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It's time.

Alright, this is gonna be a long one. Not only am I covering the canon, mainline game Sonic, but his offshoots as well. Specifically, I will be covering Sonic in the mainline games, the Paramount movie version, Sonic Prime, and a tiiiiiiny tiny little itty bit of Archie. IDW is, from what has been implied as of the past about year and a half, canon; and it will be treated as such (with some caution, of course.), so it's not going to be handled separately.

Let's do this.

Alright, let's start as early as absolutely possible. There have been several, several statements regarding Sonic's age; the earliest of which was courtesy of our good old friends over at...

There would be a certain (mildly loud) funny video here, but Tumblr's weird barely present copyright protection probably kicked in. Anyways...

In the Sonic The Hedgehog cartoon, also known as SatAM, we get 2 tidbits of information. In the 2-part special called Blast From The Past, we see that Sonic and Sally are about the same age, both being kids of just about equal maturity. Later, in episode 24, Sally states that her age is 16. So, far as we could tell, Sonic was 16, or around that range. Now, we know that these cartoons aren't canon, but they definitely did have an influence over the canon of the series. Fun fact for you, Sonic's love of chili dogs was made up by the cartoons, and later adopted during the modern era by the games. Ain't that neat?

Chili dog related tangent aside, this was the only source we had for Sonic's age at that point. I've seen some say that he was stated to be 15 in the manual for Sonic 2, but upon trying to verify that claim I came empty-handed. The manual does mention Tails being 8, but no mention of Sonic's age as far as I could tell; and the same goes for every other Classic Series game. Except for...

Sonic Jam, the Sonic game absolutely no one cares about! In part because it's not much more than a game compilation and tech demo that served as the stepping stone for Sonic Adventure 1. Sonic Jam includes profiles for Sonic, Tails, Knuckles and Eggman. This is in both the Japanese and English version, and both contain ages for the characters! Tails is listed as 8, Knuckles as 15, and Eggman as "??" or Unknown, in the case of the English version.

This brings us to Sonic, who I will be using the Japanese profile for.

The part that says "年令" translates to "Age". So, here it says that Sonic ranges between 15 and 16... Whatever that means. In the English version, it just says 15. Either way, all these make sense for these games. Sonic's characterization back in the day was all in on the rebellious teenager angle, an effort to give him an air of edge and coolness that other platforming mascots didn't have, which did admittedly win people over during the heat of the console wars! Sonic was absolutely huge when the series was new, to a degree that other mascots just couldn't match up to. Of course, that dropped off over time, but that's a discussion for another day, and not on this blog. This blog is about gay sex, not the videogame industry.

So, Sonic is either 15 or 16, most likely 15. All is good here, everything lines up, other than maybe the fact that Amy was listed as 8 in the Sonic CD manual, but that's probably fine considering back then her crush on Sonic was treated as a one-sided admirer type thing, rather than an actual romantic interest (That was usually reserved for Sally in media that actually cared about that kinda thing, anyways.)

So, fast forward to the Dreamcast; Sonic gets a redesign! Longer limbs, green eyes, and overall less chibi-like and seemingly more mature appearance. So, you would assume he's older, right? After all, him an everyone else around him got the same treatment, except for Eggman who... Seemingly just became a smidge more realistic. A smidge, anyways. You can only be so realistic being shaped like Gru.

Well... Yeah! It would look like it, since no further statements about his age were made, and in the Archie comics, they actually aged him up a year to justify his change in design. Archie isn't canon, obviously, but it shows the direction that was taken; as the players aged, so did Sonic, no matter how much people got up in arms about the green eyes for some strange reason.

... And then Sonic Heroes came along.

Perfectly fine game, mind you! One of the more polarizing ones, sure, and some of the writing could have been a smidge better (specially on Amy's side of things), but overall not really anything egregious. But for our sake... This hellspawn was born.

Ah, the Sonic Heroes US manual. The root cause of incredibly stupid Sonic shipping discourse; as well as the really, really inaccurate Sonic Channel ages.

All vitriol aside, let's look at what it has to say about our blue blur.

... 15? Really? When our previous estimate was also 15-16? Are you actually telling me Sonic 1 to Heroes all happened within less than a year? Amy got aged up from 8 to 12, which... Either age would be a bit concerning considering they're still pushing the whole romantic interest thing, one-sided as it may still be. That aside, it makes no logistical sense for Sonic to still be 15 after he's literally physically shown to be older.

On top of that, this same manual ages Espio down from 17 (In the Chaotix manual) to 16, and Vector up from 16 to 20. Vector I can believe, but uh. Aging down isn't exactly a thing that most people do.

What's worse, this age was then listed in the official Sonic Channel website... Even after they made a game where the first thing you see is Sonic celebrating his birthday. Meaning he had to have been 14 before that game to stay 15, which is contradictory to say the least. Additionally, there's a potential time gap of 5 months between SA2 and Heroes, only ever referenced in the Playstation 3 PSN release of Sonic Heroes.

This age was never once modified, even after Sonic Forces' 6 month timeskip, meaning Sonic had a birthday party, was locked up for 6 months, and somehow didn't age a year during all that. Nor after the several infrastructure-demolishing incidents such as an entire city being flooded and wrecked, the planet being shattered into pieces, among others.

And you wanna know something funny? In Sonic Generations, Classic Sonic is explicitly stated to be Sonic from the past, which checks out considering how he behaves less maturely and is proportionally much smaller. And then in 2015, the Classic Sonic style guide comes out.

15.

15.

15.

Somehow. Some. Fucking. How. Classic Sonic is listed as 15... While Modern Sonic is listed as 15 too. Oh, Amy is also listed as 12, by the way. Despite that being her (ALLEGED) age in Sonic Heroes.

Unless they're from different universes or something, there's no way-

OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE

Yeah, so, Sonic Forces released 2 years after that guide. And it tried, emphasis on tried, to retcon Classic Sonic into being an entirely separate character. This was, however, later undone by Sonic Origins both re-establishing the Classic games as taking place in the past, on top of a TailsTube episode saying as such; that Classic Sonic is, indeed, from the past. It's even stated that Modern Sonic is who Classic Sonic grew up to be!

IDW doesn't make our job any easier, either. This is information from when the Tangle & Whisper story was ongoing;

However... I'd take it with a grain of salt, as it's from before IDW was considered canon, and back when Sega was much more strict on the mandates and what they did and didn't allow in Sonic media. Plus, this was still the age listed on Sonic Channel, before they removed it.

Oh yeah, that. Why don't we talk about that?

On October of 2022, all the ages on Sonic Channel were removed.

This... Was a good move. SonAmy is still being pushed ever so very slightly, with Amy's crush still being present in a recent short even if she's much more mature about it now, which would make their age difference less than ideal. On top of that, the ages really just didn't line up chronologically speaking.

So, where does that leave us now?

In this interview, Takashi Iizuka is asked about Sonic's age; to which he responds that "He's a teenager."

"Teenager" is a bit of a loose definition, probably on purpose. Generally speaking, the range for teenager ranges from anywhere to 13-19, to 13-21 depending on who you ask. Some people make the cutoff at 18, though that's almost never done when it comes to scientific material.

So, let's recap. Sonic is still considered a teenager, but he's always been considered one, all the way back from the Classic series. So, we can safely assume Classic isn't 15; either that, or he was, and the modern series takes place during anywhere from 2-6 years, which I could believe. Either way, he's at minimum about 13-14, as he's a younger version of Sonic who hasn't hit a growth spurt yet.

Then, we have anywhere from 1 to 2 canon birthdays for Sonic, depending on whether you count Runners as canon or not (which I would admittedly not at all fault you for not considering it canon, considering it's a mobile game; and a discontinued one at that), as well as a 6-month timeskip during Forces, potential 5-month timeskip during Heroes (which isn't the most unbelievable proposition or anything, considering it would be a bit weird if Shadow was presumed dead only to show back up like a week later), and a bunch of events that have caused severe structural damage to key locations in the world, namely during Sonic Unleashed and Sonic Adventure 1 as the 2 biggest examples. Oh, and Sonic Forces throwing absolutely everything into disarray on a seemingly global scale, which would take quite a bit of time to be fixed, specially considering that's still an ongoing process in IDW.

On top of all this, it's outright shown that these things don't just happen every week or whatever, things happen off-screen, characters get time off to do their own stuff, and from the looks of it, Murder Of Sonic The Hedgehog is canon, as nothing there conflicts with canon and it's officially endorsed. Which means WE HAVE YET ANOTHER FUCKING BIRTHDAY PARTY, FOR AMY THIS TIME.

Further proving the point i just stated, let's look at the geographical Prison Island. This is what it looks like in Sonic Adventure 2.

A big, mechanical prison complex made out of nothing but cold hard metal. Filled with robots, not a single trace of nature in sight. Said nature however is not too far from these military bases, though! These forests are also on the island.

So, these are the two main parts of Prison Island. Abundant nature, and military facilities. There's very little difference once the story progresses further, though, as the island...

Fucking explodes. (Clip from Sonic Adventure 2 Real-Time Fandub. Credit to SnapCube.)

So, why is this relevant? Well, we revisit this location in Shadow The Hedgehog! The game, not the guy.

As we can see, there is no longer any difference between nature and construct. The base has been completely abandoned, and overtaken by the nearby forests, with greenery sprouting all over it. Now, it's not impossible that plant life in the Sonic series grows a bit faster than real plants, but methinks that an entire military base doesn't get overtaken by nature this hard within a month. There's entire new trees, grass and plants growing all over what was previously pavement, not even the walls are safe! Every single area is either covered in toxic waste, plant life, or both. Plant life that, again, needs time to grow. So there's likely a pretty big chunk of time between Sonic Adventure 2 and Shadow The Hedgehog, even though they're only separated by 1 game, Sonic Heroes.

Add that to the many many reasons these things can't just happen on a week by week basis! On to my next point...

No, proportions don't really mean anything in terms of age. Sure, Vanilla is quite big, and so are the conductor and his wife, but Rouge is undoubtedly an adult and her proportions are more or less the same as everyone else. So all they help distinguish is between children (Tails, Cream) and non-children. In this exact screenshot we see that Vanilla is much taller than rouge, almost being at eye level with each other despite Rouge sitting on an elevated surface, while Vanilla is standing. This height difference is also present in the games, although we rarely get to see them next to each other.

So, all this taken into account, the fact Sonic has been a teenager since the Classic series, the fact there's been a few timeskips and at least 2 birthdays, several events that would need some time to recover from, specially with a still-ongoing recovery process after Forces, the fact Elise is allegedly 17 in 06 (which would make her whole romantic subplot with Sonic even more uncomfortable than it already is by default if he was any younger than say, idk about 16 years old at the least), among many other reasons that I may have forgotten to mention, the chances of Sonic being 15, hell, even 16 are very, very slim. At the very least, he's got to be about 17, and he could honestly be as old as 19 or 20 (depending on whether Iizuka meant he's of adolescent age or a teenager).

So, if you do still view Sonic as a minor, that's perfectly fine, and honestly believable; but with all these facts stacked up, as time goes on, it will be less and less likely that him being underage will be a real possibility. This isn't the Pokemon anime. There's actual structure, lore, and a proper sense of scale; and something like Sonic's age being frozen at 15-16 just wouldn't make any sense.

All this to say, Sonic is, most likely, no longer a minor. There's some wiggle room where he could be one, but 18-19 is the most likely option, specially considering how Frontiers was comfortable with pitching his voice down. Yes, it was for the sake of the game's tone, but Tails's voice for example didn't have that much of a difference to it, because he's a child and it would be weird for a character to sound so much older than they actually are- and this goes for Sonic too.

So, in conclusion, after extensive analysis and every source I could find for Sonic's age taken into account;

You can, most likely, fuck Sonic The Hedgehog.

...

BUT IT'S NOT OVER YET.

We need to take both his other iterations into consideration, as well as address characters whose fuckability status depends on him. First, the alternative versions.

Movie Sonic

This one's a kid. On top of acting much more immature and inexperienced, outright described as irresponsible- hell, Tom even says "Whether you wanna hear this or not, you're still just a kid. You've got some more growing up to do before you're ready to be the big hero". He acts like a kid, is referred to as a kid, and hell, it makes sense, the movies so far have adapted Sonic 1-3&K, the games where Sonic was still just starting out his adventures.

Prime Sonic

This one's... More uncertain. He's definitely quite immature and inexperienced; though he feels more... Reckless than anything else. More of an attitude problem than an age problem, really, considering how Amy and Shadow act, two characters who should be about the same age as him, but that act much more maturely for the most part.

This one's pretty up in the air, I'd say, considering how Prime seems to be comfortable having their own versions of the cast (going by how different Shadow seems to be and how he has seemingly no attachment to Rouge, who is one of the people he trusts the most in canon).

Oh yeah, I haven't watched season 3 yet, but I doubt it changes much of anything about this judgement.

THE SONIC-DEPENDENT ONES

THE ROBOT SONICS

While they're all likely able to consent (... Okay, Mecha MK. 1 is a bit more dubious on whether it's sapient), it would probably be unethical to fuck something that's made to look like someone who's a minor. While they were made when Sonic was definitely a minor, he isn't one anymore, and the resemblance is still there to pretty much the exact same degree, so there's really no ambiguity here.

You can fuck them. Go ham, robot-fuckers.

SCOURGE

Look, we're not covering the mess that Archie can be. But from what I gather, Sonic is, at most, 17 pre-SGW. And this is just an alternate version of that Sonic, who likely didn't go through all the uber weird shit that makes Archie Sonic's age a nightmare to deal with. So, no, unfortunately for a lot of you, you probably can't fuck Scourge. Fortunately, though...

SURGE

Surge's age is, according to this post by IDW artist and writer Evan Stanley, around Sonic's age. So, what goes for the hedgehog goes for the Tenrec, you can most likely fuck her. Go ham.

... Elise?

She was 17 during 06, and some time has passed since then, and it would be weird if she had any bigger of an age gap with Sonic, plus plenty of time has passed since 06, so... I guess you can? I don't see why you would, but power to you, I suppose. Can't judge.

MIGHTY AND RAY

These two have been here since SegaSonic The Hedgehog in the arcades, which happens even before Sonic 2 does! Ray is never once really implied to be young, no matter how much he may seem like Mighty's Tails equivalent (Which... He's not meant to be. He was made before Tails.), and he's most likely about even with Mighty, who is most likely the same age as Sonic, seeing how they're meant to be parallels (down to Sonic's sprites being rehashed for his sprites in Chaotix), and the Japanese manual for Knuckles' Chaotix listing him as 16.

They're here mostly because Mighty is a partial Sonic counterpart, and Ray tends to be anywhere that Mighty goes these days, so they might as well be treated as a package deal.

So, yes, you can most likely fuck them... Even if we have absolutely no idea what their modern versions look like. Seriously, where the hell have they been? At least we know they're fine, considering it's been stated that they're off on their own adventures these days.

Aaaand... That's it! That's all the Sonic-dependent characters I could think of, at least ones that I think don't really merit their own posts. TL;DR

Metal Sonic, Mecha Sonic, etc: Fuckable Scourge: Unfuckable Surge: Fuckable Elise: Fuckable Mighty: Fuckable Ray: Fuckable

The "Fuckable" marks should go with an asterisk, as Sonic's status is "Most Likely Fuckable", but still.

Phew. Finally done. I've spent pretty much all goddamn day writing this. Hopefully this is useful for someone. Hopefully. God knows it'll make my job easier.

I'll just go write the alt text and go eat something, this took... Way longer than I'd like to admit. See you when the post goes up.

Go ham, you beautiful horny bastards.

Edit: Future OP here! I had to remake this post because the DIC bit earlier somehow triggered some weird copyright stuff on Tumblr, basically hiding the post from anyone who isn't directly looking at the blog. In the meantime, I added that bit about Prison Island to further add to his potential fuckability. So his margin for being a minor is even smaller now! How fun! Anyways, now I'll be seeing myself out for the time being. Thanks, and have fun.

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic prime #paramount sonic #status: fuckable #metal sonic #mecha sonic #scourge the hedgehog #surge the tenrec #mighty the armadillo #ray the flying squirrel

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Taking a closer look at memoriae

As per blog brand, this is about TouNemu again. I'm gonna be analyzing and pointing out a handful of things about Touka and Nemu's personal memoriae as well as their flower field memoriae. I ended up going on a biiiit of a ramble about the hospital trauma again which makes the Touka section look longer than it is, since the hospital trauma applies to both. Welp, enjoy!

The only memoriae of theirs where they aren't together are their personals, the obligatory flower fields, and one on each side which had reasons outside of their control that kept them apart, btw. Which is just. Yeah, talk about being joined at the hip. I won't be doing the dual unit's personal because it's kinda bland honestly? As in the text doesn't really give us much to talk about or even gush about, it's just a literal description of what happens in Christmas String. I will however note that it features a book (diary) like Nemu's personal, but has the exact effect of Touka's personal. We will also be looking at both NA translations and fan translations of memo descriptions for picking apart purposes (and because I do not trust NA whatsoever).

SO! A Freedom for Just Me (NA: My Own Freedom) is Touka's personal memoria and the description reads as follows

The earth orbits the sun? That's a lie. The world is a big place? That's a lie. Seeing it on TV, on the internet, how can you be so sure? The only things I know are true? That the starry sky, and the things around me keep spinning. (NA)

It's a lie that the earth orbits the sun. It's a lie that the world is this big. I don't know if what I see on TV or the internet is true, but the starry sky is spinning. It revolves around me. This is the only thing that's true.

NA chose a very funny way of translating that last thing and I think it makes more sense if you take the JP version, because well the sky and things in it do "move" from our perspective (we are the ones moving mostly but shh). Nitpicking aside, let me dig into This Thing.

Firstly the image itself is VERY indicative of how Touka feels. Hospital bed, with an IV included, the night sky, and that dome thing that looks an awful lot like a cage. Yk like the ones she also has everywhere in her room! The title of the memoria is also very telling, and I think people often forget just how tightly tied Touka is to the idea of freedom and the feeling of being trapped (in a gilded cage but a cage nonetheless). This is part of why she doesn't usually listen to others, too. Let me take a look at the visual elements before the text, it'll tie together nicely.

Going element by element... There's the hospital bed and IV. That's a very specific combination, and part of the "cage" Touka feels trapped in, the IVs like chains on her body. Her illness has probably had her bedridden and hooked up to a bunch of machinery before, we saw a glimpse of that sort of thing from Ui in the anime. And really what else to do but to look up to the sky and envy the stars, who are free and bright and real? Something you can see.

There's this whole thing about being an inpatient at a hospital, especially a child, that I've mentioned but have never really elaborated on I think, which is the part where things stop feeling real and you yourself stop feeling real, stop feeling like a person. I've heard about it from child inpatients when volunteering at hospitals and it can be a little complicated to understand for people who've never been in a similar situation. I'm not sure how familiar other folks are with the routine of a child inpatient, because that's a big part of what causes this. The hospital trio have mentioned it offhandedly before (I believe it was Ui who may have mentioned it while they were making Sakurako?) but:

It's grueling for the mind of a child to live in a place that is so... white, largely impersonal, you're never really always tended to as children need to be (the nurses will do their best but there is only so much you can do), you often aren't allowed to go outside or do a lot of the things you want to do, even inside, plus dietary restrictions can lead to Not Great relationships with food (or apathy towards it) whether during the extended hospital stay or after. The routine is also No Good Very Bad for them because while routine is helpful for mental development in a way, the "rules" and routines established at home still leave room for variety in a child's day, and normally they're always learning new things and gathering new experiences. The learning new things does apply to Ui, however not so much to Touka and Nemu, and the new experiences gathered are. Um. Well. None, for the most part, because that's kinda the point of a hospital—to be a controlled environment, for the safety of the patients. But really, when they say their routine is something along the lines of "wake up, maybe go to school (the hospital class) if you feel well enough, go to bed"... they mean it. They do nothing else. And not all kids are lucky enough to be in a hospital that prepares special events or activities for them, and even then sometimes those are not enough. They can't replace freedom.

There's a special kind of boredom and seclusion that sets in after a while. You need to understand, these are children. Not even teenager-children, children (for however long they were hospitalized, which is implied to have been a long time, at minimum three years if the anime is accurate to that, but I believe they were there even longer than that solely based on context clues). Kids are not adults. Kids do not have the experience that adults or even teens do. Kids don't know the world around them yet. It can get to a point where they don't even remember anything before the hospital, and see, that becomes really surreal really fast. I'm not sure how to explain this part but the child very easily can start to feel completely disconnected from "the outside" and their world becomes very very tiny. This is also done in part to protect themselves, because it hurts. It hurts a lot to know you're not allowed to do and experience so many things, while every other kid is, especially if you're terminal and are convinced you won't get better. It is implied that at least Touka and Nemu were of that school of thought, which is not great. So it's common, especially for neurodivergent kids (like TouNemu), to dissociate HEAVILY. The amount of sensory deprivation and understimulation in hospitals is insane. You see how Nemu in her quotes is constantly talking about taking in the sounds and colors? Yeah, this is why. Touka does much of the same, but doesn't directly talk about it. Now add onto the mental and sensory stimulation issues the fact that these two are child prodigies and you have yourself a recipe for Way Way Worse Than Usual! That's why the internet isn't quite enough. Because while adults and non-inpatients have the experience and firsthand knowledge of the world around them, these kids don't. So even if you read article after article and watch video after video, all they are to you is 1s and 0s. Text/images on a screen. Not real. Touka states it almost explicitly, and Nemu… well I could go on about the usage of literature to cope. It's not your world, you don't recognize it as yours (resentment goes brrr).

ANYWAY back to the Touka personal! So, Touka feels chained to that bed. Next up is a related element! That dome thingy above the bed. A lot like a cage, I'd say it looks a lot like the upper half of a hanging birdcage with the... thing you hang it from removed.

With the perch being the bed. This really is the exact same type of cage she has in her room... and we're talking about a character with a bird doppel... SPEAKING of birds, these kinds of cages are proven to be absolutely terrible for them (any cage that is too small for an animal is absolutely terrible for them), due to how cramped they are (notice Touka also calls her world narrow and cramped). If a bird was never let out of its cage and grew up for years inside that cage... well assuming the hypothetical bird has the mental capacity of the child we're talking about, its outlook would not be much different from Touka's. It may also represent the hospital as a controlled environment. Those who are "bigger" and "know better" control what's inside the cage, what happens to the being held inside, and care for the being's basic needs (this can also relate to diet things). Much like child inpatients, the mental stimulation of pet birds is often ignored, whether because the owner doesn't care or because they're ignorant.

Then, lastly, the night sky and a shooting star/comet (I'm gonna assume it's a comet?). The sky is universal, everywhere in the world anyone can look up and we all see the same sky. For a kid in Touka's position, the night sky can feel much closer and more real than any other thing beyond the white walls. Filled with glittering jewels that turn out to be not only pretty but fascinating, with incredibly variety and mounting complexity the more you look into the field, and constellations, asterisms, comets, odd stars and planets, long etcetera. The cosmos is an infinite expanse, the gift that keeps on giving, it gives and it gives without end, and it never takes, never asks for anything, never states a price beyond Touka's time (which, arguably, is one's most precious gift to give, yes something something the amount of time TouNemu spend together). In this way, outer space is similar to Nemu in Touka's eyes (she connects these dots way later down the line, even later than she connects the "oh, space to me is what literature/writing is to Nemu" dots). You can see why Touka may become hyperattached to the whole outer space thing and why it may mean so much to her (possible autistic special interests aside).

The girl was withering away, feeling like life was not worth the pain and suffering she had to endure from her illness and the consequences of it (such as the inpatient status), and the stars gave her something to reach for, something tangible, something she could know and know for good. It doesn't change too fast to keep up with, it doesn't feel like it will ever leave her behind, it doesn't take anything from her, and it's ever-present. The text corroborates my words, essentially, so I don't think I have to go into how the text applies to Touka. The starry sky is all around her, and she knows it well. Like a mantle of comfort and reassurance. I don't think I have to spell out why Touka is so linked to freedom and why she values it so much, do I? Also the part about defying authority and being all, unyieldy about things.

Anyway we are going to do Touka's flower field memoria next, then we'll go for Nemu's personal and flower field. I'm not even gonna use the NA title for this one, because the JP one is better: A Longing for the Beyond.

The end of the universe brings the dark and vast eternal world of time to my tiny little cramped world. The end of the universe also creates the flow of time. I don't care if my brain cells overheat, I want to know everything. I will cherish what I learn, and it will make me a kinder person. (NA)

“My small and narrow world and the dark and long eternity of time. It is the end of space that has expanded the world. It's the end of the sky who made time flow by. I don't care if my brain cells overheat, I want to know everything. It will become a nice possession for me. That’s how I can become kind.”

So okay this one, being a flower field memoria, does not have much to it visually, however the title and text are interesting. The part about longing, I think I've covered somewhat in the previous memoria's analysis. Plus Touka and Nemu are both INCREDIBLY yearny. They pine and long and yearn so much, largely because they have so much love to give, they love so intensely and that is often a feature of those who have been deprived of something they desperately needed/craved for a good chunk of their childhoods. But we will discuss that AT LENGTH with Nemu's personal don't you worry. I have covered a good amount of the text for this one honestly (I am pointing at Touka calling her world tiny and cramped and referring to the cosmos as the thing that widened her horizons and expanded her perception of reality, it's vital to have anchors to prevent severe episodes of dissociation), so let me hone in on two-three things.

"I don't care if my brain cells overheat, I want to know everything."

This line can be easily glossed over as oh Touka's doing the sciency word thing again, but Hey, Let The Child Express Herself And Listen. This is part of the very foundation of what I refer to as her gladiator behavior. Yk every time she and Nemu show dangerous levels of curiosity and fascination with things, and that curiosity alone is enough for them to take on impossible challenges regardless of risk, for no real reward (or no guaranteed one) besides victory? Yep, that goes all the way back to this, and there is a root to that behavior, that attitude. It's a little like living your entire life with clipped wings, and then one day, something (the stars in this case) changes your life completely. You're able to glide and fly for the first time since you can remember. It's only natural that you'd want to fly higher and higher, experience more of that no matter how many times you fall or how bad the bruise is. If you frame it a certain way, it's the tale of Icarus all over again. Wiiiiith the difference being that Touka was better at wing construction and she blew up her wings on purpose to successfully propel herself to the stars (Chapter 8 my fucking beloved). Her ego kind of connects to this in a certain way too. Since, well, she connects more to the night sky, above everything on the ground. She stands closest to the stars, therefore on a pillar raised above the rest. This is only a very small part of the ego topic though, it has many contributing factors. Also have you ever noticed that Nemu is just like the night, just like the stars. Quiet, subtle, with its complexity glossed over by the average person until you take the time and care to look closer- cough.

The part about cherishing what she learns is also very true for Touka, you'll notice she greatly values knowledge as well as learning, but see how the JP refers to it as a possession. I feel like that applies to space specifically and how deeply important and personal her bond with it was back when she was younger. As we saw in her quotes, she's much more willing to share now than she used to be, which is a sign of growth (also the fact that Nemu of all people, who hates and feels guilty for asking basically anything, feels confident and sure enough to casually ask Touka about something like space that used to be a landmine back in the hospital… Also Has Meaning, but I am trying not to gush too much here). And now I'm trying to figure out how to tackle the last line about becoming kind. I think I should fetch something I said on Discord while going through TouNemu content in my brainrot containment zone:

And then I said:

she's trying, she wants to help, she wants to be good. There are multiple reasons she thinks she can't though

really Touka's thing with kindness reminds me of this one episode of Supernanny where one of the little boys in the household was super troublesome and had ADHD, and after a tantrum he ran off to his bedroom and curled up on his bed. Supernanny Jo Frost very softly asked him if she could come in, and if she could come closer/sit on his bed, comforted him a little, and asked him about if he wanted to be good. The poor little boy nodded and kept saying he wants to be good with a shaky voice while sobbing, and you could just tell that he was trying his best but didn't feel he could be good

Touka wants to be kind. She wants to be nice. She just doesn't know how and believes that because it doesn't come in her "how to human" manual, she can't. She thinks if she keeps learning, if she keeps hoarding more and more knowledge, then eventually, surely, she'll figure out how to be kind.

... I talked so much about the personal memo that I don't have as much to say for this one- unless I talk about TouNemu and possessiveness that is. Because they do have a fun possessive streak! Over both things and people! But I will do that another day. For now, onto Nemu's personal memoria and flower field memoria!

An Unobtainable Thing (NA: Beyond My Reach) is hella depressing to talk about so buckle up! I spent a while picking at the JP translation. Description reads as follows:

What was I hoping for? What did I want? A newly released novel? An out-of-print book that sounded interesting? New clothes for a change of image? No, no, no. Those are all wrong. I just want to be told I'm loved. It's so close and yet so far. That is all I want. (NA)

What was it that I was looking for? What did I want? A novel that had just been released? An out-of-print book I was really interested in? New clothes to change my image? No, no, no, none of the above. I just want to hear the words that love me, the closest and farthest. That's all I want.

Nemu is more self aware than Touka is. Despite the fact that she suppresses that and her own feelings as hard as humanly possible which leads to… all of her no good very bad thought patterns basically. The visual elements of this memoria are a bit harder to pin down than Touka's because there's just, More Stuff In It™️ in terms of objects. I feel like the text here is much easier to go through than the visuals? But the visuals do a good job supporting the text anyway. Surrounded by piles upon piles of books, there's a notebook I assume for writing or notes, and the ground below is also written on. I'm not sure what the closed and piled vs open and laid out books could mean. Then there's the folded pajamas (basically hospital clothes) and the two figures in the distance, one taller one shorter, which you can assume are meant to be Nemu and her mom, or worse, Nemu's mom and brother. Which is depressing! You can interpret this as Nemu really really hoping her mom would take her back home, or you can interpret the clothes as the thing that represents herself and the piled books as a sort of fortress or shelter, while the two figures inevitably walk away and she is unable to reach them (seriously those piled books look an AWFUL LOT like a fortress, something something defense mechanism). As somebody else in my Discord containment zone said, the clothes, the books, etc are the things that Nemu does have, things she can acquire, while the thing she really wants, that being her family, are so far away as to be unreachable. The writing on the ground leads into the distance toward them, perhaps symbolizing her writing as her reaching out to what she really wants in the only way she knows how. Not to mention that the light shining through the clouds illuminating them from the background gives it a heavenly quality, pointing to her awareness that she will not live much longer and that the love she craves is what she believes is heaven.

As for the text though, I've gone on and on endlessly about Nemu's severe issues but honestly her personal memo is very blatant about the core of the problem, that being… that she just wants to be loved. It's that simple. Which I think really is the reason she agrees to go kaboom with Touka despite all of her talk of leaving a legacy and explicitly saying she doesn't want people to forget her. Since love is deep down all she's ever truly wanted (not wanting people to forget her, wanting to leave a mark, etc, are all things that in her case stem from not feeling loved)… well, once she sees that she finally has that, she doesn't really care about everything else that much.

The more enigmatic one might be the flower field memoria ngl because that one is weird for multiple reasons. Nemu, oddly enough, talks about her heart like three times or more throughout all of the content she appears in, which isn't much but it's odd that she's done it that many times. Like the religious undertones, I'd like to figure out what exactly she means by "my heart" but I think she just means her mind.

See Nemu's flower field memoria is Peace to this Battered, Dead Land (NA: Tranquility in a Wasteland), and it's already odd because it's the only flower field where it's nighttime and also the only one where we see "direct magic" being used? Iirc at least. The second thing isn't that weird but the first feels weirdly deliberate to me and I've been wondering about it for a long time.

Dramatically, it reads like this:

"Through written sentences, an interwoven world, or filled-in spaces, heartfelt stories flow quietly, gently, peacefully, and sometimes wild and frenetic, into the cracked earth of the wasteland, gradually filling up in a transient pool, to then become unique. If even one thread has a color, my heart will be at peace." (NA)

Let's write sentences, let's weave a world, and if the gaps are filled, the story will flow. Quietly, slowly, calmly, sometimes violently and madly, the story filled with emotions flows through the cracks in the dry land, gradually filling them and providing a tentative moisture. After that, all you have to do is get your personality. If you could give me even just one thread of color, my heart would be calm.

This one is very very fucked up if you consider one of the ways to interpret it. It's a metaphor for herself. She's the dry land. The cracks are the areas of herself that are "broken" or "damaged" (haha trauma), the hurt. She refers to her own life as a story in Arc 1 too, so this isn't a stretch. You can interpret this optimistically or pessimistically. The optimistic approach says that she's healing, the pessimistic approach says that she's essentially forcing things in there to appear put together and not be seen as problematic, bothersome, damaged goods, etc. It could even be both! It's interesting that it mentions quiet/slow/calm/gentle/peaceful and then also wild/frenetic/violent/mad, which I feel may be showing two sides of her (the calm Nemu we normally see and The Part Deep Down That Is Really Angry And Would Like To Go Apeshit). I mean there are many reasons that the way I portray Nemu in AUs can sometimes (often) be violent. I have the sadism from canon and more than enough evidence to argue repressed feelings, which, even if the feeling she's repressing isn't anger (which by all means it would be, other than sorrow and pain ofc), repressing it would lead to frustration which easily leads into anger. I think she has these issues in canon too, she just managed to not explode. Well, metaphorically.

Anyway so, where do I begin with Nemu's boatload of issues that these two memoriae just kinda graze lightly... I've talked a lot about it but usually if you look it is very possible that you will find More, which I'm sure is great for Nemu's self aware introspective philosophical author brain /s. However, a LOT of what I've said about Touka regarding a hospital stay applies to Nemu as well, and in some senses even more so, since Nemu is the type to overthink things when she's by herself (Touka also overthinks but in a different way, and she normally doesn't think about People™. Normally) but it might be interesting to dig into the early Ui era for this. By early Ui I mean after TouNemu met Ui but before they came to share a room and usually before the Christmas party (yk the one). The room sharing may have simply been a princess whim for Touka, but for Nemu, it may just have been life-saving. Or to be less dramatic, sanity-saving. Sort of. Because she's even said it before that she felt lonely. Imagine how much worse the isolation had been for her in a solo room. Heck one of my headcanons (based on her comments about and appreciation of "lively" people and places) is that she Does Not Like complete silence, or at least not when she's not very close to someone, which by definition can never be complete silence because you Will hear their breathing, them being alive and doing things usually, all that.

I said nurses try their best to take care of child inpatients. But nurses, even those who specialize in kids, have a lot on their plate. And the kids that take priority are the smallest ones. And also well usually they cannot really account for everything. Plus, in Japan I get the feeling things may not be as… warm if that makes sense. That is to say I would like to know when was the last time early Ui era Nemu got a hug. It may sound silly, but physical affection is actually really really important to children's development and can be particularly good at soothing them emotionally, similarly to adults but magnified.

However Nemu has this very funny habit (/s) of suppressing her emotions and not ever telling anyone when she feels hurt or lonely or anything of the sort unless she is confronted on it or absolutely has to. So there would have been no comforting chats with nurses nor any sort of tactile comfort (yes tactile comfort is a thing). Great going Nemu. If Nemu fell into a well she would wait there and not call for help so as to not inconvenience anyone else, it's That Bad. Will to live? What's that? (She even mentions the lack of a will to live when they're making Sakurako in the hospital and you can just see Iroha going D: about it). This is a common problem in hospital inpatients, particularly children, and it is rather disturbing/sad actually to hear a child placing so little value in their own life and even less worth in themselves as a person. I just have to point at Nemu's quotes and how often she's like "are you Sure you want to talk to me…?" "I'm boring, don't waste your precious time on me" etc. G i r l... So really I imagine the only highlight in early Ui era Nemu's day was literally Ui and Touka, and with her being a night owl and chronic overthinker, I cannot imagine the excruciating agony of everything after lights out. Yk. After lights out. When everything is dark and you are Completely Alone in your room.

Anyway Nemu is severely touch starved and affection starved please give her a hug. Touka that is your job. Oh though I guess they do hold hands quite a lot? But. Hug. Big close long hug. Nemu may or may not bawl if hugged that way and spoken to softly with loving words of affirmation. Gay babies.

#magia record #nishiposting #essay #?? I guess? #nemu hiiragi #touka satomi

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Hi, I hope this is okay to ask. Is there a form of prompting is less intrusive than hand over hand prompting but that still counts as MSN? I've read your blog and some other blogs and can't figure it out (I also struggle with understanding things, so I'm sorry if I'm just missing something). Please let me know if you need me to rephrase this. Thank you in advance.

I'm guessing you read my longer post on support needs based on mentioning prompting in relation to "counting" as MSN because in there I said something like, I personally wouldn't consider someone MSN if they only need reminders not prompting. It's been a little bit since I wrote that so I do actually have a few additional thoughts on that first.

So basically I do think if you need regular prompting for bADLs it counts as MSN regardless of what type of prompt you do need. But there is some nuance there because every generalized statement is not gonna be accurate in 100% of the cases. For example I know people who rely on visual prompting for some bADLs but can live alone & considers themselves LSN, because theres no other person needed for that. Or someone who does not need prompting for bADLs but needs supervision to keep them safe, who I would not consider LSN. So yeah, Nuance.

Also, this is very nitpicky, but I think a standard reminder does theoretically count as "prompting". Because all prompting is usually defined as is "an action to help someone complete a task they are (currently) unable to do without this help". So a verbal reminder theoretically counts as a verbal prompt, and a written reminder as a visual prompt. The thing is, I seperated reminders from prompting because it generally isnt how prompting is talked about in regards to tasks that require multiple steps (aside from the fact that it also usually is a completely different amount of effort & time needed to complete compared to other prompting). Verbal & visual prompting, in all situations I've seen where it is about multi step processes, these are broken down into all (or most of) the little steps. Like, you could call a reminder a non broken down prompt and theoretically have it be accurate, but that's not how we really use the word prompt & the word reminder already exists for this specific action so. Yeah.

Anyways to save you some googling heres what I think commonly is the different types of prompting:

- proximity control: getting close(r) to someone to remind them of the task they're supposed to be doing. Obviously only works if it's already established what they're supposed to be doing (& I'm assuming staying by their side so they keep doing it, in some cases)

- verbal: saying the step they're supposed to do out loud. So like, "grab the toothbrush" then "put on the toothpaste" etcetc (contrasted to a "reminder" style thatd simply be "brush your teeth" without the additional steps. Verbal prompting pretty much exclusively refers to the multi step system) - also sometimes used to get people to speak verbally / use specific words by prompting stuff like "say: [specific thing]"

- visual: a (series of) drawing / photo / text. Basically the same as verbal but not necessarily reliant on another person to be there (the whole time.

- gestural: pointing at things for the task / direction of the task. Probably also in more intense ways "miming" the task, such as acting like you're brushing your hair with an invisible hair brush so they copy the behavior. Closely related to the next

- model: actually doing the same task as them in front of them. In that case you'd use an actually hairbrush and brush your hair, making them follow along with their own.

- physical: this is where hand over hand comes in, but it's not the only way. Less invasive (?) options include moving the elbow / wrist / ... , as well as not doing the full movement this way & only "nudging" them for the start of the action, stuff like that.

These can also all be sort of mixed and matched. Someone might pair gestural with visual. Pointing at the different pictures of the steps of a task. Or physical with verbal. Etc. Whatever seems to work best.

Also not necessarily the point of this ask but I cant stop myself from including this bit: prompting isnt the only way people with autism are cared for. I mean, some things are really hard to prompt for especially (some) iADLs, like how do you prompt someone to control their finances?? You need to understand abstract concepts for that. You can prompt parts of it like "take out x amount of money" then "give it to the cashier", "how much did you spend on x this week" etc but in the end none of these prompts generate an understanding of the abstract concepts. so sometimes it doesnt make sense to use in the greater scheme of things of learning specific things. Or they just dont seem to help in the long term (I have complicated feelings on whether they should be stopped in that case, but like. It is a thing that happens). Or also, sometimes people would need physical prompting, but they react (really) badly to being touched like that, so the thing getting done for them instead of as a physical promt might be more helpful. since it often requires less touch. (For example someone brushing your teeth for you, them holding the toothbrush on their own, touches you a lot less, compared to someone holding your own hand down with theirs on the toothbrush, or holding onto your wrist.)

#anon #long post #hm im not happy w this answer somehow but whatever #asks

[aceofsweets]

Keep Smiling! [ 🔑 ]

Oh my god, im writing!!!!! omg!!!! anyways first Project: Eden's Garden fic on the blog, rejoice brothers! this fic is dedicated to Wolfgang Akire and angst! wonderful thing to greet yall with!, jokes aside please take caution when reading the fic because i forgot how to write

Cw: Mentions of Murder, Project: Eden's Garden Prologue Spoilers, Character Death (specifically Reader Death), Slight Gore. [ IF CONTENT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, EXIT THE FIC. ]

Pairing: Wolfgang Akire x Reader. Genre: Angst. Note: Reader has no specified gender, Reader is the Ultimate Merchant, Reader replaces a specific character, Wolfgang might be OOC and Reader uses S/O in the fic.

[ NONE OF THIS IS PROOFREAD BTW. ]

Maybe he shouldn't have accepted the letter sent by Eden's Garden Academy.

Accepting it only made his life more...difficult.

Painful, even.

. . . . .

"Hey hey Wolfgang! Wolfgang look at what I found for you!" ah, your voice, your voice made his heart run a marathon but at least it's in a good way. He smiled back at you. "Ah, [S/O], good to see you!"

You ran up to the Ultimate Laywer to show him what you got for him "look at what I got~" it was those magnet necklaces that are usually worn by couples or friends, the thought of sharing a matching necklace with you made his heart skip a beat.

"W....Where exactly did you get this from?" "Uh the internet obviously." he tried to keep his composure, but to be completely honest, you were the Ultimate Merchant, it was to be expected you'd find something from importers and others.

"So?" he looked at you in confusion "so....what?" he asked "are you gonna wear it or not?" you said, pouting somewhat. "a-ah! my apologies [S/O]." he apologized while smiling awkwardly, you could've sworn there was a sweat drop coming from his face. "Wolfie, don't apologize! jeez you take things too seriously." you giggle, his face turns into an embarrassing obvious shade of red "awwww!~ you're so cute when you're flustered Wolfie!~" you teased, both the nickname and extensive teasing from you made him blush even more, but he'll let that slide, for now he'll just enjoy your presence.

For now that is.

. . . . .

In present times, it's much different, having accepted the letter from Eden's Garden Academy only brought him into a new life, a new life that'll be absolute hell.

Your warmth was no longer with him, mainly due to the fact you didn't get an acceptance letter which relieved him, but it doesn't change the fact hes alone.

Having to wake up in what seems to be a dining hall and kitchen was the second weirdest thing aside from being knocked out by some gas on the train. He was thinking, nothing is audible in that mind until...

THUD!

That scared him really bad and it showed. "Oi! soybean are ya gonna say something or gawk in fear all day?!"

Okay, this woman was really, really loud. "Ah...forgive me for staring, I was...startled you could say." he said while having to force a slight chuckle at the end of the sentence.

"Yeah yeah...ya gotta be lucky I ain't gonna punch you or something!" the woman with the visor said "mhm...." he said while having a worried look on his face, was this really someone attending a prestigious academy? Tick....Tick....Tick

It's quiet, but aside from that. Minutes went by and he got the name of the loud woman with a visor, Grace Madison. The Ultimate Golfer. He was baffled by how young she looked but he can't really say anything when he himself is 22 and is known for being the Ultimate Lawyer at such a young age.

Later on, he met a blonde male with emerald eyes, a raven-haired female with blue eyes, and finally, a young child who claims to be the Ultimate Matchmaker. What a peculiar group.

As more time went on, he met more people ranging from different ages, at most 14-20, they all went outside as a group, to introduce themselves at least.

Toshiko Kayura, the young Ultimate Matchmaker decided to introduce the Ultimate Lawyer. "Ahem, Along with Grace Madison, we have the mighty and prestigious Wolfgang Akire!-" "-Hes well known as the Ultimate Lawyer."

Wolfgang smiled at the young girl's apparent enthusiasm when introducing him "...Yes, that's correct."

Suddenly, a crimson haired female spoke up and said "oh, hey hey lawyer man." the new nickname made him a tad bit confused "l-laywer man? Is that your name for me?" he asked.

"Yup! It's either that or Wolfie. Do you like Wolfie more?" the girl said, suddenly, his confusion washed away, rather, a new expression came on his face, something unreadable, as if he was contemplating something. "Wolfie..." it was the same nickname you gave him, the moment he starts thinking about you, is the moment he feels a tad bit hurt. He misses you so much.

"Ya good?" Grace asked "Of course!... just stay with what you already have." he said, but the more he thought of the nickname, the more he thought of you, were you doing okay? were you safe? were you fine without him by your side? so many questions flooded his mind as introductions went on until...

Ding Dong, Bing Bong.

The speaker turned on!

"Testing. Testing. One two three..." a rather mysterious yet sophisticated voice spoke. "Can everyone hear me?" asked the voice, yet nobody responded. "Yes? Great!" Wolfgang was confused yet suspicious of the voice speaking, a loud ahem is heard. "Good morning my amicable student friends! First off, allow me to apologize. I realize the ride here was a bumpy one, especially for Ultimates such as yourselves...But expect things to be different within these halls!" the voice said. "Yes, it is my pleasure and privilege to welcome you all to Eden's Garden Academy. May this be the beginning of a wondrous journey!"

The crimson haired girl or rather, Cassidy said "did he just say...we're at Eden's Garden Academy?" Damon proceeded to say: "No...We can't be." Jett proceeded to say something but it was somewhat cut off by Wenona saying, "Stop talking so loud, I want to hear this."

Shortly after that, the voice continued. "I'm sure you're on the edge of your seats waiting for a proper orientation, but there's one more thing to do before we can meet face to face! It won't take very long. All I ask is that you enter the building across from me. From there, we can begin preparations for a formal introduction. Until then, farewell!"

...Click!

...

Well, that was...interesting.

Commotion started spreading around the courtyard. After a short bit of chattering and deciding what to do, everyone stood in front of the entrance, nobody willing to enter first.

Eventually, Damon mustered up the willpower to open the entrance and...

... No. ... You were there...but... ...

No. ... It was too much....

No, Stop It. ...

The sight was horrid, you were laying there, battered and bloody. Your clothes were wrinkled and soaked with dried, pink, blood. What laid next to you were was a knife with flecks of dried up blood, and a gun.

...

...

...

...

"AHHH!" Toshiko's blood curdling scream echoed through the hallway. "EEEEEEK!?" Eloise's panicked cry followed soon after. In a flash, everyone started panicking.

But Wolfgang...he was...pained.

He couldn't move a single muscle

He couldn't breathe.

And for a moment...

A tear rolls down his cheek.

He tried to stop them but he couldn't.

The tears kept flowing.

If that wasn't enough, his body moved on it's own.

He ran to your bloodied body.

"[S/O]..." he tried to wake you up, hoping it was just some sort of prank, you liked to pull those off! You're joking.

Right?

....

RIGHT?

He tried everything, slightly shaking you, tapping you. How come he never saw you? Where were you...you weren't on the train-- so why are you here?

Please answer him. He'll do anything.

"[S/O]. [S/O] please...this...isn't funny anymore. Wake up." he couldn't stop the flow of his own tears. Everyone looked at the lawyer with different emotions plastered onto their faces. Shock, Worry, Pity. All of those emotions.

He remembered something. A promise you two made.

...

"Hey Wolfie! You do know I bought these necklaces for another reason!" you said cheerfully. "Oh? and what is this other reason?" he asked, his interest has clearly been piqued.

"A reason!" "What...reason exactly?"

"A reason that even if it's raining or shining we'll stick together! Even if we do get busy!" you said with the biggest smile on your face "they are magnetic necklaces so they'll also signify our bond with each other!" he chuckled at that. "[S/O], I'm going to Eden's Garden Academy...I'll be rather busy tho.."

"Who cares?! I'll be waiting for you till the very end! Plus we still have to go to that bakery that's opening in a few months! You can make time for that right?" he smiled "of course." "pinky promise????" "pinky promise."

...

Hes holding onto your clothing for dear life, like if he lets go then you'll disappear.

"[S/O]...we still have to go to the bakery opening in a few months remember...? We made a promise..." he buries his face into your neck, trying to muffle his sniffles and tears, but it's no use.

"Just come back..."

Seconds sped up to minutes, it took Jean, Jett and hell even Damon to convince the lawyer to stand up on his feet.

But even then he looked tired.

Discussions of how you died turned into investigations, which he isn't angry about.

He just wants to know who did this to you. He wants to bring this killer to justice. He wants to avenge you, one way or another.

No matter what it takes.

Your death will not go in vain.

Okay, hot damn is this kinda poorly written! but anyways guys Merry Christmas, have me writing as a gift!

Word Count: 1542 Characters: 8631 Characters W/O Spaces: 7185

Happy holidays everyone! Stay safe and healthy!

-Parfait Cookie!~ [ MIDDY . ]

#Wonderful Christmas present! #Merry Crisis everyone #Happy New Year! #Project: Eden's Garden. #Project: Eden's Garden x Reader. #Wolfgang Akire. #Wolfgang Akire x Reader. #MIDDY [ WRITES. ] #MIDDY [ ONESHOTS. ] #MIDDY [ PROJECT: EDEN'S GARDEN. ] #MIDDY [ ANGST. ] #CW: Murder #CW: Slight Gore #Cw: Major Character Death #Cw: Spoilers #Cw: Angst #Reader Insert.

[youmarin]

ESCORT | SUNA RINTARO X FEM! READER *NSFW,+18

genre: smut. *basically no plot.*

Obviously Timeskip! Suna

word count: 1.8K

A/N: This is horny jail pt. 2 in this blog. Had this fic idea a few days ago based on the song above. I'm not sure I'll ever come back to it. Also not used to write smut so idk if this is good or not. It's not a secret to anyone that knows me that I love Chase Atlantic. When they dropped this song I learned it in less than 24 hours (I had the snippet on repeat until then xd).

He didn’t feel like doing this anymore. He made a move to stand up, “Look, we don’t have to do anything. You can keep the money.” 

With one hand, you nudged him by his shoulder, making him sit back down on the side of the bed, standing between his legs “If you walk out now, they’ll know you backed down. That’s bad for business. Bad for me.” you pouted, bending in front of him so he had a clear view of your tits as one of your hands snaked down to palm him through his pants. A gasp left his mouth, and you whispered, your lips almost brushing his ear. “If you just wanted to sit around and talk you could’ve just gone to one of your friends, maybe a therapist. But you’re here because you wanted this. You want this, right?” You had to ask again, words failing to reach him as he focused on the new sensation. He nodded as he slowly lost his composure, letting out laboured breaths. “Then I’ll give it to you.” 

Kneeling in front of him, you slipped his pants down along with his underwear, he helped you taking off his shirt. His eyes followed your every movement. “You have a nice cock.” you admired and he was taken aback by your boldness. Then he remembered this wasn’t something strange to you by how you made your living but he quickly brushed the thought aside. 

 “Oh fuck.” Curses started to leave his lips as you took him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. You looked up, keeping eye contact with him as you sucked him. He thought you looked so good like that, so pretty. Catching your breath, you kitten licked his tip, hands wrapping on the base, heavenly noises leaving his mouth. As you moved to go back down on him, his hands tangled in your hair, ruining it, thrusting into your mouth. “Fu-Fuck, I’m sorry.” he breathed out. The warmth of your mouth left him as you removed yourself  and he thought he had upset you. 

“Use me.”  you breathed out. “Fuck my mouth.” He grunted, but didn’t waste time to fulfill your demand. Standing up, he started to fuck your face, not worrying about holding back this time around. You grabbed on his thighs for support, tears falling down your cheeks as you moaned around him, the vibrations increasing his pleasure. Looking down on you, eyes hazy, he saw himself disappearing into your mouth and on your throat, your pretty face streaked with tears and some drool falling down your chin and onto the floor. One of your hands started to trail down to your core. He wasn’t going to last much longer with such a view.

“I’m gonna cum.” He warned, hips stuttering. He tried removing himself from your mouth, but your firm hold on his thighs stopped him and before he knew it he was cumming down your throat, moans and curses abandoning his lips like a prayer. 

When he was done, you wiped your mouth, licking your fingers as he sat back down to catch his breath, looking at you as you got up from your knees to find your new place on his lap, straddling him. He grabbed onto your hips tightly, trying to guess your next move. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him. He could taste himself in your mouth. When you pulled back, you asked, tilting your head, “Do you still want to leave? We have all night.” 

“I shouldn't have come here. So yeah, I should leave now.” you laughed and he frowned. 

“I just sucked your cock.” you played with the hairs at the back of his head. “You can’t tell me you weren’t enjoying it.” 

“I did.” He admitted, “But now it’s over.” 

“You’re being selfish.” You started to grind your hips on top of him, effectively making his breath hitch, his abdomen tensing under the feather like touch of one of your hands before you ran your fingernails over the skin. You smiled to yourself.

“Don’t you think I deserve to feel good too?” Then you guided one of his hands to your clothed heat and he could feel the dampness in the fabric. You sure knew how to make it hard to resist, his will crashing down. “Please, make me feel good.” And you kissed him again, your tongue tracing his bottom lip, as he allowed you to deepen the kiss. He couldn’t deny you after hearing you speak to him like that. His hand went back down between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side before slipping one finger in, making you moan into his mouth. 

“I’ll have to stretch you out on my fingers first.” He let out a deep groan.Your slick let him slide his finger in and out with ease and soon enough he was adding another one, relishing in your reaction while he left open mouthed kisses in your jaw and down your neck. You held onto his shoulders as you thrusted down on his fingers, whimpering as he curled them inside you. “Now, does that feel good?” he taunted.

“Yes.” you sighed, “Very.” 

“Yeah?” he let out a breathy laugh. Looking up at you, he saw your face contorted in pleasure, completely lost in the feeling. Fuck, you looked so hot he thought your image would end up burned into his mind. He added a third finger, the room filled with your curses and the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting up your pussy. You started clenching around him, feeling him get deeper and he knew you were close, moaning and convulsing on top of him before coating his digits with your cum. You were panting as he helped you ride out your orgasm, but suddenly, he was pulling you off him and moving to sit back against the headboard. “Come over here.” 

You did as he said, crawling over the bed and stopping right in front of him. He pulled you roughly to sit back down on his lap. “You’re finally going to fuck me?” you teased, grinding on him, covering his length with your juices. 

“No.” he hissed, grabbing your hips to make you stop for a moment, “Since you seem to want this more than me, I’m going to watch you fuck yourself on my cock.” 

“Don’t lie to me. You want this as bad as I do.” 

“Then don’t make me wait.” He kissed you sloppily, hands roaming your body, kneading the skin of your ass and your tits, bunching up the thin material of your top, as you raised yourself up aligning him to your entrance before slowly sinking down on him. You whimpered, feeling the stretch and had to stop yourself for a moment, making him chuckle. “What’s wrong? Now you can’t take it?” he let out a groan as he felt you fluttering around him, looking down to where you two joined, cursing at the obscene sight. Quickly shutting him up, you suddenly went all the way down, both of you moaning loudly. Tears pricked your eyes but you didn’t let them fall, not wanting to give him that satisfaction. And then you were bouncing on his dick, one of his hands wrapped on your waist while the other held the back of your neck, pulling you into a heated kiss, muffling your moans. 

Completely laying down with you still on top of him, he brought one hand up again to your neck, squeezing it just enough to have your eyes rolling back as you continued your movements. “I’m going to cum.” you said between pants, moaning loudly when he started to meet your thrusts, guiding your hips down on him. He was finally taking some initiative, for this whole time you’ve been working yourself on him. 

“Go ahead and make a mess, love.” His thrusts were rough and deep, had you seeing stars as you reached your climax.

 But he wasn’t done yet. Flipping you two over, he kept fucking you, pursuing his own orgasm. “What happened-“ a whimper, “with me doing all the job?” you moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist, your nails digging on his back deliciously. He ignored you, cursing as you clenched on him, getting drunk at the sound of you whimpering in his ear probably because of the overstimulation. You spoke up again when his thrusts became more irregular. “Are you going to cum inside me?” 

“Say you want it.” he commanded, lustful eyes staring at your fucked out face as you tried to speak up. 

“I want you,” you started between pants, “to fill me up.” 

He threw his head back, spilling inside of you as you creamed all around him once again. 

Suna collapsed on top of you, trying to calm his breath as his vision cleared, feeling your hands caress his hair as you softly kissed his neck and jaw. When he looked over at you, you placed a tender kiss on his lips, which he returned. It felt odd given the reality of things. 

You both hissed as he pulled out to get off you. He could see both of your releases leaking out of you as you stood up from the bed and grabbed your ruined panties from the floor, pointlessly trying to fix yourself up. You looked back at him, as he looked at you too from his position still lying on the bed, back propped up on the headboard. Strands of his hair were sticking to his forehead, faint blush on his cheeks, lips swollen, his skin shiny with a thin layer of sweat and the mess you did all over his thighs, in all his messy, sex afterglow glory. He was very handsome, you recognized, and as he smiled at you, it was like telling you that you were right. 

But this meant nothing but business, and it was done now. 

He had walked in and seen you,

Your movements filled with sensuality as you danced, 

Eyes unbeknownst to everyone empty of emotion just as your chest felt, 

As strangers showered you with money every other night.

Flashbacks of that night invaded his dreams 

Replaying behind his eyelids, 

“Please, make me feel good.” He’ll hear you say,

And he would wonder if you meant it to him, for only that moment,

Or if you were desperately seeking for the feeling to last longer. 

“I want you.” “I want you.” “I want you.”  

It wasn’t what you said, but his mind would trick him into it

He would wake up, sweaty and chest heaving 

Just as if he was back there, with you on top of him,

Or him staring down at your face as you reached your high. 

His days would pass by in a drift, and eventually they would lead him back to you. 

#suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro #suna x reader #suna rintarō #suna rintaro smut #suna smut #Spotify

[smokeys-house]

Sorry for your loss, Smokey. It is always hard to lose someone close

thanks I appreciate that. yeah it's been real hard. I don't wanna talk alot about it here bc my blog is sposed to be a place for folks (including me) to escape to. I don't even usually like to talk about or reblog world events or anything on here.

I'm gonna say a few things about the situation under a cut, but I'll warn you it's really sad. Death tw I guess. It's also very personal but I need an outlet.

I'm serious when I warn that this is going to be a hard thing to read, and you don't have to read this. In fact I recommend you don't. I'll try to be succinct.

So basically my mom died. She wasn't super old, and she was mostly healthy in regards to that kind of thing. She had a lot of medical issues but none that would have taken her out this suddenly. I'm not strong enough to talk about what things may have happened, we don't really know yet either way until after they look at her a little longer.

I lost my dad when I was 8, and my extended family is mostly estranged. My support network is very thin, but for the most part I think we've got it handled for now. I don't want to get too personal, so I'm being a little vague. It's kinda just. Me and my siblings right now.

My mom's dogs are also very distressed, one of them is having seizure issues because getting him his medication on time is challenging since my mom handled that. Her other dog had troubles eating so she used to hand feed her, but now that she's not around to do it she won't eat. She's a bit older, so we're worried about her.

I'm also fairly young. I won't say how old I am but I'm in my 20s so I'm not really prepared for any of this. We have a lot of issues to sort out like phone plans, bills, her house, her car, and all her like. Special retirement and life plan stuff and what not. Dying costs a lot surprisingly, and the funeral costs alone are over $10,000 USD. That's not a typo nor a joke. Everything's been so impersonal and hard. Going through catalogues and discussing plans with the funeral home they talk about it like it's buying a used car.

Of course aside from the logistics side of things, like the bills and figuring out how to get the money together and how to be a fully sustainable and "got-my-shit-together" adult right out the gates, I'm also going through another death in the family. I've got very few people left. There are many things I wish I would've said or done or asked. I had a near complete breakdown, I'd go into details on things but honestly it's just. Really really sad even for someone else to just read. Even now I'm either barely functional or I'm in full repression mode. The dogs keep looking for her, it's incredibly heartbreaking. I keep "forgetting" what's happened and why I feel so weird and why certain people are here or why I can't do certain things.

When I lost my dad, I lost my ability to tell time and dates. That's also not a joke. The grief effected my entire life until this point. I'm intellectually and emotionally stunted for a number of reasons, that included. I have been diagnosed with PTSD from how things happened with my dad. I'm not a well adjusted adult. I've had so many setbacks and issues that I'm basically in my third childhood now. I'm worried as to what will happen to me mentally following this. I've never been very stable. I've got a lot of issues.

Baseline, I'm not well right now. Things are going to be very hard in the coming days. Idk what's going to happen with everything. Financially, I don't make much and my siblings don't make much either. We don't have a lot of time to come up with the money and there are a lot of other considerations to make. Emotionally is one thing, but I don't even know if I'm going to have a home or internet. I think I will. But it's hard to think about just now. I'm not sure if I'll be posting donation links bc it's a lot of personal IRL information but if I run out of options I'll post about it I'm sure.

It's taking a lot just to keep things kinda ordinary typing on here. In truth I want to say a lot. I want to say a great many things. There's nobody for me to say them to. There's so much. There's so much

#death mention #smokey answers

[krillin-fanfic]

Chestnut Fest 2022 Day 4: Family Matters

Alright, in this one, we're gonna get just a tiny bit feels-y.

This story is partly inspired by an ask I got on my Dragon Ball blog on Tumblr, and a conversation I had with someone as a result of that. Namely, why Krillin and 18 were the only one of the "older" couples who'd only had one child. And with this week's prompt being "Family", I also started wondering how Marron might feel, noticing that. Add to that a story I'd heard from one of my sister's kids on where they thought babies came from, and... well, this was born. So I figured, what could be more perfect than wrapping up this year's Chestnut Fest with it?

Here we go, hope you enjoy! LINKS: FF.net AO3

It was a brisk Fall day in Satan City. A cold breeze wafted through the streets, light, high clouds filling the sky outside the window.

"Man, it's been chilly today." Krillin stood in front of the window, sipping some hot cider from a mug. "Glad I have the day off."

18 shifted in her seat on the couch, turned a page in the book she was reading and nodded. "Definitely 'inside weather'. Perfect excuse to break out the blankets." She looked up, smiled and raised an eyebrow at her husband. "One might even say this is... snuggle weather."

Krillin grinned and replied in mock scandal. "Why, Miss 18! Are you suggesting you and I be under a blanket? Together? Alone?!"

18 chuckled. "What can I say? I'm a rebel."

He sighed. "Well much as I'd like to, I'm pretty sure a certain little lady is gonna be here soon, and it's my day to help with her homework." He stretched. "Ah! And I need to be fully awake if I gotta deal with math." He turned around and noticed 18 smiling at him, a familiar look in her eyes. "Uh... babe?

"I was just thinking... you doing the dad thing? It's very attractive" She winked at him and giggled as his face turned a shade of red.

The front door opened, letting off a soft creak followed by a pair of tiny footsteps. "Mama! Papa! I'm home!"

18 winked at her husband. 'Later,' she mouthed at him before turning toward the entrance. "Hello, sweetheart. How was school?"

Marron took her hat and jacket off and hung them on the rack by the door. "Was OK," she said. "Sorta."

Krillin frowned. "'Sorta', huh? Did something happen, kiddo?"

"Yeah..." She trudged over to the couch and smoothed her uniform skirt before hopping up and plopping down on the couch next to her mother. "Some of the other kids were being mean today."

18 set her book aside and held her daughter close, stroking her blonde hair softly. "I'm sorry, baby. Kids can be mean sometimes. What'd they say to you?"

Marron was quiet, looking down at her shoes, avoiding eye contact. Krillin could tell she was uncomfortable. "Hey, firefly, it's OK. You can tell us when you're re-"

"How come I don't have a brother or sister?"

Krillin and 18 both froze for a moment, stunned. They were expecting name-calling, making fun of her looks. Being asked about having children wasn't on the list.

18 recovered first and cleared her throat. "My, that's a pretty random question. Why do you ask, sweetheart?"

Marron looked to her mother. "We're doing a project in school. About families. Miss Rulah wants us to make a chart of our family and share stories with the class. And my classmates... all of them have brothers or sisters, older or younger. And they asked me why I don't." She brought her knees to her chin, and 18 ignored her instinct to chide her for having shoes on the couch.

"One of the girls said her mommy told her that babies come from the love between a mommy and a daddy, and that the more and longer they love each other, the more babies they have." Her voice was cracking a bit, as if she were about to cry. "A-and Uncle Goku and Auntie Chi had two babies. And Trunks has his little sister now. So..."

Marron looked up at her father. "Papa... do you not love mama enough?"

The words seemed to pierce Krillin's heart like a sharp blade. He swallowed hard, trying to come up with an appropriate answer. "W-what? Of course I love your mom! She means the world to me! You both do."

She looked at her mother. "So does that mean you don't love daddy enough?"

Now it was 18's turn to feel that pang at the accusation. "Marron... sweetheart, you know I love your daddy very much. It's not that simple, though.."

Marron looked back down at her shoes, confused. "Oh. That's good." She fidgeted with her hands a bit.

"It's not that we don't want to give you a little brother or sister, sweetie. Honest. It's just..." 18 bit her lip, trying to find the appropriate words to explain. "It's... just that it's not as easy for some people to have children as it is for others."

"How come?"

Krillin sat down on the other end of the couch. "There's lots of potential reasons, firefly. Sometimes, it's just life. Timing. Other times it can be hard on mommys' and daddys' bodies. But none of them mean that people don't love each other, OK?" He patted her on the head softly. "That's one thing you don't need to worry about."

"Marron, sweetie..." 18 spoke hesitantly, her voice quiet. "Did you know... mommy and daddy weren't supposed to be able to have babies?"

Krillin winced behind her as Marron stared at her mother, wide-eyed. "Why's that, mama?"

"Remember... remember that evil old doctor I told you about before?"

Marron nodded. "I think so. The bad man who kidnapped you that uncle 17 beat up?"

"Yeah. That's the one." 18 placed a hand on her belly. "That man... did experiments on us. Lots of them. And because of that, mommy's body is different."

The little girl tilted her head and blinked. "Different how, mama?"

"A lot of ways, sweetheart. And unfortunately, one of the ways is that it made it... very hard for me to have babies." She looked down at her hand for a moment before removing it. "So that's why-"

"Part of why, Marron." Krillin chimed in. "It's hard for daddy too."

Marron scratched her head, confused. "Papa, you can't have babies though."

He chuckled. 'Bless her innocent heart. Now to figure out how to explain this without...'

"No, Marron. I mean that... I think you already know your dad's not exactly like... other people."

"Mama says that just makes you cute and special." She grinned at him.

"Heh. Well I'm glad she thinks so. But it also caused some other... issues. Like I can't smell things the same way other people do. I breathe right through my skin. And..." he hesitated. "And it makes it harder for me to help your mommy have babies too."

"How does that work?"

"Uh..." Krillin was at a loss for words. 18 sighed and picked up.

"Remember what you said early, Marron? About moms and dads loving each other, and that's where babies come from?"

She nodded.

"Well, even though your papa and I love each other very very much, those issues can still make it hard for babies to happen." 18 stroked her daughter's hair gently and smiled. "But your papa and I love each other so much, we managed to overcome that one time, and made you."

"Yep!" Krillin chimed in. "And that's why you're the prettiest, sweetest, most adorable little girl in the whole world!" He poked her belly and she giggled. "Made out of pure love, you are."

18 smiled. "You're our little miracle, Marron."

Marron grinned and pulled her parents in for a big hug. "I love you both whole bunches!"

"We love you too, sweetheart." 18 closed her eyes and held her family close.

"Y'know though, Marron..." Krillin spoke slowly, a grin spreading across his face. "Your family is a lot bigger than you think."

The little girl pulled back, a bit confused. "How's that, papa?"

"Family is more than just brothers and sisters or moms and dads, kiddo. More than blood relations too." He pointed at the photos on the coffee table in front of them. "See? Take a look."

Marron leaned forward, dark eyes full of intensity, trying to discern her papa's meaning. The small framed photos contained many familiar faces. There was a picture of her papa and Uncle Goku when they were kids, side-by-side with another, more recent picture of the two her mom had snapped. There was one of Grandpa Roshi and the old Turtle, waving from the beach. A picture of her mama and Uncle 17, sitting together at a picnic table, arm wrestling with intense scowls. A photo of her mama and Auntie Chi, laughing at the mall food court. "Everyone there loves you very much too, Marron. They've always helped take care of and look after you. You're precious to them too.

Marron blinked a few times before her mouth formed a distinctive o-shape and she gasped with surprise. "Ohhh! I get it now!" She looked up at Krillin and grinned. "I get it, Papa! Those are my family too!"

18 smiled and patted her head. "Mhm. And don't forget your uncle's family. We might not see them very often, but they're part of it too."

Marron jumped to her feet and ran to the dining room table. "Oh my gosh, I got so much to write down!" She whipped open her school bag and pulled out some paper, a pencil, and crayons. "I gotta do a picture too! I hope I have enough room for everyone!"

Krillin smiled as he watched over his shoulder. "Look at her go. No stopping her once she gets motivated, huh?" He looked over and noticed 18 was sitting quietly, seemingly lost in thought. "Babe? You feeling OK?" He put a hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," 18's voice cracked slightly. "Just... " She looked up into her husband's eyes. "Sometimes I do feel bad, you know? About... not being able to have more. Y'know?"

Krillin sighed and pulled her into a hug. "I know, 18. I know. But we have our Marron, right? And she's perfect."

18 nodded and smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. "Perfect beyond belief." She pulled back for a moment and looked him in the eye before placing a soft kiss where his nose should be. "And you're not so bad yourself, mister."

Krillin blushed and chuckled. "Thanks."

18 tilted her head and twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "And for what it's worth, little man... I'm definitely down to go ahead and try for more if you are."

Krillin's face turned beat red and he pulled at his collar. "O-oh yeah?"

She winked and nodded, chuckling lowly. "Mhm."

"Papa, can you come help me for a second please?"

Krillin broke eye contact and stood up fast. "Y-yes, Marron! I'll be right there!" He started out of the room, but turned back and quickly dipped down, capturing his wife's lips with his own for a quick kiss. "Love you."

"I love you too. Now go on." She shoo'd him toward the dining room and smirked. "Don't keep the princess waiting. Do the dad thing so I can watch."

Krillin smirked back, remembering their talk from earlier. "Y'know, I'm feeling a little objectified right now, and I gotta say... I'm not mad at it."

She laughed and swatted his arm. "You goof! Go on."

He grinned and walked out to the next room. "Alrighty, let's see what you need help with."

"Can you color in Uncle Goku's hair? My hand is hurting."

"Oh. Uh, sure, I can do that."

"And then I need help with math. We're multiplying fractions now."

"Those absolute monsters, making kids do these things..."

18 smiled as Marron giggled at her papa's jokes. Their family unit was small, yes. And maybe it would stay that way. Maybe not. But she knew she wouldn't trade them for the world.

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And there we have it! Chestnut Fest 2022 is in the books. I hope you enjoyed these works, and hopefully I can have a few updates out sooner rather than later.

Comments and feedback are always welcome! Thanks for reading.

#Chestnutfest2K22 #Krillin #Android Eighteen #Marron #DBZ #Android18 #K18 #Chestnut Fest 2022 #fanfiction #fanfic #Dragon Ball #Dragon Ball Z #Dragon Ball Super #DB #DBS #Dragonball #Dragonball Z

[toxiccrybabymatureart]

I posted 18 times in 2022

That's 18 more posts than 2021!

10 posts created (56%)

8 posts reblogged (44%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@toxiccrybabyart

@y0ur-beta-b0yfriend

@aghostisdrawing

@toxiccrybabymatureart

I tagged 15 of my posts in 2022

Only 17% of my posts had no tags

#nonbinary artist - 11 posts

#artists on tumblr - 10 posts

#y0urb0yfriend - 8 posts

#no minors - 8 posts

#minors dni - 8 posts

#digital art - 6 posts

#digital artist - 6 posts

#oc art - 5 posts

#mc - 5 posts

#macey kane - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 27 characters

#your boyfriend (game/day 3)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

This is Haeres, a demon lord of the shadows, having an affair with his servant Cresil (the one doing most of the seducing, Haeres usually is far too embarrassed to ever try seducing Cresil.)

Haeres is married to a lesbian demon lady named Hiroko, who only has eyes for her rather flirtatious servant Melros. The two agreed early on into their arranged marriage that this arrangement was for the best, having already asked their love interests first.

Context out of the way, here’s my demon lad rocking a new design, hopefully I can get into drawing them all more and sharing the art with you all.

Now I know you might be wondering, why is this marked as mature?

That’s because the story is, 80% smut and 20% plot so, yeah these Ocs are used for only the horniest of reasons and as such can only be shared on a mature blog.

8 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

#4

Welcome to part 2 of my YB Art collection. Yes I’m posting this right after part 1, I have a lot of shit to post here and it’s my blog I do what I want.

Anyways here’s a redraw of a scene from the Your Boyfriend game.

Here’s some outfits I made for my interpretation of Y/N

See the full post

10 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

#3

Late but MC and YB enjoying a sweet Valentine’s Day milkshake date together.

I started this like, weeks ago and just forgot to finish it so, my bad.

17 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

#2

Highschool YB and MC.

Started as a doodle but then I got carried away.

22 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Here’s the man himself, the redesign I said I’d share.

He’s called Wybie, because Coraline was MC’s favorite movie in highschool.

He looks kinda like a scene kid I’m not sure how that happened but it’s fine because alt people are muah, chefs kiss, Easily the best fashion style, fight me.

So what’s the difference between this Peter and in game Peter?

Quite a few things. For example, Wybie actually respects aromantic and asexual people. Don’t get me wrong he’s still a weirdo he just, you know, doesn’t invalidate your sexual or romantic orientation. Same with lesbians, even official blog Peter was weird about lesbians. Wybie is not. Your a lesbian, he respects that, but he’s your best friend and you can’t have a partner with him in your life, obviously. That being said he’s still very much a “I’m the only person in your life, regardless of if we’re friends or lovers” kinda yandere, though he can be, helped to be less obsessive of that but it’s a long road.

He also would rather die than use any violence on you, at all. None. Your his beloved, after all, only scum hurts their partners.

He’s mindful of your consent, as well. You don’t consent to something he’s not gonna do it. Well, aside from obviously the stalking, maybe taking a few things you no longer want or need but, sexual wise, nothing is done without permission.

If you don’t like any of this that’s fine, I’m not shaming anyone for still liking Peter. I just personally don’t like the way the game is going and so spite fueled me to make a version for myself and anyone else who feels betrayed by the game. Others have done this better, like @y0ur-beta-b0yfriend who is phenomenal honestly. I just wanted to try my hand out making a yb design is all.

24 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

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[lunarnoire]

an independent roleplay blog for BLACK LADY / WICKED LADY from BISHOUJO SENSHI SAILOR MOON. low activity / mun is 21+ .

🌑 i prefer the manga so that is the one i will be pulling from the most ! 🌑

guidelines

i. This is a independent roleplay blog for BLACK LADY / WICKED LADY from Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon. So! Not Chibiusa, but Black Lady. (I’ll probably still call her chibs in my ooc posts cuz same person but Black Lady was Chibs under the control of Wiseman.)

ii. This blog is low activity because of my personal life (work/life). This blog is also mutuals only.

iii. No god-modding and/or meta-gaming! I’m aware that Chibs as Black Lady has powers/abilities where she can forcefully hold other characters, and fling them away. Obviously things like this will be talked out beforehand. This is my first time roleplaying a villain so I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes especially since Black Lady is a manipulative character.

iv. I tend to match my partners in terms of length but sometimes my replies may be on the longer side. (I tag long posts with #long post if you need to filter it). I do accept criticism on my writing and how I can get better as I am to here to also improve my craft aside from having fun! I’m gonna be upfront with you guys right now and let you know that I have… issues with commas. I don’t use them as often as before but those little swiggles… Daunting.

v. Nsfw content like smut will not be present here! Black Lady is Chibs under the control of Wiseman so she still has the mentality of a little girl. Please keep this in mind. Yes she may be over 902 but that be the perks of the Silver Crystal, y'know. She’s still a kid even though Wiseman twisted her dream to be a beautiful lady into something terrifying.

vi. In regards to ships, the same thing from VII. applies here. I’m aware Chibs has parental issues and you don’t have to worry about the whole father/daughter… weirdness ig that occurs when she’s Black Lady. I believe that Wiseman distorted Chibiusa’s dream of finding love and being a beautiful lady for his own ends and since Mamoru was one of the only positive male figures in her life… yeah. Not to mention it is a way for her as Black Lady under the power of darkness to get back at Usagi. But anyways!! I like Chibiusa and Helios. They’re very cute, but outside of alternate universes, you don’t have to worry about this and I won’t force it on anyone. If you’d like to plot something out between characters that isn’t pre-determined in BSSM (at least the Black Moon Arc where Black Lady appears) such as family bonds or platonic, please message me so we can plot things out beforehand and then work our way through threads and development!

vii. Regarding Mains/Exclusives… I do not practise exclusivity anymore! I’m still iffy on practising mains for the same reasons, so for right now mains are reserved for friends only. I apologize in advance, but it’s really more for my safety and comfort than anything. Also if I’m being honest here… I tend to get to my threads depending on the order I draft them in so oldest first then newest which is why I’m unsure on the status of mains here.

viii. Regarding OCs and Multimuses, you are welcome here! I typically do not follow if I cannot easily find your about page, rules, and muses page via mobile as I tend to be on mobile more than desktop.

ix. In closing, you are always welcome to message me if you have plot ideas or if you wish to thread, etc! If I miss any threads, replies, asks…, please let me know! If you have questions, please let me know! You can call me Kairi. I’m over 21 and Sailor Moon has been with me all my life. 🥺❤ I’ve read the manga, watched both Crystal and the 90s animes as well as all the recorded musicals, and I’m even a member of the official fan club! My other fave characters aside from Black Lady specifically are Aino Minako/Sailor Venus/Sailor V, Sailor Galaxia, Sailor Ceres, and Fish Eye! I just really love Sailor Moon… 🥺❤❤

x. This blog is not affiliated with Toei Animation, Naoko Takeuchi / P.N.P.. My headcanons and writing are my own. Sources are from various official sources provided by Toei and/or P.N.P. or they are from missdream or mintymoondrops. My graphics (so icon border, page break image and stuff like that) / psd are made my me.other page break banners are from cafekitsune.

about

NAME: PRINCESS SMALL LADY SERENITY / CHIBIUSA TSUKINO.

AGE: 900 - 903.

DOB: June 30th.

NATIONALITY: Japanese.

SPECIES: Human.

GENDER: Female.

OCCUPATION: Queen of Darkness.

HEIGHT: 156cm , 158cm, 165cm. (these are the heights of her myu actresses in order that they played her so mao -> shion -> yui.)

HAIR: Sugar Pink.

EYES: Red (look like Glass Beads).

FACECLAIM: mao kawasaki, shion nakamaru, yui ito.

Born as the only child to Neo Queen Serenity and King Endymion, she was given the name "Usagi Small Lady Serenity" or "Chibiusa" for short. Due to her stagnated growth, Chibiusa was often bullied and ridiculed for still being a "child". This caused the people of the 30th century to believe that Chibiusa was not really the king and queen's daughter and was a "fake". She also never showed any signs of having powers like her mother which worried her parents.

To try and assuage his daughter's fears, King Endymion tells the young princess of the 30th century that she is much the same as her mother in that regard. He also tells her that 'Sailor Moon' is invincible. This falls flat as it makes Chibiusa feel that more distant from her mother and makes her believe even more that she will never be a wonderful lady like her mother and that her mother did not care about her at all.

This causes her to wander through the Crystal Palace where she finds the Door of Time and meets the solitary guardian, Sailor Pluto. The two would become good friends and Sailor Pluto would be instrumental in Chibiusa's awakening as both a Sailor Guardian and becoming free from Wiseman's control and delusions. Chibiusa falls to peer pressure from her young peers and steals her mother's Silver Crystal and shortly after this, the Black Moon Clan attacked the Earth. Chibiusa being racked with guilt at seeing her mother encased in crystal as well as the other Sailor Guardians, her father, and even Luna and Artemis being rendered immobile, she believed this to be the result of her own actions. Feeling alone, afraid, and desperate, Chibiusa uses the powers of her Luna-P ball to steal a Space-Time Key from her friend, Sailor Pluto, to seek the aid of the Sailor Guardians of the past to save her mother and the future.

Chibiusa escapes to the future where she meets the past versions of her mother and father and the inner Sailor Guardians and seeks their help. The Black Moon Clan follows the young princess to the past and tries to both abduct Chibiusa and stop the Guardians from foiling their plans. They take each of the Inner Sailor Guardians hostage except for Sailor Venus and her, Chibiusa, Tuxedo Mask and Sailor Moon travel to the future to rescue them. They are stopped by Sailor Pluto until Chibiusa is able to explain the situation and Sailor Pluto informs the trio of the misfortunes that have come to befall them. They make their way to the castle where King Endymion greets them and explains the origins of Chibiusa - that she is the sole daughter of Usagi and Mamoru and is the heir to both the legacy of Sailor Moon and kingdom of Crystal Tokyo.

While the Guardians and Mamoru are preoccupied with the Black Moon Clan, Chibiusa wanders alone - struggling with coming to terms over how her actions have affected everyone she loves and holds dear and even the lives of innocent people. Her feelings of loneliness and confusion are ripe enough for her to fall into Wiseman's hands and her beautiful dream of being of a beautiful lady and leader and having a beautiful romance like her parents is twisted into something awful and she is transformed into Black Lady, Queen of Darkness.

From this point on Black Lady is under the total control of Wiseman. She is responsible for summoning forth the true form of Wiseman and the planet of Nemesis. She helps Wiseman kill Rubeus and helps him give the Malefic Black Crystal Earrings to Saphir and Demande so they fall under his control. She puts Tuxedo Mask under her control and uses to him attack Sailor Moon and steal her Silver Crystal as well as summoning more Black Crystals to Crystal Tokyo in an attempt to destroy the Earth.

When Sailor Pluto freezes time and sacrifices herself so that the two Silver Crystals do not touch, Chibiusa is freed from Wiseman's control and Black Lady ceases to be.

In the 90s anime, Sailor Moon makes multiple attempts to restore Chibiusa to herself but ultimately fails until the final battle against Black Lady and Wiseman where both Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask as their future selves break through Wiseman's spell and free Chibiusa from his clutches.

Black Lady is mentioned again during the Dream Arc when Palla Palla puts a spell on Chibiusa and Usagi switching the growths so that Chibiusa appears older than she is and takes on a similar appearance to Black Lady, but not entirely as her appearance is much softer than the harshness of her dark form.

verses

BLACKMOON. Feeling lonely and afraid, she wanders through space-time after losing her precious time key. Wiseman finds her and preys on her feelings of loneliness - promising that which she desires most. He twists her beautiful dream into something dark and the small lady becomes black lady - queen of darkness. With her newfound powers, she takes on the Sailor Guardians and calls forth not only Death Phantom but the planet, Nemesis as her and Death Phantom seek to end the reign of the White Moon.

BLACKROSE. The princess of the 30th century returns to the future with the Sailor Guardians and learns from her father that the Silver Crystal disappeared before the Black Moon Clan attacked. She believes the events after the attack and the damage her mother sustained in power were her fault and she runs away, leaving the protection of the Crystal Palace. Wiseman finds her and distorts her memories into something tragic and after taking advantage of her weakness, he uses his powers to transform into black lady - princess of darkness. The Princess of the White Moon (Sailor Moon) almost succeeds in restoring the once young [future] princess of the 30th century with the mysterious powers of the Silver Crystal but is saved by Wiseman.

BLACKRABBIT. This is the same as BLACKMOON as Sailor Moon Crystal follows the manga - albeit with a few differences to my chagrin in the beginning.

BIRTH. The Summer 2001 and Winter 2002 Musical follows the events of the Black Moon arc in the manga. Its revision introduces the Outer Senshi.

PETITE. The Summer 2014 Musical follows the events of the Black Moon arc in the manga.

ANOTHERSTORY. Confronting the Sailor Guardians in Silver Millennium, she tells them that destiny has changed and that the one they know as "Chibiusa" will cease to exist.

DREAM. Chibiusa gives herself over to Queen Nehelania , offering her her beautiful dream in exchange for Helios's freedom and the safety of the people of Tokyo. What the young guardian doesn't know is that Nehelania has no intention of honoring her promise. The young princess's dream becomes tainted - her beautiful dream of being a beautiful lady and strong leader like her mother and finding a love as wonderful as her parents wilts. Black Lady once again rises as a member of the Dead Moon Circus and is a formidable opponent for the Sailor Guardians.

DREAMREDUX. Chibiusa gives herself over to Queen Nehelania , offering her her beautiful dream in exchange for Helios's freedom and the safety of the people of Tokyo. What the young guardian doesn't know is that Nehelania has no intention of honoring her promise. The young princess's dream becomes tainted - her beautiful dream of being a beautiful lady and strong leader like her mother and finding a love as wonderful as her parents wilts. Black Lady once again rises as a member of the Dead Moon Circus and is a formidable opponent for the Sailor Guardians. Helios has continued to seek refuge in her beautiful dream in the hopes that he had can reach her through the darkness, but all Black Lady wants is to bring him into the darkness with her. SHARED WITH @MAIDENKISSED.

STARS. Upon her return to the 20th century to aid Sailor Moon, Chibiusa is greeted by the Sailor Quartet - her team of Sailor Guardians - and they travel to the Galaxy Cauldron with the Starlights, Princess Kakyuu, and Sailor Chibi-Chibi. After crossing the river Styx and being confronted by formidable Sailor Guardians controlled by Sailor Galaxia, they reach Galaxia's castle. It is here they are greeted by their allies, now under Galaxia's command. Sensing a new player from the future, Galaxia does not hesitate in trying to steal Chibiusa's Star Seed. However she senses what was once a great darkness in the tiny princess's heart and once her Pink Silver Crystal is stolen, Chibiusa is granted new powers and rises once more as Black Lady.

mains

HELIOS / @maidenkissed.

credits

cafekitsune / Toei / Naoko Takeuchi / P.N.P. / Marco Albiero / missdream / mintymoondrops / spriters-resource.

#ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴀᴅɴᴇss (ᴏᴏᴄ); #ᴡʜᴇɴ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʟᴀᴅʏ sɪɴɢs (ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴs);

[methodrones]

album review : methodrone

released: august 1995

genre: shoegaze, psychedelic rock

next up we've gooooooot methodrone! this blog's namesake, of course, as well as the first album with an official release date. i think this album has some good songs, some not so good ones too, but let's dive in and see where this leads us! also i sat down and listened to this whole thing without any breaks i think that makes me a true music snob ( or just someone with no life ). buuut anyway!

on to the songs...

evergreen

hey, i told you guys we'd be getting evergreen again. here it is! as usual, i love the warped sounds at the beginning going into the actual music, the vocals are good on both sides, and i love when they duet on the chorus. this version is a tiny bit longer than pol pot's, but it definitely is the perfect length and for sure achieves that shoegaze sound. i also like anton's singing at the end. not much else to say. great song!

rating: 10/10

wisdom

i. fucking. love. this. song. i didn't really used to, but FUCK if it hasn't grown on me. the drums are perfect, the chords, the SOLO???? god it's just. fucking perfection. i love the lyrics they're so great, "you're the one thing i believe in," "my love is like a flower / daisies are always free / pulling out the petals", "i'll get my way or i'm going to kill you" SO MANY GREAT FUCKING LINES. and that solo just makes me melt it's amazing. genuine perfection. anton's voice is really great here, it works so well, completely encapsulates the vibe and theme of the song i think. especially the obsessive desperation of the "love me, love me" line. the ending is def kind of thrown at you! like oh yeah if you don't love me i'll kill you! it's just great, i really really really enjoy this song and truly never skip it when it comes up. very catchy, fun to listen to, and even more fun to play on guitar. absolutely flawless, definitely the best song on this album.

rating: 100000000/10

crushed

i had no idea this song, which we just heard on spacegirl, was also here on methodrone! i think ?? it's pretty much the exact same thing, and though it works pretty well on this album, it's maybe a little more suited to spacegirl just in terms of the lyrics. the main differences i hear have to do with the bass not being quite as loud, the drums being a little different, and louder / clearer vocals. aside from that, same shit! i like spacegirl's version better.

rating: 7/10

that girl suicide

you guys already know how i feel about this song <3 same version as spacegirl, just slightly less grainy. ethereal amazing wonderful etc. one of the best tracks on this album.

rating: 11/10

wasted

I LOVE THIS SONG!!! we've got the great matt hollywood bass line ( expect me to talk about this man a lot ) and the blasted chords ... shoegaze fuckin central. i like how it gets a little calmer then we go back to getting fucking blasted at "i want to know." also anton's vocals are great here. i just adore them so much. when he uses his more normal voice vs the accent i'm always blown away by how much i love his voice. same thing in spanish bee, which we will get to probably soon. i think it's in the last album that came out in '96. anyway, yeah! wasted is fucking great and hits every time, just a superb song.

rating: 10/10

everyone says

somehow i'm not sure i've ever heard this song???? what the fuck. that's crazy. anyway, holy shit here comes anton's more normal voice again... WOW WOW WOW. his voice fucking rocks here, i love it. very drawn out and raspy and shaky ... just amazing. i like the line "everything reminds me of something you said," that spoke to me not gonna lie. anyway, this is good! i've definitely never heard this song so this is a genuine first time reaction. you should feel lucky, there's not gonna be many of those. BUT i would give this a pretty good score, not my fav thing ever musically but i really enjoy anton's voice on here, so. added points.

rating: 6/10

short wave

nice little song. i've enjoyed this one since i first heard it, which was admittedly not that long ago ( like earlier this year ) so i failed in that regard. but i've heard it before unlike everyone says so, that's something! anyway i really love the drums and background guitar on here, kind of a similar thing to that girl suicide almost. vocals are okay to start, i like them much better on the chorus tho. catchy and easy to sing along to ( if i could figure out these fucking lyrics ... NEVER trust the lyrics under a bjm song ). sooo yeah! short but good song.

rating: 7/10

she made me

ahhhh this song <3 it's such a vibe and truly hits, i forget how many good tracks are actually on here! this song is sooo fun to play on guitar, the chord progression ( of sorts ) is really cool. the chorus slaps and i think most people could find a way to enjoy this song, there's really nothing wrong with it in any capacity! the "la la la la laa"s are nice. good fade out. it's a little long but overall a great song, i like this version a little better than the one on the singles collection.

rating: 9/10

hyperventilation

ten fucking minutes bro .... this is not spacegirl help me. anyway, genuine review, i've never listened to this song in its entirety but i do like how it starts off, catchy little riff and drums goin' on... pretty slow build up to the vocals, no idea what's being said but i've come to appreciate that actually. and now that i hear the lyrics i do! realize i've heard at least this far but for sure skipped the rest lol. i like this little chorus of sorts, if it can even be called that. the beat is really nice tho so that keeps me engaged. i think he's saying smth about "sniffing glue" ??? idk it's about getting high what else can i tell you. the rest of the song is largely repetitive but i think, similar to spacegirl, it's not insanely boring repetitive. like i said, the beat is good enough to keep me interested for sure. this is very psychedelic, reminds me a bit of the black angels! so i see where that genre tag comes in. the little yell near the end is good.... enjoyed! i would definitely put this on a psychedelic playlist for some good background noise lol.

rating: 7/10

records

short song here! if this ... can even be counted as a song? it's giving the beginning of crushed, it's giving deep in the devil's eye & you. then we get this interesting kinda whooshing sound LOL it's very odd. i guess considering it's called 'records'... idk like a record spinning? am i getting this right? who knows. this being listened to more than outback is hilarious tho now i'm scared for that song. but uh yeah this was literally nothing idek what to give this shit.

rating: 4/10

i love you

TAMBOURINE!!!!!!!! imma be real now that i think about it ... this is the first song we've gotten tambo in thus far. i'm like pretty sure of that. and xylophone?? is that a xylophone?? vibraphone?? idk. anyway not loving the music the nonexistent beat is giving me nothing. this is another song i've literally never listened to in my life. lots of those on this album i guess lol. also wtf is up with these lyrics??? like the lyric screen is completely wrong i hate bjm fans syncing random ass fucking words to the track like come ON. open your ears people i'm too deaf to understand what he's saying i rely on this bullshit. anyway... vocals are forgettable so is the song itself i don't love it. I DON'T LOVE YOU, SONG. 💔

rating: 4/10

end of the day

okay ... the cure ass type intro beat. very moody i'm kinda liking it. okay then the vocals come in and i don't love it as much ( i'm reacting to this in real time ). and this slow ass song being five minutes long is kind of a crime. i mean we get a pick up of sorts but also not really. truthfully this was boring i really didn't like it! this is my lowest rated bjm song yet it is just not hitting in the slightest for me. so sorry anton.

rating: 3/10

outback

the intro is def reminding me of evergreen a bit ( the intro has turned into the whole song ). i still like this more than records so idk what's going on with the plays. but uh yeah still forgettable not much going on here but shoegazey sounds and not even the emotional kind it's just guitar. average joe score for a song that's a little too long to just be this.

rating: 5/10

she's gone

i enjoy this song a fair amount! it's not my favorite by any means but it's soft and calming and the whole thing is very nice. i didn't even realize this is its original album, i only ever listen to it on tepid peppermint wonderland lol. the vocals are really good tho, i like how they get drawn out at the end. pretty long song, seven minutes, but i think it fits well on this album and it's not insanely difficult to listen to, its repetitiveness just kind of fades into the background. a little better than average stuff!

rating: 7/10

untitled (methodrone)

okay! so i will say one thing, i fucking LOVE this song. it has been a staple of shoegazey bjm for me and is an absolute killer fucking track. the chords are phenomenal, i love the bass, it's genuine perfection. HOWEVER. i enjoy the singles collection version sooooo much better than this one ... i think the distant, echoed vocals on the other one work better than the closer, louder vocals in methodrone's version. and the loudness of the other version is just ... god. it goes right through you in the best way possible. but it's still the same song, just a diff version, but the live one just fucking rocks!!! anton's singing on this one isn't very good idk what else to say. so, a couple points off for that, but rest assured when we get to the singles collection this fucking song is getting a billion out of ten rating i listen to it very frequently. oh also, the screaming guitar part is fucking phenomenal. i'm guessing someone is ACTUALLY screaming into like the guitar's pickups or ... well i don't really know how they're doing it, but it's amazing. kills me every time and it works even better on the live version. can't wait to get to it ( we have like fifteen chronological years before we get there ). BUT the ending little music is nice i just ... ugh. great track.

rating: 8/10

in india you - bonus track

another bonus track that SHOULD'VE STAYED OFF. in my humble opinion. like surely this works better on their satanic majesties' second request ( which is the one it next appears on ) or it would've even worked better on give it back?? which has sitar and other indian influenced type shit?? idk i just think it doesn't work here at all but overall the song is fine. one point off for shit placement tho.

rating: 6/10

and that was methodrone! i would say this was an album that definitely has more hits than misses, but some of these misses are .... random. not great. so i think i'm probably going to score this similarly to spacegirl, maybe a little lower in terms of the decimal point tho lol. i think the good shit on here works and the shit that's not good doesn't. thankfully, it was an enjoyable listen overall ( except for end of the day ) even when i wasn't loving the songs. pretty good album!

hits: wisdom, that girl suicide, evergreen

misses: end of the day, records, i love you

overall album score: 7/10

next up we're moving into 1996! this year holds three albums, which is still insane to me, and two of them are some of my favorites so i cannot wait! knowing me, take it from the man will come out pretty soon, but we'll see. i just work on these when i'm not doing shit and that's pretty often, so. yk. stay tuned!

#( album review ) #methodrone #mixed feelings on this one.... #wisdom always fucking hits tho

[cyvonix]

~ Cyv's Manga Club ~

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 1: Phantom Blood

Vol. 1 (Chapter 1 - 11)

Alright, let's get this thing started...

So !!! I really wanna start reading more manga, but I've always enjoyed talking about and analyzing the things I consume, participating in a sense of community or at the very least, having an archive of my thoughts on said thing. So I figured why not start a lil blog-type-thing talking about my opinions on whatever it is I'm reading at the moment? I originally started this on twitter since I do admittedly use it way more but..... for obvious reasons Tumblr is a much better platform for slightly longer-form blog style content. ANYWAY, I think it'll be really fun to document my journey through all these different series. Nothing crazy long, just a few paragraphs about whatever I think about the current thing. (Hence why I'm calling these a "manga club" and not flat-out reviews.) So here we go! The very first series I'm gonna write about is *drumroll* JoJo!

Somehow I've never read or watched any JoJo before this aside from one single episode of the anime. Crazy right? But a lot of the iconography from the series is downright iconic, so of course I still know much of it. Not the story tho, in fact not even the slightest bit. I went into this basically as blind as you could. And what do I think so far? Well, I like it! I will certainly say that it has its flaws that I've noticed, but for one, I know these will most likely get ironed out along its impressive runtime, and two, they weren't nearly enough to make me stop enjoying it.

The art is of course extremely well-known when it comes to JoJo. In this first installation, the influence from retro action series' like Fist of the North Star REALLY shines through, like, REALLY. I think it does manage to still be pretty unique, but the feeling of it being derivitive does linger a bit. Of course, this is yet another thing that we all know got polished as fuck as time went on to become one of the sickest styles in the entire medium, but for now, still good!! The characterization is something else I found to be worth pointing out - for better and for worse. JoJo's character himself is actually fairly bland. He's about as good hearted and squeaky clean as you could possibly ask for. Usually, I would think this was boring, and it absolutely would've been if it weren't for his showstopping rival, motherfucking Dio Brando. This dude is SO. EVIL. COMICALLY EVIL. KICKS A FUCKIN DOG AND THEN SETS IT ON FIRE LEVEL EVIL. GOD DAMN BRO. But yeah, the juxtaposition between these two and the way JoJo has to adapt his good boy attitudes to this absolute fuckwad of an impending force makes for something much more interesting than it would be otherwise. I like that you see his willingness to get a bit more "down in the mud" as the volume progresses and we see JoJo slowly become more and more of a gigachad beyond each timeskip. The last portion of the volume is where the fist of the north star really popped off and we see that art style come in full force, with the iconic JoJo character still-frames making their glorious, flamboyant debut. I also think the volume ended on a pretty good cliffhanger, left me wondering where the story could possibly go, and also made me excited to finally be delving into some of the more blantantly supernatural elements that I imagine will elevate the series above what it's been in these early moments.

So yeah, as if it needed to be said, JoJo is pretty cool. And I'm only beginning Part 1 !!!!!! I'm certain shit is only gonna get more and more wild as I continue on, and I'll definitely check in with more updates once I read further chapters. Thank you so much to anybody who actually stopped and read this, I would love to have discussions as I read through so feel free to have a chat with me lolol

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jonathan joestar #dio brando #jojo part one #jojo part 1 #jojo phantom blood #anime #manga #manga review #jojo review #manga discussion

[deceitfuloutcast]

MOVING ACCOUNTS

I've thought about it and have decided to make a new account

my new blog is @arikad0 ! I'll try to refollow all of my mutuals but there's a chance I'll miss some. just shoot me a message if I don't end up refollowing you and I'll fix it :)

I've had this account since I was 12 and if you look back through some of my tags it really shows. I have a few posts from back then that still get notes to this day and I kinda cringe every time I see them in my notifications. so I think it's about time I switch accounts

again my new blog is @arikad0 ! hope to see you there!

#i'll reblog this post occasionally so people are aware and can follow my new account if they want #but yeah asides from that this blog is no longer gonna be used

[luxwritesfanfic]

Don’t Take The Money

Poor reader thought it would end up being a normal Sunday but that must’ve been the mix of bleach and Pinesol fumes getting to their head. Or, the one where reader finds out they have more in common with the other woman in Sherlock’s life than they thought and Sherlock has an aneurysm at the revelation. Thanks for reading!

Sherlock Holmes/Reader

You were just waking up when Sherlock was moving around the bedroom trying to pack his overnight bag. You groaned at the noise of drawers being opened and hangers jostled and rolled over onto your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Sherlock? You’re leaving?”

He stopped in his tracks back towards the closet and moved to sit on the edge of the bed next to you. He looked down at you with fondness that so many people thought he was incapable of feeling and as always, it made your heart swell. Brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, you relished in his undivided attention.

“A case was brought to my attention. I won’t be gone for long, it’s a few towns over.” He insists, trying to ease your worries before they arise.

Although you’d miss him, it never did anyone any good when Sherlock was bored. He needed something to keep him occupied and you needed time to clean up the drywall shrapnel that constantly covered the couch due to the boredness. It would give you the opportunity to deep clean the flat and the idea wasn’t so bad.

“Is John going too?” Sherlock nodded. You don’t know why you asked, they always worked together.

You turned your head to kiss his palm and sat up to get out of bed. “Okay. I’ll make you breakfast before you guys leave. Nobody likes train food anyway.”

Sherlock moved to help you stand, one of the smiles he reserved just for you gracing his lips. “You take excellent care of me. But you should know, you don’t have to be useful for this to mean something to me.”

He caught you off guard, but he usually did when he read you like a book. Your whole life you’d made yourself useful and you weren’t sure if people liked you for you or for the fact that there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for them. You would do anything and everything for Sherlock and it didn’t have anything to do with being useful, honestly. You loved him dearly and you couldn’t imagine treating him like you felt anything less than that. You couldn’t help but kiss him.

“Omelettes or pancakes?”

—

Your shirt was soaked from washing the dishes and you smelled like a mixture of bleach and formaldehyde from scrubbing the fridge clean and removing the severed head that took up the space where your coffee creamer should be. You had done more loads of laundry than you could count, bleached the bloodstained tub from Sherlock’s latest pig quest, the entire flat smelled like Bahama breeze and you couldn’t be more content. The boys weren’t due back for a day or two so you figured you’d spend some time with Mrs. Hudson when you were done and see if you could meet up with Bucky and Greg for lunch. When you passed the kitchen on your way to your bedroom to change, you decided that this may be the only chance you ever get to clear off the dining room table. Sherlock’s science equipment had overrun it and you figured it wouldn’t hurt if you straightened it up just a bit.

You were in the midst of cleaning out Sherlock’s beakers when you heard the knock on the door. Figuring that John would have posted on his blog that they weren’t currently taking clients because they were on a case, you expected to see Mrs. Hudson and the mop she was letting you borrow. You cracked the door just enough to see who was on the other side and was surprised to see an older woman holding a plate of baked goods who wasn’t Mrs. Hudson.

“Hi... how can I help you?”

The woman in question’s eyes lit up at the sight of you and you weren’t sure why. She smiled and gestured to the platter in her hands. “Is Sherlock Holmes here?”

She must be a client, you thought. Shaking your head, you responded, “No, sorry! The boys off on a case. I’m a friend of theirs. Is there something I can help you with?”

She was looking past you into the flat and you weren’t sure what she was looking for. “Do you mind if I come in? I could really use a cup of tea. And I wanted to drop these cookies I made for Sherlock off.”

You looked at what she was holding and decided it wouldn’t really hurt to let her in, and the cookies looked amazing. Sherlock must have helped her in some way.

“Sure, come on in. Sorry about my clothes... I’ve been doing some spring cleaning.” You stepped aside and let her in. “So, are you a client of his?”

She went to place the platter on the table and you were excited that it was already worth cleaning off the table. “Not quite. I’ve known him his whole life and have loved him even longer.” She turned and smiled at you, seeing through you in a way that seemed eerily close to Sherlock.

You hummed, taking in her answer. Sherlock didn’t talk much about his friends, so you weren’t surprised that you never heard of her.

“Just a minute, I’m gonna change.”

You excused yourself to the bedroom where your phone was charging on the bed. After sending Sherlock a quick text that someone who wasn’t a client was here for him, you dug around in the closet for something clean and more appropriate.

The lady didn’t really seem like a threat and you were sure if it came down to it, you’d be able to protect yourself. You could chuck the skull on the mantle if need be, it was a hard hitter.

When you returned, she was wandering around the flat and looking at all of the pictures of you, Sherlock, and John that you’d recently framed and put out.

“You and Sherlock, you’re close, yes? Tell me about him. It’s been so long.” She was holding a picture that you took of you two in the back of a taxi. Sherlock was on his phone but you thought his hair looked extra good and the golden hour light made him look like an angel so you had to take the picture.

“Yeah, I mean. He’s a seriously great person. A brilliant detective, he’s so smart. He helps all these people for free, and he never complains if they don’t offer him anything. He hates when I tell him he’s a godsend but who else would do that? Um... he’s really funny, probably one of the funniest people I know. You just have to keep up with his humor. It can be kind of dry, but it’s there. He’s one of the most loyal people there is and he’d do anything for the people he cares about.”

It was so easy for you to speak so highly of him. It was like second nature.

“He can be stubborn sometimes, and he can be a little more blunt than he needs to be but... he’s amazing. There’s no other way to explain him, really. He’s got a light that comes from him that rivals the sun and I don’t think it could ever be dimmed.”

She turned back to you and slowly broke out into one of the biggest grins you’d ever seen someone wear. “You really love my son.”

“Your son?” You blinked, unsure of what was going on. You really started to look at the woman in front of you and you realized Sherlock had her eyes. A complete copy and paste. “Oh my God, you’re Sherlock’s mom. I never even introduced myself. I’m Y/N, a friend of-”

“You’re not his friend, dear, and I’m not blind. Old age takes a lot from you, but I could never miss the way my son shines. And you... you see it too.” She walked up to you, still holding the picture frame in her hands. “You love my son in a way that no one else has. Let me tell you all about him.”

—

You couldn’t stop laughing.

Sherlock’s mom had brought over tons of scrapbooks and old pictures that she had acquired over the years, and you had a feeling she knew you were here alone before she even knocked on the door. Mycroft, probably. You spent the whole day getting to know each other and taking a stroll down memory lane with her telling you all about Sherlock as a kid and how it was growing up with two geniuses as sons. She even gave you a copy of one of Sherlock’s high school pictures that you were going to cherish forever. She seemed so happy to have someone to talk to and assured you that spending time with you was the closest she had felt to Sherlock in a long time.

You insisted that she stay and let you make dinner, but she was as equally stubborn as Sherlock and ordered you takeaway as her treat. You tried to argue but she was having none of it. “My God, you scrubbed this whole flat clean. I’m not going to let you dirty your dishes. How does Chinese sound?”

—

Sherlock barreled up the steps with all the force he could muster in his legs and rushed in to see you, perfectly fine and all in one piece, having dinner with his mother.

“Sherlock!” You both exclaimed, his mother full of excitement and you full of worry.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, standing up from your end of the couch. “I thought you were on a case? Is everything okay?”

“I’ve been texting and calling you all day! You’re that daft that you couldn’t text back once all this time?” He’s still out of breath and he can feel his heartbeat in his ears. His tone is exasperated and you could hear the mix of anxiety and relief in his voice as he’d yet to acknowledge his mother. She seemed perfectly content to sit back and watch the situation unfold, amusement at her son’s unusual outburst gracing her features.

“My phone was dead! And then I put it on the charger and I forgot about it once your mom came, by the way!” You went to the bedroom and retrieved your phone to find a dozen missed texts and calls.

Probably just a client. SH

11:07 AM

Are you sure it’s not a client? SH

11:43 AM

Are they still there? SH

1:00 PM

Missed Call

1:17 PM

Missed Call

2:03 PM

Call me back. SH

3:26 PM

Y/N, I’m on a case. Call me back. SH

3:44 PM

Missed Call

4:13 PM

Is everything alright? SH

4:52 PM

Missed Call

5:08 PM

Missed Call

5:10 PM

Missed Call

5:12 PM

I’m boarding the train now and I’ll be there soon. Don’t worry. SH

5:21 PM

Sherlock followed after you, still without ever acknowledging his mother, and shut the door after himself. With his palms braced against the wooden door, he tried to ease the tension out of his bones through a deep breath as he watched you check your phone. He wasn’t worried about the case at all. It was mostly solved and what little was left John could do with ease. He felt the weight of the missed calls in his stomach like lead and the three hour train ride that he couldn’t curse to defy time any quicker. He had plenty of enemies and you had virtually none, so there would be no reason to think you’d hesitate to assist anyone who came to his door, especially if it was in the name of helping him. He thought he’d walk into a crime scene and he couldn’t shake those images out of his head.

You got up from the bed and walked over to him, reaching to wrap one arm around his neck and to take his hand in yours in the other. You pressed a kiss to his jaw, and then to his chin, over his eyelids, his nose, and then lastly you met his lips, murmuring “I’m sorry” in between every kiss. He didn’t usually voice it, but you had known him long enough to know when he was upset. He relaxed into your touch as he always did and you pulled away from him long enough to pull on the ends of his scarf. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Let me help. We got takeaway for your mom and I but we can share mine. I got what you like anyway.”

He let you pull his scarf and jacket off and you were delighted to see he wasn’t really mad with you. You hang his jacket on the closet door and by the time you turn back to face him, he’s already making his way back out to the living room. Following after him, you see his mother gesturing him to come over.

“What are you doing here? I thought I told Mycroft to tell you I was away on business.” He was messing with the cuffs on his sleeves but his question was directed at his mother with unmistakable intent. She tsked at him, and you began to see even more similarities in their mannerisms.

“That’s no way to talk to your mother, William. I was spending some time with your darling partner here and I don’t even get a kiss or a hug?” She began gathering her belongings and threw her purse over her shoulder. You weren’t happy to see her go.

You did peak up at the name. “William? Your name is William?”

Sherlock groaned, ignoring you completely. You swore you could see a blush dusting his cheeks. In no time he was at the door, holding it open for his mother. “It’s getting rather late, don’t you agree? Father must be wondering where you are. Be sure to pay Mycroft a visit the next time you’re in town. I assure you, he always has time for family.”

She turned to you and blew you a kiss. “I had a great time with you today, I hope you’ll manage to bring Sherlock home more.”

Walking over to Sherlock, she paused to kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear, “I know you know what you could lose here. So be sure you don’t, Sherlock.”

Before she totally stepped out of the flat, she turned around one last time. “Promise me you’ll come home soon. Your father and I miss you dearly.”

“I heard you the first ten times. Goodnight and safe travels, mother.” Sherlock shut the door before his mother could get another word and your shoulders slumped.

“Hey, that was your mom! She’s really nice. We had a good day.” You started to clean up the coffee table and take the dishes into the kitchen. You couldn’t understand Sherlock’s relationship with his family but you were sure there was a lot of things you didn’t know. Still, it was nice to have a chance to bond with your (maybe one day) future family. It was then that you realized that Sherlock never said anything when his mother mentioned you being his partner. You two never really officially defined what you were, so to see him not object to an actual title made you feel all warm inside.

“No, you had a good day. I was trying to work a case and clear a man’s name while trying to figure out if I’d come home to you kidnapped or dead.” Sherlock rolled his eyes, watching you from the doorway. You looked back at him as you dropped the dishes into the sink and let out a sigh. You hated the fact that you let him down.

“I have to go back tomorrow to tie some loose ends with John. If you come with me, I have a feeling I’ll get over it a lot quicker.” His voice was quiet but full of mirth. He won’t hold this over your head, and you both know this, but if it makes him feel better you’ll follow him. You’d follow him to the ends of the Earth and off the edge if he lead you.

Sherlock pushed himself off of the doorway and walked towards the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he went.

“So, you’re staying home tonight?” You swung around the  kitchen doorway and called out to the hall. You hadn’t even thought about Sherlock having to go back, and you couldn’t help but be excited that he would be there for you to fall asleep next to tonight. 

“You didn’t expect me to make the trip back at this hour, did you? Besides, I sleep better with you and it’s obvious that I don’t focus well if you’re not around, Which is why I need you to come with me tomorrow. It seems you owe me, anyway.” Sherlock takes a step back so you can see him in the bedroom doorway, and you can feel your heart in your throat.

He’s so beautiful, you think, all alabaster skin and lean muscle. He’s pulling a t-shirt over his head and you wonder if you could manifest a photographic memory long enough to commit him to memory. Of course he notices you staring, and you almost want to mention all the times you catch him staring at you but he changes the subject and opens the blankets for you and you shut up and follow him. You follow him and you love him and you wake up in the morning at the crack of dawn to run downstairs and order coffee from the shop next door before your train leaves, being sure to get them to write “William” on the cup. Sherlock doesn’t find this funny at all, but he still lets you fall asleep on his arm on the train ride there and doesn’t complain when his arm falls asleep right along with you.

He thinks that if this is the life his mother wished for him as a child, that would be one thing he could take off of his list of things she eventually needs to answer for. Because mothers know best, and when it came to you, she could have never been more right.

#bbc sherlock #bbc sherlock fanfiction #bbc sherlock imagine #bbc sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock x you #sherlock x reader #sherlock x you #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock imagine #sherlock holmes #sherlock ficlet #sherlock fluff #sherlock fandom #sherlock fanfic #sherlock holmes imagine #sherlock holmes fanfiction #sherlock holmes x you #sherlock has feelings #sherlock headcanon #luxwrites #sherlock holmes fandom #sherlock holmes fic #benedict cumberbatch x reader #reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction

[jamiedc-they-them]

Daisy and the team helping you with your passive suicidal thoughts

TW - Depression, Suicidal Thoughts. Mainly doing this as I'm in that headspace and, as always, writing these things help. I started writing for this blog because of it. So, you know...

She meets you on the team, but can tell how everyone keeps an extra eye on you.

Extra encouragement here and there, an extra second of a hand on the arm. Even from May.

It's her doing that that let's Daisy know they have a reason for it.

She's helped people before at the orphanage that struggle with those things, that and she's empathic, so she can tell you are struggling.

She is already pretty good friends with you at this point, so she cares about you already of course.

But, she doesn't really change her act.

At least, not at first...

She's subtle with it, despite the concern she feels:

Like the others, she gives you an extra "Good job" when you do something, an extra smile that lasts a extra second longer

She makes sure to spend more time with you

She knows how these thoughts sort of work, but does know it's different for everyone.

She knows the basic thought structure; you're useless, they don't care about you and would be better off without you

She hopes her actions of staying close are helping, even if a little, dissuade them

Then you start getting the others gifts on missions in exotic places

And she knows what this is...

Things to remember you by...

She gets the crew together. She puts her gift, a bracelet, on the table

"I think Y/N is considering..." She doesn't finish, feeling nauseous at the thought of losing someone who had now become one of her best friends.

That sets them all on high alert with you.

The others notice it more, the way you looked around more at the happy people you see on your missions.

They can see it in your eyes, the way the question crosses your mind...

Then HYDRA happens, and Jemma goes on a mission, and you throw yourself into drink.

You're functional, but an alcoholic.

But, still, you push back against them, even more so than before.

"Stay out of my shit." You say to Daisy one time you see her in your room, looking for bottles.

"I'm trying to look after you, Y/N." She says, stopping herself from insulting you.

"Yeah, well fucking don't. Jesus."

"Wait, what do you mean...?" Her voice trembles.

"I'm not gonna commit. I'm...not." You say, sure of your thoughts.

But she goes with you on missions now, and see's how you just freely put yourself in danger; allowing yourself to be bait. You don't seem to care about your injuries either.

Coulson tries to ground you, but you find a way through the pass system and still go out.

Then they know what they have to do...

It's when you come back from a solo mission you went on.

The doors open, and they see you walk down, hurt but just moving on with it...

Until you realise they are there.

You don't speak. No one does. Both parties just stare at each other.

"I got the file you wanted." You say to Coulson, throwing it to him.

He catches it, but doesn't take his eyes off of you.

"Y/N...You can't keep doing this." Mack says, voice calm but you hear the hurt in it. That just makes it worse.

"Then what else can I do...?" You ask, genuinley at a wits end.

For May, it then hits her as to why you are pushing yourself. The obvious reason aside.

She knows what part of the cause is...

"Y/N, you're helping enough with us." She says.

"Bullshit." You say in reply.

"We...contacted a friend of Andrew...We think it'd be good if you saw them." Coulson says. But you can tell this is less of a suggestion and more of a demand.

"Yeah, well, I'll probably just scare him away. Always seem to."

"Y/N," You look to Jemma, "I can't say I know how you feel...but, we want to help. You're our friend. We care about you." She's blunt, she has always had that edge to her, but now it is coming out in full force.

"When I was struggling, you helped me, Y/N. Let me pay you back for this." Fitz throws in.

"You don't owe me, Fitz."

"I don't. You're right. But, we're friends. Friend's help each other." He argues.

You look away from him, to Daisy.

"I'll go with you, if you want?" is all she offers.

You know you can't get out of this, so you just say "Ok" and go to debrief.

Except it doesn't end there...

The team help you with the debrief, unpacking and what not.

Then, Daisy goes with you to your room, turning on the tv and sitting on your bed as you go to bed.

"You don't have to stay, you know?" You say, turning away from her as you close your eyes.

"I know," She says, "Just missed you is all." The and scared for you is silent, but it's there.

Your breath even outs, and you are soon asleep.

But Daisy is just happy to hear it, to know you are still here and present.

And, true to her word, she goes with you to counselling, and waits outside. After that, she takes you to sparring

Simmons and Fitz give you a pillow that can help with your sleeping, some gifts from them.

Speaking of gifts, you notice how they never removed their gifts.

They kept them. It meant something to them.

One night it's Daisy in your room, the next it might be Jemma, etc

They make sure to keep you in the loop, to make sure you're with someone. On missions and to have as company.

They celebrate your better days, but when you relapse, they always ask. They ask you if you are ok and go from there.

They ask if you’re considering or if you have gotten to that stage of your depression.

They know this will be an ongoing battle. But they'll fight it.

As long as they have to...

Because you mean the world to them.

#daisy johnson imagine #daisy johnson headcannon #daisy johnson x reader #agents of shield imagine #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d imagine

[svnarintaro]

captain cuddling hcs !!

a/n: this blog was originally going to be a haikyuu blog but i really got into bnha so i have always had these ideas in the back of my head so enjoy !!

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daichi sawamura

- he is a classic guy

- he likes to be the big spoon

- he wouldn't mind being little spoon

- he just really likes to hold your waist and keep you in his arms to relax

- he likes telling you how he finds you beautiful while he cradles you in his arms

- his grip is kinda firm but in the best ways possible

- his hands never wander

- he will hold you when you are watching a movie

- he won't play with your hair cause he doesn't want to ruin it and make it messy

- his arms always your safe place

“you enjoying yourself?” a voice emerged from the door frame of your bedroom. “hey there handsome, i didn’t know that you were coming over,” daichi giggled as he lifted the blanket off of you to be pressed up behind you.

“well if you checked your phone every once in a while you would know that practice was cut short tonight,” he sighed as he rubbed your forearm softly. “you guys have been working really hard huh..” you tilted your head back to find it against his chest, and as you finished your sentence you feel mild vibrations. “yeah i have some idiots that won’t quit so i had to force them to rest for now.. but right now we gotta catch up on what you’ve been watching for the past few hours,”

oikawa tooru

- c l i n g y

- you better have a bladder of steel cause this idiot won't let go

"y/n chan~ let me hold you a little longer~"

"tooru i need to pee-"

- he is a little spoon

- and he likes lying on top of you on a couch when you're watching a show

- he likes having his head on your chest so he can hear your heart beat

- if you mindlessly play with his hair he will melt in your hands

- he gets whiny about school work and he will start ranting about his week

- he likes it when you squeeze him ever now and then

- it makes him feel loved

you were finally back from cram school and you wanted to crash as soon as you could to put your mind at ease. you knocked on the door and to your avail you saw oikawa’s mother. she lead you in knowing that you were dating oikawa for months. 

you opened the door to find your boyfriend on his bed scrolling through instagram, he looked up to see you and he smiled. “y/n chan~ what a surprise to see you here.” he put his phone down and proceeded to open his arms for you to settle, you allowed yourself to get comfortable in his arms. “thanks tooru..” you really needed his warmth to help you relax. you stayed there for a solid ten minutes until you remembered that you had your blazer on. 

“tooru i need to take this off.. let go already..” you groaned out as the grip on your frame grew tighter. “..no.” and with that it took another hour for him to really losen up in the slightest.

kuroo tetsuro

- he smells so nice-

- he likes cuddling when you're in his lap

- nuzzling his head into your neck is his little addiction

- has the cutest habit of just resting his chin on your shoulder

- play with his hair

- he will eventually do anything for you to play with his hair

- don't think you're not gonna get teased about how small you are in his lap

- he likes tickling you to see you squirm in his arms 

- he would probably be a person to be cuddling with you while he is on his laptop doing other things 

- as long as you don’t really bother him that much he will be fine 

- if you bother him he would probably get riled up and make out with you 

he had been busy with playing a new game that kenma gave to him to try and he was starting to grow lonely and he started whining about how lonely he was, “well if you don’t put in the effort yourself tetsu then i won’t come over~” groaned out in pure clinginess. 

“kitten please can you at least sit here,” he patted his lap with his non-dominant hand. knowing kuroo the next phase of his clinginess was throwing you over his shoulder, so you put your pride aside and slid yourself onto his lap. “happy now?” you added a large amount of sarcasm and he pressed his hands on the small of your back, “of course i am.” he nudged his head towards you to indicate that he wanted his hair to be played with. “it feels like i’m with a child sometimes..” tetsu giggled and nuzzled even further.

bokuto kotaru

- he smothers people with love and affection 

- he is just an open cuddle buddy to everyone 

- but your cuddles are very very special 

- he just wraps his arms and legs behind you when you are vibing on the couch 

- he gets super pouty and he really likes it when you massage his arms and shoulders 

- he will just wrap himself around you every chance he gets

- he is almost as bad as oikawa

- but he likes to make you feel amazing when he is around you 

- he likes swaying from side to side or bouncing in his seat

- he hums the one song stuck in his head its probably the hunter x hunter theme song

it was during lunch and bokuto suggested to have lunch on the bleachers, he invited akaashi to eat with the two of you however bokuto was being overly touchy in that given moment in time, "bokuto san- i think y/n wants some um.. space?" akaashi wearily said as he tried to create some space between you and the clingy boy beside you.

"akaashiii.. it's not illegal for me to hold them tighttt.." bokuto wrapped his arms and legs on to your body like a little koala, "it's alright kashi i'm used to it by now." you smiled as you petted the back of bokuto's head, and through the entire lunch period you fed your clingy boyfriend.

ushijima wakatoshi

- he doesn’t know how to cuddle

- plus he is touch starved

- i can see him as a person who enjoys it when others initiate the first move 

- but he won't hesitate to just pick you up gently and just hold you

- he softly breathes so he doesn't annoy you-

"wakatoshi kun~ y/n looks kinda sad don't you think?" tendou teased the tall ace as they got out of the club room, you were the manager so you got to go a little early but something was off about you. “i am highly aware of that tendou, i will comfort my s/o.”

tendous eyes started to trail and he wanted to get on the captains nerves a little, “wakatoshi kun~ i think i see semi semi going to your precious s/o-” and as if ushijima’s brain hit a switch he marched over to you and picked you up into his arms, your thighs were pressed on both sides of his waist, he didn’t care that semi was no where near you, he wanted to comfort you, “toshi what are you-” the soft giant pressed a kiss against your forehead and proceeded to walk, “nothing just wanted you in my arms.. but how are you dear.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu captains #haikyuu!! #daichi #kuroo #bokuto #oikawa tōru #ushijima #daichi x reader #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #oikawa x reader #daichi headcanon #kuroo headcanon #bokuto headcanons #oikawa headcanons #ushijima x reader #ushijima headcanons #daichi imagine #oikawa imagine #kuroo imagine #bokuto imagine #ushijima imagine

[thefloorisbalaclava]

Hello lovely! So a friend and I have been talking about Frankie lately and how damn adorable it would be if he were his kids little league baseball coach. Like, he passes down his old mitt to them from high school days (even though it’s comically too big for them) because it gave him good luck, and of course all the guys would come to support them (possibly Benny or Santi even trying to hit on the single moms because of course they would LOL) could possibly be in the neighbor!frankie universe with Gabi in their future some time? We just thought you’d be perfect to write these random ideas into something beautiful. If you have time or even like the idea of course!! ❤️❤️❤️

I hope you don’t mind me putting this in the mechanic!frankie AU! I think it’s a great way for reader and Frankie to bond a little more!

A/N: You run into your favorite mechanic while out running errands.

[mechanic!frankie masterlist]

You wandered aimlessly down the aisle of the store, randomly grabbing a box of cereal to throw into your cart as you whistled along to the song playing in your ear. As you rounded the corner, you ran into someone else’s cart. You quickly removed your earbuds to apologize.

“Oh! I am so- Frankie?!” It came out a little louder than you expected, making a few heads turn.

“I thought I was Frankie,” he joked and you rolled your eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“Just picking up a few things.” You looked at his cart. “You look like you’re picking up enough to feed a small army.”

“I kinda am.” He held his jacket open to show you his baseball jersey. “Got a game tonight and we’re gonna have a party after--win or lose. You’d be surprised how much those kids can eat.”

“Wait, are you telling me you coach little league?”

“I do, yeah.” He smiled proudly. “I used my own money to get the league started. I buy the uniforms and everything.”

“You didn’t tell me this last night.”

“Well, I was focused on other things,” he said and you giggled like a schoolgirl. “I had fun.”

“Me too and the food was delicious. Remember, next time I’m cooking for you,” you told him.

“Are you doing anything later?” he asked.

“Oh, wow, trying to get me to cook for you already, huh?” you teased.

“No,” he chuckled, “I was wondering if you’d like to come out and watch the game. Cheer us on a little.”

“I’ll be there. Where is it?” you asked and he told you. “Coach Frankie...it fits you.”

“Thanks.” He stood there silently for a moment. “Why is it always so hard to say goodbye to you?”

“I was just wondering the same thing. How about this? We won’t say goodbye just...see you later.”

“Okay then. See you later.”

“See ya, Coach Frankie.” You winked and pushed your cart past him and he watched until you were out of sight.

It was a nice day out so you decided to walk. The game was already underway by the time you got there, and you didn’t know it but Frankie had been scanning the bleachers for you. This time when he looked up and spotted you, he beamed and waved then turned back to all the kids that surrounded him. Once he was done, he walked over to the fence and waved you down.

“You made it,” he said.

“Yeah, sorry I’m late. I walked,” you told him.

“No umbrella?” he asked then looked up at the sky. “It’s gonna rain, you know. Can’t you smell it?”

“The weatherman said nothing about rain today.”

“He could be wrong...” Someone called his name and he turned. “I’ll see you after the game, okay? Don’t sit alone. My friends are up there.” He nodded to the group of guys sitting at the very top of the bleachers.

“Okay. Good luck, Coach.” You smiled and made your way up the bleachers.

“So you’re Frankie’s girl, huh?” one of the men asked. “I’m Benny, by the way.”

“Hi Benny. And I’ve met you, Santiago...right?” Santiago nodded and shook your hand.

“This is my brother William,” Benny said. You shook his hand too then sat down to watch the game. It made you smile to see Frankie enjoying himself, surrounded by children who obviously hung on every word he said. You didn’t hear him shout once aside from cheering for his team. At one point you got so into it that you stood up and cheered louder than anyone else. The guys snickered as you cleared your throat and sat back down.

They ended up winning the game and you all went down to congratulate them.

“What a win, Coach Frankie,” you said, giving him a high five.

“I think I might have had a good luck charm out there in the crowd,” he said and you looked down shyly. The guys came over and you stood back while they talked to him. Afterwards, Frankie reminded everyone of the little party he had put together in the park for them so you all walked over and enjoyed pizza and snacks with the team and their parents.

Frankie told you that you didn’t have to help clean but you wanted to. You weren’t exactly ready to say goodnight just yet. His friends said their goodbyes and his players all gave him a high five and a hug before leaving with their families.

When the last of the mess was thrown away, Frankie turned to you, lifting his cap to scratch at his head. “You mind if I walk you home?” he asked.

“I don’t mind at all.”

“Oops...almost forgot my umbrella.” He sprinted over to where he left it then made his way back to your side.

“You really brought an umbrella? It’s not going to rain,” you repeated.

“Yeah, it is. Here...let me show you. This is what my dad taught me.” He led you over to a tree. “You see when the wind blows and the backs of the leaves show? That means rain.”

“I see but...” You felt a raindrop on your head and Frankie shrugged.

“Told ya. Come on.” 

You two walked slowly through the park, taking the longer way around. “Maybe it won’t rain too bad.” No sooner had you said that than the skies opened up. You squealed and Frankie opened his umbrella as quickly as he could, pulling you under there with him.

“Think we can make it to the bridge?” he asked over the rain.

“I don’t know...” Suddenly he took your hand and pulled you along as he ran under the bridge then leaned against the stones to catch his breath.

“I...told...you,” he teased.

“Don’t rub it in,” you breathed. You smiled at him and he smiled back. He took his hat off and slicked his hair back before replacing it.

“At least it waited until after the game,” he said. He saw you hugging yourself and shrugged his jacket off before draping it over your shoulders. “There.”

“Thanks.” You pulled it around you tighter and were hit with a delightful smell. You closed your eyes and let yourself be surrounded by it. “Sandalwood,” you said out loud.

“Hm?”

“Your jacket...it smells like sandalwood,” you said.

“Oh yeah. One of my favorite scents,” he told you.

“Fits you. Very earthy and...” Your breath hitched as you noticed how close he was to you. “...you.”

“Very earthy and me?”

“Y-Yeah.” You two just stared at each other for awhile and you felt yourself being drawn to him, your body leaning towards his.

“Looks like it’s letting up,” he said suddenly, breaking the spell you were under.

“Oh...yeah, it does.” You tried to hide your slight disappointment.

“Shall we, my lady?” He offered his arm while he used the other to hold the umbrella. “Not my lady,” he amended, “I meant like...”

“I know what you meant. Let’s go.” You took his arm and moved as close as you could to get under the umbrella with him.

“I’m not used to this, you know,” he said after a few moments of silence. “I haven’t walked through the park like this since my wife died...” His words trailed off.

“Thank you for sharing something so special with me, Frankie.”

By the time he got you home, the rain had stopped and the sun had started to go down.

“Thank you for letting me walk you home.”

“Thank you for walking me home,” you countered and he chuckled.

“Can I call you tonight?” he asked.

“Of course. You can call whenever you like.”

“Great...awesome.” He walked backwards down the path. “Talk to you soon,” he said before turning away. As he walked along, he noticed he had started whistling I’m Singing in the Rain. He twirled his umbrella playfully and purposely jumped in a puddle.

“What a glorious feeling, and I’m happy again...” he sang to himself.

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