#reigen and tome on the computer

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[ID: Digital artwork of various Mob Psycho 100 characters. The 1st features Serizawa Katsuya and Reigen Arataka, kissing while holding each other, as Serizawa's psychic aura envelopes them both, causing Reigen to float a little. The next drawing is of Shigeo Kageyama / Mob, gingerly holding a sea bunny nudibranch while observing it with interest and affection. The 3rd image is a sort of comic, with the first panel showing a speech bubble requesting, "Draw serirei play wrestling", with the artist showing a thumbs up and responding with "Sure thing!". However, a little note mentions that the artists has no idea how to draw that, and the next panel shows Serizawa suplexing Reigen while the words "PLAYFUL SUPLEX" are plastered around a dramatic background. The 4th drawing is a 6 panel comic, depicting Shou and Ritsu pranking Reigen via Shou slapping a sticky note saying "PLEASE take my credit card and bank information" on his back, and Ritsu psychically levitating his wallet out of his pocket. As Reigen attempts to chase after them, he trips over his tied shoelaces (Shou being the culprit), demanding Mob to intervene without any success. The following drawing showcases Tome behind a sticker-covered computer, playing Octodad while wearing a Gir hoodie and Minecraft Creeper headphones. She's speaking to an audience on twitch, saying things like, "Thank you for the bits Arson1765376", "Don't forget, all proceeds go into me buying more fake cockroaches to put in my boss's shoes when he's not looking", and "Anyway this game is so me if I were an octopus or a dad". The final drawing features Reigen as a dumbo octopus, with a little pink tie and some orange head fuzz. End ID]

Some MP100 requests from insta

[shigayokagayama]

jodo ^_^

Sexuality Headcanon:

whew. this ones a doozy.

“No.”

“Just hear me out!” The man standing on the other side of the desk was the last person Reigen had been expecting, or wanting, to see today. His black, oily hair did well to frame his smug, weasley face, and his suit looked too expensive for the cheap smelling cologne Reigen caught wafting off him.

“I wouldn’t go to any event as your date,” Reigen grimaced as he spoke, “Much less to the funeral of the man who tried to ruin my life.��� 

“Oh come on, you’re doing great for yourself!” Roshuuto protested, “Besides, I’m sure there’s nothing Master Jodo would hate more than knowing you’re enjoying a banquet paid for by the company he built.”

“I’d probably get food poisoning,” Reigen muttered.

“No, trust me, Psychic Sun funerals have the best catering,” Roshuuto smirked.

“How the hell do you know that? How many have you even been to?”

Roshuuto started counting on his fingers for a moment before shrugging. “Twelve?”

“Goddamn, you guys are dropping like flies!”

“It’s a dangerous line of work,” Roshuuto said pensively, hanging his head for a moment before perking up, “Anyway the ceviche is to die for.”

“Pun intended?”

Roshuuto let out a fake sounding laugh.

“Oh, Reigen-san, you’re so funny.”

“Shut up,” Reigen groaned, “Why do you even want me there?”

“Well,” Roshuuto sighed, “I’ve been telling everyone I’ve been seeing a very special someone for the past few months now and I don’t think I can go alone to another event without someone calling my bluff.”

“Why me?” 

“Because I trust you Reigen,” he said, looking at him with big doleful eyes, “And I know literally no one else who’s not already going to be there.”

Reigen stared at him for a moment, locking eyes with him, before turning back to his computer and clicking play on the husky screaming compilation video he’d been in the middle of when Roshuuto had waltzed in.

“Hey hey hey wait,” Roshuuto cried over the wails of the damned coming from his shitty laptop speaker, “I… there may also be some financial incentive to your attendance.”

Reigen paused the video and looked back at him, eyebrow raised. Roshuuto sighed, putting a hand behind his head.

“Master Jodo… I was like a grandson to him,” Roshuuto said wistfully, “In those final months before he slipped in the shower, I was attending to his every need. I’ve never felt closer to another person before, and I’m sure he felt the same when he was writing his final will and testament. I expect I will be receiving a significant portion of his fortune, and if you were to do this for me, I would be willing to part with a fraction of it in exchange for your company.”

“Fifty percent.”

“Fuck no. Ten.”

Reigen turned the video back on.

“Twenty five!” Roshuuto said quickly, “Twenty five and I pay for our ride there!”

“Were you not already going to?”

“Does that sound fair?” Roshuuto quirked an eyebrow with an oily grin.

“...How much do you think you’ll be getting?” Reigen asked.

“Ah, I don’t want to jinx it by saying a number,” Roshuuto’s breath hissed as he sucked in through his teeth, “But if I were to throw out an educated guess… 90,000,000 yen.”

Reigen put a thoughtful hand to his chin, then held it out to Roshuuto.

“Sounds like a deal.”

“You won’t regret it,” Roshuuto grinned. The door creaked open as Tome and Serizawa stepped into the office, Mobdonalds in hand. Roshuuto looked up and released Reigen’s hand.

“Ah, lovely to see you two again,” he said. Serizawa stared at him, unblinking. Reigen watched a bead of sweat form on his forehead. “I uh, I best be going now,” he coughed, walking towards the door and sidestepping Serizawa. “Call me!” 

Reigen watched the door slam shut.

“I don’t even have his phone number.”

Roshuuto was unsure how to feel about the smallness of the backseat of the taxi he had ordered. On one hand, he had gotten exactly what he paid for, ordering the cheapest taxi he could find out of Seasoning City, and the idea of driving crammed in the back of this car for another hour was making him feel kind of sick. 

On the other hand, being pressed this tightly against Reigen Arataka was not the worst feeling in the world.

“I should have brought headphones…” he heard Reigen mutter. The taxi driver had been blasting some obnoxious talk show for the entire drive, occasionally laughing so hard Roshuuto was afraid he’d swerve off the road and crash the car. 

“Do you want me to sing for you?”

“Absolutely not.”

“It was a joke, Reigen.” Roshuuto said, “Honestly, before we met I always thought you’d have more of a sense of humor, but in all the time I’ve known you I can’t remember a single time I’ve seen you laugh.”

“Try being funnier.” Reigen muttered, staring out the window.

“You know, my colleagues always compliment me for my ability to lighten the mood,” he said. Reigen glanced at him for a moment then went back to staring out at the view of the winding mountain road. Roshuuto yawned, trying to casually put an arm over Reigen’s shoulder but hitting it on the car roof and pretending nothing had happened.

“Hey, driver!” Reigen called, “Do you think you could roll down the windows? I need some air.”

“What, so you could stick your head out like a dog?” Roshuuto snickered. Reigen stared blankly at him until he stopped laughing. The window rolled down and Roshuuto shuddered at the blast of cold air.

“Ugh, no, please close it,” Roshuuto grimaced.

“Why?” Reigen frowned.

“It’s freezing out there,” he scoffed.

“What? It’s like 15 C’s.” Reigen protested

“C’s?”

“Yeah like Celcius?”

“Why didn’t you just say degrees? Who even says that?”

“I do, shut up,” Reigen turned to the driver, “Sorry about him.”

“Ey, it’s fine, I’ve had worse customers,” the driver said, motioning to Roshuuto. “Someone gave birth on that seat once.”

Roshuuto’s eye twitched and he reached into his bag, pulling out a wet wipe and shifting to scrub the seat under him, trying to ignore the trembling in his arms from the cold air seeping through the window.

Roshuuto stumbled out of the cab, sifting through his pockets for the exorbitant cab fare before making his way towards his former employer’s manor. Reigen was a few steps behind him. He’d managed to convince him not to wear his usual tie, as Roshuuto was sure the bright pink would have raised some eyebrows for such a somber occasion. The courtyard was full of all manners of psychics that Roshuuto had probably met before but certainly didn’t remember the names of. He made his way towards the front door, shaking hands with all the weirdos lining his pathway.

“Ah, Roshuuto-san, glad you could…” Utuo Muzuo stopped mid handshake, staring past him to where Reigen stood. “...What are you doing here?”

“Ah, Utuo-san,” Roshuuto let a wry smile creep across his face, “Allow me to introduce you to my partner.”

Reigen messily shoved a piece of ceviche he had grabbed from a waiter’s tray into his mouth and held out a hand towards Utuo, who stared at him dumbfounded.

“Your partner… as in…”

“Sexual partner,” Roshuuto said in a low voice, eyebrows raised. Reigen choked on his food, dramatically pounding his fist against his chest in some sort of amateur self-Heimlich maneuver. Utuo looked between the two of them and Roshuuto watched a shudder pass through him. 

“Excuse me,” he said, turning and pushing through the crowd towards the bathroom.

“Why did you have to say it like that?” Reigen spluttered.

“I wanted to make our relationship clear!” Roshuuto said, “I needed to ensure this wasn’t mistaken for a business venture.”

“But this is a business venture.”

“I know it is you idiot, but they don’t.”

Reigen sighed, throwing his head back.

“Couldn’t you have just said boyfriend…” he muttered.

“Where’s the mystique, dear Reigen?” he said, “Oh, wait, is it odd for us to be dating and still on a surname basis? Should I call you Ar-”

“I will actually kill you.”

“Okay,” Roshuuto threw up his hands, “Just. Make sure we make this convincing, alright? The truth of this venture would have been even more humiliating than me turning up alone again.”

“That you’re bribing me with blood money?” Reigen shoved a deviled egg in his mouth.

“You say it like I killed him,” Roshuuto said, horrified.

“Well, you did say you were taking care of him and then he slipped in the shower and died, so...” 

“I didn’t mean literally take care of him, I wasn’t his nurse!” Roshuuto snapped, “I just paid him the occasional visit. You know, to keep him company. And pick up food for his wretched mongrel.”

“There’s a dog here?” Life seemed to return to Reigen’s eyes.

“I wouldn’t classify it as a dog,” Roshuuto grumbled, “The damn thing has outstayed its welcome on this earth and seems to be clinging on exclusively to spite me. I can’t think of a single time I’ve visited this place where I did not return to some manner of excrement in my shoes.”

“Reigen-san?!?”

Shinra Banshoumaru made his way through the sea of people towards them. Reigen breathed a sigh of relief.

“Finally a friendly face,” Reigen said, “Hey buddy, what are you doing here?”

“I- it’s my boss’s funeral?” Shinra said.

“Oh, right, forgot you worked for this clown too.” Reigen said. A waiter passed by with a bottle of champagne and Roshuuto saw Reigen’s eyes light up.

“Reigen!” Roshuuto hissed, “You can’t say-”

“Be right back,” Reigen grabbed a champagne glass off the table and jogged towards the waiter. Shinra watched him go with a frown.

“Wasn’t expecting to see him here,” he said, “Honestly, I figured he’d be the last person Master Jodo would have invited.”

“Oh, he didn’t,” Roshuuto said, “I did.”

“What?” 

“Reigen is my-”

Reigen pushed in front of him, two champagne glasses in hand. He handed one to Shinra and held up his glass.

“Cheers,” Reigen said. Shinra considered for a moment, then clinked his glass against Reigen’s with a soft smile.

“Erm, hello?” Roshuuto said, grabbing Reigen by the shoulder. “Where’s my glass?”

“Get one yourself,” Reigen waved his hand dismissively, “You have legs.”

Roshuuto scowled, storming towards the table to grab a glass. With how uncooperative his date was being, he was probably going to need it.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today-” the speaker frowned, looking over his notecards. He quietly shoved them into a pocket on his robe and pulled out another set of cards from the other pocket. “Friends and family, today we gather in grief…”

Roshuuto could barely focus on the words leaving his mouth with all the whispering and giggling coming from beside him. Somehow in the space between Reigen discovering that they provided alcohol and the beginning of the service, he had managed to get completely wasted. How was a complete mystery to him, as Roshuuto was pretty sure he hadn’t even seen him get a refill. Was this his first glass? 

“Can you two behave yourselves?” Roshuuto hissed.

“I don’t know, can you get that stick out of your ass?” Reigen whispered. Shinra started giggling and Reigen leaned against him for support, laughing so hard he looked like he was about to cry.

“Might I remind you we are at a funeral?” Roshuuto snapped. Reigen he might have expected this from, but Shinra?  

“Might I remind you that you told me I should ‘get a sense of humor’ on the drive over?” Reigen said smugly. “Is this funny enough for you?”

“There’s a time and a place you cheap suited-”

“Oh, I’m cheap?”

“At this time,” the speaker continued, “We would like to invite the members of the departed’s family to speak.”

Roshuuto watched as the oldest man he had ever seen wheeled himself onto the stand.

“I can’t believe I have to live in a world without my baby brother,” the man spoke into the mic. Reigen wheezed for breath, tears forming in his eyes.

“Reigen-san, stop,” Shinra wheezed, trying to suppress his giggles, “It’s not funny.”

“I know-” Reigen gasped, “That’s why I’m laughing.”

Shinra doubled over, almost knocking Reigen, who had been hanging on him, to the floor. Roshuuto was painfully aware of the eyes of the funeral procession locked on him as the old man sobbed on stage. He grabbed his wine glass and downed the remaining portion of it, immediately feeling it hit his stomach. 

Oh god.

He jumped out of his seat, pushing through the crowd towards the bathroom. Where the fuck was it? He’d been in this stupid labyrinthian house a million times and he still could never find it. He spotted the door out of the corner of his eye and turned too fast, slipping and hitting his head on the floor. He tried to stand and doubled over, losing the wine along with the rest of the contents of his stomach. He shakily got to his feet and made his way back into the main room. Everyone was looking at him. Everyone except Reigen and Shinra, whose seats were conspicuously empty. Roshuuto shuffled back to his seat, trying to ignore the anxiety welling in his chest. Had they gone looking for him? No, they would have run into each other in the hall, right? As the minutes ticked by his worry grew. Maybe he should look for them. 

Just as the thought crossed his mind the people around him began to stand and make their way to the casket. Roshuuto rose with them, scanning the crowd. Maybe they had just moved seats? He felt like a mother who had lost her two worst behaved children in a Walmart. Everyone knew Reigen was here because of him, he’d made a point of that. Whatever he did here, Roshuuto would be held responsible. He made his way to the casket, cursing himself for not bringing flowers. Now he looked like even more of a clown than he had before. He felt a hand on his shoulder and Utuo looked him in the eye, leading him aside. Roshuuto’s throat went dry as he guided him away from the party towards Jodo’s study. Utuo opened the door, standing aside to let Roshuuto enter. He balled his hands into fists and entered the room, where a collection of the Rising Sun Union’s upper echelon sat in a small circle.

“What’s happening?” Roshuuto said shakily.

“We’re reading Master Jodo’s will,” Utuo said flatly. Roshuuto let out a breath. Right. The reason he was here in the first place. A man in a crisp black suit that Roshuuto didn’t recognize sat behind the desk, paper in hand.

“Now that everyone’s here, is it alright if we begin?” he said. Roshuuto nodded, noticing a wheelchair with the same man who had spoken earlier in the corner. The man made eye contact with Roshuuto for a moment, sneered, then pointedly looked away. Roshuuto kept himself steady. It didn’t matter what these people thought of him, all that mattered was the money. The man Roshuuto assumed to be Jodo’s lawyer cleared his throat.

“To Utuo Muzuo, I leave the business I built in your capable hands, as well as the current sum of money in the company’s bank account. To my dearest brother, I leave my estate, as well as half of my fortune…”

Sweat dripped down Roshuuto’s temple as names got read and more and more money got divvied up. He tried to run numbers in his head. How much was even going to be left for him?

“...to Amemura Tooru, I leave 5% of my fortune, as well as my silver Maserati. Please take good care of it.”

Roshuuto felt his stomach sink. That was the last of the money. Why had they even brought him in here? To taunt him? Had Jodo somehow posthumously written him out of the will as punishment for bringing Reigen?

“...And finally, to my colleague Roshuuto Dozen, I leave my beloved Muffin. Please take good care of her, I know you were always her favorite.”

Roshuuto understood now. This was one last “fuck you” from beyond the grave. He wanted to laugh but he felt as though those simple words had drained every remaining ounce of energy from his body. 

“The will then goes on to elaborate on her feeding schedule,” the lawyer said, “Uh, which seems to be now. Does anyone know where she’s being kept?”

“In the bathroom,” Utuo said, voice strained. For the first Roshuuto noticed an inconspicuous looking stain on his shirt. 

“Well,” the lawyer said, rising from his chair, “We can discuss the finer details on the way there.”

The men made their way across the house towards the bathroom. They stopped abruptly in the middle of the hallways.

“Uh, did someone throw up on the floor?” 

“Must’ve been the dog,” Roshuuto said. No one had the energy to argue. They stepped around it and opened the door to the bathroom, where a black and white chihuahua stared at them with wide, hazy eyes. Roshuuto glanced to the right and saw Shinra sitting on the bathroom counter making out with a familiar blonde conman. 

“SHINRA WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE YOU MAKING OUT WITH MY DATE?”

“YOUR DATE?” Shinra backed away from Reigen, looking between the two of them.

“I don’t love him, he paid me to be here!” Reigen said defensively.

“You what?” Utuo’s jaw gaped.

“You hired an escort to come to a funeral with you?” Amemura yelped.

“NO NO IT WASN’T LIKE THAT IT WAS A MUTUALLY BENEFICIAL BUSINESS DECISION,” Roshuuto waved his hands defensively in front of him. 

“Speaking of business, are these the jokers who are making us rich or whatever?” Reigen looked at the lawyer. Roshuuto flinched, turning to look back at his colleagues.

“Well, actually, uh,” Roshuuto turned to look at the dog, “Wait, where did my inheritance go?”

The lawyer pointed to the hallway, where Muffin lapped at the vomit on the floor. Roshuuto looked back at Reigen.

“How do you feel about split custody?”

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no way, you haven't seen train to busan yet? i say you're definitely in for a ride 🤩

also hhhh ritsu finally getting his big bro back.. iwnxowmx i love them sm i rarely came across wholesome kaegbros content so thank you for your service 🛐

((i don't think anyone's ever asked this but what are zombie mob's dynamic with reigen and teru after they reunite bcs i am in need of dad reigen and angsty platonic terumob sobs ((also teru and mob's special hand shake hHHHHH SOBS))

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i have not i should watch it ! looks sick as hell :]

both reigen and teru are ... a little distant with mob as soon as they see that he's a zombie, mostly out of fear of getting bitten, but also just... genuine grief and uncertainty on how to move forward

after just a few days of spending time with him though, they both see a Lot of mob in him, and like i said in that other ask a while ago, they Start To Believe. teru is a lot quicker to warm up to mob, and a lot more willing to get near him sooner than reigen. he misses hugging mob a lot, but he doesn't dare try for a while

when he Does get comfortable touching mob, and when mob seems unbothered by it, he kinda goes full swing into it and reverts back to his old clingy self. mob never seems to mind, though he doesn't do it back except for basic hugs. and also the handshake <3

teru Is a bit starved for returned affection—he desperately wishes mob could like .. compute that and Realize that and at least Attempt to do it back. he misses talking to him, and holding conversations, and seeing him smile. teru misses his smile a lot—he doesn't seem to smile as a zombie

reigen is frankly fuckin devastated bc he's rly not one to believe in a cure (at first, anyway) and this right here feels like a Fraction of what mob used to be, so it's rly rly hard to look at the kid and not get upset about what he Could be looking at instead, had reigen had a better handle on the kageyama's whereabouts when they got separated

reigen calls him "mob" out of instinct and mob, despite going a full year without hearing that name once, instantly turns to reigen in response, attentive. he thinks it's a fluke at first, but over time as it happens again and again he realizes that Yeah, mob recognizes that name and knows reigen is talking to Him specifically, and mob is trying to listen. it's a small piece of proof, for him, that mob is there

when reigen gets more comfy with the circumstances, he settles back into old habits. he ruffles mob's hair and the first time it happens mob looks comically bemused and he like.blinks several times like What The Hell Was That but the second time he does it he seems to recall the sensation and leans into the touch

HILARIOUS to think about mob latching onto old memories, and occasionally he'll stand next to reigen and hold his hand out. and reigen kinda stares at him, a little lost as to why, and on instinct reigen just kinda puts whatever he's holding atm in mob's palms and he seems satisfied w that and simply walks away ???? idk How long it takes him to recognize that mob is holding his hands out waiting to be paid, but it's gonna be hilarious when he realizes it . his memories r rough atm so he doesn't rly remember What he's waiting for, so when reigen gives him literally anything he thinks "ah, that must be it" and carries on.

teru and reigen don't realize it, but tome and ritsu catch on quite quickly—mob actually seems happier, after the reunion ! tome mentions that shigeo seems kinda chipper lately, and more alert, more talkative. ever since seeing teru and reigen again, sections of that rusty brain have turned back online to rifle through memories, and even though it's a little hard to tell, they can see it in his eyes, The Joy

makes ritsu think a lil bit. ritsu had sorta defaulted to the idea that mob didn't recall ever being with teru or reigen to begin with, beforehand. he's not sure why he came to this conclusion—he just never rly thought abt it too hard, over everything else to consider

makes him wonder if mob had been quietly mourning teru and reigen this whole time, quietly missing them, but never having the ability to show it or vocalize it, even to ritsu. or if it's like an out-of-sight, out-of-mind thing, where mob didn't rly think about them until they appeared in front of them, and now he's happy they're here. it's hard to tell

[xtreme-cringe]

HNK x MP100 AU [what gems some characters are + hardness]

another AU thing

also. i no longer have a phone so no drawings :) i actually made one here on my home computer but it won’t load so yeah. i have a speedpaint of it on my channel though.

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i might add them with their jobs. for now, it’s the characters and what gems they are. 

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the kids

shigeo ‘mob’ kageyama - obsidian + alloy arms - 5.5 on the mohs scale

Ritsu kageyama - jetstone - 4.0 on the mohs scale 

teruki hanazawa - citrine - 7 on the mohs scale

tome kurata - snowflake obsidian - 5.5 on the mohs scale

shou suzuki - fire opal - 6.5 on the mohs scale

tsubomi takane - black diamond - 10 on the mohs scale

emi - golden beryl - 8 on the mohs scale

ichi mezato - heliodor - 7.5 on the mohs scale

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adults 

Arataka reigen - yellow tourmaline - 7 on the mohs scale

katsuya serizawa - jaspillite - 6 [?] on the mohs scale

ryou shimazaki -  onyx - 7 on the moh scale

yoshioka mamoru -  black spinel - 8 on the mohs scale 

yosuke sakurai - brown moonstone - 6.5 on the mohs scale

toshiki minegishi - kunzite - 6.5 on the mohs scale

koyama is there, he’s just in the same situation as padparadscha.

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[irradiatedsnakes]

trying to check how hoshida refers to tome for a thing but the version of the reigen manga i have downloaded is the official translation which doesnt have honorifics and the fan scanlations are on mangadex and mangadex Hates Me And My Computer

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[ID: A Mob Psycho 100 comic which is mostly black and white. Serizawa looks extremely uncomfortable as Tome grins, "well i tried to research you but i could'nt find any info i could trust." We see Tome sitting at a computer and smirking as she says, "now lets see..."

Her computer screen is shown with text that's occasionally in caps lock red font, here transcribed in bold. It says "serizawa katsuya is a terrorist who used to be apart of claw the terrorist organisation who did terrorist things like kidnapping kids and world domanation. he was second in commend in terrorism terrorist he did terrorism Serizawa Katsuya is a fucking terrorist this guy is a fucking terrorist." Arrows point to a picture of Claw-era Serizawa who has the same expression as Serizawa in the first panel.

Tome stares with distress at her screen and says "Oh... wow..." loudly. Then she smirks, "well that cant be true serizawa is such a chill and nice guy."

The image under the cut is a panel from the Reigen manga where Tome is smiling as she says, "Well, I tried to research you, but I couldn't find any info I could trust. I know you're a superuman, Mr. Serizawa, but I wondered what you could do besides exorcisms." End ID]

thinking about how tome researched serizawa, found out about claw and was like" wow i cant believe the internet is lying to me about my cool and epic friend serizawa"

[beeridgettt]

words cant even begin to describe how i feel about this series. thank you mob psycho 100!

id: grid of nine drawings that all feature mob with loved ones. from left to right and top to bottom the images shown: ritsu and mob walking back home from school and talking. mob trying on clothes with teru at a clothing store. serizawa and sho playing video games with mob. tome and all of the telepathy club singing at karaoke with mob. mob smiling brightly and holding a sunflower with both hands. mob with the body improvement club after running. mob doing homework at his desk while dimple puts a hand on his shoulder. mob and tsbomi talking over the phone in their respective houses. reigen sobbing with an arm over mob’s shoulder for a photo at mob’s high school graduation. end id. 

[doopn00p]

I read the reigen spin off manga and drew some scenarios related to it

[bousstephanoumenos]

Reigen Arataka worst girl dad of the century

[underpaidimmortal]

SPOILERS AHEAD

please guys vote reigen. he's the least normal man on earth. he gets drunk on nonalcoholic lemon soda. when his 14 year old mentee left him alone for a couple days he ended up on national television and got exposed as a fraud, leaving him to twitter battle to the death on the internet to restore his honour, then holds a press conference where he flat out denies everything and everyone believes him. one time he bought like sixty computer monitors and played a mmorpg for a week nonstop to exorcize a ghost player who was beating everyone else's ass. he won. he's able to defeat more than 100 psychics in a single match... of rock paper scissors. he got 4th place in the national whack-a-mole championship, leaving him three spots below One Punch Man himself. his main strategy for getting out situations with psychic villains is to belittle their life choices so bad that they reconsider. his impression of an american man goes something like, "YO SUNNYBOY. WHAT IS SO UP MY BOY." in the german dub he calls mob "moby dick" and tome "tome tomato" and has a weird fixation on apple strudel. when he needs to sympathize with somebody, the most tragic thing he can come up with is that he forgot to remind his parents to pack his bento for sports day in fourth grade. he was fully prepared to kill the world's second most powerful psychic with no bullets in the gun he was wielding.

Reigen:

Reigen looks like a businessman, but he's actually a con man psychic who pretends to exorcise ghosts, but he's actually a genius at manipulating people and talking them into improving their lives. Like, someone will come in complaining of a ghost that's making their back hurt and he will "exorcise" the ghost by giving them a massage.

His assistant is a teenage boy with real psychic powers, who believes Reigen's lies about being a psychic, so when there are real ghosts afoot, he calls in his assistant to handle the job for him and then praises his "progress" in "training". Through this kid, Reigen has somehow managed to convince a whole branch of a psychic terrorist organization that he has psychic powers, and he has somehow become the brains and mission control when they need to fight off the rest of the terrorist organization.

Even though he's just a powerless con man, Reigen's charisma and ability of speech is so powerful that he can convince supervillains to get a real job and like 20 powerful psychics that he's actually a grandmaster psychic stronger than them.

Shen Wei:

he's almost omnipotent and one of the rulers from the Netherworld and living on Earth as a university professor to stalk his crush and kill ghosts who harm humans

[saltycharacters]

[ID: Digital doodles featuring Mob Psycho 100 characters. The 1st is concept art of a "role swap" & "power swap" au, where two characters swap both story roles and psychic abilities. Swap pairs depicted are Serizawa / Reigen, Tome/ Mob, and Dimple / Mogami, though Dimple is not shown- they all wear the inverted colors of their swap partner's original clothing. Following that is a large shitpost page, where characters are drawn over or as various memes. From left to right, there are things such as Serizawa nervously sitting in a bathtub with his suit on over the caption "Abnormal Behaviors", Reigen holding Uu-chan as it cuts flan with a large knife, Dimple blocking Reigen's view of his computer screen while it declares "Defeat", Mob saying "One time someone held a door open for me, and I meant to say "thank you" but instead I looked them in the eyes and said "Door", Tome declaring, "Huge fan of when my speech patterns rub off on people enjoy when that happens" followed by a "NEVERMIND MY BOSS JUST SAID SKILL ISSUE", Mezato showing off a picture of a duck while saying, "Exquisite Photo of a Fuck I Took", and Ritsu musing, "I wonder if shampoo and conditioner are friends irl or if it's purely professional". End ID]

Mp100 Double Swap AU + Shitpost

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Don't forget, help Palestine:

-> arab.org <- Click once a day for free

-> gazaesims.com <- Instructs how to donate esims

-> gazafunds.com <- Randomly selects a fundraiser for you to support

-> Fundraiser spreadsheet <- Lists Gazan fundraisers

-> Operation Olive Branch Spreadsheet <- Lists other ways to support

-> Resource link google doc <- Has tons of information and links

[domestic-reigen]

“I’m so sorry”

a redraw of one of my comics 

[phantomrose96]

So the plaques were weird.

This was about the strongest conclusion Mob had come to about the new decorations lovingly, crookedly hung behind Reigen's desk. Mob had had half a mind to google what "Twink" and "DILF" were, but he had the feeling those were better off not showing up in the family computer's search history.

He'd asked Teru, who'd burst into such an uncontrollable fit of laughter Teru couldn't breathe, let alone explain to Mob what, exactly, Reigen had won. And Mob had tried asking Ritsu. Ritsu had simply gone silent, and the expression on his face had reminded Mob that his little brother was capable of incredible violence.

So Mob just kind of let it be. He spared a few awkward glances to the kitschy hangings and mostly just tried to forget they were there.

"Yo!" The office door clicked open. Reigen sauntered in, whistling an off-key tune and fumbling to remove his jacket. "Hey Mob, guess whose Shishou has been crowned champion once again!"

Mob blinked. "Did you win the Tumblr S--"

"No no," Reigen waved it off with too much vigor. His motions sent a draft through the office until his hand got tangled in his coat. "Lost to some skeleton. Not important."

"Oh," Mob said, and did not prompt anything further. He looked down at his phone.

Loudly, with much fumbling and clattering, Reigen made his way to his seat. And despite trying his best to ignore Reigen and whatever new trophy he was going to over-explain to Mob without actually explaining anything (It had seemed Reigen himself didn't quite understand the DILF nor Twink awards either), Mob found his eyes roving once more.

He looked up.

Reigen had propped an actual crown on his desk, which he shoved beside his nametag, then behind it, then beside it again, then noticed he was scuffing the desk and stopped shoving the crown around.

Mob's blood pressure was rising.

70%.

"Shishou what's--" Actually, Mob wasn't going to ask.

Mob looked at his phone instead, which was not a smart phone, no matter how much Teru pestered him to get one. Mob didn't need one. He only needed his phone to text people, really.

All people he was, currently, ignoring.

Teru, 2 unread messages: a link to a news article Mob could not open and a single emoticon text reading ":0!" Tome, 2 unread: a link to another news article and an unread text reading "Hey what the fuck."

Ritsu, 2 unread: a screenshot of a headline reading out "Twitter Poll Crowns New Queen of England" accompanied by, perhaps, the ugliest photo of Reigen to ever exist. A text reading "I'm gonna fucking kill him."

85%.

Mob looked up. Reigen had placed the crown on his head. He was deeply engrossed in his laptop.

"Hey Mob, how much do you know about Twitter? I need you to translate some weird tweets people are mentioning me in."

95%

"I don't, actually, Shishou. Sorry. You should ask Hanazawa."

"Oh he would know, wouldn't he?"

Mob was simply not going to think about it.

He was, for his own sanity, really not going to think about it.

[1o1percentmilk]

mob: HCI reigen: web development dimple: algorithms ritsu: data science/machine learning teru: software engineering tome: game development serizawa: theory (sorry theory people idk anything abt theory subfields he can have the whole thing) hatori: networks (easiest assignment ever) shou: HPC touichirou: cloud computing/data centers mogami: cyber/IT security tsubomi: programming languages mezato: data science/AI tokugawa: operating systems kamuro: databases shimazaki: computer vision shibata: hardware modifications/overclocking joseph: computer security roshuuto: mobile development hoshida: graphics body improvement club: hardware takenaka: cryptography minegishi: comp bio/synthetic bio matsuo: autonomous robotics koyama: computer architecture (??? i got stuck on this one) sakurai: embedded systems

touichirou is so cloud computing coded

[wyrvel]

asking you this because I trust you to be funny and correct but how do you think canonverse terumob would play out

i think teru genuinely isnt conscious of being desperately in love & once mob expresses interest in love hes like I'm A Wingman Sent From God and starts investing truly uncalled for amount of energy into mob's personal traits which he hungrily digs for and essentially goes on dates with mob to help acclimate him and when mob bombs his date with a girl anyway he says "its ok. i dont feel as bothered about love anymore" <- CLUELESS. reigen who grew up excruciatingly lonely and trained labourously in the art of social convention so he could have water cooler talk with miserable coworkers & dimple who just spies on people a lot both immediately pick up on teru's crush and are like damn...well maybe it didn't work because he might like men you should try seeing if he likes men <- they don't believe teru will score but want to let this poor idiot at least allow himself to shoot his shot. serizawa also wants to know if he likes men and it turns into an extremely serious group thought experiment. tome asks them whats appealing about girls over boys so she can participate. everyone's forgotten why they're doing this they're having a heated debate where no one's allowed to talk about sex because tome and teru are 15 so reigen and serizawa dont have to bring up they are virgins who have never been in a relationship

when teru finally gets it he thinks "well if kageyama-kun can confess then i'd be a terrible rival if I didn't too" and immediately confesses. mob rejects him gently. they're still having the Gay Debate Circle because teru is the only one who actually had a concrete moment of self discovery and so mob is like well. i never thought about that stuff. i just really like hanazawa-kun as a friend it doesnt feel the same like with tsubomi ri-- and tome is like you werent even friends with her. why would you be obsessed with someone you're friends with. and mob is like hm. thats true.

mob enters a Thoughtfulness Black Hole. on tsubomi's sage advice he decides to trial date teru (rousing him from his Defeat Coma) to gauge his feelings. she says if he isnt feeling it they can just break up and because they're such good friends it will be fine. trial never ends. terumob wins. reigen downloads gay porn to his home computer but is too afraid to open it.

[encrypted-cryptid]

11 + reigen <3

11 - drastic

if he thinks back, reigen can count on one hand the number of times he's cried in the last decade or so. it's not that he doesn't have reason to and it's not that he thinks crying makes him weak, or less of a man, or something else equally lame and toxic -

'remember mob, crying is a healthy outlet for emotion. there's nothing to be ashamed of' to which a teary-eyed 12 year old mob had asked 'why did you hide in the bathroom last week then?' which in turn led to reigen spouting nonsense about flu season and hay fever and he wasn't crying at all, mob! -

it had been his birthday. mob put two and two together the next year and had given him a look equal parts pity and worry -

reigen just - doesn't have the energy for it, he supposes. serizawa had given him a look, capitol L when he'd admitted that one but, like a lot of other things in his life, he breezes past it with a flippant hand wave and a silver tongue.

so, naturally, he thinks it's a little bit drastic that on a normal tuesday afternoon in the office, he starts tearing up watching mob, tome and teru mess around with what had been homework sheets moments before and were now skillfully folded paper swans. he sniffles, resolutely staring at his computer screen even as he sees serizawa turn a worried look his way -

the same worried look he'd given reigen in the middle of a destroyed street almost a year ago and the same worried look he'd given him last week after the hike back to the office missing a shoe and covered in mud and tired but alive somehow -

dimple settles on his head like a particularly green, lazy cat and the moment is gone. his blinks away the tears, blows air out of his nose in a sigh and tips his head forward so dimple slides off and tumbles from the desk, despite their whole - no gravity spirit thing. he supposes it was meant to distract him, as the kids start laughing at the site of a half deflated spirit face down on the ground, and reigen finds he doesn't mind.