#turbo granny / answered.

[rainyfey]

could you draw Turbo granny in cat form? please

Eyyy always good to see you in my inbox <3 Sorry, I know I'm going out of order here, but I saw this and had Immediate inspiration~ Thanks for the ask, friend! :D

"The Dos and Don'ts of making mascot characters."

One of these characters is integral to the plot, funny as hell, and quickly becomes a beloved and irreplaceable part of the show's cast.

The other one I want to put in a blender on its max setting.

[dandadananalysis]

Hey!! I have a question about where the manga’s at currently. Does St Germain (however you spell it lol) know Okarun got his balls back?? I feel like this was mentioned but I legit forgot 💀

Update: The manga's latest chapter is chapter 184! I've made a post abt the chapter's spoiling contents in my latest post! You can check that out!

- Sorry for my late response🥺 Haven't been in touch with ask boxes these days

[Come to think of it, Count Saint Germain read kinda the same like Sanjome in Japanese, right? Is this how he played his name :)))]

I was actually gonna discuss this part, too!

Thanks for reminding me😚

The first time he met Okarun is in the Danmara Arc (Chap 161), at that time he kinda worked together with Okarun's team defeating Fairy-Tale Card. Okarun still has Turbo Granny's power! (You can find the panel of the chapter in the fb post: Rokuro Serpo)

But by the time when Sanjome-sensei asked Okarun to admit defeat (to take his powers), somehow it didn't work, and he was a bit surprised because he can't feel Okarun's power, so he retreated.

I think I did kinda mention this detail (or not) in my review manga posts of the Current Saga Part in my pin post, you can check it out, because I have bad memory whether I have written this detail in my post or not :"))

When I recheck him on the wiki, I did not realize that he was already making the first appearance in Chap 120 (Space Globalists Arc)

I kinda remembered a bit of this chapter 120, at the end of the chapter where Turbo Granny was a bit furious of this Count Saint-Germain. Both Serpo and Granny are alerted of how dangerous he is.

Throughout the Space Globalists Arc, he did not make an appreance during the big war between Okarun and Momo's team and the alien's team. And he only appeared right after the end of the war. But our first impression of him is that he is not evil, no bad intentions. He looks more like an explorer collecting yokai's power and put them in the Kozuka Knives, he even "helped" the elderly, "befriended" Okarun's friends, though he is on the list of suspicions of the group.

It's said that Saint Germain is a human-liked alien, and a part of Kur, the space globalists group. Right now, Saint Germain hasn't done anything suspicious enough, yet, as he only appeared at some panels of a chapter. He hasn't harmed any member of Okarun's team yet, which is good, and I have a feeling that the author Tatsuya-sensei might develop this character even more in the future chapters.

[m0ggers]

That little shithead Kai ( @flybcll ) said 'you’re lying , it makes no sense .' to Turbo Granny

"Do you seriously think I'd waste my time lyin' to you kid? What in the hell would I get out of that?" She sneers stuffed head propped up on chubby cotton "hand". Probably not even cotton, probably some poly-whatever blend these humans just made everything worse. And the kids these days. Unbelievable. "Look you asked me how to find that spirit, you don't want to believe me that's on you. I don't care so long as you gimme my fucking pizza chips."

[sillyhanako]

␥ ﹒ EVERYWHERE I GO I KEEP HER PICTURE IN MY WALLET LIKE 🌊 ✼ . ⁺ 

﹒꒦꒷ headcanons﹔okarun x alien!reader

﹒꒦꒷ contains﹔airhead reader, the term gf used once, tooth rotting fluff, can be read as gn or fem reader, healthy relationship, turbo!okarun.

୧﹒wc﹕319

꒱﹒a/n﹒୨୧ : Inspired by alien!reader ffs/rambles on wattpad and tumblr, dandadan manga is soo good im on chapter 121 and its straight up flame 🔥 this was very fun to make! notes and reblogs are appreciated :)

ー﹕m.list﹐

alien!reader who is openly affectionate, showering him with hugs, hand-holding, and sweet kisses.

alien!reader who pops out of a bush, surprising Okarun. They hand him a couple of flowers while being covered by leaves and branches, smiling sweetly at him.

alien!reader who rambles to Okarun in their alien language. They know Okarun can't understand them, but they feel like declaring their love in just one language isn't enough!

alien!reader who loves being interviewed by Okarun, as it makes them feel truly appreciated! They, of course, provide lengthy answers to ensure no detail is left behind. They aim to satisfy his curiosity to the fullest!

alien!reader who loves Okarun's newfound circle of friends! They're all very unique in their own ways, especially the athletic guy! He matches their energy perfectly. Some would even say they're perfect for each other, but they prefer a certain cute awkward boy ♡

alien!reader who is the most random person ever.

they think turbo granny in her little cat figure is super cute, they love having her in their backpack.

fixes Okarun's hair strands after whatever fight he took part in, even though they think they're super cute. ♡

who changes their shape and attitude to whatever they feel like that day, whether it be a 4'11 little menace or a 7'4 nonchalant dreadhead that can't fit through Seiko's doors.

alien!reader who loves turbo okarun! they actually just love him unconditionally but seeing his different attitude is a nice change that they can get used to. and with this package comes turbo!okarun calling reader his babe and free piggy backrides! while being chased down by 6 aliens

alien!reader and Okarun are the epitome of strong gf x nerdy bf. They are the dominant one in this relationship, and Okarun isn't complaining, not when you hold him in a bridal style and lean down for a quick peck, leaving him grinning like a fool.

© 2024 sillyhanako ━ do not copy, steal, or reupload my works. Thanks!

[gamblersdoll]

Thoughts on okarun possessive fucking? Like someone eyes you up and he just cant have that!!! Ahhh imagine him totally going turbo and dragging you someone private ❤️

aged up! turbo! okarun and possessive sex

he doesn’t necessarily get the whole possession thing in relationships.

its like, why do that when you already have someone, you know? you should be able to trust your partner, knowing that they wouldnt do that to you.. its just morale and respect. he honestly just didnt get it, he would feel bad if he just yanked you from everything and everyone and growled a ‘your mine.’

but, that all goes away when you basically talk to some dude in the final year with you guys, knowing he’s popular and.. basically sluts himself out. he didnt understand why women liked him, he was obviously a walking red flag! and the fact that he’s talking to you.. it starts a rage within him, no, not that. more of like a selfishness to him. it just happens, turbo granny’s powers kicking on and him just walking away from it. not like anyone can see his whole appearance becoming demonic.

that all went out the damn window by time you both went home, he locks all the doors, and drug you upstairs just to hog tie you. it was a sloppy job, how the fuck people were able to perfect shibari was beyond him.

“okar—“

nope, he puts his hand over your mouth, grabbing your hips and pushing himself deeper, deeper, deeper until he knew he was in your stomach. (hypothetical, men cannot get that deep.. but shit, it feels like it.) “do ya think he couldve gotten like this with you?” yeah, he was livid.. him pulling out damn near the tip and he slams back in. your whines go into his palm, soon after moving it and tilting your head up to look at him. “do you think he could have you bent over and fucked?”

you struggle to say the words he wants to hear, but he can understand what youre trying to say. “no.. i pr—omise..”

“you know why that is?” he asks, tossing his glasses to the side and getting into your ear. “because this pussy is mine, yeah?” he knows the answer, the amount of times he could sit next to you and slip a finger inside just reeaallyy quick. “you, are fuckin mine. not that loser.”

you nod, your eyes screwing shut and face curling up because god, were you so close. it all comes to a halt, your demonic boyfriend stopping and just looking expecting to you. “please.. please dont do this now, im so close baby—“

“are you mine only, or are you two timin’ me?” he asks, hearing your promise of belonging only to him. of course hes satisfied, but hes also a annoying shit. “huh? cant hear ya fer som reason..” he mumbles, putting all his body weight into his thrusts until your squeals of orgasm buzz in his ears. “huh, can hear you now.. must be goin’ deaf or somethin, man.”

[imthepunchlord]

Hand Holding

Read more here.

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For Momo, it was amusingly endearing how the simplest things would fluster Okarun so much. Like hand holding. A thing all couples did. A thing she wanted to do, and she knows he wants to as well, with his shy attempts to reach for her hands. 

And when they do, it’s nice. 

His touch is gentle and timid, a sharp contrast to Momo’s confident and affectionate grasp. And sometimes, his grip would tighten, as if there was a desperation to hold her, to keep her hand in his. 

And while Momo would notice that clear want, he was always the first to let go, often quickly, as if the flusteredness of such a simple touch was too much. 

On some level, Momo was impatient. 

Of all the things they’ve gone through, holding each other, Okarun often ending up on top of her (even nude once!), and just how much physical contact they have; holding hands was apparently too much? 

Momo thinks it should be the easiest thing. 

But she also considers that this is a first for Okarun. 

His first friend. 

His first crush and love. 

And now his first girlfriend. 

There’s a lot he’s easing himself into learning and adjusting. 

And she’ll take their baby steps as wins. She likes it when he gathers the courage to hold her hand, likes it when he matches her in grip and want, as if he was touch starved and her hand alone gave him all he wanted. And she genuinely liked holding his hand. She could feel the strength he developed in his hand, but he always held her so gently, as if afraid to break it. 

In comparison to her first boyfriend, that stupid tuna, this was so much nicer. Momo recalls she got jerked and dragged along instead of simply just enjoying the touch and moment together. 

But she does with Okarun, at least when he’s able to hold her hand. 

And one day soon, she knows it’ll be natural. That Okarun will be comfortable and confident enough to do so, she just has to be patient. 

God knows he has endless patience for her and her antics. 

It seems though, that this night, with the moon full and bright, her wants were answered, though not entirely how she wanted them to be. 

Stepping out of the maid cafe, she wasn’t surprised to find Okarun waiting for her. She was surprised to see him in his yokai form, white hair blowing in some unnatural wind, staring out into the world vacant like there was nothing he truly saw before him. 

“Okarun?” she prompted, drawing near.

Lazy red eyes slid her way before he turned to face her. “Done?” he asked in his deep drawl. 

“Yeah, but why are you transformed?” 

He heaved out the loudest sigh. “It’s my moon time…” 

“Oh, right,” Momo said, glancing up at the full moon. Grandma confirmed that yokai strength did echo the lunar phases, growing stronger during full moons, and for Okarun and Aira, it meant their yokai power would manifest and transform them out of their control. 

As the full moon often came out during the night, there haven’t been that many issues with this. At least, not on Momo’s end. She can’t speak for their own home life. 

Momo had a start as Okarun reached out, his hand coming to touch her lightly, impatient to hold her hand but waiting for that permission. With a beam, Momo laced their fingers, and Okarun quickly engulfed her hand with his larger hand and held with gentle tightness, like she was some treasure that could be stolen from him. 

It dawned on Momo that this was the first time she held his hand in his yokai form. His hand was bigger, easily dwarfing hers, and his fingers were longer as were his nails. Momo didn’t feel uneasy with his hold like this, he was just as gentle as any other time. 

In spite of initiating the touch, Okarun stood still, seemingly content to just stand around and hold her hand. 

“Shall we?” Momo asked. 

Okarun just hummed, staring at her.

Used to him staring at her openly in this form, Momo led the way, starting to fill the air with chatter. 

“I think the plan tonight was crab, but knowing Grandma and Turbo Granny, they probably ate it all.” Momo made a face at the likely true fact. But that was how it was in the Ayase home. At meal time, it was a first come, first serve. 

“Bummer,” Okarun replied. 

“Are you hungry?” Momo asked. 

“I could eat…” 

Momo bounced about giddily, Okarun’s arm jerking and moving about with her as he refused to let go. “Then let’s go eat our own crab!” 

“Sounds good, yo.” 

Okarunw as nearly toppled over in Momo’s rush for food, having just the place in mind. They got themselves a booth, placed their order, and Momo started to go off for the events of her work day, still holding hands with Okarun much to her glee. 

Despite dating for a near month, Okarun was not able to hold her hand for long, so this was rather nice. 

Until the food came. 

“Mmmm, that smells so good,” Momo declared in delight, drooling at the steaming red crab legs before her. “Thank you very much!”  she declared and was ready to start pick up a leg—  

— only to find one of her hands isn’t free. 

It was still, quite firmly, in Okarun’s grasp. 

“Okarun, I need my hand,” Momo stated, giving him a dangerous look while she tried to tug her hand free. 

“But I missed you, Momo-chan,” he replied, ignoring her glare and refusing to let go. 

“You can hold my hand after dinner,” Momo said, now trying to grapple his hand off of hers. 

No one will come between an Ayase and their food… 

Okarun groaned. “That sounds like a long time to wait, yo.” 

“Dinner won’t take that long!” Momo snapped, baring her teeth at him.

Okarun was unphased. He replied, “It will be for me…” 

“Okarun! I don’t need this right now!” 

She was just starting to consider biting his hand outright when Okarun shifted, sliding around their curved booth to sit next to her, his free hand coming to her crab legs. Momo was about to go feral at the thought that Okarun was going to steal her food when his long nail slid over the shell, cutting the leg open and revealing the steaming meat within. 

Momo drooled. 

Oh, it looked so good… 

“Does that help?” he asked.

Momo licked her lips, but turned to him to stress, “I still need two hands to eat.” 

“What if I fed you, yo?” 

Momo went stiff, her cheeks starting to blush. She turned away, suddenly feeling a little shy. “Um, I guess we could try?” she shyly agreed. 

With his free hand, he used a fork to pluck some meat free and offered it to her. Momo took, humming in delight as the flavor danced on her tongue. And by the small, happy sound from the small little gesture, a switch seemed to go off in Okarun’s head. He suddenly perked attention, watching intently as she ate.

Not that Momo noticed, too happy having some crab. 

When she opened her eyes, he had another piece ready for her. 

No way Momo was going to refuse. 

But, after a few bites of bliss, she came to realize Okarun wasn’t eating at all, he was just focusing on feeding her. 

Not taking the offered food, she asked, “Aren’t you going to eat?” 

“After you,” he replied, still waiting for her to accept the next bite. In truth, even if there was a twinge of hunger, he was ready to bring his plate over and keep feeding her. Instinctively, it just felt right. 

Momo narrowed her eyes at him. “But you were hungry, weren’t you, Okarun?” 

“Yes,” he confirmed, waving the fork about, trying to tempt her to keep eating. 

“Then eat your crab.” 

“But you had a full day of work.” 

Momo plucked the fork from his fingers, turning it to him, pressing the meat to his lips. “How about I take a turn feeding you?” 

Okarun went stiff. 

Oh my, Momo thought, that is the most torn expression she’s ever seen on yokai Okarun’s face. 

And torn he was. 

The thought of Momo feeding him shot delight and warmth through him, but there was a need to offer her food, to feed and provide for her. An instinct to insist that this was what he must do, even as hunger poked at the back of his mind, the want to feed and provide for her was stronger. To prove to his heart’s desire that he could provide. That he was reliable. As much as he loved her offering him food in return, offering her own promise to care for him, he really wanted to be the one to stress this message. 

As Okarun tried to work through his inner turmoil, Momo had only so much patience for his struggle before she turned the fork around and ate the crab herself. 

That seemed to jolt Okarun out of his dissonance, gawking slightly at her choice before slouching over in defeat. “What a bummer…” he bemoaned. 

He missed his chance to feed and provide for her. 

He missed his chance to be fed by her. 

How terrible. 

He wanted to go home…

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Momo scolded lightly, rolling her eyes at him. At least her hand was free, and she took the chance to handle her own crab legs how she wanted. Plucking the meat out, she offered it to him again, watching his red eye flicker to attention. “Are you going to eat it this time?” 

He eyed the offered crab for a few seconds, torn again between wants and instinct, before deciding that wants mattered more. 

And this was what she wanted. 

Who was he to refuse her? 

He sat up and grasped her hand again, accepting the crab, his lips tickling her fingers. It sent a slight pleasant tingle up Momo’s arm.  

Momo beamed, satisfied that she got him to eat and for the slight kiss on her fingertips. 

Only for that satisfaction to falter when she realized she couldn’t move her hand. Okarun had it once again, and refused to let go. 

“Okarun!” she half whined, half scolded. 

“I want more food, Momo-chan,” Okarun lightly demanded, opening his mouth expectantly. 

“I need both my hands!” she snapped. 

“But I want to hold your hand, Momo-chan.” 

“Okaruuuun!”

[proneterror204]

DPxDDD

Jazz woke up to her phone ringing. A quick look at her clock showed it was 3:00am. She answered the phone knowing it could only be a certain ghost fighting team.

"Hello?"

"hey Jazz, its Sam. I was wondering if you could come pick us up?"

"What happened?"

"Well funny story. Tucker and I were in school and Tucker was talking about aliens and UFOs and I was talking about Other types of spirits like yokai and demons."

"You mean you two were arguing with Danny stuck in the middle."

"Well.. Yeah. Anyway I bet Tucker that he couldn't find any yokai and he bet me that I couldn't find any aliens."

"*sigh* and did you?"

"... We both did. Tucker found some turbo granny who cursed him and stole his genitals. And I found some aliens who wanted to harvest my reproductive organs. But then a cursed and possessed Tucker came in and started fighting the aliens and I reawakened my plant powers. Then Danny came in and saved us. But now Dannys fighting the Turbo Granny and a crab monster to get Tucker genitals back and we could use a ride. So please?"

Jazz stared at her phone with a WTF expression. "...Sure. this is apparently apart of my life now."

[canarias-stuff]

❄️I Will Be Here When the Snow Falls Again❄️

(Ayase Momo X Takakura "Okarun" Ken)

WARNING: MANGA SPOILERS!

Summary:

Takakura Ken was socially awkward and a massive alien nerd, but he wasn’t an idiot—or at least, not a complete one. Ever since the whole mess with aliens and paranormal battles began, he felt like his IQ might’ve dropped a few points (the absurd situations probably fried a few neurons). Not that he cared much. He had more friends now than he ever had in his entire life.

But the point was, even if he was clueless about human interaction most of the time, Okarun knew when something was off with Ayase Momo—his first friend, best friend, and now girlfriend.

...

Or, a story where Momo is thankful to have this people as friends. For having Okarun.

Author's notes:

Hello!!!

So, I started watching Dandadan, and OF COURSE I couldn't wait for more episodes and went straight for the manga.

Really, my first reaction was "What the hell is this?", and now I am like "When the hell I gonna get more chapters!". hahahaha

Dandadan is really great!^^ So that's why I had to write something for the fandom!^^

The story takes place after the current manga arc. The characters are a little bit OOC I guess, but it's just that the story called for that...

I hope you enjoy it though.^^

Link AO3

The cold wind fluttered the curtains, the days were becoming colder and colder, and in a few days the snow would start to fall and turn the scenery all white.

Usually Momo wouldn't mind cold weather, hell! When Evil Eye destroyed her house, she even went in the middle of night to the local supermarket to get card boxes so they could make an improvised wall to shield them from the cold night air.

So no, the cold wasn’t the problem, but the time of year.

It was mid-December, people were in a festive vibe, but she was dreading it more than the last few years.

“Momo!” She heard her grandmother call from down stairs. “Are you awake?!”

“Tch! Of course I am, grandma!” The brunette snapped, closing her window with more force than necessary, and grabbing her bag that was on her desk.

“You are going to be late to school.” Turbo Granny, who kept her cat form and returned a few weeks after she regained her powers, snickered at her. The entity wouldn’t admit it, but she was definitely trying to find a way to turn Momo back to her normal size back then, and when she couldn’t find a clue, she decided to share part of her spiritual power with Okarun again, so at least he could help Momo.

“Oh, shut up, old hag! I’m not in the mood!” Momo answered, grabbing a toast with strawberry jam from the dining table. “I’m off.”

Seiko watched her granddaughter leave in silence, a slight frown creasing her brow. Turbo Granny, too, narrowed her eyes.

“What’s gotten into her?” The spirit muttered.

The medium lit a cigarette, exhaling a long plume of smoke.

“Don’t mind her.” Seiko said quietly. “It’s just that time of year again.”

…

She was crying on her pillow when the door to her room was open and a soft voice called her name.

She didn’t answer, choosing to keep her face hiding in her pillow.

The side of the bed sank under her mother’s weight.

“Let’s go to Grandma’s place?”

And that finally got her attention, raising her head to look at the smiling face of her mother.

“Grandma’s place?”

“Yes, Grandma’s place.”

She cried excitedly and jumped at her mother’s embrace.

…

Takakura Ken was socially awkward and a massive alien nerd, but he wasn’t an idiot—or at least, not a complete one. Ever since the whole mess with aliens and paranormal battles began, he felt like his IQ might’ve dropped a few points (the absurd situations probably fried a few neurons). Not that he cared much. He had more friends now than he ever had in his entire life.

But the point was, even if he was clueless about human interaction most of the time, Okarun knew when something was off with Ayase Momo—his first friend, best friend, and now girlfriend.

The thought alone made him blush. He never imagined he'd have a friend, let alone a girlfriend, and yet here he was, watching her from a few meters behind as she walked ahead of him.

“Ayase-san!” Okarun called out.

Normally, the brunette would whip around and scold him for still calling her "Ayase-san" instead of her first name.

We’re dating! Drop the formalities! She'd say.

But after calling her by her last name for nearly a year, it wasn’t so easy to switch to “Momo” overnight. Besides, she still called him "Okarun" instead of "Ken," so they were even.

Except today, she didn’t even seem to hear him.

Okarun frowned. It has been like this for a few days now. Momo had been spacing out—while walking, eating, and even during conversations. Just yesterday, she almost started a fight with Shiratori after accidentally "ignoring" the pink haired girl. Chaos ensued.

No matter how many times Okarun asked what was wrong, Momo always brushed it off with a smile and said, "Everything's fine ." He didn’t buy it. But he knew how stubborn Momo could be. She wouldn’t open up until she was ready. For now, all he could do was stay by her side, watch, and wait.

“Ayase-san!” he called again, catching up and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Ayase-sa—”

Before he could finish, he was slammed against the wall by an invisible force. Oh, crap. He should’ve seen this coming.

...

“...-san?”

Momo felt a hand touch her shoulder, and without thinking, her powers reacted. She flung whoever it was against the nearest wall.

“H-Hey, Ayase-san?!”

“O-Okarun?!” Momo gasped, snapping out of her daze. She quickly released him from the hold, eyes wide with guilt. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?!”

He gasped for air but raised a hand in front of him, trying to calm her down.

“Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“Ugh, sorry...I was distracted.” Momo muttered, her face flushing with embarrassment. What if she had seriously hurt him? “But it’s your fault for sneaking up on me, Okarun!”

“Hah?!” Okarun’s indignation was almost comical. “How is this my fault?! You’re the one walking around with your head in the clouds!”

“Who’s got their head in the clouds, you alien nerd?!” she shot back, the usual fire in her voice returning. Okarun felt secretly relieved. “It’s probably you, with your head full of UFO’s and alien conspiracies!”

“By now, you should know they’re not just conspiracies! And it's UAPs!”

They started walking again, bickering like usual. People passing by glanced at them curiously—an odd couple arguing about aliens and ghosts—but neither of them cared. They were in their own little world, and nothing could break that bubble.

...

“See you at lunch, Okarun.” Momo said with a wave, flashing him a smile before heading to her class.

“See you, Ayase-san.” He replied, watching her until she disappeared down the hallway.

By the time they reached school, their argument had mellowed into an actual conversation, and their hands had been intertwined the entire walk—only letting go moments before they parted ways.

It wasn’t a secret that they were dating. The entire school knew something was going on between them long before they realized it themselves. To outsiders, everything seemed normal. But to those who knew them well—especially those closest to Momo—something felt off.

“Was Momo okay today?”

Vamola’s worried gaze met Okarun’s as he sat down at his desk beside her.

“I stayed at Aira’s last night, so I couldn’t walk with her this morning.”

Okarun hesitated before answering. 

“She was really distracted…again.” He didn’t mention the sudden use of her powers. “I’m worried, but Ayase-san won’t say what’s bothering her.”

“Maybe she’s finally realized how awesome I am and is trying to figure out how to break up with you!” Kinta Sakata chimed in, his usual smug grin in place.

“That was completely unnecessary, Sakata-san!” Okarun snapped, his face a mix of horror and disbelief.

“And rude.” Vamola added.

“But don’t worry, Vamola! My heart will always belong to you!” Sakata continued, striking a dramatic pose.

Okarun sighed. Ignore, ignore.

“Should we try talking to Momo again?” Vamola asked, genuine concern in her voice.

Okarun shook his head. 

“No, it’s better to wait until she’s ready. Forcing her to talk won’t help.”

But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t seek out someone who might know what was really going on. Someone who had been with Momo far longer than any of them.

…

One moment they were singing a song playing on the radio and laughing at her silly questions about the lyrics, and the next the world was turned upside down. Literally.

Her ears were ringing and her eyes couldn’t focus, the world was spinning and the lights were just blurs.

What happened? She wondered, confused and scared.

“Mama?” She called, but no response.

Tears started to form in her brown eyes.

“P-papa?” She tried, but again, no response.

…

Pairs of eyes shifted to the brunette girl staring out the window, oblivious to Miko and Kei's attempts to get her attention.

“She’s been like that during classes.” Jiji pointed at Momo who didn’t move an inch from her desk even after the bell announced the lunch break. “Something is seriously wrong with Momo!”

“Should I knock her in the head?” Aira asked, arms crossed defiantly.

“You just want revenge for yesterday, Aira!” The red headed tall boy cried.

“I’m planning to talk with Seiko-san.” Okarun suddenly cut the bickering between Aira and Jiji. “She may know what is going on.”

“And do you think that she is going to say anything?” This time it was Rin’s turn to voice concern. “I mean…if it is about her own granddaughter's privacy, she may be tight lipped about it.”

They looked at each other, but after a moment of silence they came to the same conclusion.

“Nah…” The answer came in unisom.

“Yeah…no way…” The class rep sighed in the end.

“Momo’s working her shift today.” Vamola chimed in.

“Then after school I…”

“I’m coming too!” Aira cut Okarun off, her frustration clear. “I don’t know what is wrong with Momo, but I just can’t take that weird attitude anymore!”

“Shiratori-san…” Okarun smiled. Those two had a really hard start, but it made him happy to see that despite their differences, Momo and Aira became good friends.

“Me too!” Enjoji exclaimed, his usual dramatic movements and faces forgotten. “Gotta help Momo, right Okarun?”

“I still have a lot to repay for Ayase-san’s help too!” Rin said with conviction.

“Count me in too!”

“And he …” The pink haired girl pointed at Sakata, eyes glaring at Jiji. “...just want to hear some gossip.”

“No, no! I am really worried about Young Ayase-san!” Kinta tried to justify himself.

And as the scene started to become chaotic again, Okarun couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his lips. He was glad that these people were his and Momo’s friends.

…

“It’s a miracle...”

“Her only injury was caused by the seat belt...”

“But her parents…”

“I heard that the other driver is gonna make it…”

“A tragedy...and she is so young…”

…

“Momo-chan? You already cleaned that table three times…”

A hand was waving in front of her face, and it took Momo a second to realize that she had already taken the plates and tea cups to the kitchen, and that she has been cleaning the same table for a while.

“Ah, sorry senpai!” She said, embarrassed. “I got distracted for a moment.”

Her coworker placed a hand on Momo’s forehead, checking for signs of a fever.

“Hum, you don’t seem to have a fever.” However, the worried expression never left her face. “Are you having troubles at home? Or maybe with your boyfriend?”

“No, no!” The brunette exclaimed. “I’m just…under the weather I guess.”

“But that’s no good either.” Her senpai commented. “You should go home early today.”

“No, I’m really f-”

“Nope.” The older maid interrupted, her voice more decisive this time. “Go home, Momo-chan.”

“But…” Momo began to protest.

“No ‘buts’. Besides, we’re almost done for the day.” Her senpai smiled, pointing at the clock.

Momo’s brown eyes met her senpai’s gentle but insistent smile. In the end, she knew she couldn’t argue.

“Okay.” She sighed, giving in.

…

“So…” Seiko’s gaze swept over the teenagers sitting before her, each one awkwardly perched on their knees. “...what kind of trouble are you all in this time?”

“Seiko-san…” Okarun began hesitantly. “Why do you assume we’re in trouble?”

The older woman crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

“Because that’s the only reason you ever come to me.”

“Or for free food.” Turbo Granny snickered from beside the elder Ayase.

None of the teens could deny that. Vamola just let out a laugh.

“But that’s not why we’re here today!” Jiji bravely restarted the conversation.

“Yeah, right!” Aira chimed in, nudging Okarun with her elbow. “We have a question!”

“And for just one question, all of you had to come.” Seiko said flatly as she lit a cigarette, clearly sensing this was going to be a long talk.

The group turned to Okarun, waiting for him to speak.

“I…” He hesitated, then corrected himself. “No, we are worried about Ayase-san. Something’s up with her, and she won’t talk to us about it.”

“Is she…sick or something?” Rin asked cautiously.

Seiko sighed deeply.

“No.” The wave of relief that washed over the teenagers’ faces might have been amusing, if the subject hadn’t been so serious. “Momo is perfectly healthy.”

“Then what’s wrong with her?!” Aira blurted out. “She’s been acting off for days!”

Seiko closed her eyes briefly, and the teens held their breath, bracing for the worst.

“It’s almost Christmas.” She said quietly.

Okarun blinked, confused. Did he hear that right?

“So what?” Kinta broke the silence, voicing what they were all thinking.

Turbo Granny caught the lingering gloomy tone in Seiko’s voice, and if she learned something in all these years as a spirit, was how to identify grief.

“You see, Momo’s parents died on Christmas Eve.”

…

When she was just a seven years old child and her parents asked what she wanted for Christmas, Momo said that she wanted to visit her grandmother in Kamikoshi.

During normal days traffic was already bad enough, let alone holidays. So the initial answer was “no”. And because of that, Momo cried at her pillow almost every night until Christmas Eve, when her mother entered her room, and told her to bring warm clothes to Kamikoshi.

She couldn’t be happier inside a warm car with her parents, singing Christmas jingles and asking her mom and dad what some words mean, and why they were being sung like that.

The white snow was falling outside, it was a beautiful sight. Momo would have a white Christmas with her whole family.

Or so she thought.

Everything happened so fast, that she didn’t know what hit them.

She yelled as the car turned around a few times, finally coming to a stop when it hit the guardrail. Her brown eyes couldn’t focus and her ears were ringing, she could barely distinguish the static coming from the radio and cries for help outside the car.

“Mama?”

What happened?

“Papa?”

It hurts.

“Mama! Papa!”

It hurts so much!

“Say something, please!”

She looked outside, there were shadows going from one side to the other, but the last thing that she saw before passing out was the snow piling outside of a broken window.

.

.

.

When she opened her eyes again she was laying in a bed, white sheets, a gown that she didn’t remember owning, and white walls…her bedroom was pink…did they arrive at her grandma’s house?

But why did no one wake her up? She wanted to chat with grandma and give her the drawing that she made as a present…but she was so, so sleepy…

“Grandma…”

Someone took her hand. It was warm.

“I’m here, Momo. Don’t worry.”

“...Okay…Grandma…” She closed her eyes, but her grandmother’s hand never left her small one. She smiled before drifting to a dreamless sleep.

…

“It was snowing, and the driver of the other car was driving too fast, so he lost control of his car and crashed into five other cars, one of them belonged to Momo’s parents.” Seiko continued, her voice distant as she absently played with the ashes in the ashtray.

“The car overturned, and they died during the crash, it was a miracle that Momo got away with only the injury caused by the seat belt holding her in place…well, now that I know that she has psychic powers, I would say that her powers were activated during the situation to protect her, and got sealed when she was safe again.”

No one said a word, so she continued.

“After their deaths, she came to live with me in Kamikoshi. She’s usually bold and strong-willed, but around this time of year…” Seiko trailed off, her gaze softening. “It always brings her back to that day, I guess.”

Turno Granny stared at the floor, she knew how to comfort the souls of the young girls who lost their lives violently, but did she know how to do it for the living ones? For Momo?

“I don’t know what she is thinking. Maybe she thinks that her parents' death is her fault, but Momo never talked about it with me.” The medium said with a sigh, finally meeting the group’s eyes. “She cried twice in front of me, and it was when I told her about her parents and during their burial. After that, no more tears, but she does space out like this every year, it’s just that this year…it’s worse for some reason…”

She paused, taking in the teenagers' solemn faces. 

“I hope you can stay by her side.”

And before the last word had fully left Seiko’s lips, Okarun was already moving. He bolted to the front door, leaving his shoes behind, knowing he wouldn’t need them. He flung the door open and sprinted into the cold night, heading straight for the place he knew Momo would be. The others followed a second later, their footsteps quickly swallowed by the darkness.

Seiko slowly stood and moved to the door, leaning against the frame.

“You don’t need to worry, Granny.” she said softly, sensing Turbo Granny’s presence beside her. “Those kids have got this. I’m sure of it.”

…

“It’s going to snow.” Momo murmured absentmindedly, coming to a halt as she gazed up at the dark sky.

This is so depressing…

It’s not that she dislikes the snow, but it still brought memories that she would rather forget about…not that it was possible anyway. Maybe she should ask Aira to knock her in the head to see what happens…

She sighed. That was one stupid idea, her mood was really affected by the nearing holiday. There was no way to forget about Christmas when every nook and cranny was decorated with green, red, twinkle lights and Christmas trees. Also, she wanted so badly to spend the holiday with her grandmother, Turbo Granny, with her friends. 

With Okarun.

But…was she allowed? Was she allowed to celebrate?

Truth be told, she didn’t remember a lot about her childhood before coming to live with her grandmother, and if it wasn't for the photos, she wouldn’t even remember her parents' faces, but the memories of the accident were intact.

If she hadn’t asked to come to Kamikoshi that day, the accident wouldn’t have happened and her parents would be alive.

Momo knew that she had been acting weirdly these last days, that her boyfriend and friends were worried about her, and rationally speaking, she shouldn’t feel like that, if someone was wrong was the driver who caused the accident, but still, it was difficult to just accept that when the “what if’s” came to mind.

And after seeing and fighting ghosts for most part of the year, Momo couldn’t stop but wonder if her parents were still here somewhere, if her parents turned into some kind of entity - maybe something like Mai was before?

Were they…waiting for her?

Momo slapped her cheeks with both hands, startling a few passersby who gave her odd looks. She didn’t care. She couldn’t afford to think like this. It wasn’t like her at all. And it’s not like she wanted to die or anything…still…

“This sucks.” She muttered, gritting her teeth. “What if’s fucking suck!”

All that Momo wanted was…

“Ayase-san!”

…to spend time together with the people that she cared for, but she was scared.

“Okarun? Wh-”

Before she could ask what was happening, Okarun wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

…

Okarun was grateful that Turbo Granny had decided to share her powers with him again. It meant he could fight alongside his friends, no longer just being a burden to them. But right now, as he held Ayase Momo in his arms, he felt more thankful than ever for the old granny’s power.

Using the curse's speed, he had reached her faster than he could in his human form. And honestly, who cared if he was barefoot in the middle of a busy street in winter? He certainly didn’t.

Leaving Momo alone for even another second—that’s what he couldn’t bear.

“Okarun?”

Her voice was soft, confused. Usually, he’d walk her home, their hands intertwined, sharing a conversation, laughing at something silly. But he never hugged her like this—out of nowhere, and definitely not in public.

“How did you know I left early?” she asked, though she made no move to pull away from him.

“I didn’t.” came his muffled reply, his face buried in the curve of her neck.

Momo hummed.

“And you’re barefoot.”

“...I was in a hurry.”

That made her laugh.

“Don’t laugh!” Okarun exclaimed, cheeks burning red as he finally lifted his head to look at her. Now that she mentioned it, he felt a bit self-conscious. But seeing her laugh—even if it was at his expense—warmed his heart.

“You don’t have to walk me home every time. I’m pretty tough, you know.”

“I know! But I…I was worried!” Okarun said, his words carrying more weight than just concern for her safety. Momo probably understood the double meaning.

Without thinking, she leaned her forehead against his shoulder and sighed, tired.

“I actually talked with Seiko-san.” He admitted, knowing he couldn’t lie to her.

“Of course you did.”

“...Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I guess I’ve been too stubborn.” Momo said quietly. “I should’ve just told you what was on my mind.”

“Are you okay?” Okarun asked softly, his hands resting on her back, pulling her closer.

In response, Momo gripped the front of his school uniform tightly. 

“I am.”

“Ayase-san…”

“I am, really. It’s just that…” She paused, searching for the right words to explain her tangled emotions. “...I keep wondering if it is okay to be happy with everyone? Will something happen again?”

Okarun’s eyes widened. Oh…so that was the problem.

“My parents died because they wanted me to be happy during Christmas…sometimes I wonder if I robbed them of their happiness. If I cut it short.” Momo spoke slowly, as if weighing each word. Okarun stayed quiet, letting her finally share what had been weighing on her. “And I know that it’s ridiculous to think like this when the wrong one was the dude who caused the accident.”

If I had just asked for a doll or whatever as a present…

“But every year when Christmas is just around the corner, I can’t help but doubt if I’m not as guilty as the other driver.”

Am I allowed to be happy?

“Back then, all I wanted to do was spend the holidays with my family. All my family. My parents. Grandma. But look what happened.”

She wasn’t crying, and Okarun didn’t know if it was bad or not, right now, Momo was just telling him what had been in her mind so far. So he just kept holding the girl.

“I…” The girl gulped. “...I guess that every year I wish for the same thing, but I’m scared to wish to be with everyone and something like that…happens…again…”

…

It felt good to let it all out.

Momo felt like she could breathe again after so many years. And being held like that by the person that she loved was comforting.

“Ayase-san…” It was the first time that Okarun spoke after hearing what was on her mind. “...are you dumb?”

One. Two. Three.

It took her brain 3 seconds to process his words.

“Hahhhh?! What did you just say?!” She yelled, pushing away from her boyfriend and almost instantly regretting the loss of warmth. “Here I am pouring my heart out to you, and all you can say is that I’m dumb ?!”

Okarun adjusted his glasses, but the irritation was clear on his face. He wasn’t usually one to get angry, but something had clearly struck a nerve.

“It wasn’t your fault Ayase-san!” He said almost exasperated, something that Momo saw just once, back at when she tried a risky move against the alien who could carve out the space. “And how could you even guess that an accident would happen?!”

She couldn’t rebut it, because her rational side knew that it was impossible to predict such things.

“Ayase-san.” His voice saying her name was gentle again, it just wasn’t in his nature to stay angry for a long time, and Momo was glad for that. “If you wish to be with everyone, just say it.”

The girl bit her lips.

Was that okay? What if…

He reached for her hands, clasping her cold fingers in his warm grip.

“It’s okay.” He reassured her gently.

Oh…did she just voiced her thoughts?

“There’s no what if’s here.”

“Can I…?” Her voice wavered with hesitation, but Okarun smiled and nodded.

“Just say it. Be selfish for once, because I know—everyone knows—how much you care about us.”

She gasped softly at his words. And for the first time in years, tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over.

“MOMO!!!”

They didn’t even have the time to turn around to see what was happening, because one second it was just her and Okarun, and the next they were tackled to the ground by Aira, Jiji and Vamola.

“Momo!” Vamola cried again, her arms around the brunette’s neck.

“You are a real skank, Momo!” Aira yelled beside the alien girl, eyes red and puffed,  “Just say something!”

“YEAH! I mean, the ‘just say something’ part, not the ‘skank’ part.” It was Jiji’s turn to join the chaos, his bigger stature over Okarun who was face planted in the floor. “Just share your worries with us!”

“Aren’t we friends, Momo?!” The pink haired girl said with a frown. “We care about you!”

Momo’s eyes widened at Aira’s words.

“Wahhh! What are you guys doing?!” Rin cried upon arriving at the scene just to see five of her friends scattered on the cold sidewalk. “Did you guys seriously just jump on her?! We are in public!”

Their bubble popped, and they finally remembered that yes, they were in public, and that people were staring at them disapprovingly for causing ruckus in the middle of a busy commercial street.

“How dare you guys run giving one hundred percent, when I can muster just ten percent.” Kinta arrived last, gasping for air, still, Momo was a little bit touched that he cared enough to keep running. “Why are you guys like that?”

Momo started to laugh at the same time that some tears started to fall from her eyes. She could feel her boyfriend and friends staring at her with shocked expressions, but the situation was looking so ridiculous that Sakata of all people was the one pointing it out (not that she could fault him for that). However, who wouldn’t think weirdly at a bunch of teenegers laying on the floor when the weather was cold?

“A-Ayase-san?”

Okarun was right. She cared about all of them, enough to overthink whether she was allowed to be happy. But it was a two-way street. They cared for her, too—enough to sprint through the cold night to scold and reassure her.

Why had she been so worried in the first place?

She didn’t even know anymore.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Momo finally responded to her friends’ words.

“Thank you.” She said from beneath the weight of Vamola and Aira. “I love you guys.”

Thank you for caring.

They stared at her for a moment before breaking into smiles.

“Of course.” They all replied in unison.

Thank you for being my friends.

“Now, I would really appreciate it if you get off of me.” Momo said, her voice strained. “I mean, people are staring…”

"Oh, stop complaining!" Aira shot back, though she begrudgingly began to stand. "It's your fault anyway, skank!"

“Hah! I didn’t ask to be jumped on!” Momo yelled from the floor, still stuck there as Vamola slowly got up. "How is that my fault?!"

"Now, now, Aira, don’t be like that." Jiji chimed in, coming up beside the pink-haired girl. "You were so worried about Momo, you were practically crying on your way over here."

"N-no, I wasn’t!" Aira stammered, her cheeks flushing pink as she started walking away, but Jiji followed, teasing her relentlessly. "Nonsense!"

"She’s not cute at all..." Momo muttered under her breath.

A hand suddenly appeared in front of her, and when she looked up, she saw Rin standing there, offering to help her up.

"She has her own way of showing she cares, Ayase-san." The class rep said calmly, pulling Momo to her feet.

"I know." She assured softly. "And I'm sorry for making all of you worry."

"You don't need to apologize, but please, lean on us when you need to." The girl replied with a warm smile.

"Yes! Call on me for anything, Young Ayase-san!" Sakata struck a dramatic pose before sprinting off, as if making a grand exit.

Rin just chuckled and began following the others, leaving Momo with Okarun. After all, she had a feeling they still needed some time alone.

"Okarun..." Momo called softly, turning to look at the boy who seemed a bit shy after his antics in the street. "I...I want to have a Christmas party."

Okarun blinked in surprise at the sudden declaration, but his expression quickly softened. He smiled and reached out to take her hand. Momo immediately intertwined their fingers as they started walking again.

"Is that so?" He asked, his tone warm.

"And I want to invite everyone."

"Okay, I can help with the invitations."

"...You're coming, right?" Momo asked, her voice quieter now.

"Of course. I'll be the first one there."

Momo grinned, her heart swelling with a warmth she could hardly contain. There was only one way to express what she was feeling. Without warning, she stopped in her tracks and gently tugged Okarun closer.

“Ken.” She could practically see the moment his brain short-circuited.

"A-Ayase-s—"

His words died on his lips as she pressed hers to his. The kiss was brief, but it left Okarun's face bright red—though Momo’s cheeks were burning too. 

Laughing at his dazed expression, Momo tugged him along again, stopping a few steps later to gaze up at the first snowflakes of the season. A White Christmas.

"M-Momo!" Okarun suddenly stammered.

Now it was her turn to be taken aback. Despite his face being beet red, Okarun stood tall beside her. This time, she felt the blush creeping all the way up her neck.

"W-what?! Are you really saying my n—"

But before she could finish, Okarun leaned in, catching her off guard with a kiss of his own. It seemed like he was learning how to surprise her now, but who was she to complain when her shy boyfriend decided to make the first move?

When their lips parted, Okarun didn’t pull away entirely. Instead, he rested his forehead against hers, gazing into her warm brown eyes.

"Now you're just copying my moves." Momo teased, but her smile didn’t falter.

"Well...sorry." Okarun replied, a bit shyly.

"I'm not really complaining, though."

He nodded, unsure of what to say next, but Momo didn't mind filling the silence.

"Thank you, Okarun." She whispered softly.

Okarun smiled and gently tightened his grip on her hand.

"Any time, Ayase-san."

Thank you for being here.

"Ah! Why are you calling me that again?!" She suddenly exclaimed, pulling back slightly but never letting go of his hand.

"It’s your name!" He retorted, adjusting his glasses with a slight frown.

"Wahhhh! Momo!" Vamola’s voice cut through the moment from afar. "Jiji transformed! The snow’s too much for him!"

"Takakura! Let’s fight!" Evil Eye shouted, pointing dramatically at Okarun.

"You’re such a pain in the neck!" Aira groaned, clearly irritated.

"Huh? What’s that?!" Rin asked, looking bewildered, the only one unaware of Jiji's Evil Eye transformation. "Is he some kind of vampire too?!"

"And you’re a pain, too!" Aira snapped at her.

"Where’s my Kintabot when I need it?!"

As the chaos unfolded, Momo and Okarun exchanged tired looks, both barely holding back exasperation.

"Let’s go?" Momo asked with a sigh.

"Yeah..." Okarun muttered, already anticipating the headache to come.

Still, despite the madness, Momo found herself at ease. No matter what kind of chaos her friends got into, she liked things just the way they were.

"Evil Eye, today’s Thursday, not Tuesday!" Momo called out as she and Okarun walked away, their hands still firmly clasped.

Thank you all for being here.

Ending notes:

So, first: The manga/anime implied that Momo lost her parents, that's why she went to live with Seiko, and I wanted to explore it a little bit. I really don't think that Momo would think that the accident was her fault, but I can see her overthinking about it anyway, but she does have great friends, and I know that they would be there for her.

Second: For this story I wanted Okarun to still have his powers, so I had to made Turbo Granny come back. But I really think that she went out in a adventure to try to help Momo to go back to her original form.^^''

Well, I had fun writing the oneshot, and I hope that you liked it too.^^

See you guys!

P.S: English is not my native language, so I'm sorry for possible grammar/spelling mistakes.

[momo-roo]

Asked my facebook followers for 6 characters that remind them of me and these were their answers.

The fact that I got Bakugo but not Midoriya and Dib but not Zim shows how well they actually know me.

(Also, did you know that in the Spanish dub, Turbo Granny and Zim have the same voice actress?)

[veryace-ficrecs]

DanDaDan Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

joined in unholy matrimony by saffroncassis - Rated T

“So, have you guys made any progress on breaking your grandma’s curse?” Momo looks up at him, finally opening the wrapper around her yakisoba-pan. She takes a big contemplative bite before she responds. “Yeah, still don’t know what you’re talking about. Granny Seiko’s not cursed?” “No, the one stuck in the lucky cat. Turbo Granny. Must be super hard for the two of them, being apart like that, huh? What a tragic romance—” “HUH?”

5 times the kids thought grandma Seiko and Turbo Granny were married + 1 time Seiko sort of wished they were.

"What's a Schlong?" by Reapergenesis32 - Rated T

In which a young Okarun encounters Turbo Granny a lot earlier and gets his own quirky grandma.

here's my number! (so text me maybe?) by kkomaism - Rated G

When Momo gets a phone, the first thing she does is to ask for Okarun's number. Afterwards? Well, they're friends, aren't they? And friends text each other all the time. Besides, it's easier to talk to Okarun like this, and class is always boring anyway, so really, it's a win-win situation.

You can't miss something that was never yours (Can you?) by wipodu - Rated G

Even if it wasn't his power, it had been a part of him. And now it isn't.

Quit kicking me under the table by fresh_idiot - Rated T

"Are you staying for dinner?" Momo says instead of replying, the continuing rattling of the bus in motion along the highway answer enough. "I hadn’t thought about it," Okarun says, but he’s looking at her feet as he speaks, and sometimes Momo really wishes he’d cut this shit out. "So think about it," she says flatly, jostling him again. --- Friendship's a bit like water on a hot stove, Momo's learning; it only boils once you finally forget to keep staring at it.

Is Mothman an Alien? by IvyCpher - Rated G

While hanging out one day, Momo has a question that she thinks only Okarun can answer.

Momo, a priceless friend by Misss_Royal - Rated T

After Momo hears something she doesn't like, she will go straight to teach some fools a lesson on behalf of her friend.

A Sunlit Dream by kkomaism - Rated T

Maybe Momo didn't walk fast enough. Maybe she wasn't angry enough to pick a fight with the bullies. Regardless, bullying cases weren't common, but they were certainly not uncommon either, and Momo... well, she's had a bad day. Beating up some random thugs wouldn't make her feel good; at best, they'd probably hesitate to hit a girl. Or, In another world, maybe Momo didn't go into the classroom and sit in front of that strange boy. In another world, the magnet found its mark.

Empty Nesting by SoOOCitsOC (ReadmemyWrites) - Rated G

Maybe- and she hates to sound like an old sentimental hag, but in the quiet she can swallow her pride without shame- …Maybe she missed the families she made.

What Does the Future Hold? by senior_peon - Rated G

A young Momo Ayase begs her grandmother to tell her who she'll marry in the future.

Healing by RelPointC - Rated T

Seiko has discovered the perfect technique to heal her strained relationship with her granddaughter.

Star Child by OctoberSeventeenth - Rated G

Seiko ponders about the teens as well as her own youth and Momo’s and Ken’s relationship

Movie Magic by Toggle1 - Rated T

Momo and Aira decide to spend their Saturday at the mall for a nice little shopping trip, sadly, things get derailed when they are dragged into empty space. However, they don't seem to be the targets of these invaders, so what is going on?

Symbiosis by Dreamer372, ThatGirlWhoWantsToBeAwesome - Rated T

Takakura "Okarun" Ken is an anomaly. By all rights, he should be an angry, greedy, dark teenage boy who doesn't care about the world that turned its back on him. By all rights, he shouldn't be kind. So by all rights, she is going to keep an eye on him until he slips. She just never realized that he was watching her back. 5+1: Five times Turbo-Granny Noticed Okarun and the one time he Noticed her.

[ecargmura]

What's Turbo Granny looking at?

Wrong answers only.

[queenofcringe]

A study on SA portrayed in anime

TW: DISCUSSION OF SA AND CSA, PROCEED WITH CAUTION

Sexual assault is a common theme in anime. Today I will discuss well done and poorly done examples. I will mostly discuss Banana Fish but this includes spoilers for Dandadan, Berserk, Wicked City, Tokyo Revengers and Perfect Blue. This is not meant to bash any of these animes, I'm a fan of them. I just wanted to shed light on the subject.

I'm going to show you a collection of different pictures portraying SA in anime and I want you to take note of the difference between the ones on the right and the ones on the left.

Both left and right are from the same anime, however, the scene on the left serves for us to emphasize and sympathize with the character while the scene on the right shows the character being hurt and humiliated in a manner that could play into the viewers fetishes.

The left shows how traumatic and painful SA can be while the right pans over or focuses on the traumatized victim's body as if we are a voyeur. Tight shots of the victim's chest, thighs and mouth can be meant as erotic for the viewer. Sexualizing the victim like this can further dehumanize them.

Dandadan is a pretty egregious example. It seems to play into the male gaze with Momo's body portrayed in a sexual manor right off the bat during the SA scene. This is a common theme with Momo, the camera constantly pans up her body in a fanservicy way even though she's only 17. Sadly, that's common with most animes.

However, the scene with Turbo Granny was handled gracefully. I love the relationship between Okurun and Momo plus the animation is so beautiful for this show. I wish that the anime cut those weird, uncomfortable sexual scenes.

Lets move on to a male version, Ash from Banana Fish.

Similar to Momo, Ash is a victim of fanservice. I love Banana Fish and SA HAS been portrayed respectfully in this series, but not always. There are several scenes that show Ash being sexually abused. He has been a victim of this for most of his life, even as a child. It's awful to see and although I think it's important to show these scenes, to raise awareness, some feel a little redundant. Let's look at the scene where Ash gets gang raped in prison.

The camera pans over his defiled body, differing from the manga's rendition that is similar but just as effective.

There's also a whiplash like joke, similar to Momo joking about her virginity during the SA scene in Dandadan.

On the other hand, Banana Fish has some extremely impactful scenes dealing with Ash's trauma. They show sexual assault for what it is, something that has seriously messed up Ash's life to the point where he even gets triggered by the shutter of a camera.

After Ash gets raped by Foxx he is clearly distraught, refusing to be touched by even his friends (only Eiji being allowed to touch him.) Scenes like this emphasize effects of SA suffered by ACTUAL people remarkably well.

Next I'm going to talk about Berserk

Berserk oh Berserk

I keep flip flopping on how I feel about Berserk's portrayal of SA. It can be done well but also so poorly. Too often it feels excessive, or even worse fetishy. Other times, with Guts and Griffith's past, their sexual trauma is handled quite respectively. However, with Casca and other female characters it's a mixed bag. This scene with Casca is very similar to the scene with Ash. Like Ash, Casca reacts negatively to touch and is heavily traumatized. It's heartbreaking and makes you sympathize with Casca.

Unfortunately, the scenes which caused this reaction are really uncomfortable to see. I don't want to show them because they are 1. completely inappropriate and 2. Play into the sexualization of SA.

Which argues the next question. Can an SA victim be shown nude or partially unclothed and have it still be respectful.

The answer is yes.

Left is Miwa from Perfect Blue. This scene emphasizes the terror and panic she feels without humiliating her. It shows her unclothed but not in a manner that fetishizes her. Compare that with Makie from Wicked City on the right. Everything in this scene is meant to dehumanize her. The close up shot and voyeuristic approach of the scene being a few.

Tokyo Revengers did a perfect job focusing on the horrific results of SA without fetishizing or glamorizing it. SA was treated for what it is, a serious and heartbreaking event in this series.

What are your thoughts or opinions? Are there any anime that I missed? What bothers you about some anime SA representation?

[everythingseasoning]

Hi, I enjoyed your analysis of JJK and Turbo Granny. I'd love to hear your perspective on a specific topic.

Do you think Sukuna could be a potential r*pist? Some people believe he is, while others disagree. From my perspective, he doesn't appear to be a serial r*pist who would commit such acts at any moment, but he is certainly not above it like Kenny.

I just want to know ur pov on this topic?( Not asking for direct evidence).

Thank you :) I spent a lot of time thinking about those characters so that I could understand them better/understand them more deeply. Suguru Geto analysis here, Satoru Gojo analysis here, Turbo Granny analysis here.

I’ll talk about Sukuna, and talk briefly about some of the philosophical themes in JJK, below. TW: mentions of the word rape below (not at all graphic or detailed).

As for your ask… let me start by saying that I *have* to provide evidence, ahah. That’s the only way to form any credible opinion. And to answer your ask: Sukuna’s motivations are power, battle, a want to fulfill any and all desires that he has. He is chaos and destruction. He is taking and never giving. He lives for himself, and everything he does is in service of his own desires. He honors his homicidal and cannibalistic urges, and if he has sexual urges, then him being a rapist isn’t beneath him, and he would be one. I’ll explain: Sukuna has little to no morals at all; he steals the body of a 15 year old kid, threatens death to Yuuji, eats women and children, wipes out an entire city as collateral damage during his “fun little outing,” laughs when Yuuji has a mental breakdown over his own failures to save people, states that “any hierarchy not based on power is boring,” etc etc etc etc etc. Sukuna is undoubtedly evil, with no regard for anything but his own wishes, and possibly Uraume. So yeah, I wouldn’t put it past him to use and abuse women like that. He can massacre and eat them, he is devoid of empathy, and he has no inner convictions to be fair to others. I don’t see why he would have a higher moral standing when it comes to rape.

That being said, people might argue that Sukuna doesn’t seem to have sexual urges, saying that sex isn’t what interests him in the canon storyline. If that’s the case, he wouldn’t be a rapist. But I think that it’s quite possible that Gege just left that part out, cause let’s be honest, while there’s no mention of sex in JJK, alllll those adult characters being asexual is highly unrealistic.

Personally, I’ve never understood the romanticization of Sukuna. He’s inherently evil, and he didn’t have a tragic descent into villainy in the way Geto did. But perhaps it could be argued that in the same way Geto didn’t have total control over what he became, Sukuna didn’t have a choice in being psychopathic. (Still, we all should aim to be good, even if we don’t feel inclined to do so, or have less motivation to do so). Every single character in JJK is living by their own convictions, and the lines between “right and wrong” are often blurry, as it is in real life. Is it right to let Yuuji Itadori live, when he’s the vessel of Sukuna— allowing for the later destruction of Shibuya? Is it right to play on the villains side just to get revenge for your brothers, in the way Choso did? Is it right to kill all non sorcerers for a “better world” in the way that Geto did? (The answer for the last one is no, btw). These are just a handful of the many “is this right, or wrong?” questions that exist in Jujutsu Kaisen. And yet, even if you answer “no” to all of these questions, it’s impossible to deny just how understandable each character’s actions and convictions are, when you consider their background, and realize that people have their reasons for acting the way they do, and they oftentimes don’t know any better when they make mistakes.

Fanon and canon can be extremely different. I want people to enjoy their comfort characters. But if people want to participate in meaningful discussions, then I highly encourage people to look at characters as they canonly are, and recognize when they’re making a character OOC in their head. It’s fine for people to indulge in their interpretations of a character, and I’m not the police for that. But when mischaracterizing characters overrides the actual essence of a character in a character based discussion, and people preach about their visions, it gets a bit tricky, because we’re no longer seeing things from a thoughtful perspective, and that can lead to dismissing nuance and critical thinking. I think that learning how to better understand a character AND people, requires skills that we all should put in the effort to build, and I’m definitely learning to do that, myself!

It’s so lovely to hear from people in my inbox, genuinely a shot of dopamine. Thank you for stopping by!!

[m0ggers]

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[sickficideas]

Eeeeee ty for answering my dandadan ask!!!

Though I love both of them I'm a bit biased towards okarun so Ill focus on him (tho I might come back for momo later)

Curious about when the random fevers started after he started transforming, how did discovering that side effect go? When did they start, and how often do they happen, and any other details you have about them? How worried do people get about him too

I am a sucker for fevers, esp when someone does the tender hand on forehead check it's so cute, and the thought of momo (or anyone else) feeling okarun's forehead got me giddy

- danon (dandadan anon lol)

DANON.....that's like the perfect name welcome back!!! This is kind of related to that fic I'm writing so I've already thought about this a lot and am very happy to answer LOL...

- 12-24 hours after Okarun transforms is when the fevers usually start and they started pretty much right away after gaining that power. The first few times he didn't transform for any great length of time and as a result just dealt with drawn-out low grade fevers where he just feels terrible and doesn't know why.

- Momo notices the change in behavior because she watches him like a hawk and is The Overthinker...he's always tired and seems sore and slow the day after using his Yokai form but she doesn't usually connect that it's a fever. A few times she notices he has a fever, she's nervous about taking care of him but (forcefully) makes sure he's drinking water and taking medicine lol💖

- It Slowly starts to get worse though...the longer he uses that form, the worse he feels after, and the change is sudden and drastic enough for Momo to notice that something is very wrong. He's visibly stumbling or ends up passing out, maybe even hallucinating (Momo always worries it's real, after all, who knows what all these aliens are capable of). If she's ever concerned to any degree she makes him come home with her (and her excuse is always that she'll be too worried about him not taking enough care of himself that she won't be able to sleep...not cause she's in love with him or anything pshhh...)

- I love the idea of one day he's so sick from it that he can hardly lift his head, he's in Momo's room on a mattress on the floor, she thought he was acting weird at school but it seemed like he completely fell apart as soon as they got home 😭 She ends up involving Seiko and she deduces pretty quickly that it's Turbo Granny's power's fault (to which Turbo Granny has no input because how could she have known this was a side effect lol)

- They never last long though, never more than 12-24 hours, and he always feels fine after no matter how bad the fever was, and Momo is always keeps an extra close eye on him in case he's lying to avoid her worrying about him lol...she's checking his forehead all day long and she does Not Care how many times her friends tease her for it!!

- The Gang coming around obviously joins in on the concern...Jiji noticing that Okarun isn't feeling well and Okarun begging him to not tell Momo (Jiji does not listen, he Will be telling Momo), and Aira being overprotective too (to Momo's dismay), Okarun is so glad that he has friends that care about him like this but he's embarrassed and shy about the attention lol💔💔