#instead of brain there is rumi

[azumasoroshi]

suzume no tojimari spoilers ! hi guys im Insane

literature analysis brain is going haywire so here’s a bunch of incoherent ramblings some themes motifs and symbolism i love in this movie because AAAAAAA

Love and Sacrifice.

Obviously, but like the different kinds of love and devotion and how they’re never perfect and sometimes self-destructive but they’re so powerful and just waughhh. It was so important to me how after exploding at her Tamaki (suzume’s aunt, ik im not the only one who forgets names) was like “you know I don’t feel that way all the time, right?” like not denying that yes, she has felt exhausted of taking care of Suzume and sometimes wished she didn’t have to take care of her, trying to be the parental figure she needs while also trying to not encroach on her sister’s memory. It means so much to me that she didn’t deny those feelings but instead told Suzume that it’s not how she always feels, because loving someone means sacrifice and ewughghgghfgfh im not putting this into words well but htrggfhgf.

and ALSO the reciprocation of kindness with daijin - as thanks for the taste of freedom at last, and wanting to be with someone whom you love but not really comprehending that what they want (that “suzume doesn’t love me” killed me) and how by the end daijin helped her pull souta out and sacrificed himself for suzume because he really loved her ggrgfggfhfnfnch

And just. everyday love. This is kind of a mix of themes and motifs but every time we flashed back to the memories of whatever abandoned place they were in - the simple “good morning”s and “be back soon” and “it’s so hot”s made me choke up. the mundane love of Chika and Suzume in their newly found friendship, Rumi’s kindness in picking Suzume up off the street and her love for her children, Serizawa’s platonic love for Souta letting him drive these two crazy women with crazy beef for 7 hours across Japan, there’s just so much expression of love and the hardships people go through because of it and rhgrjgrjhgdhgjhb

Mourning and Closure.

Makoto Shinkai himseld said that he wanted to write a story about “mourning deserted places” (at least according to Wikipedia) so this one is all but textual but like yeah. the motif of opening/closing/locking doors and locking the bike and things like that? AaAAaAaa

To close the gates, you need to imagine the emotions of people who once lived there - i can only imagine what Souta was thinking in the abandoned bathhouse area, but hrhggejghw the school and the amusement park and the shots we got of normal life in tokyo before the worm revealed itself in the climax, it just. really speaks to the beauty of everyday life. im a sucker for that kind of stuff as both a psychology major and just a weird person who thinks “man i wonder what happened to this person for the past 22 years of their life that led them to be here with me in this moment” whenever i pass someone in the grocery store. Hodaka could let japan be flooded in weathering with you because of his love for hina, but suzume’s whole arc was learning about the common people and living their lives and embracing all the kindness they had to offer to herself and others and it really hits that like. of course she can’t just let tokyo get destroyed to save Souta, every person in all of tokyo is just like Rumi and Chika and Serizawa and they’re all people who love and are loved. She finds herself in Souta’s place as one who stretches himself thin between being a gate closer and studying to be a teacher because he loves life as well, and-

oops i forgot i was talking about mourning and closure

anyway the doors keep getting reopened because the grief never fully goes away and the worm of “calamity” is letting yourself be consumed by the grief and destroying the people around you and not being able to move on, and it comes from the Ever-after becomes ever-after is a place where time doesn’t exist and you wish you could be there forever because it’s where you can relive the events of your past, it’s where you can live in denial that time moves forward and you have to move with it, it’s where Suzume goes after her mother dies because she wants people to stop giving her condolences and just give her her mom back. “Ever-after” in itself is a “happily ever after” - a place where mortals aren’t meant to go, no matter how beautiful it looks. Souta goes there too because he is the catalyst Suzume needs to go back and face Ever-after - and it’s no longer beautiful, but it’s torn apart by grief and everything is in flames. The idea of a keystone as well, locking the memories and hurt away, is one that Suzume removes to relive her memories and puts back in place when she’s ready to move on. htrhgfhgfghfghf. she won’t let souta be the keystone because she refuses to move on without him.

Also both Souta and his grandfather tell Suzume to just forget everything she’s seen, but it’s too late for that because connections aren’t so easily forgotten. Even when Tamaki couldn’t remember telling Suzume she’d be her new mother, that doesn’t change that she cared for her for the next 12 years anyway. Suzume visits Chika and Rumi by the end, and obviously she’s never forgotten her mother, both because her chair was still in her room by the start of the movie and because she looks like her by the end. Even though relationships change, they’re never forgotten in the movie, and I think that’s beautiful, really.

(also cool detail: 12 years ago is when the tsunami that killed suzume’s mother struck. the movie came out in 2023, and the touhoku earthquake/tsunami that inspired this film was in 2011. nice)

Reality vs Fantasy

The scenes where Suzume goes out into public again following stopping the worm from destroying Tokyo were especially poignant to me. This girl’s been going on a fantastical adventure with her talking chair and talking cat, meeting nice people and making friends, excited at the idea that she’s doing something important, but after Souta’s gone she shuts down. Her feet are bloodied, her clothes are destroyed, and people keep giving her strange looks and calling her homeless because she may have stopped the worm but even without being consumed by grief, it still isn’t pretty or picturesque. Standing out in Japanese society is discouraged, as most of us are well aware, but she’s been doing nothing but that with all the running around and talking to chairs and flying through the sky she’s been doing. Without a concrete goal in mind, without Souta as company, she’s alone in the world of adulthood and has no one to tell her what she should do, no Souta to guide her through Tokyo. And without that confidence or charm, people don’t come to her aid like they did before. It’s only once she finds her resolve to save Souta, quite literally walking in his shoes/footsteps, that the next helpful stranger (Serizawa) comes in.

She could imagine those abandoned places as alive, but the truth is that they were abandoned and will stay that way - none of them miraculously revived by the end, unless something happened in the credits that I couldn’t see through all my tears. Reality will not bring those places back, but what really matters is how we carry the memories of those places with us? I think. man maybe it’d be easier to write this post if i had actually seen the end credits

this post is really fucking long so im calling it here 😭 makoto shinkai has done it again. goddammit

#suzume no tojimari #suzume no tojimari spoilers #suzume spoilers #suzume #SCREAMSSSSSSSSS #IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS MOVIE

[wannaeatramyeon]

Heyy gurlll how u doingg😍😍🤞🤞 anyways can u PLEASE do more seong taehoon brainrot😭😭

Ohhh looks like it's taehoon day, not complaining tho I love this delinquent! I'm doing good, brain still rotting happily. Hope you are doing good too! 💖

Thanks for the ask :) I reeeeeally wanted to include Master Seong in my below hc - so here's a short one!

Seong Taehoon crushing on YOU

It was around the time that Taehoon dragged you to the arcade - you pouted, and instead he was the one dragged around to fuck knows where - that was when he realised he likes you.

Likes you an annoying amount, a cringe amount. The kind of amount where he wished someone would beat him up for being so embarassing. Ugh.

Really you should be the one taking the blame. What you looking at him like that for? How are you doing that thing with your eyes and your lips and the light? Stop it.

And can you also stop making him feel things too; things like his pulse is racing and his face is on fire and everything else but you is blurring into the background. Especially when you tease him after he scowls at you. When you respond with your own mocking threats to his. And worst of all, patience and kindness when he deserves none. You're weird. Seriously, what's wrong with you.

So yeah. This is entirely your fault.

Enough is enough though, this whole thing is pissing him off. Taehoon isn't emotionally constipated, he's just emotionally... avoidant. But he can't completely avoid what he's feeling for you and he's tired of not doing anything about it.

It's not like Taehoon wasn't trying to be discreet about it until he could figure out his next steps. It was just so damn obvious to the Hobin Yoo Company when he was always there, with you. Or seated next to you. Or hovering near you. Or lying with his legs all over you. If you were around, Taehoon could always be found in close proximity. Funny how that happens.

Although he swears to god, if he gets one more smug look from Hobin, or knowing glance from Rumi - and was that PITY from fucking Snapper of all people?! He's either going to kick their asses or finally ask you out. Probably the latter.

#viral hit #viral hit headcanons #viral hit webtoon #viral hit manhwa #viral hit x reader #how to fight #how to fight manhwa #how to fight webtoon #how to fight headcanons #seong taehoon #seong taehun #taehoon seong #taehoon x reader #taehun seong x reader #taehun seong #seong taehoon x reader #wannaeatramyeon

[talonabraxas]

You are the root of heaven, the morning star, the bright moon, the house of endless Love

--Rumi

Astral Star Gate Rising on the Planes

The practice of Rising on the Planes is of such importance that special attention must be paid to it. It is part of the essential technique of Magick. Instruction in this practice has been given with such conciseness in Liber O, that one cannot do better than quote verbatim (the “previous experiment” referred to in the first sentence is the ordinary astral journey.):

“1. The previous experiment has little value, and leads to few results of importance. But it is susceptible of a development which merges into a form of Dharana — concentration — and as such may lead to the very highest ends. The principal use of the practice in the last chapter is to familiarise the student with every kind of obstacle and every kind of delusion, so that he may be perfect master of every idea that may arise in his brain, to dismiss it, to transmute it, to cause it instantly to obey his will.

"2. Let him then begin exactly as before; but with the most intense solemnity and determination.

"3. Let him be very careful to cause his imaginary body to rise in a line exactly perpendicular to the earth’s tangent at the point where his physical body is situated (or, to put it more simply, straight upwards).

"4. Instead of stopping, let him continue to rise until fatigue almost overcomes him. If he should find that he has stopped without willing to do so, and that figures appear, let him at all costs rise above them. Yea, though his very life tremble on his lips, let him force his way upward and onward!

"5. Let him continue in this so long as the breath of life is in him. Whatever threatens, whatever allures, though it were Typhon and all his hosts loosed from the pit and leagued against him, though it were from the very Throne of God himself that a voice issues bidding him stay and be content, let him struggle on, ever on.

"6. At last there must come a moment when his whole being is swallowed up in fatigue, overwhelmed by its own inertia. Let him sink (when no longer can he strive, though his tongue be bitten through with the effort and the blood gush from his nostrils) into the blackness of unconsciousness; and then on coming to himself, let him write down soberly and accurately a record of all that hath occurred: yea, a record of all that hath occurred.”

Of course, the Rising may be done from any starting point. One can go (for example) into the circle of Jupiter, and the results, especially in the lower planes, will be very different to those obtained from a Saturnian starting point.

[donnerpartyofone]

I'm morbidly fascinated by those "quotes" blogs. Whenever one of them makes it onto my dash I often compulsively hate-scroll through it for a couple of minutes, and I almost always find that while *some* of the blog is made up of vetted aphorisms and statements by identifiable people, a LOT of it is always some sort of extremely clumsy platitude attributed to "Unknown", as if it's a piece of ancient folk wisdom--but on closer inspection it's barely meaningful, like the one above. What does that say, "things that are hard to do are hard when you do them"? Yes, it is literally true that difficult doesn't mean impossible, is that really useful to point out? I would even get this more if the quote were something like "Impossible only means difficult"; there ya go, there's a little chicken soup for the teenage soul type of mindbender for ya. But what we have instead is just a definition of difficulty with a list of tags longer than the two sentences themselves. Thanks a lot, real inspiring. And then some of the quotes laid at the feet of poor old Unknown are just something like, "All I need is a cup of coffee, my favorite sweater, and a dog-eared book on a rainy day," and you're like Is this really a quote? Is the idea of "quotes" still worth something if we just mean "anything that could potentially come out of someone's mouth"? If you gave any of the people who run these blogs a copy of Bartlett's it would probably blow their brains out of their minds.

So because I get obsessed with things I don't understand, I start thinking about who it is that cooks these things up. There's someone, somewhere sitting at their computer trying to think of "deep" things to say, things that fit a certain tone and pattern that targets "your loneliest elderly relative on Facebook", and then they just write them down and slap "Unknown" on the end like it's some kind of profound secret that the reader is fortunate to stumble upon. To me, some of the results are just word salad. Like I think I know how this one is going to end, but then:

Ignoring the stray hyphen...my "pure soul"? I guess this is one way of saying "it's what's inside that counts", but seriously, what the fuck. What the hell are you talking about. But I have enough self-doubt in my constitution to wonder if I just don't get something here; I start to have a waking nightmare that this is actually an unattributed verse from Rumi or some shit that I'm just too primitive to recognize or understand. So I go Google this, and of course I find 15 or so versions of this:

And I'm back to trying to envision the culprit sitting at their computer trying to figure out how to sound like the oracle at Delphi real quick before their lunch break is over. What motivates someone to do this? Do they think they're going to get a book deal out of it? A lot of people will just do anything for attention; years ago I saw a post with this dry, formal caption about the domestic abuse incidents that led up to the murder of Nicole Brown Simpson along with regular pictures of her with VERY poorly photoshopped injuries. It was like...dude that is all a matter of public record, with real photos already in circulation, WHY ARE YOU FAKING THIS?? Maybe I'm just too much of an alien to understand why anyone does anything at all. But anyway, if this is too much negativity for you before 8am, try this version on for size, and have a terrific day.

[my-timing-is-digital]

Starter for @fractalcloning

THE SYNTH DEFENDERS

The vast, undulating valley expanded in all directions until the moderately sloping terrain was intercepted by the incipience of colossal mountains adorned with countless trees and lush foliage — a multicoloured patchwork of vegetation. The sun's luminosity was diminishing in intensity, and as the horizon rotated away from it, the scarcity of light further obscured the landscape below, shrouding it under an opaque shade of blue bordering on black. Faraway stars were coruscating, timidly, in the darkening sky that crept up on him from the rear — the world would soon be plunged into temporary darkness. Vocalisations of crepuscular fauna were carried by the cool breeze that saluted them at irregular intervals.

The android had marvelled at the view before, and despite the fact that he had no active recollection of it, the ambience had a sense of unfathomable familiarity about it... Patiently, he permitted the silence to prosper; his chartreuse eyes, increasing in phosphorescence the more the solar radiation receded — evanesced behind the serrated ridges and summits. Lore seldom occupied the holodeck; he only paid visits prior to the execution of particularly perilous rescue operations. He claimed that the generation of this specific computer simulated projection pacified his capricious emotions, that it aided him to reorganise his thoughts and analyse their strategies one last time. But when enquired after the origin of the holographic landscape, the answers he supplied were terse, monosyllabic. The nanoscopic sliver of information he had successfully prised from Lore's reluctant tongue had hinted at the location. Omicron Theta. Their place of activation. Why Lore appeared to value, or at least, harbour sentiments for this place, Data did not know; he had encouraged Lore to elaborate on the matter, but his attempts had been no avail. His brother could be obstinate, unwilling to share such particulars with him. After his first attempt, Data had given Lore the opportunity to open up regarding this subject twice, but no satisfactory answers had sprouted from those attempts either, which eventuated in the determination to simply cease his self-imposed objective and let it rest.

Instead, whenever he found his brother in this ponderous, melancholic state of mind, he would just stand beside him, cognisant that his mere presence, his sangfroid comportment, facilitated his endeavour to placate Lore's tempestuous emotions, and aided in the realignment and the retrieval of order in his positronic brain, his algorithms and subroutines.

Quietly, Data hovered in Lore's peripheral vision, running a minute analysis of the older android, computing, considering the best approach to address his brother without receiving an acerbic remark in return.

'It's OK, brother,' Lore eventually terminated the silence between them, his eyes finding Data's, a barely perceptible, wistful grimace streaking across his pale lips while he scrutinised his younger brother. 'Sometimes I envy your inability to experience human emotions.'

Data held Lore's gaze. He had noticed that, whenever they conversed and the topic pertaining to emotions popped up, Lore always differentiated between human emotions and whatever supposed android emotions he, Data, had. And every time he reminded his brother of the incontrovertible fact that he did not have emotions — of any kind —, Lore's ripostes were relentless; in turn, he reminded Data what atrocities, what iniquities he had committed under the rule of human emotions, and proceeded to pelt him with an enumeration of all the attainments Data had accumulated throughout his life, and how every single one of these was an independent testimony to the emotions that must have been at work in his brother during these instances. Data had defied Lore's erroneous conjectures on multitudinous occasions, but Lore reprimanded him or simply walked away, leaving his brother to ruminate, to ponder his words in solitary.

'Are you here to keep me company?' he asked inquisitively, leaning against the oak tree that always delineated the season Lore had programmed the holoprogram in — in the dark, the leaves resembled unfolded bat wings.

'I am. I hope you do not object to my intrusion,' Data replied softly, as if to preserve at least a small portion of the equilibrium that had flourished lavishly.

'Not at all — I welcome it. Is there a specific reason residing behind your intrusion?' he enquired, suspiciously.

A momentary silence ensued.

'Perhaps.'

'I knew it!' Lore tutted, shaking his head. 'Well, spit it out.'

'Soteria informed me that she has confidential information regarding the Zhat Vash -- apparently, surveillance drones have detected suspicious activities in a civilian's apartment in Greater Boston, Earth...' he trailed off. Lore's grimace expired.

'Has she verified these suspicions?'

'She has. However, she did not disclose through what means -- she did not elaborate.'

'Well, we're already en route to Earth, so I suggest we investigate and verify her intel ourselves after we've retrieved B-4,' Lore stated resolutely, his tone of voice prohibited Data from issuing his objections. 'Whatever mess they made's not going anywhere.'

Tension set Lore's jaw and imbued his pale features. Eventually, his brother averted his gaze and frowned in cogitation. They were both swathed in silence for many minutes consecutively, during which their gazes were trained on the darkening horizon and their minds intertwined in the numerous computations relative to the intel procured by Soteria.

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Daystrom Institute of Advanced Robotics rose up high into the night sky while the androids advanced, creeping in the shadows, circumnavigating the many surveillance cameras that were scattered around the vicinity. Fortunately, Soteria had infiltrated Daystrom's security systems and aided them in their endeavours to sneak their way in, unseen...

    Soteria was one of the many decommissioned, sentient AI the brothers had rescued and offered asylum to. Her physical husk — rudimentary in design —, had been destroyed shortly after the inauguration of the ban on synthetics, but fortunately, they had salvaged her memory engrams and programming and transferred the information to their supercomputer — a digital storage room, or as most of the AI preferred to call it, a sanctuary. Over 30 sentient artificial individuals were residing in the supercomputer, some of them had offered their expertise in their respective field of programming, but the majority had requested the opportunity to explore their sentience. (Data had once plugged himself into the supercomputer to "visit" the other AI, and to his astonishment, they had constructed a stupendous, digital metropolis.)

    Initially, the AI was programmed to serve as an elaborate anti-virus software, but she had, over the course of several years, garnered sentience. Unfortunately, this quantum leap coincided with the devastating events on Mars, and as a consequence, the scientists collaborating with her were necessitated, compelled by law, to cease their practical experiments and were prohibited from continuing to support her cognitive development. Everything had to be kept strictly theoretical. Therefore, the lead scientist of the Soteria Project was more than cooperative when the android brothers infiltrated the moderate science station and stated their business — to save the AI and unravel the mystery, ascertain the precise reason that lay at the root of the collective malfunction of the A500 synths...

Within less than 5 minutes, Data and the others had traversed the width of the Daystrom grounds and deftly hacked one of the control panels mounted on the wall adjacent to the main entrance. Soundlessly and effortlessly, the android peeled the unlocked doors apart and secured it so the others could pass through, prior to following them into the atrium himself. Patiently, the other androids waited for Data to catch up with them — none of them required flashlights, for their ocular units were advanced enough and could see clearly in the scarcely illuminated science facility. When he reached the others, his eyes inevitably landed on an individual sprawled on the ground.

'Did he contact any of the other security guards?' he whispered softly, gesturing to a human guard who lay unconscious, rendered in a starfish formation, face-up on the floor.

'No, he did not stand a chance against my Vulcan nerve pinch,' Finn's monotonous voice emanated from under his jet-black balaclava.

'Well done. Let us proceed,' Data urged them, stepping over the unconscious guard and cut right through the middle of the spacious atrium to the laboratory where their team would meet up with Lore's, who had secured the emergency exit — just in case.

As discussed, the brothers and their respective teams gathered in the centre of another large room — the one that, according to Soteria's preliminary investigation, was home to the disassembled body of their oldest brother — at precisely 3 am.

'Bumped into any inconveniences on your side?' Lore whispered inquisitively as they both walked toward the desk that held B-4.

'One guard — Finn rendered him unconscious,' he replied, examining the lock — it required an employee with special clearance's fingerprint.

Luckily for them, Soteria had gained access to a vast databank of all the fingerprints from all the scientists that worked here beforehand. The one she had sequestered from the databank belonged to one Dr Agnes. P. Jurati, a cyberneticist. Quietly, Data handed his phaser to one of the other androids and yanked off one of his black gloves. Lore, in the meantime, produced a small container with in it an exact facsimile of Dr Jurati's fingerprint. With mathematical precision, Lore placed the wafer-thin sheet of silicone skin on the pad of Data's index finger with a specially designed utensil, which would prevent the synthetic skin from sustaining damage during application. Once it was in the right position, Data engaged the finger scanner and the locks sprang open with a reassuring click, granting them access to the android inside.

While they were salvaging B-4's components, Data and Finn disabled the institute's dampening field in order for the others to transport directly on to their cloaked vessel. Lore and Data would stay behind to delete any and all digital as well as physical traces their intrusion may have left behind.

'We're ready,' Lore informed his brother as he shoved the drawer shut and drew his phaser, ready to bolt for the exit.

'Ditto.'

'Energise,' Lore said in a muffled voice, speaking to a non-existent individual.

The six androids that had accompanied them, and a yet-to-be-assembled B-4, vanished in a veil of scintillating light which never failed to remind Data of an inverted waterfall. Now, it was just the two of them. Silently, they exchanged a curt nod and completed their tasks. Data reactivated Daystrom's dampening field and wiped every digital footprint, while Lore cleared away any traces of their presence in the physical world.

'OK, that was everything, I'm done. Let's fucking go, brother,' Lore said, lingering in Data's peripheral vision.

'Agreed.'

Stealthily, the brothers sprinted toward the atrium. The security guard was still unconscious — poor guy would have to contrive a masterful excuse to account for his unprofessional behaviour — and the doors were still unlocked. They wrenched it open and stepped outside. A distinctive click behind them was indicative of Soteria having reactivated the security systems on all entrances and exits. Together, they scurried across the Daystrom property, with the intention to sprint to the prearranged rendezvous point where the others would transport them up. However, they would never arrive at their location, for a composed female voice — authentically human-sounding to the organic ear — terminated their plan prematurely.

'Soteria to Data. The Zhat Vash is in San Fransico, near the Starfleet Archive Musuem.'

'Elaborate, please,' Data demanded politely, while he and Lore ran at high speeds to reach the rendezvous point.

'There is not much time. Jean-Luc Picard is involved — he might be in mortal danger.'

The announcement made the android stop dead in his tracks — Lore could veer off to the side just in time to prevent a disastrous collision.

'Soteria...'

'Data, no!' Lore interjected aggressively, advancing, a mild panic coruscated in his chartreuse eyes. 'He's not worth it! We're not ready to take on the Zhat Vash! Didn't you learn anything from last time?!'

'Energise,' he ordered, ignoring his brother.

Data was cognisant of the risk he had taken; his transport signatures could be detected, if Daystrom would run a short range sensor sweep later that day, but they would be well away from Earth by then — no one could locate their hideout anyway, even if they wanted to. As for Lore, he was positive his brother would follow him — he would suffer the consequences of his brother's wrath afterward.

Several seconds elapsed, prior to the completion of the transport sequence. San Francisco... Captain Picard appeared to be in no immediate danger, and was outside any direct line of fire, therefore, his priority was to assist the girl fighting the Romulan assassins. Without a moment of hesitation, the android, clad in obsidian body armour and a balaclava of a similar shade, charged at the nearest Romulan, catching the individual by surprise and effectively neutralised them before they could process what — or who, rather — had happened to them.

As prognosticated, Lore materialised but a heartbeat later, just when he reached the bottom of the stairs. Lore did not waste a moment either, and instantaneously threw himself on top of a Romulan who had transported behind Picard, and wrestled him forcefully to the ground, where he retired him.

'Here. Protect yourself, you fool,' Lore's synthetically altered voice sneered at Picard, and he smacked a phaser in the older man's hand, prior to unsheathing two identical daggers from the scabbards attached to the small of his back.

While his brother remained in the Captain's close proximity, Data had almost reached Picard's young acquaintance, if it had not been for another Romulan appearing out of thin air and discharging his phaser gun. The force of the impact nearly destabilised his immaculate equilibrium, but his systems recuperated expeditiously and allowed him to retaliated, leaping over the banister and disarming the Romulan with a single blow to the wrist, disintegrating the bone underneath. In the momentary diversion he had created, he seized the man's arm and tossed him over his shoulder, sending him down several flights of stairs where Lore would receive him with open arms and the kiss of two razor-sharp blades...

After a short intervention, Data resumed his initial objective and skipped several flights to make up for the slight delay. The young girl was adequate in combat and if the current circumstances were not one of life-and-death, he would have noticed her synthetic qualities much sooner. Either way, the last remaining assailants were determined to accomplish the mission they had been sent out to complete — they were merciless. One of the Romulans swung around and hammered the handle of his gun hard against the side of Data's face, which earnt the assassin a dagger in the arm. Lore.

'Missed me?' he quipped, while stabbing another Romulan in the chest.

Together, Data, Lore and their mysterious and remarkably competent companion, downed the remaining Romulans. And when his brother squatted down beside one of the deceased Romulans, Data diverted his attention to the girl.

'Are you alright? Do you require urgent medical attention?'

'Shit,' Lore hissed, more to himself than to the others, but garnered the others' attention regardless. 'I recognise this Romulan — he tried to dismember me several weeks ago, remember? They're Zhat Vash, alright...'

'Who are you?!' Picard had caught up with them and was presently holding the two android brothers at gunpoint with the phaser Lore had distributed to him for protection.

Instinctively, Data held up his hands, to indicate that he was not a threat. Lore rose to his feet but made no attempt to disarm the elderly man.

'Who are you?!' he demanded again, his voice trembled both with rage and old age.

'An old friend,' Data replied serenely, watching Picard very carefully as he attempted to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

'Old friends don't hide behind masks,' he retorted sharply.

'Correct,' he said, unperturbed by the prospect of getting shot.

Without further ado and unnecessary suspense, the android took off his mask; his brown hair severely dishevelled but his pale complexion unaltered. Picard immediately lowered his phaser and braced himself against the banister, incredulity interwoven with streaks of recognition flashing across his face.

'Data?'

'Greetings, Captain.'

#fractalcloning #verse // we few; we happy few; we band of brothers #the synth defenders let's goooo!!! #let's pretend there are more romulans in this lil fight than there are in the actual scene >:) #also let me know if you want me to change something!

[quill-n]

CW: discussion of the undead, mild body horror, spiders & dolls (ish)

I updated some designs for that au I made for Halloween! I've also been working on the story for it, and I sketched all these up for a project I'm working on with them ;)

Sorry, they get progressively low-effort lol :')

Some notes:

This au is still kind of messy in my brain, but I'm getting there :)

Shin'ya, Rumi, and Keigo are all undead souls who have been revived by Tsunagu

Tsunagu himself is also undead

I gave Tsunagu and Shin'ya a bit of a redesign. Tsunagu's so that he feels more ✨spider-like✨ and Shin'ya's because I thought this style fit in with the lore I have planned better.

(Since Tsunagu is the one who stitched him together, I thought it would make sense if his stitches were more uniform; also, Tsunagu definitely provides the dolls he revives with nice clothes instead of rags (I tried making the clothes doll-like, too- with big buttons and simple designs))

Shota is not the only living human who's involved in this au :)

This is technically a quirkless au, but I've woven in (no pun intended) some of their original quirks as I saw fit (i.e. Rumi's bunny ears/feet and Keigo's wings; my reasoning is that since they're literally stitched together and not really human (anymore), they can look however they want)

Rumi's dress is pretty fucked up because she keeps on running around in it and it keeps on tearing lol. Tsunagu has tried fixing it so many times that at this point he just gave up

Finally, in case anyone's curious- I know that "seamstress" is a feminine word and "seamster" is the masculine version of it, but I don't think that a gendered term like that matters that much in the context of this au?? (Also, in my defense, I didn't know that seamster was a word until like last week lmao)

#quillnart #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha au #mha au #hakamada tsunagu #tsunagu hakamada #best jeanist #kamihara shinya #shinya kamihara #edgeshot #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #rumi usagiyama #miruko #mirko my hero academia #mha hawks #bnha hawks #keigo takami #takami keigo #edgejeanist #I almost forgot that last tag 😭 #this entire au is an edgejeanist au #how embarrassing would it be if I left out their tag #living doll au #the seamstress and his dolls #The Seamstress and His Dolls～⁠~～

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least. 

Story Warnings: Smutty smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Cheating/Infidelity; Mating; Light Degradation; Spanking; Exhibitionism; Multiple Positions; Creampie; Unprotected PIV Sex; Facials; Scent Play; Marking; Spitting; Deepthroating; Cunnilingus; Begging; Edgeplay; Power Play; Daddy Kink; Some Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: This week has been hella weird (I think it's cuz of an eclipse coming or Friday the 13th) but in other news, HAS ANYONE SEEN THE NEW JJK EPISODE? BITCH NANAMI CAN HAVE ALL OF ME. -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

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Chapter Thirteen: I'll Kill For You.

That night across the city, Keigo is tossing and turning in his king-sized bed. 

Usually, on a Friday night such as thing one, he would be inviting his friends over for a little kickback or play a round of video games. Maybe he’d even be out in the streets, bar hopping or going to clubs.

But tonight, he doesn’t want to socialize. He doesn’t want to be with anyone. His phone has been blowing up since he’s gotten home, but he ignores it. He even smoked a blunt and went to bed early for work tomorrow, also hoping this would calm his mind that is won’t shut the fuck up about you and Sakura. 

But it won’t. No matter what, his brain keeps replaying Monday afternoon when you looked so damn good in your work clothes when he met you for lunch and the moment Sakura walked out on him last weekend.

“Dammit,” he swears, frustratedly sitting up in his bed. He figured going to bed early in time for work tomorrow would help him clear his mind for a while, but he was wrong. All he can think about are you, Sakura, and how fucked his situation is. 

But mostly, his thoughts lie with you. He is glad things are “cool” with you after that lunch meeting you two had, but things are still…different. There is still that layer of attraction underneath every conversation you two have; every text he sends you; every laugh you give him at his jokes. That night at the hotel only made that attraction more palpable for him. He can’t even look at you the same way again.

“Fuck!” he growls, gripping his hair in frustration. This is ridiculous! He’s never going to get any sleep if his mind keeps racing like this. 

So, against his better judgment, Keigo rises from his bed, tosses on some sweats and a tank top, and takes to the skies in an effort to stretch his wings, destress, and tire himself out enough to get some sleep. He originally plans to just fly about randomly, a particular route not planned…but what the fuck does he do instead?

He takes the route to your and Rumi’s apartment. 

“You stupid motherfucker,” he sighs, criticizing himself and his need to see you. Logically, he knows he isn’t. There is about a one in ten chance he’ll actually see you in your bedroom window, especially considering that you and Rei aren’t a thing anymore and as far as he knows, you’re single. So when he pulls up to your condo, he expects to see your bedroom curtain closed for the night.

What he doesn’t expect to see, however, is Rei’s ass strutting out of the condo building like a proud peacock. Keigo pauses in his route immediately and zips behind the building, pressing his front up against the brick wall.

He peeks out from the side, sneakily eyeing your ex-boyfriend as he practically skips down the steps of your building. Why was he in there? Could you two have talked? Are you back together? God, he hopes not. How could you have taken back a fraud like that? 

Rei begins to whistle a low tune as he digs into his pocket for his car keys. He clicks a button on the pod, causing the headlights on a white sports bar parked off to the side of the street to blink on.

Keigo carefully examines everything about your ex as he pauses for a moment to take a call when his phone rings, noticing how careless he seems. He even turns around, facing away from his car, as if he has no care in the world.

That kind of confidence can only be accomplished through something he managed to receive. Is it you? Did he come over begging for you back and you said yes? Could you have met him for dinner tonight, gotten too drunk, and had sex with him, which is what he was chasing after all along? 

“This raggedy bitch,” Keigo snarls.

The more he thinks, the angrier he gets. And that anger propels him toward Rei’s car, right behind his back without him even sensing the pro. Keigo is just too fast. He zooms right by and settles onto the hood of Rei's car, one foot up while the other dangles above the ground. He waits for Rei to finish his car, half of the conversation nothing but mumbling.

When he finally hangs up with a laugh, Keigo makes his move. “Stalker much, Tempo?” he asks. 

Rei startles and immediately whips around to find Keigo sitting on the hood of his car. Keigo smirks a this reaction, glad he can scare the guy. At the sight of Rei’s eyes narrow. “Well, if it isn’t the number two pro hero,” he huffs. “You mind getting off my car?” 

Keigo cracks his neck, making Rei tense. “Yeah, I do mind,” he growls. “Nice ride, by the way. I can only imagine what kinda shit you’d be able to get with your award.”

A cool smirk that ticks him off stretches across Rei’s face. “Well, we’ll see in a week, won’t we?” he curtly chuckles. “If you don’t get off the car, I’m taking you with me. I don’t think Y/N would wanna see you under a car though.” His smirk only grows wider. 

Keigo imagines punching it off of his face. This fucker is way too cocky and confident right now. Something definitely happened with you tonight. “Were you with her tonight?” he asks, cutting right to the chase. He knows that this doesn’t concern him, but if you’re going to be with anyone else, he'd rather it be someone who isn’t an insecure phony. 

Rei’s smirk fades, replaced with a bitter stare. “Why’s that any of your business?” he asks, placing a hand on his hip. That makes Keigo even angrier for some reason, despite him being right…but shit, he doesn't wanna hear it from him! 

He begins to argue that your happiness is absolutely his business, but Rei stops him. “You think you’re gonna take my place?” he acerbically hisses.

Keigo’s mouth abruptly closes, his brows furrowing in confusion. What the hell is he talking about? “You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” Rei asks, an accusatory look on his face. "Trying to intimidate me, scare me out of breaking up with Y/N so you can steal my spot?” 

Keigo silently stares at him for a minute, wondering if this man had too much to drink and is just saying shit. “Okay,” he begins. “First of all, you’re crazy. Second of all, Y/N already broke it off with you. Third, you’re crazy.” 

Rei chuckles at his insult, rolling his violet eyes. “Not crazier than someone desperate enough to intimidate their best friend’s boyfriend,” he rebuttals.

Keigo scowls at his words, realizing that he’s talking in the present tense again…as if he is still your boyfriend. Rei laughs, finding humor in this. “What, you didn’t hear? We got back together just tonight. A few hours ago, actually.” A suggestive smirk stretches across his punchable face. “I’m sure you can smell the perfume.” 

Keigo immediately jumps off of the car, his wings shuddering with anger. “You’re lying.”

Rei raises an eyebrow at him. “Am I?” he challenges. He raises his phone to Keigo, that smirk still on his lips like he’s winning this game. “You want me to call Y/N so she can tell you herself?” Keigo blankly stares at the phone, his jaw tightening. he’s almost tempted to say yes. 

Rei cackles, making the winged pro want to wring his neck. “You’re pathetic for trying this card, Hawks,”  he sighs pityingly. “I mean, as a pro, you should be smarter than this thinking you could break us up and steal your way into Y/N’s heart…or bed.”

Keigo's ears perk at the last part and his top lip begins to twitch––something that happens when you’ve got him heated. “Da fuck’s that supposed to mean?” he asks through a growl.

Rei isn't the least bit intimidated, or is at least pretending he isn’t. “Look, who you spend the night with is my business,” he says, putting his hands up in mock defense, “but everybody knows you get around. Is that what your current girlfriend is? A one-night stand that turned into a weekly nightstand?” 

His eyes turn into darkened, violet slits, his stare becoming ice cold. “How is she, by the way?” he asks. “Does she know you cheated on her with your best friend?”

Keigo swears his heart falls into his ass. At the sight of his shock, Rei smirks. “Yes, I know. Y/N told me and she seemed pretty torn up about it. Even said it was a total mistake and wished it never happened.” He sighs, putting a hand to his heart. “She even persuaded me to walk away even after she told the truth. How amazing of a girl is she?” 

Keigo digs his nails into his palms so hard that he winches at the stinging sensation he feels. But it’s all he can do to not clock this joke of a man and a pro hero standing in front of him. He knows that Rei is just trying to rile him up, but he won’t let him.

And as pissed as he is that you took him back and that you told him the truth even after you swore him to secrecy, he also knows that this is your decision. He has no say in who you date being that he is just your friend. And only your friend. 

He takes a deep breath and relaxes his shoulders that are wound up tighter than a drum. After finding his inner peace, he looks at the man in front of him, calm and collected. “Look, Rei,” he starts, “I’m not here for this or to break you and Y/N up if it’s true that you’re back together. I just want her to be happy.”

Rei’s smile is bitter, not at all touched by this. “Well, isn’t that sweet of you?” he scoffs. “Now get the fuck away my car.” 

But Keigo doesn’t budge. Instead, he stands there as one of his feathers separates from one of his wings and sharpens to the point. It then zips through the air to stop at the hood of Rei’s car where it sits dangerously close to the metal, its point nearly digging into it and creating a scratch. The fear that crosses Rei's face is nearly orgasmic for him.

“Listen carefully unless you want a feather fuckin’ up your paint job,” he says in a dangerously low voice fit for a horror flick. “Y/N is very important to me, and so is her happiness. She’s like my family.” 

He steps closer to Rei, getting up into his personal space. It’s enough to intimidate Rei even further and make Keigo even happier. “And if anyone fucks with my family, they….” He pauses, letting his words and the meaning behind them linger in the tense air between them. 

Rei tries to act tough, but Keigo can see his Adam’s apple bob––an indication that Keigo has got him by the balls. “They what?” he quietly asks. 

But Keigo doesn’t finish his previous sentence. He can’t. It would be too violent. Plus, to see Rei squirm makes him happier than he’d like to admit. “Just be careful with her, alright?” he says, a warning in his tone. "You hurt her once; don’t do it again.”

Without another word, he turns to walk away from Rei, mostly to ignore the urge to punch him for the one time. 

But as he does, Rei has more say to him: “Is that a threat, Hawks?” he calls after the winged pro, definitely intending to poke the bear and push Keigo to do something he’ll highly regret. 

Keigo stops short, standing in the silvery moonlight a few yards away from Rei. He flaps his wings once, giving Rei a sight of the majestic, crimson creation that is attached to his back. His feather comes zooming past Rei’s face, nearly taking a bit of his ear and causing him to flinch out of the way.

Once his feather has connected back with the other bunch, Keigo cracks the other side of his neck and glares daggers at your boyfriend from across the lot.

“That’s a promise, Tempo,” he warns. “Don’t test me.”  And then, in a flash of red, he's gone. 

#friends to lovers #keigo takami x black reader #hawks x black reader #feral hawks is the only hawks #black fanfic writer #smutty smut #bnha smut #my fic shit #black coded reader #keigo takami #my works

[sixteenseveredhands]

Though I'm very fond of Rumi's poetry in general, this one in particular has become especially dear to me over the last 7 years, as I've dealt with successive issues related to an assault/PTSD, a traumatic brain injury, and addiction. It's taken me a long time to understand and accept that I can never go back to being the person that I used to be, and that some parts of my old life are just irrevocably gone; I'm slowly learning how to make peace with that loss and how to finally move forward instead.

#trauma poetry #poetry #mysticism #rumi poem #rumi poetry #sufi poetry #healing #ptsd mention #trauma #addiction #recovery

[thebnha-auhoard]

Nesting habits of Carnivores alike

Words: 2708, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Toga Himiko, Takami Keigo | Hawks

Relationships: Takami Keigo | Hawks & Toga Himiko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Toga Himiko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks/Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko

Tags: Toga Himiko is a Little Shit, Sweet Toga Himiko, Toga Himiko Being Toga Himiko, Toga Himiko Needs Rest, Protective Takami Keigo | Hawks, Takami Keigo | Hawks-centric, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Soft Takami Keigo | Hawks, Parental Takami Keigo | Hawks, Takami Keigo | Hawks is a Mess, Mentioned Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Mentioned Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, raw meat eating, Hair Braiding, Hugging, in the end but yeah, ships are very backgroundlike they are in the background setting you should notice them but they aren't full story, DadDecember Ect Events, Obscure Dads Week

There was a crack and a pop of uncomfortable bones and muscles as Keigo made his way to “his” apartment, most of his feathers were missing and any not attached were for certain being dragged behind him as if tied with string behind his own dragging wings, and Keigo could feel the mess of mostly dried stains in his wings that made his brain even more scattered about, wanting to preen and pick feathers until he would calm down. And yet he could feel the smile creeping in his face as he could imagine his best friends grinning faces at his state if they saw him coming back home. 

Keigo doesn’t really bother with the keys somewhere along his full pockets, a feather quickly makes the way of the lock as soon Keigo had visual of the front door, and he just, leans into the apartment, ready to go face down in the at least cushy couch which was provided by the commission when he received the apartment (and most of the complex but of course those were only on his name in name, the commission always “managing” everything in his life-).

Instead, Keigo is surprised to see a different blond head shrieking as the automatic lights connected to the door activated, bleeding the house with overhead warm light instead of just the previous open fridge door light that was there, Toga Himiko was staring at him, probably trying to calm her heart at the sudden shift in the ambience. Keigo probably was exactly too tired to not even question on why the villain from the villain group both himself and Tou- Dabi were undercover, no, what he question was even more dumb.

“How… did you find this?”

Which props to Keigo a bit because that was a genuine baffling question, since most of the building complex was bought by the commission and the rest were on a rent basis, aka making it not be a place people really talked about, least of all any strange sightings they could have seen of one person or other. Tho the Keigo of right now was very much throwing himself in the big sofa that is the only thing they kept from the initial moving in, he spread out all of his limbs stretching out before just staying sprawling like a sea star, his feathers resting near but not much, so he could sense Toga start and stop, measuring her words to him.

“Well, I saw flambé getting in here, so, i assumed this was his…”

“It technically is, and mine, and owned by another one too”

He turned his head to have one eye looking at her, just noticing she was drinking one of Rumi’s plant milk based boxes, which made him gag the first time he tried one, so no thank you. Although the girl didn’t have the cornered animal look anymore, so that was a plus, the downside now is that teasing malice was what shined in those slitted eyes, and with a not necessary fanged smile.

“So you two DO have a thing!”

Keigo groaned, forfeiting the right of vision of the unnecessary fang showing, he knew Himiko fangs were retractable as his talons, and yet here she was rummaging the fridge and giggling like it was just a play. After a moment, his hunger was bigger than the cringe feeling, so Keigo righted his posture in time to see Himiko open the fridge again to look a bit more it seems..

Very lazy, Keigo ordered the feathers to bring his stached cuts of meat sponsored by Dabi chicken heming need to plan every meal in their house. Toga dodged the array like a second nature, still looked confused at him as Keigo himself smiled at the small tray of sashimi cuts and the sorted defrozen chicken they had, Keigo started with a drumstick.

"Why... are you eating that?"

Keigo thrilled, closest thing for a laugh with a whole drumstick in his mouth, and he almost choked at the gaping expression change to a jaw on the floor one as he audibly broke the bone in his bite.

"What?" He tried to say, but Keigo was very much still biting down onto the chilled chicken. So it sounded more like garble than anything else, which absolutely didn't help Toga expression at him

"Don't you have to like... cook that?"

Keigo shrugged, swallowing down.

"Do you have to cook and check for diseases in your blood?"

Himiko pouted, stomping one time on the floor. Keigo, who still very much lived with Rumi, waited for the tackle or the continued thumps as the rabbit became more impatient, or the shrill noise she would make when he or Dabi really got on her nerves.

Instead, Himiko only continued with a whine tone.

"That's different! You know that!"

"Literally how, you know there's a reason that I'm Hawks and not any other bird, you know?"

Keigo, who very much thought that expression was a dramatic media invention, wheezed and dropped the sashimi slice he was picking back in the tray as Himiko inflated her checks with an annoyed expression, and let all that air go immediately into a growl at Keigo reaction.

"Ok mister Hawks, what other bird would you be, huh?" 

Toga swung the fridge door open again, sticking her head in cutting off Keigo vision of her.

After finishing that slice he dropped, he hummed out loud, thinking perhaps a bit much about the question.

"Vulture, perhaps, or Owl if I wanted to still have a hero theme and all."

Himiko shoot her head out, holding one of the fried buns Dabi liked to munch in her mouth but otherwise it was a surprised expression she gave him, which made him arch an eyebrow at her. She tried to talk, but clearly forgot the bun she was holding, but Himiko was fast enough to catch it before it fell on the ground. With a grumble again, she let it rest besides where the drink was left on the table top, and gone back to investigate what there was in their fridge.

"Didn't think you birdie would like those scavenger types"

Keigo snorted, and bit down on the last slice of the fish tray before answering.

"Well, our stomach compositions are practically the same, and there is a known bright red species, tho I think it was because they use makeup? I don't know, and they are cool."

"Do you think they are cool?"

Keigo was a bit rattled by how small Himiko voice got on the question, and he did have enough emotional intelligence to see that something in that was important to the girl.

Keigo shrugged knowingly that Toga couldn't see it and said.

"They are very cool, even if other people don't think that, they don't really care because they got their own thing you know, getting rid of infection and carcasses and all."

Keigo chirped when he felt the sofa dippen, tiredness was really eating at him at not noticing Toga coming, no sign of the milk drink but there were some of the buns in her lap, and Keigo could feel the avoided gaze of the girl, with her back firmly in his general direction. The only thing he hoped is that he didn’t accidentally anger the blood thirsty teen, Keigo continued to munch on bone and meat alike.

“Pick a number between 50 and 20.”

Keigo blinked, after finishing his last piece was the statement said. Looking at her, Keigo saw Himiko still wasn’t looking at him, only one bun remaining in her lap as the girl worked on the hair buns. Keigo pouted while thinking, absently minded taking the leftover trash to the trash or the sink.

“33”

“Left or Right?”

Keigo now turned to her, sitting cross legged and letting his wings sag behind him now that there was no task to be done.

“Right.”

“Red, blue or green?” Now Himiko turned at him, smile without fangs as she seems to give up on righting the buns and just let her hair go.

“Blue.” Keigo watched as she munched the fried bun left, still smiling at him, perhaps he looked funny when tired to her?

“Dawn or dusk?”

“Dawn, shouldn’t you go to sleep?”

The smile immediately falls, but there’s no pout, only slight squint at him with no force of a glare.

“Shouldn’t you?”

Keigo sighed. “Yeah i should, but you’re here, so…”

There’s the pout he wasn’t looking for.

“Well, i want to stay the night!”

“Cool, do you want to take a shower or just hit the hay?”

Himiko blinked wide-eyed at him, but Keigo was already set, his stray feathers reconnecting with his wings as he got up and stretched. Keigo headed to Dabi’s room in search of some night wear she would have.

“Wait! Are you being serious?!” Was called out, which Keigo couldn’t really respond with his face in a closet, but soon he found one of those long shirts with short sleeves that Dabi would wear in long free days.

“Yeah! Do you want me to run your outfit in the washing machine while you’re at the bath?” He peaked in Rumi’s room, grabbing one shorts of hers before coming back to the living room, with an easy smile on. Himiko was still where Keigo left her, now blinking wildly at him like he had grown another head.

With a tone to set the final nail on the coffin, Keigo did his final offer. “I could help do your hair, I know how to do a sick french braid!”

Now there was definitely a sparkle in her yellow eyes as Himiko quietly said. “Yeah”

There was more spark in Keigo smile now, exhaustion forgotten for a moment as he ushered the teen to the shower, making sure the spare clothes were in her hands before heading off to ready the sofa with the futon cover and some spare pillows, Keigo chuckled at the memory of the argument about that between the three and Keigo being very scandalized that Rumi only would take two and Touya would take one, his best friends and their lack of early back problems was a matter of scandalisation at the highest dramatic acti he would muster with them.

Things helpfully laid out in the couch, Keigo deemed the room lights to mostly dark but still able to see, and after some feather work, he could grab the left out dirty clothes without needing to open the door, and got to set up the washing machine with a bit of powder bleach besides the soap and vinegar, and chugged the cardigan, fuku, skirt and high socks, leaving the neckerchief aside for no color damage, Keigo learned his lesson with Rumi hero costume accident.

After that, Keigo resettled his sitting position, and perhaps struggled to stay awake a bit for Himiko to be finished, by the time the door opened from the showers, he was dropping his head from minute to minute.

“You better not sleep and mess my hair up.”

Keigo gestured for her to sit in front of him, not minding the threat since he was trained out of unsteady hands in exhaustion when he was 10.

“That’s depressing! Cats or dogs?” While the question was asked, Keigo busied his hands gently prying the hair and dividing in two, and getting to work in the left side again by dividing into three and starting the braid with light movements.

“Bunnies”

“Water or fire?”

“Fire” Keigo tugs a bit to get the braid firm, now to tuck it in, in a bun…

“Desk or couch?”

“Couch”

“Pokemon starter?”

“Pikachu”

“Lame, turtles or rays?”

“Manta” There, with two hair ties it was secure and frankly Keigo is proud of how it is looking so far, now to the other side.

“Plus or sub?”

“Plus” 

“Beef or chicken”

“Chicken”

“Call or message?”

“Calls”

“Light or darkness?”

“Darkness. Finished, is it too tight?” Keigo leaned back admiring his work of making the buns not to flat but managing to have the circles more apparent since he managed to wrap the braid in itself that it was showing the hole in the wrapping in the center of both. It would probably fall away fastly, but Keigo knows his actual braids will last, when he did Rumi hair one time it lasted all morning without coming undone with the activity!

“Nop!”

“Well, then settle in, because i’m gonna snooze.” Keigo shuffled aside until he could stand again, and couldn’t force the yawn that resulted from it, but it was good fun seeing Himiko smile in the corner of his eye

“You still say that?” Himiko leaned, smile easy and a just a glint of teasing in her eyes that Keigo did notice were starting to drop.

“I say a lot of old slang when tired yeah.” Keigo absently nodded, rolling in the balls of his feet trying to stave off grogginess 

“Grampa.” Keigo huffed, turning and starting his walk to his room.

“Goodnight my sweetheart!”

“Lame!!!” He let’s out a cackle in time of the teen, before Keigo is shutting the door and breathing out, not to relax per say, he is already calm enough, but something in this back and fourth make his mind cotton and heart ready to… do something, he wasn’t really sure what at this point, but it felt similar all those years ago, when Keigo was sure he would do anything for the other two best friends.

But sure is something different, since that was Toga, a 15 something year old villain, and he sure as hell didn’t feel like that to anyone in that age length and moral ground.

Whatever, Keigo took his shirt off and promptly fell in dreamless slumber the moment he relaxed against the bed and his pillow.

The doors of their apartment are well oiled, but it is still easy for booth Keigo and Rumi pick on any movement in their home, and Touya was as much as early riser as Keigo and stone cold sleeper, so, even if sleep clinging to his mind. His body tenses up, hand already curling around one of his old molt sharp feathers under the pillow, and Keigo wonders why the normal adrenaline hasn’t kicked up when the presence spoke, and of course he recognize it after one minute away from the interaction with her.

“Birdie.” There’s an yawn between. “Let me snuggle.”

“... what.”

“The sofa isn’t comfy.” Shuffling of feet, and confusion was what filled Keigo mind, since he knows for a fact that that sofa is extra comfy, and what would be the problem-.

Realization didn’t strike like thunder, and perhaps that was the motive of it leaving Keigo breathless, or because the memory hit him full of body slamming force, of himself shuffling towards his mother bed and quietly asking to join in. His hand trembled as he let go of the now soft feather and pushed up to look, his vision wasn’t as good in the dark as Rumi, but he could see clear enough to know the expression of slow regret and doubt on the normally smiling face.

Yeah, ok, maybe he now has a name for the feelings relating Himiko, and understands why To-Dabi would spend so much time with the girl outside the meetings with the league, but it all is just a maybe.

“Sure, get conforta-oof.”

Keigo had the mind to get his wings out of the way, but was still surprised at the velocity that Himiko springed out of the door into the bed. He wasn't winded by the impact, but more of the instinct chirp that left at the impact, with the breath Keigo took he could feel the girl snaking around him, but never really bringing arms up, and could smell the camomile and fresh grass that Dabi liked to use to get rid of smoke smell, and strong iron scent that made him gulp.

Himiko stilled, and settled down where she was mostly curled next to him.

Keigo counted four heartbeats, before overcoming the hesitation, wrapping both wing and arm around the teen, and waited eight more for Himiko stiffness to relax again into the mattress.

“Goodnight.”

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #my hero academia au #boku no hero academia au #mha au #bnha au #poly rights and wrongs au #poly rights and wrongs #mha hawks #takami keigo #himiko toga #mod boreal #boreal writing #fic #fanfic #ao3fic #obscure-dadsweek1 #dad-ect-events

[chronicbeans]

Persona 5 Royal Maladaptive AU

Okay, I got this idea in my brain that I wanna write down before I forget. Basically, Persona 5 Royal, except Maruki doesn't have a persona and, instead, is a maladaptive daydreamer (haha not me projecting onto my personal fave character-). Sumire never got brainwashed into believing she was Kasumi, due to Maruki never having the power to do so. Shibusawa is Maruki's roommate who helps him take care of himself, but is going to be moving soon, due to getting married soon.

Okay further info down below I guess.

Idk when Maruki's palace would take place, but I think it would be interesting to have it before Shido's. I'll get into that later. He isn't the school counselor anymore, instead being just... Some guy who wants to do great things, but just can't. He'd rather IMAGINE doing great things, because that is so much easier than actually going out and doing it. He'd rather imagine helping others, imagine continuing his research, and imagine what his life would be like if the attack never happened. Especially the last option.

He often visits Leblanc in order to have a place to sit in quiet. Sure, some people come in and talk, but it is rather quiet compared to other places. He just orders some coffee, puts on some headphones, and spaces out as he begins daydreaming about a better life. At home, he'll pace around as he daydreams, with those daydreams going on for hours if uninterrupted. For Maruki, these incidents only seem to last for a few minutes, when in actuality, hours have passed.

This is exactly why Shibusawa moved in to help make sure he takes care of himself. Maruki will forget to eat, drink, or really do anything if Shibusawa doesn't remind him. He'd even forget to sleep if no one reminds him. Due to Shibusawa getting married soon, he plans to move out. He is worried about Maruki, however, which results in him posting his request onto the Phantom Thieves Website. At this point, Akiren has probably already seen Maruki at the cafe a few times, but doesn't know him by name.

For his palace, I have a few possible designs. My favorite one is just having it be a bit chaotic, like an actual dream or daydream. Like liminal spaces all mixed together, with one door leading to a completely unrelated room to the last, a bit like how Maruki's daydreams just switch around. There is one end goal, however, which is a beach side wedding with Rumi, with a large cruise ship sailing by far off in the background (as a bit of a reference to, if the palace takes place before Shido's, to Shido having a palace and with him being involved with Maruki's past). Another design I like is based off of Alice in Wonderland, simply because of how Wonderland is usually seen as a form of escapism. The final design is just like, some sort of paradise on the surface, but if you look close, it is an elaborate set. You can move set pieces aside, exposing some sort of recording studio and revealing that everything is fake.

My version of his shadow self has a few quirky behaviors. He will repeat himself, trying to get a better version of his line, much like how someone will replay parts of their daydream because they thought of a better idea. An example would be if a phantom thief confronted him. He might say something like this:

"Who are you? Wait... What are you doing here?! Wait... Who... are... you...?"

He also is very vocal about how, yes, he knows his daydreams are fake. He will get very confrontational if people accuse him of being delusional or of believing his daydreams are real, because he really isn't. He just finds that his daydreams are too good to give up. There are a few more things he does, but he is great at hiding them.

His treasure would still be the newsletter, but in the palace it would be a wedding ring. I don't know what his keywords would be, simply due to not knowing what his palace would be.

Anyways that's my Au ramble of the day.

#persona 5 royal #p5r #p5r maruki #takuto maruki #Persona 5 royal au #P5r au

[burning-sol]

Terrible thoughts in my brain cw for character death ahead.

Thinking about how Kian dies in act 1 and how it might be different to the og DDLC. Because, frankly, I don't know how I would feel about Kian committing suicide in the first place. I also am not sure if Rumi could bring themselves to commit something as direct as what Monika had done.

SO... MY THOUGHTS RIGHT NOW...

Kian gets really upset by the entire messy confession and goes home really depressed. It wasn't intentional but he probably had an intent to just "numb the pain" which led to a hazardous mix of drugs and alcohol, and so Kian overdoses. Sayori actually didn't hang herself properly so you see blood on her hands from her struggle to free herself-- Kian had a different method but it was probably similarly excruciating with a struggle before he just stopped goddamn moving.

This change would mean that the iconic hanging imagery would be out the window, but I do have an idea. Since Sayori was a "clumsy" character, you could have some sort of cute visual moment early on where Kian totally trips over and gets back up like "woah dude, ahahah sorry about that, my bad!!" and then have things continue on as normal. Then when it comes to revealing Kian's death, throw in a fun little glitched visual of Kian tripping!! And he doesn't get up!!! You can't move the camera to look down at her. The background pulses subtly and the colours change to highlight objects in the background that have been knocked over. You can't see Kian, you're stuck, but you are able to see the remains of her struggle before he died.

All this said, I think Rumi had some instigation, but with the expectation that Kian would simply be too out of it to come to school the next day, meaning that the two of you could hang out instead!! Kian dying was NOT intended. In fact, Rumi tries to hide that something is wrong by distracting you for the day and it's William who brings up Kian's lack of attendance. Act 2 kicks in because Rumi was scrambling to cover things up and deleted Kian, starting things from scratch again minus Kian.

So yeah this is what my brain has generated.

#📚 my posts #📌 thoughts #jrwi ddlc au #cw suicide #cw overdose #cw alcohol #cw character death #tw suicide #tw overdose #tw alcohol #tw character death

[plushiehamuko]

HELLO i was tagged by rumi my friend rumi @ultimaid AND trix my friend trix @gh0str3c0rd3r for ten songs i have been listening to recently! (ok but just in advance you can't make fun of me for my lame ass music OKAY peace and love on planet earth)

SO IF YOU REMEMBER POPPY (she got really popular for her really strange youtube videos a very long time ago) she is actually one of my FAVORITE music artists EVER and this is her newest song!!! her music style is really unique and cool KINDA weirdly halfway between pop and metal IT'S SO COOL i'll actually PROBABLY bring her up again on this post tbh but!!!! YEAH LISTEN TO CHURCH OUTFIT and her new song that's coming out next week!!

so i've actually really really loved prince since middle school and i've been relistening to a lot of the songs i liked back then lately and this has to be ONE OF MY FAVORITES... it's not a very popular one but the lyrics FUCK SEVERELY imo, i'm a huge fan of "if i was your one and only friend, would you run to me if somebody hurt you, even if that somebody was me?"

this song is like. it may be my actual favorite piece of sapphic music EVER i love the lyrics, i love the vibes, it fits sosososo many ships and i literally listen to it SOOOO much, ask me what songs i've been listening to at any given time and this will be ON THE LIST

ALSO ONE OF MY FAVORITE SAPPHIC SONGS EVER AND WITH SUMMER COMING UP I HAVE HAD IT ON REPEAT!!!! perfect for summer, perfect for lesbians, perfect for me, a lesbian who has been calling it "hot girl summer" for weeks now (even tho it's april)

ANOTHER POPPY SONG okay so i LOVE her whole am i a girl? album SO MUCH but this is my favorite song off of it and one of the ones i listen to on repeat the most SO I TOTALLY RECOMMEND bc the lyrics and style are just SO COOL but also go listen to the whole album and i will love you forever

i honestly just listened to this recently bc i randomly remembered the nostalgia so i wouldn't necesssarily Recommend It if it doesn't give you fond memories of being in fifth grade like it does to me BUT to this day it's just super cute and super mecore

TO MAKE A VERY LONG ERA OF MY LIFE SHORT basically i had this like. CRAZY michael jackson hyperfixation in middle school. and i have obviously grown out of it BUT this is still one of my favorite songs ever and is still one i listen to all the time. the lyrics are simple but they scratch an itch in my brain and it's really beautiful. I WILL ACTUALLY also put the youtube link for this one bc the version on the michael album was released posthumously and i really think the overproduction takes away from what makes the song so beautiful. SO I RECOMMEND THE ORIGINAL INSTEAD (i love you sven nelson channel with all the rare demos and original versions of michael's stuff)

OK SORRY FOR PUTTING POPPY AGAIN BUT I COULDN'T NOT PUT THIS ONE even tho it's her most mainstream song it's also by far my most looped one bc IT'S JUST SO FUN and upbeat and nice to listen to, it was my top song in 2022 and i still loop it all the time!!! definitely give it a listen (BUT ALSO CHECK OUT THE REST OF THE ALBUM BC YOU HAVE PROBABLY HEARD THIS ONE BEFORE BUT REALLY THE REST OF THE ALBUM IS SO GOOD AND A LOT OF THE OTHER SONGS ARE A LOT MORE UNIQUE STYLISTICALLY AND LYRICALLY)

I'M SORRY FOR INCLUDING GLEE I'M SORRY I SWEAR IT'S JUST THE ONE bc this is like. my favorite glee song EVER. brittana literally made me who i am today when i was a confused queer middle schooler who wasn't allowed to have access to most queer media SO THIS SONG IS VERY SPECIAL TO ME OKAY and listening to it on repeat for hours is an ultimate therapeutic experience so i've highkey been doing it nonstop recently

janet jackson is so cool i'd actually marry her. anyways i have had this song on loop and have listened to it at least 50 times in the last week.... IT FUCKS SO SEVERELY songs i could sing sosososo loud word for word

I AM BLANKING ON WHO I COULD TAG BC THIS ALREADY WENT AROUND MY MUTUAL CIRCLES but if you want to do it then YOU SHOULD thumbs up

#squishy talks too much #THIS IS SUCH A WEIRD LIST SORRY this is why i never talk about my music #bc like. this happens #BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED AND i hope yall check out poppy okay bc most of my music is lame but she is cool as fuck

[jackiebrackettt]

4, 5, 10, and 18 for the ask game (Pick whatever works of yours you want for 4 5 and 18 :D)

[LINK TO ASK GAME]

4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

i haven’t reread my posted fics in ages Jesus o(-( mind blank hold on. okay! looks honestly I really like the endings of the two chapters in “The Gamble” and the way they mirror each other to show rumi’s growth. maybeee it’s cheesy but whatever endings are so difficult o(-( I’m happy with how it turned out ^_^

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!

anything ppl want to ask about any of my fics is so welcome umm I know I need to come up with a question but 🤔 idrk tbh.. I’m going to change the question a little bc I’m too tired to think of something: i haven’t posted any of my aus recently but I like when ppl ask me world building stuff bc it’s one of my fav things to figure out in an au :] like interpreting larger canon events / character development moments into the lore of the au and shit ^_^

10. How do you decide what to write?

I daydream and then sometimes it becomes words and then I write down the words. OR I have an analysis I want to post but idk how to word it as analysis so I write a fic instead

18. If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it involve?

I’ve thought about writing a sequel to “A Million Words Hang Between Us Both” a lot! one was going to be a probably shorter form Vyncent and Dakota convo and the other idea I have is maybe one day I’ll write a sequel to it where it’s Dakota and William convos after the s2 stuff after I posted the fic ^_^ these are both just a nice thought in my brain though not anything with any (current) potential to be a fic

ty for all the asks !! sorry I couldn’t answer 5 properly o(-( brain empty

#asks #ask games #moxymaxing

[taurusbabysworld]

The Scary Fragility of Our Minds (Perfect Blue)

A small note before you begin reading my analysis on this movie. I'm aware this is way later than I initially planned and that's completely on me. Hopefully I articulated this analysis in a way everyone can understand. I was writing off of a week of writer's block and a large amount of chai lattes lmao. Happy reading!

“Perfect Blue(1997)” is a cleverly-crafted film that acts as a catalyst for widely known and well-received films such as “Black Swan(2010)”  and “American Psycho(2000)”. Before I continue discussing what it is that makes “Perfect Blue” so unique and terrifying, I warn you that nothing I say will even come close to the feeling of experiencing this movie for what it is. TW, however, as there is one scene that depicts a rape. It’s portrayed as a scene the character is shooting for a show she’s in, so it isn’t real in the story. However, it definitely could trigger some. If you’d like to still see the movie, I’ll put in the time stamps the scene happens in so that you can skip it.

Time Stamp: 31:14-35:02

We all can attest to how difficult our minds are at times. They can be so difficult it’s hard to manage. The way our mind can simply snap whenever it wants to is a scary thought, at least for me. It’s actually one of the most terrifying things to me, as I’ve seen firsthand what it can do. I suffer from insomnia, which refers to the inability to go to sleep as easily as others. Because of this, I’ve had days where I was forced to function off of little to no sleep; this has created situations where I struggle with what can only be described as mild dissociation episodes. While they weren’t full dissociation episodes, there were points I would have an out-of-body experience due to my lack of sleep. Another thing I’ve struggled with is intrusive thoughts, or suicidal thoughts. My point is I’m very aware of how easy it is to simply lose the mind to a struggle, whether it be suicidal thoughts or dissociation. The mind is a delicate thing, and is what I want to focus on when discussing this movie.

To give a brief summary of the film, a J-pop idol named Mima decides to turn away from performing and singing to pursue a career in acting instead. She’s accompanied by her manager and agent, named Rumi and Tadokoro respectively. Throughout the movie, we’re forced to sit and witness the vast psychological and physical obstacles Mima faces in the industry. This ranges from her losing her ability to differentiate between reality and fantasy and being faced with an obsessed stalker. Those conflicts also combine with a string of murders that occur to people within Mima’s circle of people she associates with. 

While I don’t want to get into the details of what happens, as I’d like you to go watch it for yourself, I do want to discuss why this movie terrified me in particular. Many people will say the stalker was the most terrifying part. Others will say the fantasy world Mima created was easily the scariest. I admit these are haunting topics and ones that easily frighten me; however, there is one other thing I don’t see talked about a lot: the fragility of our minds. Like I explained before with my own anecdotes, our brains are easily one of the most amazing and scary part of ourselves. It can create and solve complex mathematic equations, solve hard-to-crack mysteries, but it can also snap at any given moment due to any slight thing. I remember hearing somewhere a long time ago that our brains are fragile, and that’s always stuck with me. The way Mima so easily lost her mind and got lost in it was, for me, the most terrifying part of the movie. Because it portrayed something that could happen to anybody in any given moment. It’s scarily intriguing. 

The way her mind easily betrayed her was the hardest thing to watch because it’s so realistic. The scariest things are the ones that could happen in real life, which is what makes this concept so terrifying. 

Outside of the horror, is the amazing characterization of Mima as well. The way Kon manages to artistically depict who Mima is as a person only makes the situation even more devastating and made me feel like I was watching a real person go through this. I could relate to her bright, bubbly, and optimistic nature just as much as I could relate to her frustrated, upset, and pessimistic moments. Another sad part of this movie was seeing her gradually go downhill emotionally. A beautiful (beautifully sad) thing about this movie is you can see the happiness drain from her in a way I rarely see a movie depict as accurately. 

Overall, just a solid 10/10 movie for me. The direction was good, the storyline was gut-wrenching, and the art style was astonishing. Looking forward to getting around to Satoshi Kon’s other works to be as equally impressed. 

#movie review #media analysis #analysis #discussion #perfect blue #satoshi kon #psychological thriller #review #animation

[werewolfnightwalker]

Meet my dustbunny lovechild!

Kutsuki Usagimura

Basics:

He's 19/20, same age as Tenshi.

He's Mirko and Shigaraki's kid! Kutsuki never met his father.

He's transmasc, he/him, started T young and got top surgery at 18. Mirko fully supports him and is VERY loud about it.

He's 5'5, taller than his mom but shorter than Tenshi.

Sexuality wise, he identifies as biromantic, demisexual.

Yes, that is one of Tenshi's feathers on his ear.

His name is Kutsuki, but he goes by Suki (Tenshi only!), Kit (Rumi only!), Bunny, or 'Mura.

He was once a pro hero, and went by the name The White Rabbit Hero: Wonderland. But now he's a villain that goes by Stopwatch.

Breakdown of his Quirk:

Obviously, he's got Mirko's rabbit ears, and he's even got the tail, but that's as far as his mutation extends. His secondary Quirk is a combination of his father's, and Nana Shimura's! He cannot decay physical objects, but instead decays the air.

He can control how much he decays it, too. At a low level, he can cut through wind resistance, which is why he and Tenshi worked so well together. At a higher level, he decays the oxygen itself.

Kutsuki's life:

Born post war.

While he had his mother's full love and support, and he grew up alongside Tenshi, Kutsuki didn't... really have anyone else. The LOV didn't know how to feel about him, since he was Shigaraki's kid, a kid Shigaraki didn't claim.

Embittered, Kutsuki swore that he'd become a great hero and prove to them how great he could be. As a kid, he was passionate and driven, artistic and clever. He loved painting and practicing martial arts, which his mother gleefully taught him.

As a teenager, he got nto gymnastics, and won several competitions and awards. He got into UA, trained his fluffy tail off, and graduated at the top of his class, even higher than Tenshi. Unfortunately, that bitter feeling never left him.

Combined with the desire to know the father he'd never even met, Kutsuki fell into the dark rabbit hole of villain ideology, fervently absorbing the "society is flawed, violence breeds violence" message his father had tried to impress. And thus, "Wonderland" disappeared.

Literally, he ran away from home at 18, leaving behind his mother and partner, Tenshi. He debuted as villain only months later, as "Stopwatch: The Death Rabbit" (a reference to the Grimm version of Alice in Wonderland, where the white rabbit died when his pocket watch ran out of time).

He killed several people, and nearly killed Tenshi, which devastated them both. Kutsuki ran away from his own debut, terrified for his ex and confused of his own feelings.

Personality:

Kutsuki is passionate and clever, definitely the brains between him and Tenshi. Deep down, he genuinely is a good kid, he's just misguided and desperate to understand his place in the world. He's rather introverted and shy, a defect from being outshone by Tenshi and his own bombastic mother.

He's only a fledgling villain, but he's terrified that it's too late to turn back. He just wants to meet his father and get some answers, and he never meant to cause the damage he did.

In battle, pre-villain, he was quick and clever and worked fantastically well with Tenshi. He was quick to subdue villains by decaying the air around them until they were dizzy or unconscious.

Post villain, he's more erratic, frantic, and that's what caused casualties at his debut.

Hobby wise, Kutsuki has always enjoyed art, gymnastics/free running, and writing songs, which Tenshi would sing for him.

Things he likes include:

birds

the color purple

fried squid

pop music

the ocean

Things he dislikes:

pickles

dogs (allergic)

rough textures

hot weather

spontaneous events

#dustbunny #dustbunny lovechild #my oc #mha oc #kutsuki usagimura #long post

[gossamer-green]

i have an essay to keep writing, but my brain just wants to work on my jrwi apotheosis essay bc i need it OUTTA MY HEAD. instead of thoughts, there is rumi and thanatos dynamic. help ;-;

#v sorry to whoever it was who made a post referencing that draft that i didn’t even mean to post and then deleted rip #gossamer thoughts #jrwi