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Father and son
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creativenicocorner · 10 hours
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creativenicocorner · 11 hours
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Do you ever think about how the show emphasizes Reigen and food constantly. All the time. He's constantly eating and it's how he shows affection to Mob, and it's how he apologizes to Mob for prioritizing clients over him, and it's how he desperately tries to win Mob back over when he crosses the line with him. He's practically begging him not to be mad despite the fact he dug his own grave. And when he's at his lowest it's very clearly emphasized that he's not eating. Hunger is used to constantly emphasize Reigen's need for connection and how he connects with people and it always makes me insane. The first time we see Reigen being an actually pretty good mentor to Mob is when he's eating, so many of the times we see Reigen do the right thing is related to trying to provide for people the only way he knows how to do without messing it up. I don't know where I'm going with this because I haven't analyzed it nearly enough, but god is it so interesting. One day I'm gonna sit down and study food symbolism in mp100 but for now I am just trying to get my Thoughts together. What is up there. I love this show
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creativenicocorner · 16 hours
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A little nonsense blurb to try and make something productive out of my own rude awakening. Don't know if I'll use it for Glow Worms or Refrigerator Problem, or maybe it'll forever live here on tumblr - whose to say.
something something venting with country boy Reigen? Kind of?
Reigen hadn't gotten much sleep. It seemed he hardly managed to sleep as much as he'd like. Yet this time, with the joy of knowing he didn't have to do anything the following day, Reigen allowed himself to enjoy the night and stay up as much as he wanted.
Reading, watching multiple movies, and so on.
It was rare for a city to be so quiet, and that was the magic of three in the morning. When everything became more subdued. Velvety. If he closed his eyes, he could even relax. Not only that, but with three in the morning came the insurmountable joy that no one needed him, would call on him, or expect him to do Anything.
And just like that, everything was wonderful.
Then the crack of dawn seemed to appear, a shocking affair despite it happening everyday. Life slowly stretched awake. The sun's rays oozed between skyscrapers and buildings on its trajectory higher and higher into the sky. And there was a peacefulness in this too that Reigen greatly enjoyed.
Until the nerves hit. Followed by a construction crew working on the building next door. The racking sounds that made his skin grate against his tendons. It felt like a bee maliciously buzz sawing against his nervous system.
Reigen tossed and turned, shoved his head into the pillow, dipped deeper under the covers that did nothing but make him feel too hot.
The construction showed no signs of stopping. Which made logical sense, of course, after all they had only just begun. That didn't mean he had to LIKE it.
Everything felt LOUDER.
Not even closing the window and shutting the blinds helped.
"Why did I ever move into the city," Reigen bemoaned. He groaned, and resigned himself to a horrible morning.
Staring up at the ceiling with blood shot eyes, Reigen wondered what was better: constant unstopping noise, or being teased with silence only for some other sound to come in and hit his mind with a steel chair, metaphorically speaking.
He had no answer, only a sneaking suspicion that perhaps they weren't constructing a building, but were in fact summoning the noisiest demon known to human history.
Then, a while or so later, Reigen sat up and looked around his room. He realized he could breathe easier. That the world wasn't so grating.
"Ah," said Reigen to nobody, "the noise stopped." He sunk back down, relief filling him from head to toe letting out a full lunged sigh.
Silence. Blissful quiet. Reigen folded his hands over his stomach and stared up at the ceiling. Perhaps he could trick himself into daydreaming about looking up the underside of trees. Or birdcalls.
Oh man, he thought, a kingdom for a hammock.
He closed his eyes and tried to hone in on the pigeons that had just passed. A smile tugging at his lips. He could doze to this. Drift to that land of slumber he had neglected during the actual hours of slumber.
That's when the jackhammer started up. This was followed by someone vacuuming upstairs. The added metallic screeching of some unearthly monster, perhaps. A car alarm entered the picture at some point.
Reigen felt like crying. He settled for screaming internally instead.
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Reigen is a Discworld Witch
Part of Reigen’s bit as a ‘psychic’ is that he finds people with problems that they have attributed to Cursed Spirits, such as, lack of sleep, stiff shoulders, etc. and solves them with conventional means.
Only calling on Mob, or Serizawa when a spirit is actually the problem.
This is similar to how witches work in the Discworld series, only they can actually use magic.
Witches like Granny Weatherwax avoid using magic as much as possible, mostly using headology (psychology), Boffo (basically kayfabe) and their skills, only resorting to magic when absolutely necessary.
Now that I think about it Reigen uses a lot of Boffo in his work too.
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creativenicocorner · 3 days
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Papercraft Reigen! I've had that gray paper for a while, and I really like it, but unfortunately hadn't found an opportunity to really showcase it. This piece seemed like the perfect chance to do so! Doesn't Reigen look stylish doing his beautifully-patterned spin!
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creativenicocorner · 3 days
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( 。-ω- )(◦`~´◦)
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creativenicocorner · 3 days
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Someone got VERY nervous before their first kiss right at their workplace hehe
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creativenicocorner · 4 days
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Laurel - Walter Crane, designer - 1911 - via The V&A Museum
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the ache of nostalgia
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creativenicocorner · 6 days
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Buon 25 Aprile!
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creativenicocorner · 6 days
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Chapter 9: “I Don’t Know” (Part 2.2) Arrow
Fic Summary: A strange case takes Reigen and Serizawa to a small (intimately so, a detail Reigen might be hesitant to comment on) village North in the mountains, where they quickly discover things are far stranger than they both realized. Not only that, but they might be more than just a little out of their depths.
Nature, the past, it all has a way of being heard - even to those reluctant to listen.
Reblogs, Comments, and Kudos are deeply appreciated ♡ (manga cap from Daisuke Igarashi’s ‘Little Forest’)
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creativenicocorner · 6 days
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daily reminder that boycotting is not a moral stance but a political strategy, so the whole “there’s no ethical consumption under capitalism” argument is not the gotcha you think it is
you can refer to BDS if you’d like a list of companies to focus your efforts on. you can refer to this website if you’d like to become more conscientious about what you’re buying and check for brands/products to avoid.
*please note that i am a palestinian who has been boycotting my entire life. do not try to explain to me in the tags or reblogs or replies what a targeted boycott is or complain about giving up your comfort for something that you (incorrectly) believe does not make an impact. being quiet is free. exercise your right to remain silent today.
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