#sorry Juzo

[citrus-sours]

Pony my best friend pony. If you don't like her get the fuck outta my house.

[vibe-stash]

Tampopo (1985) dir. Juzo Itami

[consumedshadow-mysticmc]

[worstdayofyuuchan]

[class-1b-bull]

>>Rules<<

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Do -

Headcanons (individual or group)

AUs (just be clear about which kind)

Fluff, angst (almost any genre that isnt smut)

Multi fandom (just dm me if your curious about which ones)

Dont -

request oneshots

smut/lemons/lime or whatever theyre called now.

any gross topics (r word, siblings in a non platonic way, x adult, ect)

Questions can be dm to me on tumblr or on discord (yourmom11037 #0510)

[certifiedcoffeeaddict]

look at them...

[tgirlhawkins]

a kiri dad relationship in which either the adopter or the adoptee is from kiri, and they protect each other/work to achieve a goal usually in a way that's a little bit fucked up.

these relationships are so prevalent that i couldn't even get all of them in here, ryogi is technically an adoptee in a kiri dad relationship but i don't care to find out the name of his adopter and no one would vote for him anyway because he Sucked.

anyway, vote for how much you like specifically the dad in this poll, i'll make one for the kiri kids later and ryogi can be in that one

[lonelyflowerpot]

Muss ich das jetzt ernsthaft alles abtippen weil mein AirDrop nicht funktioniert? :(

[hibiscuswolverine]

Thinking about female!Makoto being regarded as the Mother of hope….

[spectralscathath]

Hiiiiiii idk if you're still doing stuff for it, but I just discovered your Todoroki Demon Slayer AU and I'm OBSESSED. 💖💖💖

Hi!!! I am still doing stuff for it it's just the constant battle of trying to stay on track despite all the ideas I have for many many different things 💀 I do have some design ideas I plan to work on once I'm done with my college stuff, but for now:

perhaps I could interest you in a little ficlet? lil bit of setting the scene for the Todoroki family and what will go down as Demon Slayer Shouto's Worst Day Ever? Feat. narrator Natsuo, because I love him and he gets no press in this beyond being Dead (which this features so tw for death and gore implications!). Sorry buddy that's just what it means to be an origin story 🐻‍❄️☃️

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It was growing dark. Packed snow crunched under Natsuo's boots as he and Shouto headed home, the basket on his back empty and light. The air was clear, despite the late hour. It was a good thing. He didn't want to navigate a snowstorm.

“How are you doing, Sho?” He checked on his brother, Shouto’s hand was warm in his as they started up the slopes, the path up the mountain cleared of trees. “Do you need me to carry you?”

“No, I’ll be fine,” Shouto determined. “I can walk fast.” 

“Good, because I want to get home quick, I’m starving,” Natsuo grinned and patted his stomach. Shouto glanced up at him with mismatched eyes, a subtle smile the closest Natsuo would get to a laugh. He smiled back anyway. 

 It was good they’d been able to sell all the charcoal. He’d meant it when he told their mother he wanted everyone to have plenty to eat for the new year, and the trip in the town meant he could get more of Touya’s medicine. His older brother seemed to be wasting away more and more with every year, a living ghost that haunted his way around the house. Sometimes Natsuo was surprised he hadn’t passed away, but Touya was stubbornly still trying to act as the head of the household. Had been ever since-

He pushed memories away before he was mired in them, the wind gaining an edge as the shadows kept stretching across snow. The last houses on the village’s edge shed light across the path, golden and warm. People must have been settling down for the night. He really should have been more responsible and left sooner so he and Shouto could be doing the same.

He heard a quiet yawn beside him, Shouto hiding it behind his sleeve. He was starting to doubt his decision to take Shouto up the mountain path in the dark. He’d done it a few times himself, but Shouto was still young, and the trip was steep, the air thin. Should he ask for hospitality on his brother’s behalf?

He stopped at the last house before the mountain path began, raising a hand to knock carefully. He felt a tug on his hand, Shoto staring up at him. His mismatched eyes were sharp and too knowing. “What are we doing at the Honenukis?”

“I’m going to see if they’ll let you stay for the night.” Natsuo wasn’t going to lie to him. 

“But I can keep going.” Shouto’s brows furrowed, a scowl crinkling the scar tissue around his eye. Weren’t scars meant to fade as time passed? Five years on and it was still a vibrant red. “I can.”

The door slid open as Juzo Honenuki stood behind it, straw-coloured hair loose as it brushed the tops of his shoulders. There was mud dried on the hem of his pants. He always had mud on him somehow. “Can I help you? Is everything okay?”

Natsuo hesitated, glancing down at Shouto before he bowed respectfully. “Hi Juzo. Will you and your father let Shouto stay for the night? I’ll come back at first light to get him.” Mr Honenuki was a bit of a hermit, due to whatever undisclosed incident had taken both legs, but Juzo was always nice. He’d brought charcoal earlier, maybe next time Natsuo could give him some for free.

“I can make it.” Shouto pulled his hand out of Natsuo’s, scowl deepening.

“I know, Sho,” Natsuo smiled apologetically. “But you know Yumi would kill me if she knew I dragged you up the mountain after the sun went down. You stay here, I’ll be back first thing.”

Shouto stared at him before shrugging passively, unwilling to put up more of a fight. “Fine.”

Juzo looked between them, teeth prominent as he talked. “You’re still going up the mountain, Natsuo? It's getting dark.”

“I know the way,” Natsuo patted the hatchet on his hip as well. It was a bit of extra security now, instead of just a handy tool. “I need to drop off my brother’s medications. How’s your dad?”

“Doing well,” Juzo grinned toothily, a little mischievously. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay as well? My dad says that if you stay out at night the demons will get you.”

“Demons?” Shouto tilted his head slightly. 

Natsuo laughed, ruffling up Shouto’s hair, something tugging in his stomach. Where had he heard that before? “There’s no such thing, don’t worry. I’ll be back tomorrow before you know it.”

“Okay.” Shouto followed Juzo in. Natsuo watched his brother shuffle along, as apathetic as he was to most things. It had been five years since mom had- since dad left, and Shouto had been quiet ever since. Natsuo hoped he didn’t remember much of that. Who remembered what happened when they were five, anyway?

He smiled like he wasn’t thinking of their fraught family history and bowed deeper. “Thank you for this, I owe you.” Maybe he could drop by more often, bring Shouto and Fuyumi to help out a bit around the house and let Shouto and Juzo hang out. Like mom used to do, before she shut down.

“You’re welcome,” Juzo smiled again. “Besides, your charcoal’s keeping my home warm, so it’s the least we can do. My dad’s already making dinner, are you really sure you don’t want to stay for some?”

“Fuyumi’s going to have something on for me,” he waved his hands. “Seriously, I’ll be fine. I know the path.”

“Be careful.” Shouto stared at him, his eyes demanding a promise. 

“I will be.” Natsuo nodded back before he waved goodbye, just for now. “See you tomorrow, Sho.”

“See you.” Shouto waved before the door slid shut behind him. Natsuo waited for a moment, hearing the boys beginning to talk, or Juzo talking at least. He smiled to himself as he left, snow crunching under his boots as he adjusted his scarf around his neck. The pack containing medicine for Touya and all the money he’d made jangled on his hip, opposite his hatchet. His brother better be grateful, all the work Natsuo put into taking care of things on his behalf. 

The path grew steeper as he was left to his own thoughts, trying to pinpoint what was so familiar about demons before it hit him. Touya used to scare him with those stories, of monsters that were strong as a bear and fast as the wind, that cared only for eating human flesh and came out at night to feast.

He had nightmares for weeks before Fuyumi tried to cheer him up by saying dad had left to go slay the monsters. It would have been a nice lie if dad wasn’t a terrible person, from what Natsuo remembered. Still. Funny that Juzo had apparently heard the same stories. He hoped Shouto wouldn’t get nightmares either. 

He regretted not staying back the higher he went, the harsher the cold winds blew. Snowflakes nipped at his hair and face, biting and sharp. He trudged onwards, barely able to see in the dark whirling snow, relying on memory and what little visibility he had. At least Shouto had a hot meal and a good sleep. Natsuo could make it a bit further before getting the same. 

He made it up the last ridge in time to hear Fuyumi’s scream. He broke into a sprint, hand on his hatchet as he raced through the thick snow towards the outline of his home, no lanterns lit despite them knowing he was on his way- 

He reached the entrance of his house, just in time to be hit with the smell of blood, to see the monstrous hulking figure with Fuyumi’s bleeding form at its feet. A bear? No- the form was too human-

He froze at the realisation. A demon. Touya was right.

Fuyumi saw him, horrified grey eyes a mirror of his own, blood weeping from her wounds. Her leg was missing, clasped in one of the demon’s many, mighty hands. His grip shook on his hatchet as she yelled for him to run. He couldn’t move his body. The demon watched him for a moment, eyes glowing like blue suns in the shadows of its bloodied face. There was the sound of rushing wind, searing pain as teeth bit deep into his flesh, air whistling past his ears- 

His neck tore off from the whiplash, and he was gone. 

[citrus-sours]

in TUM volume 5 theres a mochi making contest where everyone is paired in duos of a class b student and a class a student and juuzo and bkg get paired up and tetsukiri are like "omg theyre at the top of their class how are they gonna do this...." and then bakugos like RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I CAN DO IT ALL MYSELF and juuzos just like. sure aight fine by me which is so funny to me

IM FUCKING. That's so him. I love him so much. He has no fucks to give. Actually scratch that, he gives a fuck but just goes with whatever is tossed his way "this guy wants to take his anger out on some gluten rice flour. Whatever, none of my business." And I feel like the ONLY reason he was chill about it is that bakugo somehow gets results, so it's not like he won't at least get a good score for not participating.

[violexides]

God. komaeda really was a great character huh. (plus, ramblings about my favorite 'character types' and queerness in DR in tags).

[vibe-stash]

Tampopo (1985)

Director: Juzo Itami Cinematography: Masaki Tamura Production Design: Takeo Kimura

[touhoupussy]

JUZO SAKAKURA HOMOPHOBIA PUNCH

[aseriesofunfortunatejan]

The hardest part of participating in a DR gift exchange is not that I'm a little hot and cold with how willing I am to talk about DR, it's that I have very specific ways of spelling the characters' names and I may have to control my urges from time to time

[hopefulhaunted]

Juzo grits his teeth and glares at the girl before him, as if he's hoping the anger he feels will somehow stop the pounding of his heart in his chest.

He knows, logically, that she's not done anything wrong yet. With everything he's learned, the existence of the brainwashing videos and Yukizome's own turn to despair - it's possible that even those kid's despair wasn't actually what it seemed. But it's too soon to declare them innocent, either.

And anyway... he doesn't think he'll ever stop hating them.

"What do you want?" he spits out the words, feeling sick with rage. Even though he knows that this might be a good chance to get some information, to do anything but let his emotions take over... he can't seem to control himself. It's always been that way with him.

"I'm a busy man. You'd better make it quick."

@hopeds ( starter for hiyoko! )