#thank god no ones gonna read this cuz it’s so disgustingly long

[manofmanymons]

takuma/kaito marriage headcanons oh great one?

Oh goodness when's the last time I used the cute braincell instead of the cursed braincell

Like with previous marriage-related asks I'm gonna backtrack all the way to the proposal stage. Which means I have to backtrack even further to a general ship hc I've always had but don't think I've shared??? That being that I am convinced that Kaito and Takuma's mom would get along really well. You know cuz she's like kind of an overbearing mom and Kaito is Kaito.

I feel like I use "Kaito is Kaito" as an explanation for whatever the hell Kaito's got going on a lot but I really don't have a better way of describing him you know like he's just very very Kaito.

Anyways the idea Takuma's mom being overly worried about Takuma, and Takuma insisting that she's worried over nothing and trying to get Kaito to back him up, only for Kaito to side with his mom instead lives in my brain rent free. Just...Mrs. Momozuka deciding "this boy is my son now" from the day she meets him lol.

All this to say, I love the idea of her, over the years, getting to a point of "when are you finally going to marry him?" @ Takuma. Like Takuma somehow simultaneously already having planned on being with Kaito forever yet never having considered that marriage is a thing and also you have to propose before you can get married.

AND LIKE FROM THERE I HAVE THREE DIFFERENT HCS

#1 is the funniest but least likely one and is more of a meme than an actual hc but...Mrs. Momozuka straight up going "will you be my son in law?" @ Kaito and Takuma being like ???? did you just propose to him for me?????

#2 is the most likely one which is that once Takuma realizes that, hey maybe I should ask my bf to marry me, he just goes all out trying to plan a perfect romance-movie proposal because Takuma is a freaking sap. He's got a speech and everything that his mom and Agumon helped him rehearse. When he finally puts the plan into action, Kaito is anxious the entire time because he's been forced to watch enough romcoms that he knows what a set up to a proposal looks like but also doesn't want to assume anything and then get disappointed. His immediate response to "will you marry me" is "oh thank fuck" because he's relieved that he wasn't reading the situation wrong. Dumbass completely forgets to actually answer the question until Takuma asks if that was supposed to be a yes.

#3 is medium likely and medium funny which is Kaito asking first but in like the most blunt and casual way. It's not that he doesn't care as much he's just kind of a dork and isn't one for grand gestures, so one day they're spending time together and it crosses his mind that it would be kinda nice to be married so he just...says it. Like "hey do you wanna get married?" And Takuma is caught off guard and asks does he just mean at some indeterminate point in the future and he's like no I mean soon like do you wanna start planning a wedding now. The answer is yes but my god do their friends make fun of him for giving the least romantic proposal of all time. Takuma isn't disappointed at all, he thinks it was cute, but everyone else is jokingly like "if I were you I would've dumped his ass wtf"

THIS POST GOT LONG AND I HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN TO THE MARRIED PART YET JESUS CHRIST

Small ceremony in the red spider lily forest? Small ceremony in the red spider lily forest.

Disgustingly sappy couple. Annoying as hell. Yes Takuma we know you think you have the cutest husband in the world yes we know you're luckiest man on the planet YOU CAN SHUT UP NOW. How many years does it take for Kaito to stop getting flustered by literally everything Takuma does? The world may never know.

Kaito and Dracmon cook, the other two clean. Personal hc #500: Kaito learned how to cook from Ryo so he could make all of Miu's favorites when they were younger, and now he's just kind of good at it. (He would've asked Aoi but she was pretty strict and scared him a little bit at the time. He will never tell her this.) Agumon is not allowed in the kitchen because he eats every single ingredient before it can be used properly.

Miu will bring up the time Takuma said he'd like to have a sister like her and jokingly accuse him of planning to marry her brother all along.

Kaito never fully unlearns to be on high alert at all times, so he's a light sleeper. Takuma tries his best to be quiet if he ever needs to get up in the middle of the night or goes to bed late but he ends up accidentally waking him up 100% of the time. Kaito will pretend to still be asleep because he doesn't want Takuma to feel bad about it, but he's not very good at it.

Kaito will wake Takuma up in the middle of the night sometimes too like "hey do you like me?" "I literally married you, go back to sleep." He's fine most of the time but is occasionally prone to the sudden anxiety that Takuma will wake up one day and realize choosing him was a mistake. He can't sleep when that happens.

On that note, not forever, but for like the first year at most, Takuma constantly doing cute romantic things like planning spontaneous dates or just outright gushing about how much he loves him stresses Kaito the hell out because he's afraid that Takuma does too much for him while he does nothing in return, which would make him The Worst Ever and oh god oh shit Takuma deserves better. Which is STUPID because he's the one who spent hours learning how to make all of Takuma's favorite dishes from his mom and is constantly bringing home little things that "just reminded me of you," what do you MEAN you do NoThInG iN rEtUrN? Like admittedly if you were a total stranger on the outside looking it, it would kinda seem like Takuma loves Kaito a lot more than Kaito loves him, but their friends and family know that's not true. They're both equally obnoxiously and embarrassingly in love, actually.

They work it out eventually ofc but Takuma has to accept that he married an insecure doofus who sometimes needs to be reminded that he is NOT, in fact, The Worst Ever.

Ironically, while Kaito's in his own little idiot corner thinking Takuma's out of his league, Takuma thinks Kaito is out of his league. He's not insecure about it though he's more like "yeah that's right the perfect man agreed to marry me" yknow what I mean like he's just proud of it.

WHO LET ME WRITE ABOUT THEM AGAIN WHY IS THIS POST SO LONG? YOU WANNA KNOW HOW MANY WORDS THAT WAS? ONE THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED FIFTY SIX. I HAVE WRITTEN FICS SHORTER THAN THIS POST.

TLDR: they're idiot losers and they like each other a lot

#digimon survive #kaito shinonome #takuma momozuka #you guys keep asking me for hcs and I don't think you realize what you're unleashing upon the world when you do that #'oh great one' made me smile btw sldkfa I am neither great nor particularly creative I am just mentally ill and really like kaito

[wovenstarlight]

YWBK update: chapter 26 + liner notes

yesterday will be kinder has updated! you can read chapter 26 here, or start from the beginning here

as always, commentary below the cut

Yoojin🐉😊

watch this space....

In preparation for it, Han Hyunjae temporarily requisitions Yoojin’s laptop and combs through the internet looking for photos of the Hunters that he thinks his family should know about in advance. He goes down one too many internet rabbit-holes, takes way too many screenshots, transcribes a summary of the notes in his future diary, then painstakingly puts everything together into a neat little presentation for them.

picture HHJ reading his fifth article wondering where the sung family heir has disappeared to and being like 👁️👁️👁️👁️

had a little giggle to myself about “future diary” that phrasing was definitely on purpose. will exclusively be referring to it as this now

“Right,” he starts, clapping his hands together, after Yerim’s been sent off to play with Hohyoung.

LHH is so much of a background figure.... i want to see more of himself but he likes his privacy.... he’s got his girlfriend and his baby sister and yoojin who’s wormed his way into his good graces by way of Living In Same House but that’s kinda it....... he’s always lurking in the background instead of showing up on screen. come here hohyoung oppa i just wanna talk

Even if Yoojin’s right, Han Hyunjae still has to protest. [...] But he can’t keep it up when Jiyeon looks at him like that.

KJY has the world’s best Stern Mom Voice and Disappointed Mom Glare and to her great delight they work even on fellow adult HHJ. she will use this power For Evil

The other S-ranks are Moon Hyuna, leader of Breaker Guild, and Bak Mingyu of Hanshin Guild.

OK FOR THIS PART I STRAIGHT FORGOT ABOUT HANSHIN GUILD AND I WAS COUNTING UP ON MY FINGERS LIKE WAIT... IF YERIM WAS THE EIGHTH KOREAN S-RANK WHO WERE THE SEVEN BEFORE HER.... (for those curious they were 1. sung hyunjae, 2. han yoohyun, 3. moon hyuna, 4. song taewon, 5. bak mingyu of hanshin, 6. choi sukwon of MKC, and 7. yoon kyeongsoo of soodam. but. i forgot about the last three altogether.)

“Oh, blond guy,” Yoojin says, unimpressed. “Yeah, I’ve seen him on the news and stuff.”

Top 10 Funny Yoojin Moments (I JUST THINK IT’D BE REALLY FUNNY IF HAN “HAVE I MENTIONED IN THE LAST 5 MINUTES HOW HANDSOME SUNG HYUNJAE IS” YOOJIN DID NOT GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT HIM IN THIS TIMELINE....)

Han Hyunjae takes a moment to double-check that he really doesn’t have Noise Resistance (L), and looks back in time to see Yoojin rubbing at his eyes and glaring at the screen. 

HEHEHE...... A SECRET TOOL THAT WILL HELP US LATER

“Hyunjae-yah,” Jiyeon says, looking at the photo of Sung Hyunjae on screen, “this man looks—” “LIKE A PIECE OF WHITE BREAD,” Yoojin bellows. [...] “HYUNG THINKS HE LOOKS GOOD? [...] Oh, god, he kinda does, [...] but like, in a trashy romance novel cover way.” [... Jiyeon] gives the computer screen an assessing once-over. “He looks like the models in cologne advertisements.”

this part of the chapter was planned waaaay back in august 2020 and i actually crowdfunded these descriptions from the s-class server dshblksjdfkblsdfb. the original suggestions (thanks to server members for these):

“bland whitie potato with a slap-on seme personality”

“tacky valentine’s day/mom’s cologne advertisement”

“the face of the dude on the cover of all my mom’s trashy romance novels”

and tbh HYJ does think he genuinely looks good but like, disgustingly good, you know... also Hyung Likes Him so [19 gun emojis]

also me handwaving moment of mild homophobia because like. jiyeon doesn’t know yet AND homophobia is a thing in this world BUT i don’t really wanna do, All That (we already did it with HYJ once), so.

“Do S-ranks get rich?” Yerim asks as she enters, because apparently everyone’s coming for his life today. Han Hyunjae closes his eyes and lies down on the bed while Yoohyun calls out an affirmation over his head. “Then I think— oh! He looks nice!” He cracks open an eye just in time to see her nod. “I think ahjussi should marry him for the eye candy and the money.” She beams very wide. Han Hyunjae closes his eyes again and tunes out the loud conversation going on around him. And wishes, not for the first time, that he’d picked literally any other name when he first got here.

yerim says gay rights cuz she’s like 12 rn and she straight up does not really care. but says it in, like, the most frustrating way possible.

sometimes you just need to lie down even as the world keeps throwing shit at you. just lie down and nap for a little bit. especially when the shit in question is the alias regret you had literally back in chapter one of your 25+ chapter story. this is gonna come back to bite you in the ass Very Fucking Soon babe!!!!

You Oh this is like the 17th one I got wrong I swear this course is trying to kill me

me, flicking on that EPSON brand projector,

(i have. been having a Time of it.)

[Yoojin🐉😊 called you (21:35)]

that’s minutes and seconds babey... you can pretty much guess the content of call from context :(

well, uh. most of call. some internal plot and Realizations happening right at the end of those 21 minutes, 35 seconds. namely:

Yoojin🐉❤️

:-)

or i dunno you can be my roommate and we can both leech off my rich and prosperous baby brother!

[extremely sad voice] heehoo... they... care each other....

YMW’s parents are kinda shit ngl. they care about him, but unfortunately, that does not show through in their care for him, ykwim? if they just paid attention to what he was actually talented at and encouraged him in his efforts.................

well, he wouldn’t have met HYJ in canon. but he would also have been a lot happier!! and YMW deserves to be happy!!!!!!!! YMW fucking rights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You When you came with me to drop off Jihui’s standee. 

they finally remembered her name sjfbklsjdfbl

Yoojin🐉❤️ OH right i was talking to one of my new commissioners about their piece realized they were an old friend of hyung’s

HEEHOO.... HONKS MY LITTLE CLOWN NOSE yoojin forgot to ask about pronouns but that’s okay they’re figuring that stuff out still

Yoojin🐉❤️ it’s getting late the kids are going to bed i have to turn off the lights 

you can take the caregiver out the role of caregiving but he will still think of his baby siblings as his kids

Part of that is changing his behaviour. Hyunjae and Yoojin sit side by side and watch as Suk Simyeong gently coaches Yoohyun on how to interact with others and present a neutral, if not friendly, exterior.

[same voice as ingredience] neurodivergence.....

try and look them in the eye, or at least look somewhere on or near their face, if eye contact is too much

yoohyun, who’s the type to look people in the eye without blinking until they inevitably look away because then they don’t try that eye contact shit again later:

tbh i kinda made up shit for the Training In Formality section i don’t know shit about being Formal and Polite. hope i got it right :pensive:

“He’s not good with touch,” Hyunjae cuts in. [...] “Sorry,” [Yoojin] says apologetically to Suk Simyeong, crossing the room and gently pressing a hand against Yoohyun’s back. The kid slowly stops rocking and leans into the touch as he talks.

he’s not good with touch, Usually..... there are exceptions :-) every time i think about this being canon i go insane. wow. love and trust and faith.

Suk Simyeong nods understandingly, giving the closed door a considering look. “If that’s the case, perhaps he can take over part of the preparations,” he offers.

SSM who’s frothing at the mouth wanting to know more about this dude who apparently did some killer business deal with the head of Dungeon Task Force who all the dungeon people are gossiping about on their phone calls while they cart around unassuming A-rank businessmen: PLEEAAASEE fucking involve him PLEEEEASE make him involve himself in business with me

Still, Yoojin’s work is fairly repetitive and boring, so Hyunjae and the women pull out a pack of UNO cards from somewhere and start playing while he works, not paying much attention to either of the boys.

plugging my Han/Bak family playing UNO art here, please reblog like and subscribe,

He stares down at Yoohyun’s hair. Yoohyun’s wavy hair sits there judgmentally. Yoojin bemoans his budding career as a stylist and admits, “This… isn’t working.”

i’m sorry sweetie... hair isn’t your forte :( you can still do fashion if you try really hard

(fun fact about this whole scene, yoohyun not being able to straighten his hair until he could control flame resistance is Certified Canon!)

“No, shit, don’t get up.” Yoojin flaps his free hand at him distractedly. Hyunjae and his need to do everything himself, jeez. “I mean, like. The iron is not. Straightening.”

“hyunjae and his need to do everything” says the man who a few paragraphs ago wanted to be hair makeup clothing and management all in one

“Okay, but why is it not working, though? Is the iron not turned on?” Wow. Wow! Yoojin wonders suddenly if Yoohyun ever felt as homicidal towards him as Yoojin’s currently feeling towards his big brother. If he ever had, then it’s frankly stunning Yoojin’s survived as long as he did. “Do you think I’m stupid,” he snaps. “It’s plugged in.” “Yeah, but did you turn it on.” “You know what, why don’t you touch it and see?” Yoojin unplugs the straightening iron for a minute so that he can take it over to Hyunjae, presenting it to him with a flourish. The heat will hold on for the few seconds this takes. “Come on, touch it right now. I dare you.”

zmur put this into words better than i can, she described this part as “the feeling when elder siblings doubt your intelligence”--

“What if you used a regular iron. Like for clothes,” Hyunjae says, completely ignoring Yoohyun. Yoojin hums thoughtfully.

--and this part as “THEY ARE RIGHT TO DOUBT IT !”

“Killjoy,” Hyunjae mutters so only he and Yoojin can hear.

(should doubt your elder sibling’s intelligence too, once in a while. keep them on their toes.)

“HAN YOOHYUN YOU TAKE YOUR HAND OFF THAT RIGHT NOW,” Yoojin and Hyunjae and Jiyeon holler in perfect unison.

parental instinct for particular phrasings of commands

“Flame Resistance,” Yoohyun reads out. “S-rank.” It’s not heat resistance, but it’s pretty close, so it probably still applies.

hum hum the flame skill works on heat as well, huh

Yoojin’s watching Hyunjae idly when the flickers start up at the edge of his vision again. He blinks, rubbing his eyes idly, and looks back up in time to see, just for a split second— 

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE VISION PROBLEMS WAS IT? RUBBING HIS EYES WAS IT??

“Eh? It didn’t? I’ll… I’ll try it again, one second.” Nothing, for a second— but no, there is, pale flashes here and there. Yoojin shakes his head and blinks. They die down, then start up again. Fainter, this time. Why? 

gonna say this here because i accidentally set it up as a Thing there’s. there’s no reason. whether the message shows up or not is pretty much random error.

“Ahjussi has an L-rank skill?” Yerim demands. “That’s so cool!” Jiyeon and Yoohyun and Yoojin stare at Hyunjae in silence as he returns Yerim’s eager high-five. He cowers when he notices them.

these three are already so mad and they don’t know that between S and L there’s SS and SSS. they’re gonna be SOOOOO mad. anyway yerim remains the chillest in the room

“So, say you needed to cauterize a wound in an emergency, and you didn’t have access to healing items or Hunters. You could drop the Resistance there, set it on fire, and just… sear it shut.” Yoohyun blinks, an intrigued look coming into his eyes, and looks down at his own forearm. “That’s true, I could probably…” “Yeah, food for thought, I suppose.” “What the hell?!” Yerim yelps. “Though it’s up to you if you want to try it. I still think your hair is fine as is, we don’t have to—” “That’s horrifying,” Yoojin blurts. “No, I should know how. In case something happens like you said. How do I do it?” “Now hold on a second,” Jiyeon says, voice rapidly rising in pitch.

sometimes i think about how dungeon stuff made yoojin significantly more chill with violence and murder and self mutilation in some cases. and how he comments specifically (i think this might be in a slightly later chapter, possibly unreleased) that people like myeongwoo who don’t have those extra years of immersion in the dungeon culture still reject and avoid violence and killing whenever possible. really makes you think

anyway! i saved some extra commentary for those okay with spoilers. continue reading at your own risk. extra large warning in case you’re skilling

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE BELOW CONTENT!!!! IT DRAWS ON INFO FROM UNTRANSLATED CHAPTERS, POST-170S AT LEAST!

“How many of these people did you personally know?” “Not many!” “So one, then,” Yoojin concludes. “You don’t know that!”

HE DIDN’T SAY THAT YOOJIN WAS RIGHT, THOUGH..............

“Why did you pick his name out of everyone’s! I thought you weren’t in touch with S-ranks. I thought you picked a friend’s name!”

:)

they wanted some kind of bedroom decoration for a family member, counting sheep or something, i forget 

a sheep, for a family member of one of han hyunjae’s old acquaintances, is it

#star.txt #work: yesterday will be kinder #writing commentary #my writing #some family antics to make up for what's next #more and more i feel like i need to write a timeskip. i'm so tired of early guild and dungeon management. #i need to write insanity. murder. kidnapping. classic s-class stuff #AND OF COURSE SUPERPOWERED FAMILY ANTICS WHICH IS SO CLASSIC S-CLASS STUFF IT'S BCE

[vivaciousyellow]

re: beyond embarrassing personal ramblings

dear victoria,

first of all, thank you for writing and sharing. i feel like i’ve been participating from a rather unusual kind of third party perspective, in a few very select snapshots of your uncle’s story through your posts. the way i’ve been able to see it to such an ultimate end from this vantage point has felt especially poignant and faintly unsettling.

so.

it’s taken me more than a month to finally put a response together.

which is mainly just, i have answers to exactly zero of your questions. i feel like when i first read your post and began reacting, i had things to say. but in the ensuing month-long, personal and  exhaustive, emotional rollercoaster ride - a particular thrill i’m still strapped into - and my concurrent journey of netflix binging to absolute denial (that little river in northeast africa doesn’t hold a candle to the lengths i will go through to keep row-row-row-my-boat-ing down my favourite psychological coping mechanism. i will die in this disgustingly polluted river of toxic, industrial-grade hormones and emotions. but not before first dying in this confusing and overdrawn parenthetical of metaphor and idiom. you still with me? cuz i’m not with me. #ImWithHerOrReallyJustAnyoneButHim), i’ve lost all my words. i apologise in advance for the intensely meandering nature of my authorial voice at the moment. and tbh the length and verbosity of my sentences are probably gonna be even harder to sludge through than usual, given my current modge podge vocabulary of a fifth grader.

what’s that they say? byelingual?

but rereading your post, the displays of grief that you described resonated with greater frequency (physics?) the second time around. i’ve been thinking a lot about performances of grief, as well as my own inability to pinpoint what exactly my tears are mourning. with each instance, i’ve become increasingly aware of how heavily and leisurely psychic tears move down my skin, and increasingly less aware of what a physical disturbance sobs are, the way each convulsion becomes the most unique ab workout, and the way they hack through the air in such a loud, clumsy way. honestly my lacrimal glands have pulled so much weight this past month and a half.

who says i don’t lift?

so, a shout-out to them. my most dedicated partners-in-crime. the crime of dramaticisms. of intensely gorging upon a neapolitan combination of guilt, shame, and self-pity day after day after day. which, by the way, are chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry, respectively. don’t ask me why.

my sister told me a few mornings ago, in a call that lasted 5 tissue packets, 62% of my phone’s battery life, 105 minutes of sobbing, and innumerable, patient assurances, something to the effect of, “to be able to feel so profoundly sad is something special.” i forget her exact wording, as i might have finally resorted to blowing my nose at this point, which has the power of expelling everything out through my nasal cavities, including my sense of hearing and dignity (i have found that, like peeing, snot comes out like a fire hydrant...in sometimes unforeseen directions, with unforeseen force…? that one conversation i had with hira two years ago truly left a ridiculous impression on me), but despite having to wade through the infinite cesspool of self-hatred that has become of my limbic system, that one expression of hers struck some resounding harmonic chord within me.

it was in c# minor, if you must know.

observing this “sadness” has become somewhat of an exhilarating experience (oh wait, already made this comparison, re: emotional rollercoasters). i feel like i’ve been steadily losing my ground and only just recently realised how it has completely vanished from under me. the proverbial magic carpet under which i have been sweeping things has disintegrated under the pesky gnawing of invasive thoughts.

and literal dust mites. i have neither cleaned my room or done laundry in weeks.

as i sit nestled at my unhygienic lowpoint, my sister suggested i write things down, so here goes some subpar, emo dear-diary-ing. hopefully my self-awareness acts as some kind of quality control but no promises. also everything will be in metaphor. sorry not sorry. but also really sorry. (there can be no end to the number of disclaimers, qualifiers, and apologies i need to say for posting all my feelings and thoughts on the internet.)

i remember complaining to david in early december that i felt so so homesick and i didn’t know what to do with it. i was complaining to a lot of people, compelled by some monstrous yearning and intense nostalgia.

my parents generously bought me a ticket.

to my utter surprise and complete delight, i only cried once. and brilliantly, mom and dad didn’t seem to notice. which is the always the biggest of blessings. or they’re just infinitely more intuitive and tolerant than i give them credit for. i also have to thank 姐 for that.

there’s a word doc i started the first day i step foot here and last edited mid-november that i was going to write for confessions of a mask (mishima yukio) and masks (enchi fumiko). not really addressing the actual material of either book, but rather just borrowing the titles. i wanted to do something with relating language, and language barriers, as a type of mask. something about my identity crisis as an asian-american. something about the genuine happiness amongst mixed feelings i felt about being mistaken as “nikkei.” something about the genuine envy amongst mixed feelings i felt when i heard my caucasian(-looking) cohort relate how she was mistaken as happa by the locals because of her conversational mastery over japanese. something about my own surprise, hearing from friends about the impressions i first gave off here.

once upon a time, long long ago, it all started with imposter syndrome…

to no one’s surprise...

anyway i think i need to end this post here. unfortunately however, this will most likely not be the last of my vague, emotional ramblings. something needs to come of this moment of my life. maybe if i record it, i’ll be able to figure out what i did that suddenly made everything feel so wrong.

i don’t know. i’m just so tired of treading the line between giving no fucks and giving all the fucks. more than anything, i hate that i’ve become such a cliched. but also i just wanna say, nihilism is overrated.

so i’ll probably look back on this in a couple months, or god forbid a couple years? and find all of this exceptionally mortifying. but in the meantime, while i’m stuck in this limbo where the future has become unimaginable and insurmountable, here are my fragile feelings.

love,

ying

#ying #yike #yeetjustforthealliteration