#space men appear in tokyo

[shihlun]

Koji Shima

- Warning from Space / Space Men Appear In Tokyo

1956

[mylittleredgirl]

i can't stop chewing on the MASH time loop situation. my star trek brain will not turn off. there is definitely some kind of temporal anomaly at play, but it's not really a time loop in the traditional sense.

effects carry over from loop to loop. they appear to age. the same wounded soldiers appear on the table three times, but the scars of past surgeries are still there. a character leaves or dies and is gone from the mash forever; their replacement arrives near the end of the war and is still there at the beginning. the dates overlap, yet their presence is sequential. the other characters remember all of them.

how far does this effect extend? if it's summer again at mash, is it summer in tokyo? is it summer in maine? if BJ is in korea two years before he arrived, who's in residency in california, marrying his wife, conceiving his child?

their family trees at home deform—different wives, different children, loved ones alternately dead and alive and never born. those inside are oblivious to what they've lost. hawkeye remembers trapper, but not his sister. what happens in korea persists; the world outside is a fragile suggestion. he tells a soldier that men at the front can't see the whole war, only the other guys dug in with them on their one little hill.

for a deep space nine fan this is irresistible. hawkeye says, wars end, but war is forever. kira asks, if the past has changed, why do i still remember it? sisko never left that ship. time itself is warped by trauma. it is not linear. you exist here. you choose to exist here.

[violetsaffron5]

NSFW Gojo Week (4)

Ao3 • Discord 18+ • Social Media • Series Masterlists

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

As the executive assistant, it's your job to make sure the company anniversary event goes on without a hitch. Your boss, however, has another idea for your talents.

cw: possessive gojo, power dynamic, boss x employee/ceo x assistant, edging, degradation, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, hate sex (kinda)

words: 2.2k

Masterlist • Day 3 • Day 5

Sometimes you hate your boss. You really, really do.

He loves to hear the sound of his own voice, loves to tease and poke fun at you any chance he gets. He’s also impatient, rash, has no regard for others and the authority they hold.

And sometimes he’s just plain mean.

But god, if he isn’t fucking sexy.

White hair tousled just right, crystalline eyes that shine bright with frosted lashes. When he smiles, his eyes crinkle slightly in the corner adding to his perfection. An absolute Adonis if you’ve ever seen one.

Sometimes you forget how much you hate him. Especially when he hands you his black credit card telling you to find the perfect dress for your company's upcoming fiftieth-anniversary event.

Everyone in the company attends these events and as the CEO’s personal assistant, your attendance is required. You need to radiate elegance, beauty, and grace to fit in with the elite echelon that will also be present.

It’s important that those with status and power within the company look their best. The men will be in hand-crafted, tailored suits, and the woman in luxury designer gowns.

You know when Gojo tells you to pick something out for the event that he expects you to choose something classy, yet sexy. It’ll show skin, but not too much.

He says it’s because he doesn’t appreciate the way other men leer at you. Part of you has always wondered if it’s something else.

When it comes to Satoru Gojo, there are two things you’re sure of:

First, he doesn’t have a partner. Being one of Tokyo's most eligible bachelors, a playboy like him doesn’t seem to be interested in settling down.

Second, you don’t miss the looks he gives you every day in the office.

You notice the way he watches you at your desk, just outside his office, from time to time, chewing on your pen as you listen intently to whoever is on the other line trying to schedule a meeting with him. You’ve also noticed the way he focuses on your lips as you talk, sitting across his desk squeezing your thighs together, squirming under his intense gaze. And you can feel the hole he’s burning into your ass when you walk away, hips swaying back to your own space.

On the night of the anniversary event you wear a black, floor-length dress with two slits up to your thighs, pinches at your waist perfectly, and shows off your bust. You haven’t seen Gojo yet, but you’re sure he’ll appear at any moment.

All of the board members, higher-ups, and competitors are here tonight to celebrate the company's accomplishments throughout the years. In the little circle you stand in talking with several of them, you recognize one in particular who has come to see Gojo several times over the years.

Naoya Zenin, with his bleach-blonde hair and designer tux, hands you a drink with a Cheshire grin while looking you up and down, “You know, you look great for your age. You should wear things that accentuate your womanly features more often.”

You tilt your head to the side and blink several times at his backhanded compliment before gaining your composure and accepting his drink. You would love nothing more than to give him a taste of his own medicine right now, but anything you say or do would reflect poorly on the business, and now isn’t the time for that.

Before Naoya has a chance to insult you again, a large hand snakes around your waist, pulling you into him.

“What’s going on here?” Gojo’s tone is icy, accusatory, but for what, you’re not sure.

“Oh nothing much,” Naoya says eyes flickering between the two of you, “Just chatting with your personal assistant.”

You glare at him while Gojo grabs the drink Naoya gave you from your hand, sniffing it quickly before handing it back to his competitor.

“Those of us presenting awards tonight aren’t allowed to drink until after the ceremony. There’s still plenty of work that needs to be done before we can relax.”

Gojo swiftly presses the drink back into Naoya’s hand causing it to spill all over his suit, causing the man to roll his eyes and grumble before walking away.

Turning to Gojo, you smile meekly while adjusting his tie. As expected, he looks better than ever in his fitted black suit, “Thanks for getting me out of that situation. That guy’s an asshole.”

He’s watching you with an expression you can’t read, but he does nod slowly in acknowledgment, “I need your help getting some last-minute changes organized before the announcements and awards are presented.”

Things like this aren’t uncommon, having to change the presentation or make other small things so everything runs smoothly at these events, so you studiously walk with Gojo to the elevator, making your way to his office on the top floor.

He keeps his arm locked around your waist in the elevator, and all it takes is one look. One simple look of you looking up to meet his azure gaze, eyes staring at your lips before closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours.

It doesn’t take long until you’re laying on your boss's desk, legs spread wide, cunt on full display as curls two fingers, hitting your sweet spot.

“G-Gojo, please,” You’re begging for the release he’s denied you of several times already, before feeling a hard smack to your ass, causing you to yelp and arch your back from the sting.

“I’ve already told you. When we fuck, call me Satoru.”

Tears are forming in the corner of your eyes, hips thrusting up to meet his hand, searching for anything to press against your aching clit as you whine, “Sa-Satoru, please, please!”

The top of your dress has been pulled down, breasts exposed, and bouncing with every thrust. The hem has been lifted over your hips, bunched up at your waist. But aside from his tie having been loosened and a few of the top buttons undone, he’s still totally clothed.

“Please what, baby?” He cocks his head to the side, a saccharine grin plastered on his face.

Your brain is mush at this point, but you don’t care. Rutting your hips up, he chuckles, letting his thumb slowly graze over your clit, just long enough to tease before moving it away.

“I need - fuck - I need to cum, please.”

He quirks an eyebrow before cooing, “You need to cum?”

A soft whine leaves your lips as you shake your head yes.

Satoru snickers rubbing his thumb over your neglected clit in small tight circles, “See, I don’t really think you do. You need water for hydration, air to breathe. But you don’t need to cum.”

Your legs tremble and twitch, the thread that’s formed in your belly threatening to snap at any moment. And he knows, which is why he removes his thumb from your clit at the last possible second.

Tears well in the corner of your eye as you gasp out several obscenities at the loss of stimulation, unsure of what you even said when your back arches off the desk.

“It would have been better to say you deserve to cum. But even then, that begs the question.”

You look at him with furrowed brows and decide you really do fucking hate him. You knew you did, but you’re always blinded when he’s nice and generous to you.

Even though he had the face of an angel, he’s actually the devil and you should have known as soon as he kissed you, this is how your time together was going to go.

“Do you deserve to cum?” He asks seriously, pumping his fingers in and out of your core.

“Y-yes.”

His eyes widen as he laughs - laughs - at your answer.

“Really? Do you really think so? With the way you smile at Nanami and Suguru, and laugh at their jokes in the break room? That I wouldn’t see you were giving that pathetic, fucking Zenin bastard ‘fuck me’ eyes when he handed you that cocktail?”

You huff at his words, sucking in a sharp breath between your teeth, “Is your ego really so fragile you think I’d flirt with any of them over you?”

He increases his pace at your remark, rubbing his long fingers along the spot on the inside that has you seeing stars, legs trembling once again from having been denied your release only seconds or minutes prior, you’re not sure.

“Ask nicely.”

“What?”

He glares at you, “Ask nicely and I’ll think about letting you cum.”

“Please, please, please, I’ll do anything!” You whine, so pathetic, so pretty with the thought of your release being within reach, “Please fuck me, please let me cum.”

“Fine. You’re so fuckin’ needy.” He breathes, withdrawing his hand from your core, you whimper at the loss of being filled as he works to undo his belt, the prongs clinking against the buckle as his slacks fall to the floor.

You sit up on your elbows, watching his cock spring free as soon as he releases it from the confine of his briefs. You snake your lip between your teeth at the sight, looking up to meet his cocky grin as he pumps himself a few times.

Of course, he has a dick just as pretty as his face, huge, and the tip perfectly pink.

Satoru hovers over you, the blunt tip of his cock slipping past your entrance as you inhale sharply from being stretched. He goes slower than you expect, savoring every moment of entering you for the first time. His large hands grip your waist so tight there’s sure to be bruises later, in an effort to stop himself from bottoming out immediately.

“Baby, you’re so wet,” He mutters, slowly moving his hips, letting you adjust to the feeling of being filled by him. So different from his attitude just moments before when he was hellbent on edging you within an inch of your life.

He rocks his hips, gently, shallowly a few times before sliding all the way out and slamming back in; moaning, throwing his head back as lewd squelching echoes in the room.

“Look at you,” Satoru coos, “Such a cockslut. Letting her boss fuck her brains out.” You clench around him automatically at his words, and he hisses, leaning over you. “Ha - you like that?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You moan out as he increases his pace, watching as your tits bounce in time with his thrusts.

Grabbing your legs, he throws them over his shoulder, leaning down and crashing his lips with yours, literally folding you in half. You cry out in pleasure at just how deep he’s able to go, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips.

Just like you’ve always imagined, his lips are soft and full against yours; his kisses are needy and hurried, like if he doesn’t do this now, he may never get the chance again.

“Don’t cum.” He demands as you clench around him, heat in your core building and building once again.

Your eyes widen at his request, nails digging into the nape of his neck and tugging his hair, “What? Why?”

His long arms reach across the desk, hands gripping the mahogany so hard on the other side his knuckles are white, snapping his hips into yours as he fucks you faster, harder, and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you whine and moan against him trying your hardest to hold back your impending orgasm.

Removing your legs from his shoulders, he easily lifts you from the desk, kissing feverishly as he walks you over to the full-length windows in his office.

You gasp, as your back hits the cool window, your back and ass on full display for all of Tokyo - of course, they won't be able to actually see it, considering you’re on the top floor of one of the tallest buildings in the city.

“You’re coming with me on all my business trips from now on,” He sighs as you kiss along his neck jaw, nipping at his earlobe while he pistons his hips into yours, “Been wanting to do this for so long.”

He’s fucking you within an inch of your life, and unable to hold back any further, shattering around him as your mouth falls slack, vision going white from the intensity.

“Shhh, baby,” He coos, “We gotta get back s-soon.”

His hips falter and stutter against yours, feeling just how hard you’re gripping around him, sloppily kissing into you as he lets out a low groan, finding his own release not long after you.

You’re still against the window, panting as he continues fucking you through his release, coming down from your high. Both of your fluids dripping obscenely onto the floor below.

As you work on catching your breath, Satoru helps you stand on shaky legs, lazily kissing your lips as you hold onto his arms and shoulder for support. Leaning against the window, you wipe his sweat-covered bangs off his forehead before removing the lipstick stains littering his jaw and neck with your thumb.

Just as the two of you finish adjusting your clothes, someone rasps on his office before opening it.

Satoru is quick to cage you in against the window, hiding your face from whoever just entered.

Nanami, judging by the sound of his voice, “Gojo. The awards are about to start.” “Uh, yeah. We’ll - I’ll be down in a minute.”

[brennenscolby]

The best thing cash can buy.

• Warnings + content: MINORS do NOT interact! yandere tendencies, mentions of guns, weapons, violence, fellatio (blow-jobs), dirty talk, edging, cunnilingus, breathplay, voyeurism, fingering, creampie, groping, breast play, hickies & bruises, breast fetishism, Dom! Koko, Switch Koko¡ pussydrunk! Koko, choking, overstimulation, body worship, begging, anal play, spanking, aphrodisiacs, missionary sex, backshots:*, role play, obsession, infatuation, praise, Sub! Reader

• Suggested tracks: Oui - Jeremih + Wake Up in the Sky - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars, Kodak Black + Pour It Up- Rihanna

• Summary: in which you capture the attention of certain executive treasurer….

• Pairings: Bonten! Kokonoi Hajime x Stripper! Female reader

• Genre: dub-con, CNC, sugar baby themes, BDSM, dark fic, self insert

A/n: For now, this is just a ONE SHOT. please let me know if you guys are interested in a longer series!

One -

Wc: 1.5k

The night he came around, the gentleman’s club was packed with numerous clients, of which on average consisted of grown men, years of age accelerated into your future. A handful appropriated ulterior motives such as serving infidelity to their wives and offspring, whom of which foolishly waited for them at home, while others occupied the club to fill the void in their hearts fabricated by failed relationships they could never re-establish ever again. But he wasn’t one of them. No, his youthfulness radiated a concoction of mischief and elegance at best, morphing into the epitome of immortality.

“You’re my favorite.”

The sleek skin behind your neck still prickled with elevated hairs even after the incident. It’d been days ago, when his minty breath fanned your heated ear cooly, and his honeyed voice blessed your ears with its attractive, low vibration the second your smooth knees squished into the pristine leather chair beneath his manspreaded thighs. A lap dance is what he paid for, and unlike the majority of occupants in the building, you willingly gave him a moment to commemorate with the likes of high libido at best.

A shiver clambered down your spine in the space you occupied, hands coursing with adrenaline as you gulped and blinked profusely to drown out the memory underneath the darkened spots behind your eyelids.

You shouldn’t be doing that, not right now anyway. You had plenty of time to reminisce and sulk in the bittersweet memory when you got home with sore feet and a bag full of generous tips. While this specific individual hypnotized you with the grace of his gentility, you were sure he wouldn’t be returning anytime soon. Especially not to a Gentleman’s club laced with greedy tensions in the epicenter of Tokyo’s most dangerous gang.

An inkling of terror filled a space at the back of your turbulent mind after you first obtained this information upon accepting the job with desperation in light of your debts and bills over a year ago. You turned a blind eye to the impending doom manifesting in every corner of the wretched building as it was the only location where you found serenity, certainly from the strict rules that protected strippers and additionally contributed to a large sum of income. According to the circulating rumors you couldn’t help but overhear through the passage of murmurs and giggles, the apparent owner of the club was actually a Toman member himself. However, the high-ranking member’s name was unknown, as was their appearance.

Your bottom settled on the cushioned stool, the flattened red and worn fabric weaving out a distinct matted dip, of which provided a small discomfort to the cheek of your butt. A flicker of displeasure sprouted across your face, before disappearing the second your nimble fingers snapped the pearl-shaded switch located beside the widened work surface you called a desk. Pretty bulbs of light framing your rectangular mirror illuminated your set up, encouraging you to pull out the withered little pouch you called a makeup purse.

Upon pulling out other necessities, you stilled for a second, excitement spreading across your face as you leaned into the mirror, hues of yellowed light bouncing across your cheeks and face. Brush after brush smeared across the apples of your cheeks, to the fluttery spaces below your brows, followed by your plump, crimson colored lips. Every second of the way, he ghosted your thoughts, haunting every single one from beginning to end with his endearing presence that beckoned you over with an alarming yet thrilling temptation of the unknown.

The pad of your tongue collected spit, parching your dried lips as you contemplated what to do next in order to wash away the person living in your head. Standing upright, you easily slipped into your night apparel, of which was fabricated from black lace material that operated to highlight the hidden gems and feathers appended for the aesthetic embrace of burlesque style. A relaxed sigh heaved from your lungs before you inhaled the timber-tinted scents the room concocted from years of regular wooden desk utilization.

The base of your hands bled pastel from lack of circulation as they brushed the decorated cups of your revealing bosom, adjusting them to the perfect angle for the saturating pads of your fingers to sprinkle on shimmer and bronze. As you did so, your brow twitched in anticipation, the tender blubber of your chest reminding you of the moment he fondly gazed down at your inviting and divine breasts, drool stimulating the nerves of his tongue and almost coercing him to salivate before meeting your eyes intently.

“Beautiful.”

What did you get yourself into?

You remained upright in the empty room, heat igniting your face as you fanned away the invading and persistent notions with your pigment covered appendages. It was only one night you saw him, and you couldn’t help but think, could he be here today again? Most importantly for you?

You shook your head furiously out of distaste but your heart voluntarily skipped a beat with little resistance, almost as if to say yes. With feigned denial, you focused on securing the laces of your thick heels. The rusted door handle across the room jiggled alarmingly, and you rested assured, knowing the entrance of an employee was anticipated. Your feet plowed onto the floor below, falling in sync with the announcement you consciously knew would reach your ears.

“Hey, you’re on.”

You nodded obediently at your manager, passing her with easy and additional sway in your delectable hips as you waltzed to the navy curtain framing the sizeable platform adjacent to your dressing room. You completed your final round of routine by counting your blessings as you predicted the seconds you’d be greeted with expectancy.

Music vibrated across the polished ground, smoothly sliding beneath your heeled feet and up to your chest, violently making your blood thump as the passage of your name made its way across your ear canals. Like you rehearsed numerous times before, a cute smile framed your face. The drapes rolled apart, presenting your jewel encrusted, radiant frame. You batted your thickly coated eyelashes at the audience, recognizing a few suited bodies from previous encounters.

The palms of your hands arched upwards as the lower placement of your lush body expertly rolled in a teasing manner, exhibiting the shimmering skin of your legs in addition to the miniscule fabric framing your backside. In a concealed manner your darkened eyes scanned across the exposed, neon shaded room, before drooping from the lack of a certain someone.

The tune of the song bursting with conviction enraptured your attention, and your concentration drew back to the seductive, yet elegant routine. Engrossing your sensual movements to the pounding bass echoing from overhead speakers, you smiled beautifully at every hand that threw green bills at your designated metallic pole. And even when they desperately clawed to grab any part of your essence, you smirked before playfully retreating. This was your life and you’d surely milk every second of it for success and payment.

Your hips visibly smoothed and straightened with each swivel, spawning cries of exasperation from the audience you entertained. The back of your sleek, polished thigh hooked around the crown of your silver pole, and you twirled majestically, harmonizing hues of light reflecting translucent umbrellas over your frame. The crowd flocked with applause, and whistles while most importantly, tossing coins and dollar bills onto your glowing platform, igniting the flame in your irises the further you recieved cash in abundance.

Perspiration stuck to the secluded flesh behind your legs and between your fingers, executing traces of condensation onto your luminescent pole: all resulting from your scorched and wet skin. Exhaustion tinted your optimistic thoughts as you further pressed to maintain positions of dignity and most importantly, energy. The set had been going for half an hour, and you were almost done, luckily you’d get to take a long break for the awaited finale routine of the night. Though, with all the leisure time you’d have until the final routine, you wished for another way to pass the time.

While you proved to be popular at shuffling seductively across a metallic pole, you weren’t exactly praised enough to gain the interest of clients in private room sessions. And those were the most favorable at prompting convincing stacks that served as evidence to the existence of money trees.

However, your attempts of yearning for more secluded festivities had quickly been put off after the first few purchasers you bitterly entertained. On top of filthy men watching you dance, they always violated the rules, such that required no touching. While they had their lap dances completely terminated, you’d always lose money due to their childish whines of refunds for incompletion. The contract conducted between them and your manager only made it worse as refunds were a written agreement that failed to be discussed with you prior.

And while you despairingly sulked and grabbed a saddened drink at the bar after most of your routines, one day, your dreams of longing for more finally came true. And this was made possible by a certain gentleman with pretty eyes and an intimidating presence.

You waved half-heartedly at the captivated audience as handfuls of clients began to disperse and look towards other assembled platforms across the hall, preparations intact for the presentation of additional strippers. The security guards shielding your area of performance guided remaining clients towards miniatures side shows, of which occupied locations even a few floors above your own. However, they weren’t able to lead a certain body astray.

Your knees cracked discomfortly when you kneeled with outstretched palms to scramble and scoop up the half hanging, crumpled dollar bills on your LED platform, which faced execution if they spilled on the matted ground below. You sighed deeply once a few gave into murderous temptation. Despair and anguish ate at the little determination you had in your aching bones to move, before you abruptly stood on your sore ankles to grab at whatever you could muster in the darkening space.

The intensity of your cash excursion consumed the the last few remnants of your focus and you failed to notice the approaching shadow expanding over your form. The sound of steps made your ears twitch and you curiously gazed ahead, only to find yourself approximately nose to nose with exquisite and perfectly shined shoes that donned a familiar shade of black you could only reminisce on from your prior memories.

“Don’t pick that up.” Your brain could barely register what was said the second you felt the cash being snatched from your greedy palms, and thrown into the rusted, blue bucket you called your ‘happy holder’. Your look of shock intensified the longer you glared at the newly arrived guards in front of you, but it was quickly altered the second you realized who echoed the command with a demanding snap. The back of your spine felt rigid and adhered right down to the rugged ground your knees pressed tightly against.

Before even accepting the pleasant chance to gaze upon his attractive face, you picked your wobbling legs up, and fixed your posture to look even the slightest bit presentable. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of your shimmering, flushed cheek, marking its territory on a hollow dip between your shoulder and collarbone. You blinked once, or twice or even three times before conjuring up what to say whilst avoiding his enchanting gaze. “Y-you came.” You announced, the pounding of your heartbeat presenting minuscule tremors down your arms with tingly sensations grazing your legs.

He stood in all his glory, the plush of his lips still holding that charming, dark smile he cockily wielded in your presence. A familiar streak of eyeliner in the shade of vermillion framed the feline shape of his narrowed eyes, enchanting them to appear striking and menacing, yet alluring to your gaze. The second his dark eyes met yours, he chuckled in amusement, making your heart skip a beat.

“Ain’t it obvious? Of course I did. Couldn’t forget about my favorite girl.”

A mischievous glint dusted over the twinkle in his dark eyes. His pink, wet muscle of a tongue skippered out of his mouth, and only added to the chaos it would ensue.

[respectthepetty]

Hii. Just started watching tokyo in april is, just watched the third episode and all i thought was: i need to know your thoughts and analysis on the colors of the characters, the clear barrier dividing them and at least some glimmer of hope for the analysis that this will not end tragically

Anon, first let me thank you for this ask because while I was collecting the images for this it, I remembered that Tokyo in April is . . . referenced What Did You Eat Yesterday?, and I needed to figure out how to watch the movie, so I can finish writing about the colors in the series.

But to your ask - I watch Japanese BLs quietly most of the time (except Our Dining Table which I LOVED!) because they scare me. They always have a vibe that someone is about to die, so I anxiously watch them waiting for despair, but let me assure you (and myself) that will not be the case in this show.

Because color-coded boys in love get happy endings!

Especially when those color-coded boys grow up to be color-coded men.

Ren tends to be darker (a Black Brooder), while Kazuma is lighter (a Happy Human).

However, they provide balance to each other.

And always have.

So when they first met after years of not seeing each other, they struggled with small barriers and color imbalance, yet easily slipped into their own little world between barriers.

But Kazuma was quick to cross the line dividing them.

Which caused Ren to briefly drop his defenses.

But even though their colors started to balance out, Ren put the barriers back in place.

Yet no matter the size of the barrier

Kazuma will always reach out to Ren.

Just like he did when they were kids.

Since Kazuma doesn't like to be boxed in without Ren.

Because even the lines that separate them aren't as big as the line that connects their hearts.

And it started appearing in the background when they were young.

This connection will help Kazuma bring light back to Ren's dark world, and help him cope with the reason Ren wears the black bracelet.

Because Kazuma always brings light to Ren's dark world.

So they will find a middle ground between the dark and the light. (What Did You Eat Yesterday? reference #2!)

And they will continue to move closer to each other in space and color.

Because color-coded boys in love get happy endings! (Thanks @blmpff!)

They just do!

[tala-bez-i]

At first sight Chapter Forty-Three

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

Words: 4411

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You drove through the streets of Toshima and wondered how on earth you hadn't thought that your brother could be hiding in such an ordinary place. Provided, of course, that the man accompanying Mina was actually your older stepbrother. 

Two days ago, at a meeting in the Bonten hideout, the decision was made that you would go to Toshima with a few minor thugs from the gang and track down the woman who had convinced several restaurant and nightclub owners who cooperated with the syndicate not to pay the required fees. 

Your men scattered around the area, asking most discreetly about Minako Hakugawa, and after almost three hours you found out where her restaurant was. 

You rested your hand on the armrest dividing the back seat of the car and pursed your lips. For some reason, many present at the meeting thought that the woman must be running some larger restaurant, maybe even one with some luxury, but from what your people had reported, Mina was the owner of a medium-sized restaurant serving mainly ramen, sushi, and good sake. 

On the one hand, you felt disappointed, but on the other, why should it be any different? A small restaurant that mainly attracted ordinary people and was inconspicuous. But how could she have enough money to try to bribe others... You can’t see the wood for the trees. Maybe food wasn’t the only thing that could be bought at her restaurant. There could always be the so-called under-the-counter goods. 

Your task wasn’t to kidnap the woman, which you regretted a bit, but only and exclusively to gather as much information as possible and maybe, with a bit of luck, find out the identity of her companion. 

A car driven by one of the thugs pulled into a free parking space, far enough from your destination that it shouldn't raise suspicions. The front of the building was decorated with slabs imitating brown and gray marble, and above the double entrance doors hung a sign that - you had to admit - even tempted you to go inside and eat a warm meal. 

Seeing as the other man who accompanied you and the driver pulled out his camera to start taking photos, you took out your phone and dialed Sanzu's number. 

“Yes? What's up?” The man answered the call on the second ring. 

“We're here. Her restaurant looks ordinary but well-kept.” 

“Send someone in, maybe even have them order something. They'll get more information that way.” 

“Okay. When Mina shows up, should we follow her?” 

“No. Our guys will take care of that. It's your job to confirm the identity of the guy who's hanging around with her." 

“This could take a while.” 

“Never mind. If you had a picture of Yuu, you wouldn’t even have to go there.” Sanzu reminded you for the umpteenth time since the meeting at the hideout had ended. 

“I know, I know. I would have gotten it, but I didn’t want my father to start asking questions. It’s enough for him to know that the police are after his firstborn.” 

“Get out of there as soon as you find out who that bitch is with. Don’t do anything stupid.” 

“I understand. See you later.” You ended the call and leaned forward, addressing the driver. “Send two men inside. Let them take a look at everything. They’re to sit there until they’re done eating. Let them act like regular customers, got it?” 

“Yes, boss.” The man took out his phone and after a moment spoke to one of the men who were probably wandering around somewhere. “It's done, boss. Goro and Juro will take care of it.” 

You mumbled under your breath, satisfied with the choice of people. They looked the least suspicious and definitely knew how to behave, not letting themselves be easily provoked by any provocations. You knew that you could count on these two men and the whole plan could succeed. 

You watched calmly as people of different ages, from students to people in suits, entered the restaurant alone or with companions and you came to the conclusion that the food there must be quite good and the prices not too high and you were reminded of your teenage years, when you visited such places with your friends. 

You loved listening to the Kawata brothers' stories about their plans to open just such a restaurant, which would serve the best ramen in all of Japan. They were interesting people and you liked spending time with them from time to time, although you definitely preferred the calmer Souya over his older brother. 

Maybe it was because he didn't try to dominate you at every opportunity. Nahoya was quicker to provoke, and when you were in a bad mood... You tried with all your might not to forget that the ever-smiling boy was both the captain of one of the Toman divisions and a friend of your captain, Mucho. Besides... You never thought you would have any chance against him in a fight, and you preferred not to make enemies of both brothers. It was enough for you that your relations had cooled down a bit after you moved to Tenjiku, which you eventually regretted. You liked their ramen, especially the younger Kawata's, as if he put more heart into cooking. 

“Boss…” The driver spoke, looking over his shoulder at you. 

“Yes?” 

“Goro is reporting increased activity from the restaurant staff. He mentions rushed cleaning, as if they were expecting someone.” 

“Hmm… Maybe the owner is on her way.” You said, focusing your gaze back on the street. You didn’t knew from which direction she could have come… 

Another 30 minutes passed when a dark Honda Stream appeared from around the bend down the street and stopped in front of the entrance to the restaurant you were watching. You were both interested and surprised. The car was bigger than you would expect from the owners of such a restaurant, but it didn't indicate any great wealth. 

The woman who had been sitting behind the wheel got out of the car and you were sure she hadn't paid any attention to the vehicle you and the two people from Bonten were sitting in. She was attractive, and her knee-length skirt showed very shapely calves. When you saw how high the heels she wore while driving, you raised an eyebrow in admiration. 

Her blond hair was tied in a loose bun that rested on the back of her neck. She stopped on the sidewalk, just in front of the passenger door, and leaned forward slightly, as if she was talking to someone through the rolled-down window. 

You saw her nod and after a moment she straightened up with a smile on her face, which you could finally see in its entirety. Then another déjà vu hit you. Minako Mina Hakugawa, you had no doubts about it, because you had already dealt with her personally. Only when and where?... 

She moved slightly away from the car and then you could see a tall man with dark hair in a fashionable, elegant hairstyle get out of it. He was dressed in a neat, good quality suit, which also somehow did not indicate wealth, at most a higher than average salary. 

“Turn around.” You said quietly, feeling growing impatience. “Turn around, for fuck's sake.” 

“Boss?” Your driver asked just as quietly, worried by your tone. 

“Take pictures.” You said to the other man who was in the car with you and he immediately got to work. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled embarrassedly. “I was surprised by her beauty.” 

“Fuck, it's just a woman...” The driver commented. 

“Why doesn't he turn around?” You threw the question at no one in particular and that's when the man who came with Mina turned around slightly, showing his profile, but that was enough for you. 

That nose, just like your father's, the chin... The man turned his head slightly to the side and looked up, somewhere at a higher point of the building under which your car was parked, and your belief in the identity of the restaurant owner's companion became stronger. It was Yuji L/n, your half-brother. 

“Gotcha.” You clenched your fist on your knee, feeling your heart start to beat faster and faster. “It's him, take photos. Keep doing them until they go in.” 

"Yes, sir." 

Finally, after so many weeks of hunting for the man who disrupted the brothels and other places belonging to Bonten, you managed to see him in person. You knew that something connected him to Mina and where to strike to hurt her even a little. Her restaurant was no longer a safe place from today. It was only a matter of hours before the order to attack the place would be given. 

Personally, you'd prefer things to seem like simple taunts at first, or at least until the Bonten boys manage to find out where the woman and Yuu live. You hoped that your brother had a more permanent bond with her than with the other women. Of course, none of them could replace Mai, but... 

The man and the woman looked at each other for a moment, still talking about something, and headed to the entrance of the restaurant. 

You pulled out your phone and dialed Sanzu's number, who answered after the first ring. 

"Yes? Y/n?" 

"It's him." You said shortly and there was silence on the other end of the line. "It's him, Sanzu. Yuji." 

"Fuck." Your interlocutor cursed quietly, and you heard him inhale something, and after a while he slowly exhaled and laughed, almost giggling. "Good job, Y/n. Send people to follow them and get out of there." 

"Goro and Juro are at the restaurant that Mina owns." 

"Will they be, okay?" You heard the man exhale slowly again, clearly smoking something. 

“Hey, Kai.” You turned to the driver, who looked at you over his shoulder. 

“Yes, boss?” 

“Goro and Juro would be able to follow our couple?” 

The man thought for a moment and nodded, although he was a little unsure. 

“Sure, but we’ll have to send them the Bastard.” 

“The Bastard? Why?” Sanzu asked, clearly having heard your exchange perfectly. 

“Why?” You repeated your question to the driver. 

“He knows Toshima, his chick lived in the area, and he used to be a kidnapping guy. He knows how to track his victims without them noticing they’re being followed.” 

“Did you hear that, Sanzu?” 

“Yeah. Goro, Juro and the Bastard are supposed to track Yuu and his whore.” Your boss made the decision. “Let him know to drive to your place and wait for them to leave the restaurant. They’re not supposed to get caught or noticed. Otherwise, either they’re going to kill them or we’re going to do that. We’ve waited too long for this moment to just screw it up. Let them take pictures, notes, whatever… Just don’t let them get caught in a trap.” Sanzu said goodbye to you and hung up, probably intending to inform Mikey of the identity of the mysterious man. 

“You can make a call. Let him drive over here, we’ll make room for him.” The driver nodded and dialed his subordinate's phone number, and in the meantime, you told him the plan Haruchiyo had given you. "We're going back to the base." 

"Yes, boss." 

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Thanks to Kai's knowledge of what seemed like all sorts of shortcuts, the journey to Bonten's hideout took surprisingly little time. You tried to memorize all the chosen turns and streets, but you couldn't match the memory of someone who had once worked as a taxi driver. 

As you walked towards the entertainment room, where you hoped to meet Haruchiyo, you wondered what kind of opponent your brother might turn out to be. 

You knew how to fight and were a bit more powerful than Sanzu, but you definitely preferred to avoid bare-knuckle fighting. You changed beyond recognition when you got your hands on any weapon. There was no mercy then. 

You were curious if it was the same with Yuji, although you had fragments of memories from his training sessions and you were sure that if the man was still in practice, he could handle a fight between you much better than you, if it actually happened. 

The closer you got to the entrance to the room, the better you could hear the quiet conversation between the man and the woman. It sounded calm, like a normal conversation between people who knew each other well, and as soon as you crossed the threshold, you saw Sanzu sitting behind the bar and a young woman with long, shiny dark hair leaning against him, her well-groomed hand running over the man's back. 

Her lips were very close to Sanzu's ear, almost whispering something, and you saw your friend, your lover, laughing quietly, pleased with the attention he was getting. 

You smiled at the sight and as if sensing your presence, they both turned towards the door, their gazes settling on you. You nodded and calmly walked closer. 

The woman didn't stop touching the gangster, and he didn't look like it bothered him, and since that was the case... You didn't mind either, or at least for now you weren't going to show anything against it, because in reality, anger was starting to build up inside you. 

"Y/n, you're faster than I expected." Sanzu said and the woman gently rested her head on his shoulder, not paying much attention to you. 

"We have Kai to thank for that." You replied, placing your hand on the bar counter. "Are you going home?" 

“No. Not today.” The man replied, raising a glass of stronger alcohol to his lips. “I'll stay with Mikey.” 

“Oh... Well, okay.” You weren't happy with such an answer. You had originally agreed that you would drive him to the apartment building where he lived. “Do you need anything from me?” 

“Not really. Go back to your place and get ready for tomorrow's party.” He gave you an order, focusing once again on the woman with him. 

For a moment, you wanted to say something else, but Sanzu waved you off, making you feel slightly offended. You obeyed the order and headed towards the exit, and before you crossed the threshold, you heard Haruchiyo address you again. 

“Hey, Y/n.” You turned around and your eyes landed for a split second on the prostitute's hand stroking the man's cheek. “Come pick me up tomorrow, right after the party's over. Be good and don't get into any trouble while I'm not around...” He slapped the woman's ass, making her jump in surprise and smiled widely at you. There was a glint in his eyes that you loved and the corners of your lips twitched. “And I'll share this little lady with you.” 

“He's not my type...” The woman got offended and Sanzu snorted contemptuously, turning his gaze to her. 

“You're not here on vacation, princess.” Seeing the uncertainty on the woman's face, you laughed heartily and shook your head. 

“I’ll hold you to your word, boss.” You said, feeling your anger subside, and you headed back to the garage where your car was parked. 

Despite the fact that it wasn’t really in your way, you were going to stop by your coffee shop and pick up a present for your niece, and at a nearby flower shop, buy your father some white orchids, which he liked, if not adored. They used to be one of your mother’s favorite flowers, and you remembered that she had several varieties, but she never had enough of the white ones. 

You parked your car in the parking lot right next to your coffee shop and entered through the back entrance, not wanting to cause any unnecessary commotion among the customers. After all, it was the perfect hour for socializing and early dates, and you didn’t want to bother anyone by pushing your large gift between the busy tables. 

You were extremely pleased with how your workers packed up the dollhouse, completely keeping secret what might be inside. You knew they had certainly thrown in some treats or other small gifts that the girl would enjoy. 

With a little help from Asahi-chan, you managed to load the present into the backseat of your car and now stood there calmly smoking a cigarette, your thoughts once again returning to Sanzu and his new toy. You didn't necessarily remember if you had seen this woman at the Bonten hideout or at any of the nightclubs you had gone to with the pink-haired man, and you were curious if she knew him before or if they had just met today. 

You took a deep drag on your cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke. You looked towards one of the streets that led out to a small square and for a moment it seemed to you that you caught a glimpse of a familiar figure of a certain black-haired man. 

You frowned watching the guy and with a cigarette in your mouth you followed him, as if something was pulling you in his direction. 

The closer you got, the better you could see the man dressed in a regular t-shirt, and your heart started beating faster. With each step you got closer to him and you were more and more certain of his identity. 

“Excuse me...” You spoke in a gentle tone, immediately drawing his attention and as soon as you looked into his big blue eyes, you took the cigarette out of your mouth and smiled slightly. “Takemichi Hanagaki?” 

The man widened his eyes in almost shock, making him look comical and you smiled more friendly. You extended your hand towards him, which he looked at uncertainly, then his gaze returned to your face. 

“Y/n L/n, it's been a while.” You said and the man visibly relaxed, he shook your hand, a shy smile appearing on his lips. 

“Indeed... I see you're doing well...” He said with a hint of jealousy in his voice and you pulled him closer, wrapping your arm around his back. 

“I have a coffee shop, nothing big. How are you?” You asked, leading him in the direction you came from. “So much has changed since...” 

“You went to Tenjiku...” He said and you squeezed his arm gently. He didn’t try to pull away, but you could feel his body shuddering every now and then under your fingers. 

“Yes, but not of my own free will.” You winced slightly and the man nodded. 

“Oh, yes... Mucho. He was your captain...” 

“Yes, but that’s the past. I haven’t had any contact with him for years.” In fact, it was true. And what a truth it was... 

“And Sanzu?” He asked uncertainly and you pursed your lips slightly. Takiemichi’s steps slowed down so you squeezed his arm again. 

“He visits me sometimes, but mostly when he needs something. Like now.” 

“L-like now?” He asked and you looked at him. 

“Let’s talk here, okay? I promise nothing will happen to you.” 

“Nothing will happen to me…” His blue eyes widened again but he couldn’t protest so you pointed him to the alley near your cafe. He entered it with you without a word and you lightly pushed him against the wall of the building. 

“Listen... You know what Bonten is like, right?” You began after subtly blocking his escape route, which you knew would scare the man. 

“Yeah... Mikey...” 

You raised a hand to silence him and took a deep breath. “Bonten’s been struggling with a problem lately that I can solve.” 

“Huh?” 

“Have you heard about the prostitute murders?” 

“Umm... Uh-huh... Mikey’s behind this, right?” 

“Well... No.” You looked at him carefully and smiled slightly seeing the incomprehension on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed and you could almost hear the gears turning in his head. “There's someone else behind all this and believe it or not, it's not about Manjiro Sano.” 

“Huh?” 

You looked at your old gang mate and had to admit that he hadn't changed much. He still looked young and like a complete loser, but you knew that when he set his mind to something, he could surprise you, and in a positive way. All it needed was the right stimulus. 

“You would do anything to save him, wouldn't you?” You asked quietly and his eyes landed on yours. “You always tried to protect him from harm. What changed?” 

“I…” He swallowed. “What do you mean?” 

“Why did you leave?” 

He looked down and you saw his hands clench into fists. “You act like you don’t know that you leaving could push him to do this kind of thing. Takemichi… I always thought you were acting weird, you know?” 

“Weird? What do you mean?” He smiled crookedly, a bead of sweat appearing on his temple. 

“Like you’re hiding something. I never thought of you as an enemy and I hope you thought the same about me… At least a little bit.” You laughed shortly and leaned slightly towards the black-haired man. “What are you hiding?” 

Hanagaki looked like he was fighting an internal battle with himself and after a while he smiled uncertainly, shrugging his shoulders. 

“I'm not hiding anything...” 

“Don't lie.” You put on a serious face and shook your head. “Tell me, please. Even if it's the most fucked up thing in the world...” 

“Something's bothering you.” He noticed after a moment and this time it was you who looked away for a moment. 

“Yes. My memory plays tricks on me.” 

“Huh?...” 

“Let's just say that sometimes... Less and less often, as if my memories were being replaced by others...” You shrugged. “Sometimes I feel like what's happening now... My memories shouldn't be the way they are. They're different and I shouldn't have them.” 

You looked back at the man standing in front of you and blinked. He was looking at you in disbelief, but there was a glint of understanding in his eyes. An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine, which in a split second turned into something exciting. It's as if deep in your heart you predicted something... 

“You probably think I'm crazy... I messed up a bit...” 

“No, not at all...” Takemichi shook his head violently. “But it shouldn't be like that.” 

“What do you mean? Do you know what's going on?” You asked with faint hope and to your surprise, the man nodded slowly. 

“Maybe so...” He cleared his throat and pursed his lips. “Do you believe in time travel?” 

“Time travel?” You repeated in a strangely dispassionate tone. 

“Yes. Time travel. Specifically going back in time and fixing mistakes...” 

“Takemichi...” You raised one hand to silence your companion. 

“Yes, Y/n?” 

“Have you taken any drugs?” 

“Huh? No! No, no, no!” He started to wave his hands and his eyes widened once again. “Nothing like that...” He turned serious and you leaned back slightly seeing the seriousness on his face. He wasn't joking. “It's possible.” 

“You mean you can go back in time?” You asked after a few seconds and the man nodded. “Fuck...” 

“I know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth... I didn't sign up for this, but I promised to save Mikey...” 

“Okay, that's enough for me... Your obsession with him is enough for me to believe what you're saying.” You sighed, rubbing your temple. 

“I'm not obsessed...” He thought for a moment. 

“Okay... How far back in time can you go?” 

“Twelve years.” He replied, and you froze. 

Too short. Too short to... 

“Y-you think what's happening to you is my fault?” He asked uncertainly and you looked at him carefully. 

“It crossed my mind, but no. Could there be more of you?” 

“Huh?” 

“You see... I think what was probably changed happened a bit earlier.” You explained, ignoring the little voice in your head. Don't interfere... Let it go. 

“Possibly...” 

“Time travel and changing the future by fixing the past...” You mumbled under your breath. 

“What?” The surprised black-haired man asked. “Y/n?” 

“What should I be looking for?” 

“L-looking for? I don’t know…” 

“Someone who acted like you? You’re still acting weird, if not weirder…” 

“Maybe…” He said uncertainly. 

You thought for a moment. “You’re not fooling me, are you? Hanagaki?” 

“You said you believed me…” 

“My family…” 

“It’s dead, I remember.” He said and you turned your head towards him, causing the man to flinch and try to pull away from you. “I’m sorry! I know they were important to you.” 

“So... I had a good feeling...” You clenched one hand into a fist and laughed quietly. “Takemichi, they’re alive... Except for my mother, of course.” 

“What? But how?!” His eyes roamed your face for a moment, as if searching for signs that you were lying, then he looked ahead, as if he was going to find the answer in the distance. “Time-leaper... There’s another one...” 

“There's another one.” You repeated his words. “What was changed in my past, I suspect happened 16 years ago. So you have nothing to do with it.” 

You took a good two steps away from him, giving Hanagaki more space and you felt his watchful gaze on you. 

“Y/n? Who's responsible for these murders? If it's not Mikey, and you can stop it...” 

“You don't need this knowledge.” 

“If I can help...” 

“You already helped.” You smiled at him gently. “You confirmed that I wasn’t going crazy.” 

“We could both be crazy.” He laughed nervously, but you shook your head. 

“No, that’s not it.” You sighed and extended your hand to him, which he shook almost immediately. “I’m glad you agreed to talk to me…” 

“I guess I had no choice…” He mumbled, but you ignored his comment and let go of his hand. 

“I wish you the best of luck in life.” Your smile narrowed slightly. “Now get out of here and don’t try to contact me. I’ll be avoiding you too.” 

“Huh? Why?” 

“You wouldn’t want Sanzu to know we talked.” 

“S-Sanzu?...” 

You looked at him pointedly and seeing his face pale, you knew he understood. 

“You’re in Bonten.” He almost whispered in horror. 

“Let’s just assume this conversation never happened, right? We’ve never met, do you understand?” 

Hanagaki nodded and took a hesitant step to the side, and you nodded to him, signaling that he could go. 

You watched as the man ran forward, as if afraid that you would change your mind and lead him to the pink-haired gangster to talk. 

“Save Manjiro. He's drowning, Takemichi.” 

<PREVIOUS/NEXT>

[aloeverawrites]

A transphobic talking point is that allowing trans women into women's spaces will make women unsafe.

Science shows that this isn't true, and common sense shows that putting trans women in men's rooms and trans men in women's rooms makes no sense if you don't want men in the women's bathrooms.

We need to follow the science to see what actually makes women safer in public. The short answer? More female arcitects.

"

So what needs to happen? Yes, streets need better lighting, but not just on main routes: veer off onto a side road and they’re usually dimly lit. That means women avoid them, which in turn leads to those streets appearing even more inhospitable and more people avoiding them.

Claustrophobic, enclosed designs need to be eradicated: bus stops should be clear glass with two entrances and lifts, where possible, should be on the external façade of buildings, and also be transparent. Where stairwells are required, they need to be wide, as do pavements, thereby creating a greater sense of space.

Unwelcoming underpasses need to be revitalised: in Tokyo’s Ikebukuro district, an area infamous for sexual harassment, a subway near the train station nicknamed the ‘pee tunnel’ was transformed into an urban art gallery so footfall increased.

Measures to increase people numbers such as these would contribute to boosting ‘natural surveillance’ or ‘eyes on the street’, as the renowned US urban activist Jane Jacobs has pointed out, where people are safer because their visibility to other members of the public is increased. As Jacobs wrote back in 1961: ‘The first thing to understand is that the public peace of cities is not kept primarily by the police, as necessary as police are.  Horrifying public crimes can, and do, occur in well-lighted subway stations when no effective eyes are present. They virtually never occur in darkened theaters where many people and eyes are present.’

A busy street – or ‘active sidewalk ballet’ as Jacobs puts it – is the best form of security.

[darlingpoppet]

hi thanks for the liminal spaces update! i was wondering what sort of styles the characters are wearing?

Hey anon thanks so much for reading and thank you for your ask!!

I seriously plundered the tumblr hipster blogs circa 2013 for this story, lads, let me tell you!! I’m not sure I described very well the fashions everyone in this story is wearing lest I fall into Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way territory but these are the sorts of images I had in mind for each of the characters who have made an appearance so far (sorry in advance for the potato quality of some of these images… also just in case it needs to be said, the hair & skin colors of these clothing/hairstyle models may not necessarily reflect those of the Hadesgame versions of these characters, which are the versions I’m working with in this story):

ZAGREUS

Recently Super Groupies came out with this literal Zagreus inspired zipper jacket… it only came out this year but I can still see someone in the 2010s wearing something like it so I just described him as having this exact jacket LOL. I imagined him arranging it a bit differently than the model however, instead he wears it with black skinny jeans and colorful high top converse shoes.

It’s actually really easy to imagine Zagreus as your typical millennial/gen Z college kid without too many alterations…

just look at these boys with their extremely Zagreus-looking hairstyles haha! The boy wearing blue in particular was the inspiration for Zag having those chunky square-cut diamond earrings… it’s cute to imagine them poking out from under one of those knitted caps!

ACHILLES

I like to imagine that the Achilles of this story has a bit of a gender-fluid/genderless approach to fashion, so I picture him wearing a lot of the things that were popular with hipsters of all genders, such as flannel, low-cut t-shirts & tank tops, long necklaces, chunky/slouchy cardigan sweaters, skinny jeans, and wide-brimmed hats. He wears his hair long or ties it up into a messy bun.

At home both he & Patroclus do a bit of the athleisure thing, so especially pretty soon he’s gonna be in crop/tank tops and sweatpants a lot (or in nothing at all haha!!!)

PATROCLUS

Idk I think I just see Pat as that sort of natural class-act who can wear a plain t-shirt or a band collar shirt with a nice pair of slacks and dressy shoes and look ultra sophisticated without even trying. Maybe he does that 2010s thing of wearing an unbuttoned vest over the shirt or he’ll borrow a pair of suspenders from the “2010s Recession Hipster Dude Starter Pack” every once in a while, but overall he doesn’t need much (but also imagine he’s holding a book wherever he is lol.)

Also of course, that full beard and man-bun look of the era is so quintessential and fits him perfectly!

THANATOS

I actually lived in Japan for all of the 2010s haha so I pictured Than more like the sort of young men I would sometimes see around Tokyo with multiple layers of long, knee/ankle-length cardigan robes/jackets, and those wide, billowing pants in perhaps a parachute or bontan style.

As for the gorget necklace… you know how sometimes you find a cool accessory in a vintage shop or whatever and you’re like “I am going to make this thing my entire personality for the next year”? hahaha yeah that’s Than here. Something gold or brass like the top picture that he wears under his black collared shirts, like the bottom picture.

I might come back to this once Meg makes an appearance, but for now that’s all I’ve got! Thanks for asking, this was fun <3

[hinatastinygiant]

39 | Liveable

Pairing: Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader

Wasteland Masterlist

When you and Chifuyu walk out of the office, you reconvene with Mitsuya and Atsushi.

“Where the hell have you been? I thought you four went missing, too!” Naoto pipes up appearing from nowhere.

“Too?” you hum. “What do you mean?”

“Hina and Takemichi went out hunting this afternoon just a little while after you left. They still haven’t returned,” he explains.

“Well, what should we do? We can go out and look for them,” you suggest.

“Hey! Naoto! Y/N! Help!” Hinata’s voice suddenly interrupts. Your head whips over toward the airport entrance so fast your neck cracks. And when you see her, you notice Takemichi with blood pouring out of his side.

“Shit!” Naoto gasps as he rushes to their side. “Clear some space. Atsushi, find Takuya and grab my First Aid kit. Quick!”

“On it,” he nods before racing off.

Once the two of them return, Naoto is able to bandage Takemichi up. However, not before Takemichi falls unconscious.

“None of us are doctors,” Takuya shrugs. “I don’t know what else we can do.”

“Jesus, are there even any doctors anymore?” Chifuyu scoffs.

You and Hinata look at each other, both having the same idea.

“No,” you shake your head in her direction. “That’s not a good idea.”

“Y/N, he’s our only chance to help Takemichi. Please go with me.”

“Hina…”

“You promised Draken and Baji that you’d go back!” she continues to press.

“Who’re you talking about?” Chifuyu asks.

“Y/N and I know a nurse. He helped me once. He can definitely help Takemichi,” she blabs to the group.

“Goddammit,” you grumble to yourself. Now nobody’s going to take your side.

“I’ve got a car,” Mitsuya pipes up. “We can load him up and drive him over if you show me the way.”

“Woah, why the hell would we want you to go with us?! You just fucking kidnapped me!”

“It’s dark outside, almost midnight. You really think you’re going to find someone else out there willing to help you?” he rolls his eyes.

“I’ve got a car, too,” Akkun adds. “We can split up and all take a ride over. It might be smart to stick together since Y/N seems so apprehensive about the whole thing.”

“Are they hostile?” Naoto asks you. “Should we bring all our amm-“

“No,” you interrupt quickly. “No, you don’t have to hurt or threaten them. I’ll show you the way if that’s what Hina wants so badly. Just remember he’s a nurse, not a miracle worker.”

“Deal,” Hinata nods.

“And since we’re taking two cars we should probably set a ground rule,” Akkun interrupts.

“Like what?” Hinata shrugs.

“Like if something happens in one of the cars, the other group keeps going,” Akkun continues.

“Agreed,” you nod. “No sense in all of us dying.”

“But couldn’t we-“ Chifuyu starts.

“I’m in, too,” Hinata nods.

“Chifuyu, you’re in charge of the people you’re in the same car with. Not everyone, okay?” you then whisper to him.

“Yeah, got it,” he sighs.

About fifteen minutes later you, Mitsuya, Naoto, Chifuyu, and Peke J pile into Mitsuya’s car. Despite not wanting to be near Mitsuya, that’s exactly why you decided to stay close to him. Keep your enemies close, right?

Once you drive off, your car leaves the area first. Mitsuya starts to drive, following your direction, until he hears the sound of a car speeding up behind you. He checks the rearview mirror and sees a foreign car approaching.

“Get down!” he shouts just before gunshots ring out in the air. Mitsuya drives off as quickly as he can, but one of his tires pops.

Mitsuya starts swerving, unable to get out of range from those guns, until the car finally comes to a halt.

The other car stops, too, and two men step out. At about the same time, you notice Atsushi’s car race by. At least he’s staying true to the plan. What’s important is getting Takemichi to Mikey.

When you’re brought back to reality you hear the sounds of guns aiming for the front of the car- the engine.

“Out! Everybody out! Get as far away as you can!” Mitsuya shouts as he grabs onto you and yanks you out of the car. You end up cutting yourself on the door as he pulls you out, but that’s the least of your worries as you scramble to get away from the car.

You’re not sure when it happened, but Mitsuya had let go of you at some point. You end up running into a building, out the back, and down a side street with Peke J following closely behind. But just as you think you’re in the clear, you bump into someone. Immediately, you pick up your gun and aim it straight ahead, but your whole body relaxes when you see it’s just Naoto.

“Woah, woah, it’s just me. Calm down. Are you okay?” he asks.

“No,” you scoff as you bend your knees and take a moment to catch your breath. “We’re fucked, Naoto.”

“Akkun’s still here,” he then tells you. “I saw him pick up Chifuyu and Mitsuya.”

“What?! They were supposed to keep going!” you gasp.

“I know,” he nods. “They’re going to drop Takemichi off now and then come back for us so we need to hold out until then.”

“Where? Where are they going to pick us up?” you ask him.

“Outside the subway station,” he nods. “Think you can keep going?”

“Beats sittin’ around here,” you nod. “Let’s go.”

You then start to run, heading where Naoto told you Akkun would pick you up. However, when you arrive at the station and stop running, Naoto isn’t behind you. Yet as you look down, Chifuyu’s cat is still with you.

A moment later, you see two figures walking straight toward you down the street- two men you don’t recognize with machine guns in their hands.

“Shit,” you gasp as you look at your surroundings. The closest place to go is into the subway, so that’s where you run. Picking up Peke J, you bolt down the stairs as quickly as you can.

In the station, much to your luck, there is a broken-down train with one of the doors still open. You quickly squeeze through and enter one of the cars.

In the corner of the car is an old homeless man who looks at you with bright white eyes that scares the shit out of you. And suddenly, the doors close. The train starts to move and Peke J falls out of your hands.

The old man stands up with the help of the seating nearby. He almost looks like he’s never walked before. Like that scene in Bambi when he stands up for the first time.

The old man wobbles his way toward you, getting too close for comfort. And all you can do is stare back at him, stunned by his glowing white eyes.

However, just as he’s about to reach out to you, Peke J bites him hard in the leg. The train then stops short and you fall and hit your head.

When you come back to consciousness, two men- two similar-looking men- are hovering over you. You must’ve hallucinated the whole thing. Hit your head, got a concussion, and now you’re laying on the ground with your shotgun nowhere in sight. Just Peke J who sits on your stomach and hisses at the two men.

Wasteland Masterlist

Taglist: @pikagirl2001330

[avictimofthejazz]

🌀 face or ba?

Send “🌀” to find my muse, injured and alone after being beaten up

The warehouse was eerily silent, something Face tried desperately not to think about. BA was not a quiet man either by nature or inclination, so Face had expected to just follow all the noises his friend made, using them as a guide for his search. But he had been wandering around this cavernous space for almost an hour now, and the only sounds he could hear were the waves sloshing against the docks outside, the rare nocturnally active seagull, and the hum of fluorescent lights. Cautiously turning a corner around a pile of crates, Face’s eyes shot upward for any sign of a trap or ambush. He never saw the obstruction in his path until he tripped, tumbling onto his knees despite a desperate struggle to right himself against the boxes. The sounds of his bad knee hitting the cement, followed by an obscenity he rarely allowed himself to use these days, echoed through the warehouse. Sitting upright, hands automatically going to his leg, Face scanned the area for the tripwire that must have caught his foot. All he saw was a leg sported camo pants and a red sneaker. “BA?” The foot twitched, its owner still alive at least. Scrambling to his feet, Face followed the leg and quickly located his friend. The muscle man sat slumped and unconscious on a pile of broken crates. From the trail of destruction behind him, Face guessed it had been quite a fight but even BA could not take down multiple assailants by himself. If he had taken anyone with him, which Face was sure he had, their buddies had already dragged them out of there. Smart enough not to get too close to BA until he was awake and cognizant of the world around him, Face satisfied himself with lightly kicking BA’s leg. “Come on BA… wake up. The Colonel’s turning half the city upside down looking for you.” It took several minutes of jostling and prodding but the Sargent finally started flicking his eyelids. Another minute or two found BA opening the one eye he could—the other one appeared to be swollen shut. How bad the injury really was would not be clear until Face got his friend out of the shadow-covered warehouse and into some proper lighting. BA rumbled back to the land of the living with a grumble and a shaky swipe from his fist. Face prudently stepped back until he was out of range. “You with me, BA?” “Face Man?” BA tried to prop himself up with one hand, the one he had fisted and swung at his friend out of instinct. “Yeah.” Face cautiously took a few steps forward now that BA confirmed his identity. “You okay? You look like you went about ten rounds with Muhammad Ali.” “Nine of them.” BA squinted at his friend. “There were nine of ‘em…took three down…” he pressed his other hand into the floor and yelped. “They got my wrist all messed up, man!” “They messed up a lot more than that.” Face observed grimly as he crouched down. “They must have ganged up on you. Do you know who they were?” BA nodded, confirming Face’s suspicion that several men jumped him at once. “A couple of ‘em were low weight muscle ‘round here.. the kinda suckers people hire in bars for ugly jobs. Don’t know who hired them but ain’t that many slugs we’re tangling with right now.” “Oh, I’m sure it was Jim Hansville.” Face stated. “He had a few goons try to jump Murdock at the VA.” BA started but before he could speak, Face held up his hand. “Murdock’s fine—he just used the confusion to sneak out and warn us. According to him, the new head night nurse is on her second career. Her first was bouncing Godzilla out of Tokyo.” Giving BA a minute to finish getting his bearings, Face continued. “Murdock found me at the Hyatt—you know I’m staying there right now—and we called Hannibal from there. One or two goons might have tried to come in—I saw security throwing a few rough characters out when I went downstairs to collect Hannibal. He picked up Amy on the way in case someone decided to draw her in too, but none of us could reach you. That’s why we came looking.” “Those scumballs used a kid, man!” BA snapped at Face. “Had a kid come tell me his little sister went missing down here, and I had to come help him find her! Then I got jumped!” Face grimaced. It was an ugly plan, but not unheard of. Poor kids, especially the ones living on the streets with nowhere to go, would do any number of errands for a few bucks. “Was it a kid you knew?” “Nah.” BA grumbled, trying to push himself to his feet. Face stood up and offered his hand. BA accepted it and, with a firm pull from the con artist and a strong push from the mechanic, they leveraged the muscleman up off the cement floor. BA wavered for a few minutes, having to lean against the crates as he found his center of balance again. “Well… if you see him again, let me know. I don’t think you’d be fit to deal with him, given what happened, but I might be able to get him some better survival options then betraying people to leg breakers.” Grumbling under his breath, BA just nodded. Now that he was upright, he realized he had no energy to spare on idle chitchat. Face accepted that. Reaching out to snag BA’s elbow before his friend could fall over, he started guiding the dazed man out of the warehouse. “Come on—Amy and I were searching through this half the docks while Murdock and the Colonel took the other half. Let’s get you back to my Vette. You can rest while I get Amy and tell Hannibal that we found you. Then I’m taking you to see Doctor Billings.” “The vet?” BA stumbled and caught himself on Face’s shoulder. Face managed to hold steady under his friend’s weight. “There’s not that much difference between animals and people, BA. You know that.” He reminded the mechanic patiently. “Besides, he accepts cash, he doesn’t ask questions, and he doesn’t make me do paperwork. What more can I ask for?” “I guess you gotta a point.” BA agreed after a minute before gruffly adding, “I still don’t like going to a vet though! It ain’t right!” “I’ll be sure to note that complaint in your file.” Face stated drily, spotting the door of the warehouse up ahead. It was partially open, and the silhouette of a woman assured him that help was on the way. A few seconds later, Amy ran over to support BA on his other side. “I already radioed Hannibal when I saw you two coming out.” She explained. “And from what BA said, I’m guessing our next stop is Dr. Billings?” “See BA?” Face stated sweetly as he nodded to Amy. “Amy agrees with me… now just behave yourself and try not to break his arm this time, okay? Understandably, he charged me triple for that the last time I had to take you to him.” Face knew that he was lucky—BA was exhausted enough that his argumentative nature had, for once, been muted to a dull shell of itself. BA stayed silent until they reached the door, squinting against the rich orangey-red light spilling over the docks as the sun slipped below the horizon. “Fine.” BA agreed at last. “Long as he don’t shoot me up with anything weird! I just want him to fix up my wrist and get some ice on my eye so I can see again!” “Deal.” Face stated. “I will request only the most basic of treatments for you, and we can stop at a drug store on the way back to my place for ice packs and pain killers. Amy, you’re my witness.” The trio hobbled down the wharf until they reached the painfully conspicuous Corvette. Amy slipped away to get the passenger door open while Face stayed with BA to make sure he could cover the last bit of the distance. As Face managed to flop his friend into the passenger seat, BA grabbed the con artist’s shoulder with his good hand. “Thanks for looking for me, man.” Face patted his friend’s hand lightly and smiled, “You’d do the same for me, BA. The A-Team take care of each other.” “Yeah,” BA rumbled sleepily. “Yeah, we do. Part’a what bein’ a team is all about, Face Man. Part’a what bein’ a family is all about.”

[dankusner]

In Tokyo’s Shibuya district, fashion label Diesel hosts an exhibition celebrating queer artist Tom of Finland

‘Expression, sexuality and individualism’: Diesel exhibition is a trip into the homoerotic world of Tom of Finland

Tom of Finland’s libidinally charged illustrations of muscled-up men in various states of embrace – and often clad in skin-tight leather or denim – have seen the Finnish artist (born Touko Laaksonen), become one of queer art’s most distinctive voices.

First appearing in publications like Bob Mizer’s Physique Pictorial in the 1950s, his stylised drawings would – as his eponymous Los Angeles-based foundation describes – ‘fuel both the sexual fantasies and the aesthetics of gay men'.

Glenn Martens, the Belgian creative director of Italian fashion label Diesel, has forged a deep-rooted relationship with the Tom of Finland Foundation and its president Durk Dehner, a friend and lover of Laaksonen, who set up the foundation with him in 1984 (the artist would die in 1991, with Dehner becoming the guardian of his legacy). ‘[His work] seemed to affect me in a way that art never had before, an emotional way,’ Dehner told Wallpaper* on the occasion of Diesel’s ‘AllTogether’ exhibition in Venice in 2022, which combined Tom of Finland’s illustrations with the work of other erotic artists. ‘There was something in it that made it feel like he had done these pictures for us, for gay boys. That was important in a world where nothing felt like it was made for you,’ he said.

Now, a new exhibition of Tom of Finland’s work is being hosted in the Diesel Art Gallery in Tokyo, part of the brand’s vast flagship store in the buzzing Shibuya district.

Titled ‘Forty Years of Pride’, the display marks a rare opportunity to see Tom of Finland exhibited in Japan and features the artist’s works both in colour and black and white, some of which are for sale.

The former includes the bright red of a Santa costume (worn by a typically gleaming Adonis with just a Christmas stocking for modesty); the latter, men in wipe-clean black leather boots and chaps.

Diesel says the exhibition ‘amplifies the message of freedom of expression, sexuality and individualism’ at the heart of Tom of Finland’s oeuvre.

Alongside the show, there is a VR experience that allows viewers to be transported to Tom House, the artist’s former Los Angeles residence which now serves as a community hub and gallery space, alongside hosting artists in residence who explore erotic themes in their practices.

'Present-day artists are inspired by the generation before, they feed off each other,’ Dehner previously told Wallpaper*.

‘At the foundation, we promote the present and future, and protect the past.

That’s really what creates community and family, because family isn’t just who’s alive today – it’s where you come from, all the people came before.’

The exhibition offers a final opportunity to shop Martens’ Pride collection for Diesel, which is the third to be made in collaboration with the Tom of Finland Foundation.

The collection also celebrates artists Stuart Sandford, Suzanne Shifflett, Tank, the Hun, Valentine and Henning von Berg, who are each linked to the Foundation.

The boldly illustrated pieces, some in playful trompe o’eil, span T-shirts, sweaters and the requisite jockstrap. The collection’s launch last month coincided with the Tom of Finland Art & Culture Festival, held this year in Berlin’s Berghain nightclub, supported by Diesel.

The VR experience which transports viewers to Tom House in Los Angeles

[dumb-fuck27]

I don’t everyone knows exactly what happened in the past 4 years so here’s a list.

2020:

The continent of Australia was on fire for 3 months starting in December of 2019

The prince of England and his family left royalty in the start of January

Covid-19 became a world wide pandemic in February which caused a toilet paper shortage, at least 750,000 deaths, every non essential store to close (some for good), racism against anyone and everyone who looked somewhat Asian, and so much more.

Kobe Bryant died in a helicopter crash with his daughter.

The FIRST impeachment of trump

Harvey Weinstein was FINALLY convicted on February 24th of raping and sexually abusing a young actress and film crew since he was first accused during the metoo movement

The stock market crashed so bad it was the modern equivalent of the 20-30s stock market crash (march 9th 2020)

The black lives matter protest started.

Kim Jon Un was rumored to be dead for an entire month.

Biden wins the election

Twitter gets fucking hacked

Ghislaine Maxwell was arrested for sec trafficking

3 inch murder hornets suddenly appear in the US

Beirut fucking exploded… like the entire capital city

Kalama Harris is chosen as vice president

Chadwick basemen aka the black panther died of cancer

The entire west coast was on fire

Ruth bader Ginsburg died

The denier of covid-19 Donald trump caught Covid-19

Eddie Van Halen died of cancer

Biden wins the election

Alex Trebek died of cancer

Covid-19 finally got a vaccine made. This caused death in the people who tried to substitute the vaccine with horse dewormer, fish aquarium chemicals, and just adamant denial of vaccines.

Covid-19 financial relief finally comes out

2021:

Covid-19 death toll went from at least 750,00 to over 1 million starting in January

In January 6 trump told his devout followers to go to the capital and protest the election results which ended in the protester braking in, destroying property, the death of multiple police and security guards, defecation and urination on files and in room, pipe bombs were found on site, the political officials were ushered out all the while trump sent the national guard away from the capital

Trump claim voter fraud which was proven against trumps case where voter fraud was found on trump.

The US rejoins Paris’ climate accord with WHO

The US military withdrawals from the Middle East living equipment and some men behind

Notable foreign leaders step down from power just as Raul Castro, Benjamin Netanyahu, and Angela Merkel

Alexey Navalny pitons political rivial returns to Russia after recovering from Putin poisoning him from being out spoken against Putin

A huge earthquake in Haiti followed by flash floods leaving 2,200 people dead

The 2020 Tokyo Olympics happen in 2021

2 mass shootings happen with in a week for each other in march

A 12 story condominium collapsed killing 98 people

Winter storms in Texas shit down power to the entire state

Followed by historical record braking heat waves in the west

Hurricane ida hits

The officer who millled George Floyd was convicted of second degree murder

R. Kelly was convicted of sex trafficking

Brittny Spears is free from her controlling life as a pop star

Another rover lands on mars

Jeff Bezos safely lands his space ship (sadly)

Facebook struggles containing hate speech

2022:

Apple stocks hit 3 trillion dollars

Baby formula shortages happens

Brittney Griner detain in Russia for having illegal drugs on her person

Roddy’s invaded Ukraine

The fish from Shark Tales slaps the zebra from Madagascar 

Microplastic found in human blood

Johnny Depp wins amber heard false sexual assault allegations

Monkeypox outbreak spreads like wild fire

Buffalo supermarket shooter targets black people in mass shooting

Uvalde school shooting

Abortion is outlawed

Ketanji brown Jackson is sworn in as the first black j woman to be a supreme judge

Japanese prime minister Shinzo Abe is assassinated

The Choco Taco is laid to rest

The queen of England dies. The reports from the after life says that princess Diana had a couple things to say to her when she arrived.

Iran erupts in protest over the hijab laws

NASA defends the earth from an asteroid by smashing a rocket into it

The try guys are outed for cheating

Alex jones goes against sandy hooks parents in trial and looses

Elon musk buys twitter and twitter flops

The democrats win midterm election

The world population reaches 8 billion

Club Q nightclub shooting results in 5 deaths and 25 injuries

The worlds largest active volcano erupts in Hawaii

Once again, no student loan forgiveness

Worlds oldest DNA sample found in Greenland

Scientists discover nuclear fusion

US marks 10 years since sandy hook

Argentina wins World Cup

2023:

67,000 people die in massive earthquake in Syria

India takes the #1 spot for highest population count

The lost submarine next to the titanic

The Ukrainian war is still happening

Ongoing hamas and Israeli war killing millions of innocents from both sides

Bangladesh election protests

Canada and India relations get a little worse

2023 Nashville school shooting

150 people were killing is massive Nepal earthquake

And the best for last… gumball waterson kicks a Minecraft YouTuber ass after the YouTuber mocks back while not want to talk about pedophile allegations. Law suit underway while pedophile allegations are being looked into.

[maguro13-2]

Death Vengeance ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 3 Pt.6

[The Base - Tomoya Ohtani]

Maka Albarn : Geez, sis! There's not much around in this fictional city located in the country, I mean the name Deathbucks cafe is actually Starbucks, but it's themed as a Japanese cafe from Akihabara, what is that, Tokyo?

Moirai Albarn : Well, apparently, I have no rights for you to tell that I'm on a tight busy schedule that this Soul Eater crap is pushing up daisies to those Needless dopes from Ultra Jump. Can't get enough of this world, and I wished that none of this would even think about the whole same Soul world situation. I bet there are lot of armed forces from those government taxes from the U.N., it's a sad loathing world that this influence from them is nowhere near of getting to the truth. So, where would you think the Poison Spear monster would be?

Maka Albarn : I don't know, but we do know is that we haven't seen one monster on this planet in the real world. These so-called fantasy worlds like this one are nothing but a bunch of baloney.

Moirai Albarn : Definitely I'm not getting the hang of this since we got a little carried away.

Maka Albarn : True that, anyone would make the difference. Maybe you are right about this. [the two stops to see a pipe]

Moirai Albarn : Hmm? What's this weird pipe doing here in the first place? Is it broken or something?

[a figure mysteriously jumps out of the pipe what appears to be Bandit]

Maka Albarn : What's that weird masked fella doing here? Is he some kind of thief or something?

Bandit : Hey, now! You got the wrong idea, man! Bandit's the name and I am at your service! I could give you a lot of details to explain the current situation of going behind the scenes.

Moirai Albarn : Well, What are you doing here in a fictional city located in a real world country like this?

Bandit : Well, ever since I got myself out of Nintendo of America in Redmond, Washington State, I doubt that I had my terms of traveling through the pipes in one of them places called Warp Zone, I heard that this Shaula Gorgon lady, leader of those so-called Traitors, was cleverly a diversion setup by Ansem, the Seeker of Darkness. Turns out that it was a heartless doppelganger after all. No one can resist the darkness itself. I might had adjustments of where your next clue might be. Anyway, I found out the Majo Detectives are working on a case to find the whereabouts of this mysterious pyramid that appeared in Egypt today, a great symmetrical building that came from nowhere. Nobody knows who built it, but nobody was allowed to enter the pyramid itself because, that place could be a trap to all humans and witches.

Moirai Albarn : The way I see it is, but we must be very close to the center of where our next clue might be. So, should we head to Egypt to get the Pyramid Anubis?

Bandit : Right away!

[the gang enters the warp pipe, then scene changes to them at San Francisco]

Moirai Albarn : What are we doing here at San Francisco?

Maka Albarn : Isn't this supposed to be City Escape itself?

Bandit : Nah! That was all made up by Sonic Team. Heck, even the game Sonic Adventure 2 took place over here. Not to have the spoils for me, I just get a little nervous traveling to kind of this town.

Maka Albarn : On that day, a truck came by and then attacked the whole town. Military in Sonic's world was surely messed up after that Space Colony Ark incident that took place 50 years ago.

Bandit : Yeah, yeah, I get that. The men of mobian influence got some nerves to keep that all a secret since the ancients on arrived on his world. That's a no brainier of mine. So, a few laters they decided to change their mind, Shadow's a loose cannon about four years since his mysterious revival in the 2000s, a biggest comeback to all fans of him since the debut of his first game released. Pretty not sure how a world like yours turned upside down, not a single strand of heart, soul, and DNA would be remained in order. I bet I could get a shoutout.

Maka Albarn : Of course.

Moirai Albarn : Speaking of which, all this walking is making me bored. Should we get bikes or something.

Bandit : Nope. I know one kind of thing that will get us to the nearest run way reginonal airport.

(scene flips)

Maka Albarn : Wow! thanks for that.

Moirai Albarn : I didn't realize that you can manage flip one scene to get us to the regional airport.

Maka Albarn : Where on earth did you manage to get us to the airport.

Moirai Albarn : Yeah, where did you get one to ride up to regional airports.

Bandit : Easy! We took the G.U.N truck that was upgraded for about ten years.

Maka Albarn : Wait, what?

[Buzzsaws appears coming out of the truck, covered with blood]

Bandit : Oh yeah, and it's got buzzsaws, powerful sharp, buzzsaws.

Maka Albarn : Where they really dangerous?

Bandit : Oh yes, but despite the people dead with their blood on the saws. This baby could really pack some quite of punch. But it was never happened to that blue blur himself, so an upgraded version of it have arrived over the past 9 years, took it granted for so long to get an upgrade. Welp, this is where we are!

[opens gate]

Bandit : The plane should be here around here somewhere.

Maka Albarn : Is there a Tornado 1 or a Tornado 2?

Moirai Albarn : Tornado 1's the red plane, and Tornado 2's the blue plane, both of them got scratched by that mad scientist or that mutated life form had sabotage the blue one. I'd say both of those planes are out.

Maka Albarn : What about the third Tornado. Tornado III.

Bandit : Oh yeah, about tornado III...

Maka Albarn : I'd say that it was only occupied by one two-tailed fox that became an astonishing genius of inventions that knows best. This is the Unleashed version of the Tornado, sadly, it was never reused. So we built a replica of the "Tornado II", with extra seats!

Bandit : Okay then! You take the Unleashed version of the Tornado, while I take the Tornado II.

Maka Albarn : Then let's get going!

[Believe in Myself by Jun Senoue plays]

Bandit : Engines on! Fasten your seatbelt!, and ready for take off!

[PROPELLERS RUNNING]

Bandit : So, you girls are in on this?!

Moirai Albarn : We're born to take flight on a plane. I bipedal is so much better than air planes. I'm ready to take flight! You're in on sister?

Maka Albarn : You betcha, you won't be seeing things high in the sky in these clothes of a Meister of mine! Let's fly high!

Moirai Albarn : You're the sister that I know to count me in!

Bandit : Alright, you two! Listen up! We gotta fly over to the Atlantic ocean and get to Africa, then once we arrived to Egypt we can give that piece of shit witch Samantha a taste of her own medicine, and proven to her that one thing that Gray Fox says, "a cornered fox is more dangerous than a Jackal"! Well this Jackal of a god is going to be super sweet! This is the opportunity that we demand!

Maka Albarn : Time to for us to give us for a head start.

Lakitu : Alright, tornadoes. Prepare for take off to Egypt in 3...2...1...

[the Tornadoes flies off]

"Next stop...Great Pyramids of Egypt"

~Thirty-Seventh Scene : Spreading the Wings~

[ojiprincesnowflake]

We get shown information about a rift known as Fabrication. The place where the main enemy of Gavan as we know it resides; the Space Crime Organization known as Makuu. No sooner do we learn of them and see their castle do we see their ships, their men, and learn their plans to turn Earth into a place for them to steal everything. Taking their first monster, the wonderful colony we saw only moments before looking wonderful and ready for use is now attacked and destroyed within short order by an army of ships without any way to defend themselves. Their efforts to get help and save themselves, was little as they were, do nothing.

From there space debris falls destroying buildings all over Tokyo. Makuu ships flying through the skies causing even more damage of their own. Explosions, explosions. Oh so many explosions. 

- To be quite honest if there's one thing this show loves to do as I recall, is make sure to make the explosions look good and use them often. While I'm talking about effects in this little side I thought I'd add; I know a lot of people probably mock or look down on older effects. - Especially in shows around this era. - I mean so often I hear 'watch the [show from the 70s] if just to laugh at the effects' and people only recommending more modern stuff. I'm really not that kind of viewer and while I will laugh at some stuff that feels really just bad even for the time, I really love seeing how things change and behind the scenes work in everything, especially older stuff.

- There's a lot of cool techniques someone could learn from and it's just incredible to me what they did with what little they had compared to now and the amazing things they've brought to life with it! So don't expect that sort of thing to come out of me really, and I don't really enjoy the mocking of the old. It's where we came from. It's still useful and amazing now in it's own way. I live for it. Maybe I'm just old myself, I know I always feel out of touch so who knows! 😆

And from here we meet a character that is our resident nerd Kojiro Oyama. The UFO fan who, I must say feels like he's directly referenced in Masked Rider Decade. Narutaki just looks so much like him it feels like it can't be anything else. Plus I mean, it's Gavan, Decade is a show about celebrating the past, why not? Perfect little Egg to find among all the other Eggs scattered around that source. [I have not watched Decade, or any Rider yet if I'm completely honest --soon]

I don't plan to do a complete play-by-play of all the events, but I thought the opening jumping from beat to beat and we're already into the meat of their first invasion is just really cool to talk out, and I have to bring up a guy who doesn't stop popping up as far as I can remember after first appearing. I'll make a gif or some screens of him later. His intro moment isn't a very good time to take some shots.

[rouzuchan]

Misfortune's Blessing (Jujutsu Kaisen x Tokyo Revengers)

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝐬): Manjiro “Mikey” Sano x F!Reader (ʏᴏᴜ/ʏᴏᴜʀ) 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: oneshot; crossover 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝒔): You, Gojo, and Geto are first years of Jujutsu High; Kazutora Hanemiya is present and is a part of Toman (I just wanted him back, alright :<)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: A scenario where Y/n meets Toman on a jujutsu mission.

"Why do I have to come with you guys?!"

Gojo chuckled, much to your annoyance, he adjusted his glasses and pointed at you. "Because dear Y/N, you're our key piece in this mission! Right, Geto?"

The said male placed his hand on your shoulder, assuring you with his calm smile.

You were forcefuly dragged into a mission with Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. Lovely.

You should've said no at the moment Gojo's aggravating voice came from the other line, requesting you to head to Shibuya.

As much as you desired to return to campus, arrangements were already settled, and there was no escaping.

So much for spending the weekend lazying around.

"Well, at least brief me whatever mission this is? Abandoned building? Special-grade sightings?"

"It's a special case, for sure. Not the usual ones we receive." You raised your brow at Geto's words.

"Have you heard of the Tokyo Manji Gang?" Gojo stretched his arms and rested his hands behind his head.

The name itself didn't ring any bells, you've never paid much attention to gangs, fortunate enough to never cross any revving motorbikes or gruesome fights.

You had a feeling that fact may change today. "No, are any of the members curse users?"

"Not that we know of. But there have been reports of paranormal activities within that specific gang. We still don't know if it's curse related or not." Geto gested.

"Plus, even if we end up with nothing, we could still exorcise a cursed spirit there!" Gojo said enthusiastically. "After all, gangs are known to be related to irresponsibility, violence, all that jazz."

You arrived at a regular shrine, its familiar gate towering over the flight of stairs.

"This is supposedly their base of operations," and how ironic it was to be a shrine, a place of worship and respect.

"So, what's the plan?" You said.

"Scout the area for any traces of curse energy. You can start here, I'll search a little more outside," Gojo said.

"I'll search the outskirts as well," intervened Geto. "There might be some useful cursed spirits I can add to my disposal."

You agreed to the plan, both males leaving the shrine before you shouted, "You guys owe me food after this!"

"Well, what do we have here?!" Your heart sank as you heard a chorus of heavy footsteps coming behind.

As expected, the Tokyo Manji Gang Gojo warned you about were present before you.

'Couldn't he let me know there was going to be a gathering?! I should've known better to trust that idiot.'

Despite knowing self-defense and the fact you were a jujutsu sorcerer, you couldn't help but feel threatened. These guys looked like they're not afraid to throw a punch.

"What's a flimsy lookin' girl like you doin' here?"

"Yeah! Don't you know this is Toman's property?"

"Dumbasses. How could they know that?" A gentler voice erupted the air, the men split in two, letting a lavender-haired male through, a relaxed smile adorning his face. "Hey there, sorry about these guys, you alright?"

You nodded, which delighted him. "The name's Takashi Mitsuya, you?"

"Y/n."

"Nice name. Anyways—"

"Yo, Mitsuya! Who's this?" A mop of peach hair appeared behind, along with other distinct figures ranging from a plethora of styles.

A bulky male with long black hair approached you with a wicked smile on his face. You shuffle back when he leans down to your height.

"We're the Tokyo Manji Gang! Don't think I've seen you around these parts. Yah new?"

"Back up a bit Baji, you're scarin' her." Another with blonde hair patted his shoulder, obeying his words.

Your personal space was invaded yet again by a male with black and blonde highlights, humming in thought. "Don't think she's from here, her uniform looks weird..."

"Sorry, but I'm just gonna go—"

"What's with all the commotion?" Everyone perked up and turned to the voice, a pair of blondes coming your way.

The remaining men lined up and bowed low, as the rest followed in suit, leaving you quite obvious among the crowd.

They greeted loudly, calling the pair "Vice President" and "Boss," who were currently making their way towards you.

The taller one squinted his eye. "Who're you?"

You stumbled on your words while trying to find ones to explain yourself before something caught your eye.

You peeked over the shorter blond behind him, seeing a green Fly Head looming above his shoulders.

The male himself had a pensive expression, eyes closed and tense.

Fly Heads (蝿頭Yōtō) are weak insect-like curses ranked lower than grade 4. (Source: Jujutsu Kaisen Fandom Wiki)

"Hey!" He blocked your vision, seemingly annoyed by your lack of response.

You swirled past him and walked towards the guys with the small curse, murmurs starting in the crowd below.

"Excuse me?" You lowered your voice, whispering audibly for only him to hear. He opened his eyes, dead black pools staring at you. "Are you alright?" Your question caused him to raise a brow.

"Hey, what gives you right to—!" He raised his right hand without breaking eye contact, quickly quieting the taller blonde.

"Why do you ask?" He said, a hint of curiosity lacing his tone.

You took a step back, subtly glaring at the Fly Head resting without care. Raising your arm, you quickly exorcised it, dissipating out of existence, "how about now?"

Mikey's eyes widened in disbelief, the sudden weight on his shoulders that ailed him for days was gone like a snap of a finger.

He looked over to Draken, who returned with a shrug with a 'what the hell you lookin' at me for?' stare.

He flickered back at you, catching your eyes gleaming in the moonlight as they awaited his answer.

His eyelids kept fluttering, unable to form words. Why has his mind gone blank? Who was she?

Before he could utter out his answer, a loud "alright pause!!" arose.

Looking over his shoulder to find two dudes climbing up the stairs. He heard a quiet gasp from you, with a breath of relief.

"Sorry to disturb your meeting, we just came by to take our friend here." The white-haired male said, waving off the number of piercing glares staring at him from above.

With that, you rushed past him, without much thought left in his head, he caught your wrist.

Something in him wasn't letting you pass that easily, and we know, once Mikey has caught interest, he takes action.

His smug attitude got the better of him, as he felt his smirk widen at the sight of your friends not appreciating his advancement.

He turned back to you, "Mikey," he blurted out, seeing your face warps into a surprised expression.

You nodded awkwardly in response, giving him a weary smile.

His grip loosened, allowing you to pull away from his grasp. You waved farewell, walking down towards the duo.

"What the hell was that about?" Draken's voice appeared beside him. Mikey turned around and walked towards his respective spot, commencing the meeting.

After a few announcements and organizations, he called over Mitsuya, "what's up, Mikey?"

"You were being buddy-buddy with that girl earlier, right?" He nodded, "did you catch her name by any chance?"

Mitsuya blinked a few times to register his leader's question. Was he that intrigued? "Um, yeah. She introduced herself as Y/n."

"Y/n..." He repeated.

"What's gotten you so interested in that girl?!" Pah-chin exclaimed.

"And what was that thing she did earlier, anyway? Y'know where she swished her arm or somethin'?" Chifuyu mimicked your action.

"...No idea." He raised his hands behind his head, staring above in wonder. "When she did that, the weight on my shoulders vanished, like, some sort of curse she just exorcised..." Mikey huffed, finally able to breathe languidly, all thanks to that mystery girl.

"You should've just left— why did you stick around!? Especially talking to Mikey of all people!" You stared on the concrete as you nibbled on your meat bun, grumbling at Gojo's words.

After the incident, you stopped by a convenience store to replenish some energy, not intending to receive an earful of how dangerous your situation was could've gone.

Who knew Gojo could be such a worrywart.

"Well, could've given me a head's up then?!" You took an angry bite of your bun. "If had known they were coming, I would've gone quicker!"

"I guess that's fair since Gojo just wanted you to be a distraction." You both turned to Geto, who continued to finish his snack.

You felt a vein pop up from your forehead, turning to the entitled sorcerer, who turned the other way, whistling a tune.

"So I was just a diversion?!"

"Well, if I told you, you definitely wouldn't agree to come here!"

It's a little vague sure, but I really needed to write this so this idea doesn't go anywhere. Anyways, hope you enjoyed it :D

edit (01/17/22): Just finished proofreading and revisioning some parts, I hope this version is more satisfactory :>

[silversatoru]

play-thing — part one

gojo satoru x getou suguru x f!reader

t/w: nsfw 18+, dark content, drugging, manipulation, noncon/dubcon, oral (f!receiving), nipple play, this story contains very dark themes so please do not read it you’re sensitive to any of these topics

synopsis: suguru and satoru are missing something in their lives, and who better to manipulate than an lonely, impressionable girl who just moved to tokyo from another city. they’re willing to take extreme measures to transform you into their perfectly submissive little play-thing. 

wc: 1.9k

suguru and satoru do everything together; live in the same house, work at the same company, even share a closet of the most expensive clothes, but something was missing. they both felt it, the empty space between them, and they were determined to find the perfect piece to fill the gaping hole in their lives.

and you practically fell right into the palm of their hands, in a local grocery store of all places. a pretty little thing with a freshly broken heart who’d just moved here from a neighboring city. no friends, no family nearby, anxious and impressionable and desperately in need of a couple capable men to show her around. it all started with an innocent question: “hey, sorry to bother you guys, but could you tell me where the baking aisle is?”

how you ended up here you still weren't quite sure. 

“let us take you on a tour of the city tonight,” satoru had cooed at you.

“there’s a few really nice bars, we could grab some drinks,” suguru added, both their voices smooth and terrifyingly persuasive.

but they seemed nice enough, and you weren't in any position to be picky with making friends right now — after all, you’d have to get accustomed to the city somehow, right?

wear something pretty, satoru had winked at you before you parted ways and continued your shopping, and for some reason you were very inclined to do as he said. they were both intimidatingly attractive and you weren’t exactly sure what their dynamic was yet, but you decided that if you ended up in bed with one of them tonight, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

you’d chosen a short and silky black dress, something elegant but classic that would absolutely catch the eyes of both men. and it did, satoru’s eyes glazing over your body several times before he even bothered to say hello to you. suguru was less obvious, his dark eyes giving you a quick once-over before giving you a warm smile and wrapping his arm around your shoulders as the three of you entered the first bar.

it was small, dimly lit with a few lanterns and packed tight with people. a little too crowded for your level of comfort, so you stuck closely to the sides of suguru and satoru as they led you deeper into the pub. the dark-haired male gestured towards an empty seat at the end of the countertop, the two of them standing on either side of you after you slid into it. satoru spoke with an impressive level of charisma, ordering three of the same drink from the bartender — who he seemed to know quite well.

taking a few sips of the liquor did wonders for you initial anxiety, and the casual conversation with both men was helping you to settle in as well. 

so, where are you from? 

what made you want to move to tokyo?

what do you do for a living? 

you were painfully oblivious to how the conversation stayed entirely centered around you; you still hadn’t learned anything about the two men, but they were learning everything about you. 

an hour or so in, a warm dizziness began to swirl around the inside of your head, slowly exacerbating until you felt like you were about to tumble out of your seat. you’d only had a couple drinks, and you normally handled your alcohol fairly well, so why did you feel absolutely sloshed right now? 

“guys, i think maybe-” you turned towards your two tour guides and crashed forward into suguru’s chest without warning. 

“think you went a little heavy, toru?” he scooped his hands under your plump ass and lifted your unconscious body into his muscularly arms. 

“not my fault she has no tolerance,” satoru shrugged, throwing some cash on the counter, “might be easier with her like this anyway”. 

“i suppose,” suguru clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth, “stupid girl, didn’t your parents teach you not to trust strangers so easily?”

the two of them casually made their way out of the bar together, making jokes about how poorly you handle your liquor to anyone who gave them a questionable look — but the bar was so loud and jam-packed with people that they made it out without any incident.

you were slow to come out of your sleepy haze, head nodding up and down as you struggled to maintain consciousness and take in the scenery around you. in a futile attempt to brush some hair out of your face you realized your hands were tightly secured behind your back. panic immediately flooded your system, chest tightening and hot tears brimming at the edges of your eyes. 

“just a precaution, angel,” suguru came walking into your hazy vision, a warm smile on his face as he tucked the loose strands of hair behind your ears, “how are you feeling?” 

“wha-, whaaat happen- ed?” your words were garbled, your brain barely able to form them. 

“don’t worry about it,” satoru appeared next to suguru, “you just drank a little too much, but we’ll take good care of you, won’t we suguru?” 

“of course, no need for you to worry about anything anymore,” he gave an affirmative nod. 

“i don’t think-” you wracked your brain for any recollection of what had happened tonight, but you found nothing, “i don’t th- think i — understand”. 

“you will soon,” satoru flashed a bright smile, but it wasn’t nearly as inviting as the first time you saw it. this time it was eerie, evil, threatening — what exactly was he talking about? 

your brain was quickly turning to absolute mush, your vision getting darker and foggier than it already was as you tried to hang on to the sound of their voices.

just relax

we’re gonna make you feel good, you wanna feel good, princess?

you want us to make you feel better?

“mhm,” you gave them a slow nod. you did want them to make you feel better! you felt groggy and confused and nauseas! so of course you said yes! that is what they were asking? right?

you felt the bed shift around you, several hands tracing over your skin and gently pushing you onto your back. you tried to question them, tried to form the words, but your brain was unable to produce a single word or movement at this point.

a hot tongue connected with the side of your neck, lips latched onto the skin and sucking gently on the sensitive area. another mouth was on your inner thigh, sucking a little harder and undoubtedly leaving a small marking. you subconsciously let out a squeaky, shaky breath, the warmth of their tongues eliciting a response in your doped-up body.

goosebumps raked through your body when you felt a pair of slender fingers slip under your dress and brush over the thin material of your panties. it was satoru, his middle and index fingers prodding at your clothed cunt and sending jolts through your legs. meanwhile suguru continued to cover your neck in sloppy kisses, one of his large hands groping at your covered breasts.

your brain had gone numb, from the drugs, the confusion, the terribly intoxicating pleasure. you hated how clueless you were, how useless your body was right now, but what you hated most of all was that you weren’t even trying to fight back. their touch felt good — too good for you to ask them to stop.

it wasn’t long before satoru’s fingers were replaced with his mouth, his tongue running up and down the fold in your panties and absolutely soaking the material with his saliva. he groaned from the taste, getting just as much pleasure from this as you were. he was quick to push the fabric to the side, sliding his tongue against your sticky folds with hunger and urgency. he lapped at your cunt, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue and evoking a series of twitches from your lazy body.

“be gentle with her” suguru’s voice sounded far off in the distance as he mumbled into your chest.

satoru heeded to the other man’s instructions, slowing his pace and going more gentle on your sensitive, puffy clit. suguru found your hardened nipples through your thin dress, rolling them in his fingers and enhancing the already blissful feeling you were getting from satoru’s tongue.

the two of them working together was incomprehensibly euphoric, your stomach coiling into tight knots with each swipe of his tongue. without warning he dove even deeper, his tongue shooting into your cunt while his nose rubbed against your throbbing bundle of nerves. between that and suguru giving your nipples a sudden tug, your body was crashing with waves of pleasure — strangled moans and pitiful whimpers the only sounds that your mouth could produce.

it was a near-holy experience, the feeling of the sedatives pumping through your veins as satoru tongued your pussy and suguru massaged your breasts through your heightened orgasm. you felt like you were floating, the room was spinning, and then everything went dark.

a real shame that you wouldn’t be able to remember any of it by the time you woke up.

bright sunlight pierced through your eyelids the following morning, forcing you awake and causing you to jolt up. you were laying in a large bed that was situated at the back of a rather large room, fitted silk sheets cool under your skin. confused of what happened and where you were, you stood from the bed and made your way to the door, feet patting on the soft carpeted floor. 

when you opened the door you entered a long hallway that led to a wide stairway covered in the same fluffy carpeting. two voices were laughing and talking beneath you, and curiosity fueled your motivation to walk down the stairs and into an open-concept kitchen and living room. 

satoru and suguru, the two men from yesterday were busy at the stove, pancakes and bacon sizzling away on two cast-iron pans. they wore matching aprons, suguru’s reading chef daddy, and satoru’s reading mr. good-lookin’ is cookin’. 

who the fuck were these guys?

“feeling better?” suguru was the first to notice you loitering at the edge of the room. 

“yeah, how are you? didn’t picture you to be such a heavy drinker,” satoru laughed, flipping a pancake with grace. 

you didn’t remember much, nothing past sitting down at the bar with them. you weren’t much for getting wasted but you were plagued with more stress than usual lately — maybe you really let yourself go last night. 

“ah, sorry about that, I don’t even remember what i did, honestly,” you shrugged, “thanks for looking out for me though, where’s my stuff?”

“in a hurry to leave? stay for breakfast,” suguru brushed off your question with a captivating smile, his eyes squinting together in the most adorable way. 

“we insist,” satoru chimed in, humming as he continued to focus on the sweet-smelling food. 

and so you stayed, which was probably the worst mistake that you’d made in the past twenty-four hours of countless terrible mistakes. 

part one | part two

a/n: im on a yandere/dark content kick today i cant help it. anyway if u wanna be tagged when i post part two lemme know :) and if u want some yandere megumi go read @katslutski​ ‘s tell me 

(ily kat <33 so happy to have someone to get into very specific obsessions with)