inhabitants, the Virtual Singers. Her band is rather small, it’s hardly a band, but one can present their music in any way they want, right?

Follow Momo on her journey of acceptance, but I beg of you, be nice to her. She is of weak heart.

tags:

#arcade sekai = general tag

#arcade sekai fa = for possible fanart

#odaka momoko or #momoko odaka

#arcade miku

#arcade rin

#arcade len

#arcade luka

#arcade meiko

#arcade kaito

#arcaseka quiz = quiz archive

#arcaseka dynamics event

[more TBA if needed]

about asks

Feel free to drop questions directed at me or at the characters themselves, greetings, nice messages or art prompts. I’ll try to get to all of them in due time, but please, do not send anything NSFW or otherwise inappropriate.

about ships

There won’t be any ships confirmed in this project, however, you can expect hints of MikuRin and KaiMeiLuka. Feel free to make ship art, but know that in canon, the Virtual Singers are incapable of true romantic attraction.

That being said, I am uncomfortable with RinLen, as I view them as siblings more than anything.

fanart + other content

Please please please don’t hesitate to make fanart or form headcanons or do any other kind of stuff! I want nothing else than the community to engage with this project. However, please make sure to somehow point to this blog so people know what you’re talking about ^_^

Also please tag me in your works! I absolutely do not mind the extra notification + it’s easier for me to find that way!

I will make weekly or monthly fanart highlights if this ends up blowing up…

launch tags

@mirpkechi @bobcross1010 @sillystringstar @vee1021 @sillysillynoodles

go forth and spread this around /j

[amitsuma]

🔥 Atropa and Sukkali: he don’t know them very well, but Fu finds them very pleasant to the eyes 👌🏾

Send 🔥 if your muse is attracted to my muse'

❝Oh! Thank you so much, that's so kind of you.❞

❝Ooh, is that so? How sweet of you. You aren't so bad yourself.❞