#miku rolls back and forth

[this-isnt-oish]

triple baka sleepover

[flubssesion]

2-15-25 ¡¡¡Birthday Stream!!!

"Thank you for the Miku socks, groovygeologist!" BaileeNicole holds up the blue anime girl socks up to her smiling face. Her teeth are perfectly white. "You guys know how much I love Miku! Okay, now this one's from BrotherAndre. let's open it..."

Bailee Nicole Johnstone, or BaileeNicole as you probably know her, is one of the biggest streamers online right now. At first, her gimmick was playing horror games while cosplaying various popular characters. Nowadays, she pulls in numbers by doing just about anything, sometimes even nothing. She's gained collabs, sponsorships, and adoring fans by doing what she loves most: getting attention by flaunting her beauty.

Today, BaileeNicole is doing her annual birthday stream, a day after her real birthday as usual. She's sitting on a couch, with a neon light on the wall in the shape of her logo in the background. She's opening up presents on stream; amazon wishlist items, as well as random things that have been sent to her throughout the year. She saves up the latter for the big birthday stream.

"Sweet! A mug with a chibi-me on it! You're too kind, Andre!" BrotherAndre types, "your welcome ❤️❤️❤️" in the chat. He waited for an hour for BaileeNicole to get to that mug.

BaileeNicole holds the mug between her blue spandex-covered bosom and smiles. She's cosplaying zero suit Samus, her blue bodysuit embracing her tight curves, her perky breasts seamlessly cupped by the material, her blonde hair styled in a ponytail, all faithfully to the space bounty hunter's iconic look.

BaileeNicole's chat is filled to the brim with her fans, the chat constantly moving upwards with messages like, "🥵🥵🥵," "😍😍😍😍😍😍😍," "HBD Beautiful 🎂," and the occasional variations of, "💦🍆✊." Currently, the view count is only around 547 K, which BaileeNicole is pretending not to be upset about.

But in a moment, she'll wish there were less viewers.

"Okay, so it looks like this one's from... *she reads the tag* "WheresOstwald?" Haha, cool. Okay, let's seeee..." she opens the red wrapping paper to reveal... a small metal cylinder, with a clamp securing it shut. She places it on the ground in front of her, confused.

"What?" BaileeNicole asks. "What's this supposed to be?" The chat appears about as confused as she is. With the exception of one user, who chimes in:

WheresOstwald: Open the clamp.

BaileeNicole happens to catch the gift sender's message in chat, and says, "Oh, kayyyyy...?" she opens the clamp, and the top of the cylindrical object swings open.

Condensation billows out of the container's opening, sending white wisps flowing down its sides. BaileeNicole stares into the thick smoke, batting her fake eyelashes at it in confusion. One user in the chat writes, "BOMB." Others join in with, "💣💣💣💣💣💣."

A slimy, green blob pokes its slippery head out of the smoke with a giggly squeak, and "looks" over at BaileeNicole. She lets out an "eek!" as though she's seen a mouse or a frog, or some other form of vermin. She's immediately aback in disgust at the sight of the cylinder's occupant, and the chat concurs with her; 🤢, 🤮, and 🤧 emojis are spammed. One adventurous user simply types, "hear me out."

Nevertheless, our streamer stares back at the mystery substance. BaileeNicole's face twists as she says. "EW!" The blob's "head" weakly drops, seemingly saddened by her reaction. The cosplayer's eyebrows raise in pity of the slimy green blob. The gift sender gives her more instructions:

WheresOstwald: Hold out your hands.

BaileeNicole, quite obediently, sticks her hands out by the blob. The thing, looking at her warm hands, rolls its fat, chubby mass forwards onto them. BaileeNicole finds this kind of cute; it reminds her of those panda videos. Her chat is still disgusted, sending "🤢🤢🤢"s of various lengths.

BaileeNicole sits back on the couch and holds the green blob close to her face. The goo itself appears confused, studying its new surroundings. Its head darts back and forth across the room. Then, it looks at her. BaileeNicole giggles nervously at it. "What the fuck is this?" She asks, uncharacteristically swearing on stream.

WheresOstwald: Flubber.

"Flubber?" BaileeNicole reads the screen aloud incredulously. Flubber lets out a whistling chirp at its name being called. "FLUBBER" is spammed in the chat.

"Wow. Okay..." BaileeNicole holds Flubber as it looks her tight zero suit up and down. The blob takes notice of her chest, which the suit cups perfectly over her perfect, 3 million subscriber-worthy boobs. "What does it do?"

WheresOstwald: it's stretchy.

BaileeNicole, confused, takes the slime in her blue gloved hands and stretches it. To her surprise, it stretches apart effortlessly like rubber. She looks at the chat through the translucent slime and laughs. "Haha, cool!" The chat, however, is still disgusted by it; "WASH YOUR HANDS," they urge her.

The flubber springs back to its normal shape with tremendous tensile strength that sends a whip crack through the room. BaileeNicole laughs, and holds the slime-thingy close to her face. She's getting ideas. "Yeah, let's..." she takes the flubber in her right hand and puts her left hand into the slime's bubbly thick mass. She stretches the goo over her hand, down all the way to her forearm.

Flubber forms a gooey glove over her hand, perfectly fitting and molding over her frail, little fingers and palm. "No way!! Haha." BaileeNicole stares at her hand. "This is frickin' cool!" She says in a singsong tone. "YUCK," the chat says.

Without warning, the flubberglove twiddles BaileeNicole's fingers and lunges straight for her right boob. It latches onto her, squeezing her supple breast tightly. "Woahwah?! HEY!" She fights her own hand as it honks her supple titty. "Ah! Stop it stop it! Haha!" Her struggle forces her body to move violently. the chat is convinced she's doing it on purpose; just a little something for the extra views. And it seems to be workin. The view count rises to around 700K as her struggle against the possessing, mischievous slime continues. The chat is going wild at the famous streamer acting like a fool grabbing her own titty.

Finally, BaileeNicole is able to pry her gloved hand loose from the flubber's lustful grip. The slime slides off of her hand and lands back onto her other hand. She sneers and chuckles at the slime as it rests on her blue gloved hand. It's as if the goo is acting coy about what it just did to her.

At that moment, WheresOstwald donates to BaileeNicole over $100 several times in succession. Due to a glitch, the multiple animations that play when she gets donations of over $100 play all at once. This, in turn, causes BaileeNicole's 4k monitor to emit a bright flash. WheresOstwald simply watches what happens next.

The room lights up brightly and startles flubber on a molecular level, causing it to go into a spasmodic tantrum on BaileeNicole's hand. She merely stares agape at the slime as it explodes and flexes its amorphous body into a variety of shapes, all the while letting out a vibrato screech. The slime then jumps, yes jumps off of her hand and into the ceiling, and bounds around the walls of BaileeNicole's home studio. "WOAH!" The chat watches as BaileeNicole ducks her head and jumps off the couch to get away from the slimy ball's ricocheting. "What- Ah! WOW! Agh!" It knocks over lights, breaks props, and whizzes and swirls past the camera. People who came on to the stream to watch THE BaileeNicole grope herself are confused as they watch her dodge some green ball. They 😂😂😂 as they watch her screech and jump and duck at the gelatinous assailant.

Then, the bouncing stops. Bailee comes back around to the camera, breathless. "Okay... I think it's gone..." She spins around, searching for the so-called flubber. As she turns around to look at the couch, her big yet tight ass faces the camera. Only, it isn't exposed... BaileeNicole's blue-spandexed ass is covered with flubber, and she's totally oblivious! "Where is it? Where is it?" She asks, looking around for her perverted present. The chat eats it up, their comments ranging from total thirst to laughing at her. Some of them even swear they can hear the flubber giggling.

BaileeNicole, assuming the flubber to be gone, turns around and plops her ass back down on the couch. As her flubberized ass hits the cushion, she bounces back up, sending her flying upwards. "AHHH!" The flubber laughs at her, then resumes its vigorous bouncing and the chase begins again. She lands in front of the camera, still in its view, and holds her position on the floor. The chat is convinced at that this is all a stunt at this point, with some pretty impressive effects. But BaileeNicole is facing a very real slime, and is about to face an even more real embarrassment.

BaileeNicole grunts in frustration at the teasing flubber, and decides to try and grab it. She grabs the expensive lacrosse stick that she was gifted by a fan in Idaho and gets up, standing up to catch the slime. She swats at it as it passes by her, and misses each time. "*Whiff*" several people type.

Then, the flubber bounces off the far wall, straight towards Bailee. BaileeNicole places a foot behind her, ready to catch the menacing slime. Her stick is ready, her eyes are fixed on her target. "Got you, you little shit!" She's completely locked in— she definitely has it this time.

Flubber gets in range of her lacrosse stick. She swings the stick to catch the slime in the stick's net, but it corkscrews around her swing and—

FLEEOOP!!!

Flubber flies straight into her mouth!

BaileeNicole simply leans back with wide, terrified eyes. Her chat is completely stunned, too; just over a million people are totally grossed out, weirdly turned on, and most of all quite a bit entertained by the sight.

The first part of BaileeNicole to unfreeze are her eyes, as they dart downward to the sensation of the rubbery goo sliding down her throat, gently cooling her warm gullet as it crawls down. She grabs her upper chest at the feeling. She takes a breath through her nose as her esophagus gurgles. She falls silent as the chat turns to concern. The speechless streamer interrupts the pregnant pause with an "oof."

Then, the fit begins.

The auto-captions read the noises coming from her mouth. "Wooowuhuh!" BaileeNicole's eyes are filled with confusion as she looks downwards. Her body jerks as the goo slides over the folds of her stomach walls. she grabs her belly, Her expression changing into a confused smile. "?????" the chat says to this.

Flubber pauses as it clings to her stomach lining, stopping her involuntary movements. It moves again, making BaileeNicole's torso sway with the slime's motion."OooOoOoaahah!" She fails to control the sounds coming out of her. The goo realizes it has her in its slimy control.

Flubber rings around her stomach, making poor BaileeNicole make hula hoop motions for the hundreds of thousands watching her. "Aeeyuhyuyoouahh!" from BaileeNicole is met with a resounding "😂😂😂😂😂" from her audience. The ingested slime audibly swirlies in her stomach juices and jumps and pumps and boings around the pink walls. All BaileeNicole can say is "Nyeeeuehauh!"

Flubber bouncing on BaileeNicole's stomach walls then slurps down into the opening of her intestines like water down a faucet, causing Bailee to wince and whimper. A beat of silence is followed  by a sound like jell-o being sucked through a straw. The goo's transit through her intestinal tract makes Bailee break into new moves. She claws and rubs at the blue spandex over her pelvis, as if pleading to the slime; to the chat it just looks like she's rubbing herself up.

BaileeNicole flubbed-up gut has her feeling absolutely full as the slime continues racing to the inevitable finish line. Our poor streamer is beet-red at the sight and sound of her sub count rising and rising, the chat absolutely eating up what a mess she is. Screenshots are taken and sent around, friends are telling friends, group chats are lit on fire, people at their jobs go into the bathroom to watch the world-famous streamer brought down to embarrassment by a hyperactive slimeball.

In a bid to gain a sense of modesty, BaileeNicole crosses her legs and pulls down the blue spandex of her zero suit over her pelvis. It's not easy through the crazy puppeteering of the invasive slime, but she tries her best to salvage her looks for the camera.

BaileeNicole catches a look at herself in the 4k monitor. Her blond ponytail is completely messy. Her lipgloss is smeared. Her mascara is running. Her zero suit, while still hugging her curves deliciously, is shifted about her body. Apart from her body, there isn't a thing BaileeNicole sees that isn't messed up in some way.

BaileeNicole meets her own eyes on the screen when she feels it reach the light at the end of her tunnel. Instantly her focus is taken to her asshole. Her eyes shoot wide open as she forces a Herculean strength to tighten.

BaileeNicole stands knees-bent as time slows down. She sees the chat. It explodes with all sorts of emojis and messages. She sees WheresOstwald speak up, but his name zooms up the screen and out of sight. The din of subscribes and donations is deafening. She sees the view count. 1.15M. Basically the whole world sees her like this. There will be no coming back from what is about to happen next.

BaileeNicole makes a face of pure strain. She feels her hole fatigue and fail. All she does next is shake her head, and take a deep breath, and say,

"Call— mommy..."

PWOCK!!!

Flubber breaks the sound barrier at the same time as her ass barrier as it bursts forth from BaileeNicole's defeated hole. The chat explodes from the sight, 😂😂😂ing through their utter disbelief. The slime bounces out a nearby window and into the night.

The sexy, messy, ruined, embarrassed BaileeNicole simply collapses into a heap on the carpet. Mouth full of drool, her eyes roll to the back of her head and she falls unconscious.

Most of Bailee's body is offscreen. Her ass is sticking up into the air. All the chat can see is Bailee's spandexed ass with a smoking hole ripped out of the back. One user simply types, "🌋."

[saqvobase]

Mesmerizer Live-Action Music Video Plan

So I guess you could say that I've been mesmerized by 32ki's Mesmerizer.

I've been infected with an idea so I must write it down before I forget or get bored of it.

I've been kicking around the idea of making a live-action version of the music video. I want it to use as many practical effects as possible and as little CGI as possible, ideally accompanied by a musical cover of the song by the actors.

Part 1: Costumes

Hatsune Miku

Luckily there are plenty of Miku wigs cosplay that can be bought.

I couldn't find an exact equivalent for the dress, but it seems like a fusion between a retro diner dress and a maid outfit. I think there's a golf visor on her head? We don't see the back of the character, but I'm pretty sure there's a big white bow. All that might need to be custom made.

The cuffs can be ordered on their own.

I didn't think that they made bow ties this big, but the color, angle and size all fit. (This goes on the visor)

For the socks, the best equivalent I found was something called 'slouch socks'

Shoes. Red with a white sole and yellow laces, and four wheels. Roller skates would be dangerous on a set. I'm tempted to just nail some painted wooden cylinders to the bottom of some Converse and treat it like platform boots.

Kasane Teto

Luckily there are plenty of Kasane Teto cosplay wigs that can be bought.

Luckily Teto's outfit is much simpler. White collar shirt under a blue pinstripe shirt with a dark gray tie and the same gold brushed nametag.

These pants are so bright, I can't believe they make them in this color. Matching red suspenders were easy to find

I found this pair of yellow cotton gloves, I think it is more likely to be this than rubber. They can be rolled up at the wrist to be more like the ones in the video. I just need to find a pair that is a more saturated yellow.

The hat is red, short, circular with a flat top, switch a small black brim. I couldn't find anything like it, perhaps another custom job.

The smily face pin on the other hand, is a dime a dozen.

Ribbed gray socks

and black loafers.

Miscellaneous

For the name tag, I found these cheap brushed gold plastic pins. It could be cool to etch their names on it.

For the starry-eyed parts, I found these contact lenses. The reviews say that you can still see through them pretty well so that's good. I couldn't find any that were 4 pointed stars.

For the mesmerized parts, I found some contact lenses that totally black out the eye, they are over $100 for a set though.

Part 2: Set

The non-moving backgrounds such as the stripes or water drops can be done traditionally.

The clouds and hills are another story though.

My idea of how to do is is a series of belts with the image on them controlled by a spinning rotor. The song will be recorded in studio, so the sound of the rotors wont affect the video.

Part 3: Effects

In-Camera Effects

A colored frame like this can be placed between the camera and the set. This frame can be moved back and forth as needed.

for the parts when the frames cross, the frame can be folded like this. At the point of crossing cut the footage. Swap the backgrounds, and resume filming.

The center spinner could be threaded through a hole in this frame, with a small gear system for perpendicular rotational transfer.

Special Effects

The confetti can be spread from above, either by a machine or a helper. The curtain of confetti should be after the colored frame, but before the set so that the actors don't get covered.

Conclusion

Finally, the brainworm has left my brain, and transferred to a written medium. I have no idea how much any of this would cost, but I estimate it is below $10,000.

If you have any questions or suggestions let me know!!!!!

[srasdoesthings]

[Friday 11:07 PM] - Tsukasa’s Room, Tenma Household:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

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“Hahaha, You fools! You have been led straight into my trap!” Chest puffed out, arms raised proudly, one to his chest and the other outstretched to the audience. Or, rather, where the audience would be. The act is dropped immediately, a look of frustration cast over him.

He could not do much in his room, not this late at night. This was the grand moment, the climax of this play and whisper-shouting was not doing it any justice.

He sighs and collapses on the bed. He should have started practicing early, but he had spent the late afternoon sleeping until dinnertime. (Though, it was wel;l-earned. School was finally over, so forgive him if he wanted to begin summer with a well-deserved break!) And after dinner was all his chores to finish, so Tsukasa did not have time to focus on practicing.

They’ve done this show multiple times before so he wasn’t all too worried about it, but he would have liked having a good practice run before the show tomorrow.

“Tsukasa-kun~” Oh yeah. How could he have forgotten?

He rolls over to where he had plugged in his phone. Miku’s small form greets him, projected from the screen. Her silly smile brightens further when his eyes land on her. “Hello! Was practice fun? Are you ready for a super duper fun show tomorrow?!”

He smiles tiredly. “Not really. I wasn’t able to practice much.”

“Too loud?”

“Don’t wanna wake anymore.”

Miku rocks back and forth with her heels, a soft pout on her lips. “Then! Why don’t you come practice in the Sekai? It’s Tsukasa-kun’s world, after all. Yours to mold and use~”

“Isn’t it our troupe’s now, though?” They all have made their mark on the Sekai. It can’t just be his.

“Hmm~ Maybe.” Miku flashes a grin. “But the most important person is Tsukasa-kun! This was all made for you, after all!” Tsukasa plays the [Untitled song] and melts into a flash of dissipating bright light.

Right. This world was born on that day, many many years ago. From a show, resounding applause, and the bright smile of his sister. Everything from the floating carousel, the flying train, and the large show tent, they were born from him, his desire to perform and bring smiles to his loved ones. To bring joy to the world.

The Sekai was an expression of this desire. So then, it was not selfish to use it for this goal, right?

This was to bring a smile to everyone.

Tsukasa walks hand in hand with Miku, practically dragged through his Sekai as he absently observes the world he’s created. From the fluffy living clouds, past the Giant Ferris wheel, they cross the Sekai to a flower field. A large meadow with singing flowers.

The flowers were usually more loud, cheery melodies filling the air. Not tonight though. The flowers hummed a soft, peaceful tune, and hearing it put the stirring feeling in Tsukasa’s chest to a simmer.

Calm.

He could not stop himself from falling to his knees and laying on the meadow.

“Hehe~ Silly Tsukasa-kun, weren't you supposed to be practicing?” Miku giggles behind him, but she too knees down. The virtual singer takes her place beside him bringing him to a cuddle he reciprocates. They look up to the sekai’s grand sky.

The sky was more lively at night, he thinks. Though, it could be the many many balloons being clearer when floating in the inky abyss. Aurora lights bounce off against them, creating a magnificent color show.

Even further from the balloons and the aurora lights were the stars. They were faint, lost in the sea of bright colorful lights, but they were there. Watching over them.

He reaches out for them, remembering doing the same many times with his troupemates and the thought fills him with warmth. Another hand joins his. Miku smiles at him. “Reach for the stars,” she grins goofily before mellowing to a serious tone. “”I know you all will reach them someday," An earnest belief in their dreams.

“Thank you, Miku.”

They lay there for a bit, looking up at the stars, the balloons and Aurora light’s dance of colors, the flying train’s blazing trail through the sky, thick puffs of smoke billowing after it. Simply basking in the Sekai’s magnitude. The singing Flower’s calming song resounds.

The wonderland Sekai is such a fun place. He truly wishes he could share this with the world.

And to do that- “Alright.” He pushes himself off the ground, vigor reignited. He needs to practice, even just a little bit. He needs to get it right for tomorrow.

Miku doesn’t get up, instead rolling to her stomach and watching him, amused. “Tsukasa-kun looks fired up~”

“Yes.” He closes his eyes and feels for the character. He could not relate to his character’s feeling of boredom, but he could understand their thirst for adventure. The want for an exciting life. And he needs to share that want with the audience.

He focuses on that need and thinks of it as his journey to being a star, into the unknown with his crew of wacky but lively troupe. There are ups and downs, and moments of absolute hilarity, and that’s what is important.

Being with them, laughing with them, and growing with them.

He opens his eyes and breathes out. With his audience keenly watching and his set of singing flowers, he recites his first line. “Haah, how boring…”

[rosesoflilac]

WELCOME TO THE ERAS TOUR!

summary: the eras tour comes to the devildom! how excited are they for the hottest show in town? pairing: demon brothers (excluding belphie and beel) x gn!reader, suggestive (asmo) a/n: hi my name is rose and ill be your host this evening :p this has been a long time coming.. :0 sorry for the puns. i will take any chance to relive the best night of my life. hope you enjoy I had a lot of fun thinking about the bros going to the eras tour bc they r just so silly. apologies for not including belphie and beel, i love them but not enough to write them </3

LUCIFER - evermore (ivy, marjorie, happiness).

-> Lucifer does not understand the hype around the eras tour. Loud and large events arent really his scene, but he goes to have this shared experience with you. He values its importance because you are so excited and he would do anything to keep you smiling at him like that.

-> Leading up to the concert, to get him excited you gift him some of her albums on vinyl that you'd think he enjoy. I think he would really love folklore and evermore because of their instrumentals. I also see him enjoying Lover songs. If he is less perceptive to listening to her albums, start playing piano-only versions of her music to lure him into discovering other parts of her discography.

-> As I mentioned before, Lucifer would prefer piano instrumentals, impressed that the meaning of the song is still conveyed without knowing the words. 

-> To make him less grumpy take him on a Taylor Swift mjuseum tour!! I think he would appreciate learning more about Taylor's life before connecting to her music. He also just loves a good tour.

MAMMON - reputation (i did something bad, dress, new years day).

-> Girl the amount of debt he owes to witches triples when he learns that you like taylor swift. prepared to be spoiled with taylor merch and lots of it. (he definitely has bets on what surprise songs she might play).

-> Mammon is more of an r&b kind of demon but I think he can still appreciates the different genres taylor has explored. 

->i can see him resonating a lot with fearless (golden color -> grimm/how it feels when you look at him), reputation bc what if one day he leans into the scumbag roll his brothers assigned him? it's also the love album of taylor swift albums.

->He'll “never” let you know his true feelings about Taylor but it's obvious he likes her because you do. Days leading up to the concert you hear him humming melodies of her songs- of course he'd learn the setlist for ya, he wouldn't embarrass you- himself by not knowin’ the words!

LEVIATHAN - 1989 (TV) (new romantics, how you get the girl, wildest dreams).

-> Let's be real, Levi bought you the tickets because he understands the hype and needing to see your favorite artist in person. Plus, you would do the same for him. However, he is super nervous about being in such a giant crowd. He goes back and forth about wanting to go- surely you’ll have a better time with someone else right? Give him plenty of reassurance that he is the one you want and all will be well!

-> Goes all out for the costumes. He makes the perfect couples costumes for you two to wear and you guys slay! It’s more song themed than you guys trying to look hot (think evermore tree)  At the show everyone is complimenting your fits- Levi gets embarrassed when you give him credit for the costume work.

-> Omg all his karaoke sessions instead of anime songs it's Taylor songs now. I see him being a 1989 girlie because of its high energy. Similar to Lucifer, I think if there are any anime rendition covers of her songs or any video games Taylor related he will love it lol. I'm picturing like Taylor Swift meets Hatsune Miku Colorful Stage.

-> Overall is so happy he went, is super impressed with the choreography and stages Taylor set up for her different eras. Congrats Taylor! A new swiftie has been obtained.

-> Omg side note- he definitely is able to get the rare merch (like the cardigans) and will wait all day for any contests/enter so many giveaways just for you.

SATAN - red (TV) (state of grace, better man, run)

-> I think Satan finds out about Taylor Swift before the Eras Tour was even a thing because of some cat themed merchandise of hers that you were wearing. Learning of her love for her cats gets an easy Satan stamp of approval.

-> Satan learns about her history and delves deep into her lore and how the entertainment industry works in the human world. He finds it fascinating that there are a lot of hollywood/entertainment industry mysteries. I can see him taking a particular interest in old Hollywood unsolved murder cases. 

-> As for his favorite album, I see Satan loving Red, the songs on that album have that fall study vibe and delve into more angstier emotions. I see him appreciating evermore and folklore as well for their storytelling ability.

-> At the concert, he is there to vibe with you but is on the chiller side. Will only consider dressing up if you really want him to do (and its cat related (see: the person who dressed up as Taylor’s character from cats))

ASMODEUS - midnights (maroon, bejeweled, vigilante shit)

-> Asmo is def going with you to spend time with you and for the vibes, he can’t turn down a good party! He feels a bit jealous with how excited you are, like he could do the Eras Tour right at home for you <3 Only during and after the show he understands your excitement; Taylor is gorgeous and ate her performance. His favorite sections were Lover and Vigilante Shit <3

-> Another incentive for Asmo to go is the promise that he can dress you up! Similar to Levi, he loves a good costume moment. However, he goes for the looks to kill approach instead of cosplaying different things in her songs or her previous outfits.

-> Asmo will learn most of her music but doesn’t really care about that- he’s there to see you look adorable and record you having the time of your life. He swears there isn’t anything more enchanting than when your favorite era begins. 

P.S. - the friendship bracelets with the brothers go hard. you make their own individual ones with their name and signature color

[parkingdumpy]

Angelica's Pathetic Blunt

Guys I am not a writer 😭😭 im sorry if this isn't the best but this scenario just needed to be written. Angie and KT are @allay2021 's OCs!!!

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"...Why is it so THIN?!" KT asked, exasperated and pondering Angelica's freshly rolled blunt. It was close to the thickness of a toothpick. It was dark out, around 11:00 pm, and the three of them stood on the porch outside the Caprae residence, gazing at the roll in wonder. Or rather, Terunosuke was trying his best to muffle his giggles, KT was laughing so hard she was crying, and Angelica looked as if she was about to murder the both of them.

"Uh, well... should we light it?"

"No, you idiot, we eat it. Of course you light it." Terunosuke remarked.

"Hey, leave me alone man, I've never done this before!" KT huffed as she pulled out a lighter from her pocket.

"...Why do you have that handy?" Angelica said as she glared at her.

"Emergencies." With a few clacks the flame burned bright, illuminating the three. KT hesitantly lighted it. A few beats pass of her just staring at the toothpick-like blunt.

Terunosuke gives her a look, eyebrows furrowed. "...Well don't just stand there. Hit it." She raises it to her lips and breathes in. She starts coughing immediately, passing it to Teru. I don't know how weed works but I'm assuming that they hit it until it runs out 💀. It's a pathetic blunt rotation.

KT takes a seat on a lawn chair. She doesn't feel so good, her head hurts and her vision is busy. It's almost as if the saturation on the world has been increased. Everything is bright and complicated and overwhelming.

She passes out for a grand total of a minute and wakes up to see a very abstract terunosuke shaking her by the shoulders, almost resembling his appearance on the cover while he was a book.

"KT, please, it was almost a negative amount of weed it was so thin. You can't already be hallucinating, right?" She stares at him in response, answering his question.

Great, he thinks, it's already gone to shit. Maybe it's the placebo effect...am I the only one not being affected by this miniscule amount of weed? Wait. Where's Angelica...?

He glances back at the house thinking that she went back inside when a light on the roof catches his eye.

Angelica was on the roof. Holding a lighter. Swaying it back and forth as one would with a phone with the flash on at a concert.

His heart dropped into his metaphorical balls. What the fuck was going on.

"Angelica... how did you get up there... what are you doing??" She glared at him in response. Reluctantly, Terunosuke uses his stand to pull himself onto the roof.

He takes a seat next to her. She doesn't acknowledge his presence, eyes focused on the lighter. He stares, worried.

Angelica suddenly stood up with her eyebrows furrowed. "Oh my god shut the fuck up. Shut up. Everyone shut up. SHUT UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP."

"..."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP. BE QUIET SHUT UP. SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH. SHUT THE FUCK UP."

"..."

"..."

"...No one said anything??" Terunosuke points out, exasperated.

"Listen, Angie, I get it, you're frustrated. You wanna play splatoon with me?" KT asks from her lawn chair on the ground. Angelica nods and uses Mea Culpa to get down.

Terunosuke joins them on the lawn and watches as they play. Angelica has convinced herself that she's actually in the game, and KT is terrified of every other player, playing so much more cautiously than normal. Every few minutes she'll ask Terunosuke something about the game she definitely knows the answer to, and every time she replies "Damn, that's crazy."

"...sleepy." Angie says, finally breaking her silence after 30 minutes. She gets up and heads towards the door immediately. KT and Terunosuke look at eachother, shug, and follow her. When they reach her, she's covered in blankets and clutching onto KT's enormous Miku plush for dear life. The other two wordlessly agree to join her. Terunosuke wonders why such little weed set them off like this.

"I wish I was a squid."

What the hell did she put in that blunt.

[sleeperswakewriting]

Rivetra mafia AU ??

I hope it’s okay I changed it up a bit! I have a canonverse AU based on the Way of the House Husband where Levi is still an underground criminal and Petra is an MP who finds him and nurses him back to health (like Tatsu and Miku in WoTHH)

Petra was on night duty when she found him. Bloody, battered, and barely alive, he was shirtless and the scars and tattoos that lined his back were just visible in the moonlight. It wasn’t uncommon for folks from the underground to try and venture above, hence why she was on guard duty for the night at the entrance, but it had been relatively quiet until she heard a groan from the area. 

He was short, and his hair was stuck to his forehead as sweat dripped down his face. Shaking, his eyes were closed until she approached him, hand on the hilt of her gun as she stepped closer. 

“Do you have papers to be above ground, sir?” She asked, squinting from the small amount of light that was available to her. The man moved and winced, and she put her gun back as soon as she saw the damage. He looked like he was on death’s door, face pale and his eyes barely had any luster as he coughed up blood. 

“Just wanna....see the stars one last time,” he murmured, slumping over and Petra ran to catch him, grabbing his arm to hoist it around her neck as she supported him. 

Nervously looking around her, Petra glanced back and forth as she decided that she was not going to let this man die tonight. Underground or not, he was in pain, and if no doctor was going to treat him, she would do it herself even though she had limited medical knowledge. 

The man groaned as she did her best to carry him--he was heavy despite his wiry frame, and she could feel his hard muscles as she balanced both his arms across her back. 

As a seasoned MP, she had her own apartment within Sina, small and a one bedroom, but it was private enough as she hurriedly carried him up the stairs, hoping that there wouldn’t be a trail of blood leading to her place. Kicking the door open, Petra hoisted him to the side and did her best to gently put him on her bed, but he groaned as he made contact with the wooden frame. 

“I’m going to clean your wounds and fetch you some medicine,” she ordered, ripping apart some spare clothes to dab his cuts. The man grunted, going delirious again, and Petra filled up her water bucket to wash his gashes. 

She couldn’t help but admire his body now that they were in the low light of her apartment; he was well toned and rows of abdomen lined his stomach. A large back tattoo of a phoenix was blazed between his shoulder blades and she sucked in a breath at the various cuts and scratches.

Feeling satisfied with cleaning his wounds, Petra opened her medicine cabinet and found the small bottle of morphine that was left over from when she was injured a few months ago. She knew she should have given it back, but she wanted to keep it in case of emergencies--which this was, and she held his jaw open and deposited the concoction into his mouth. 

He coughed and groaned, but Petra ran her fingers through his inky stands and soothed him. “Do you have a name?” She asked, pulling the blanket over his back and he rolled onto his side and murmured, “Just Levi,” before drifting off into sleep. 

Petra smiled, hoping that he was feeling better and she moved to gather her spare blankets and pillow from the cabinet, making a small sleeping space on her bedroom floor next to him. Noting the oil lamp, she turned it down and gazed at Levi one last time before she made herself comfortable. 

Petra awoke to Levi moaning, and she immediately got up, moving to check on him. He was covered in a sheen of sweat and as she touched her hand to his forehead, he blinked his eyes flickered open and grabbed her wrist. Bleary eyed, he pulled her down for a kiss and Petra yelped, confused but not unwelcome from the handsome stranger. 

Immediately, he fell back onto the bed, releasing her wrist and Petra giggled. Must be the morphine. 

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[alolanrain]

More on Eric Kingler and the league. (This is super long and I’m sorry i can’t put a read more since I have no computer)

Unlike his League who mostly have separated teams for their gyms and personal use, his team is used for both!

His starter is a shiny Eevee, named Miku and the only named Pokémon on his team, followed closely by his Goodra. Both being seen as his starter since he caught Goodra as a Goomy the same day he got Miku. His home town is Sherdee and the forest, Bikwood, is where he also captured his Dreepy which is now a Dragapult. The rest of his team is Blissey, his Grandma’s starter his Aunt gave him after winning the Champion title and also replaced his Braviary who quickly died of Pokémon specific cancer, Sawsbuck and Drampa.

Eric Kingler team: Miku (Gigantamax/Eevium Z), Goodra, Dragapult (Dynamax), Blissey, Sawsbuck, Drampa (Dynamax/Dragon Zcrystal)

Unlike most league members who have the option to Dynamax and or use different zcrystals with different Pokémon but don’t, Eric regularly trades out who does what on his team. Though he does tend to lean towards Miku but has the advantage on non-verbal signals during fights, Vincent taught him that, Eric is actively trying to catch himself and change that.

Sherdee is placed more in the lush side of Mount Vince, though not as close to the base of said mountain like Snow Cap who circle completely around the mountain in a very weird circle shaped town with parts. Winery’s, farmland, and general green rolling hills cover most of Sherdee’s north side while the south side is more population dense. East side is more lush wood dense, think more of Cali’s red oaks then anything, where most of the dark and poison typing mingle. The west side, towards New Loc, is a thinner more wet type of bog land where water and grass thrive. This is where Kalos is receiving most of the helping Pokémon through the trade.

Despite the extremely popular wineries and being the Champions home town, Sherdee is not that populated like New Loc or even Benene on the other side of the mountain. Filled with drillers and generally older people. The west side of Mount. Vince is just generally where older people move to go retire and live. The lush shady and green land is much more gentle then the harsh dry lands of the east side. Salond is the only town thats mostly filled of young adults and trainers. And having the second and last gym on the League docket especially helps.

Though Jackson is usually found in Lily’s gym, to the point it’s basically his gym mission to come drag him from his friends gym back to his, and prefers the quiet Sherdee brings. It’s also where he mostly gets his dispensed weed and other things of that nature. The poison gym is based around the more populated zone of Sherdee, south east to be exact where the majority of poison and dark type live. Vincent Ghoul, heavily named after the mountain, is the dark gym leader and also a pretty sick dude and his gym is based in the north west despite a lot of dark types don’t naturally live there. Despite his only communication being signing since he’s selectively mute, which Jackson lords over everyone else because he’s the only one that can keep up with Vincent, he’s a very social person. A big contrast against other dark type trainers who are cut off and cold.

He’s Eric and Jackson’s collective second rival and met them at the second gym, the electric one, in Soland. The gym leader, General Chad Manley, was screaming directly in Vincent’s face. Jackson was the first to move to confront the retired General but it was Eric who silently beat down the man in a one on one battle with his personal Toxtricity (Amped Form) with Miku. The issue clearly came to the light when Chad refused to give Eric and Vincent the Shock Badge on the fact that he refused to believe they both fairly beaten the man. Making them call in the nearest Officer Jenny who had to inform the league, it took half a month of precious time and a very public event of one of the chairmen threatening to terminate the general to get their badge. Jackson actually got his as a consolation for waiting and unable to battle. Making him feel he was inferior to Vincent and Eric and making their three way rivalry very wobbly with the other two trying their best to restore faith in their friend.

He makes it his mission to somehow becomes Chad’s boss in some way and now he’s sitting as the strongest gym leader of Orago and Chad’s boss. Despite also being the forth strongest gym, Vincent is very much on par with both Jackson and Eric. Having grown with the boys he just chooses to stay where he’s at. Because it didn’t matter if he was the forth weakest or the second strongest, he would still be placed in Sherdee, and being the forth gym means he gets to meet a lot more trainers. Vincent is also one of the only gym leaders to rarely use his Zoroark, his very beloved starter, in official battles. Opting to keep her out most of the time unless a really strong trainer comes through.

Unlike Galar, and now recently Alola, Orago does have an Elite section. Though its not an Elite four but an Elite three. It’s taking into account that instead of eight gyms there’s nine in the region. It’s a debate that Eric and Jackson have constantly as well. Jackson doesn’t want to become an Elite four for many reasons, the main one being that if he’s moved to the same building the other three and Eric are constantly at Jackson cannot give Eric a safe place to come and hide in when things get to much for the stoic man along with the ability of his gym being a bunker if the two Team’s gain serious ground against Eric. The second one being that he’d have a shit ton more paperwork and thats not flying by him at all. Eric’s side is that they can spend more time together, it’s unspoken between the pair but Jackson can easily tell the mans non-verbal point, and Jackson doesn’t have to switch teams which he hates doing.

It doesn’t cause any stress on the League as a whole but it can get annoying for out-of-Region trainers who travel to take part who naturally assume there’s just eight and the badge holder just has an extra slot just in case. Only to go and sign up only to realize there’s an extra gym that they miss and now can’t participate in the last conference, which is mockingly called the Wine Conference from how much Eric and the head Chairwomen drink just to stay on the line of sanity.

Lily comes in much later, once Eric works Jackson into the bug Gym and Vincent into the dark gym, she comes takes over the poison gym. Unlike older and more traditional Regions like Kanto and Hoenn who usually give their position to the next of kin, Orago has a rule that you strictly cannot do that in any sense. Also that gym ladder positions will change constantly, like each gym is in a different spot almost every year, the only constant ones are Vincent, Lily, and Jackson because they know their strength and weakness to keep their ladder position the same.

Water and Rock usually change the most due to their type difference, Electric very rarely moves and if it does it goes down, and this system has caused the League to hand out maps to every trainer with that years ladder. Ghost and Ice are the second most popular to move but unlike every years its every three years like clock work. The Ice Gym Leader is unable to properly work out her team, being wheelchair bound and unable to properly track through the snow, so it usually fluctuates from the lack of trainers. Cadenza Flicker, the Ghost gym leader, has no problem with the situation at hand. Unlike the others who hate having to constantly switch.

Cadenza Flicker and Mini Tooks are not best friends but their close. Unable to see each other as often as they wish since Mini is again wheelchair bound and unable to travel through thick snow like other trainers and Cadenza’s large flame burns that cover a majority of her body keep her from staying in the snow for long. Though, once the summer arrives and the majority of the snow melts, Cadenza moves her team up to Mini’s gym to keep the girl company until fall comes around.

[merppppppppppppppppp]

Neighbors

Chap.5 Good Enough to Eat

(Hawks x Miku x Bakugo)

Hours later, Keigo dug his hands into his jean pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels as he waited for Miku to open the door.

When she finally did, she greeted him with a bright smile, her wings fluttering slightly in excitement.

“Hey you,” she smiled.

“Hey, beautiful.” Keigo grinned back.

“Come on in. Dinner’s almost ready!” She announced, leading him inside.

As he followed behind her, Keigo’s eyes slid down Miku’s curves until they landed her fat ass.

“I bet it’s delicious.” He hummed.

Miku cast a glance over her shoulder, causing Keigo to reluctantly snap his gaze back up.

“Hopefully it lives up to your standards.” She replied, gesturing for him to sit at the bar.

She leaned over to peek at whatever was in the oven, giving Keigo a full view of the ivory wings, fat ass, and shapely thighs he’d been admiring a minute ago.

He stroked his chin. “As good as it looks, there might not be any left for that lucky man of yours once I’m done.”

“Well, Katsuki won’t be home until late,” Miku replied absentmindedly. She pulled the main course out of the oven and sat it on the counter before him. “Besides, this is your dinner. Eat as much as you want.”

Keigo bit his lip, letting out a throaty moan that made Miku’s pussy quiver.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Angel.” He winked.

“I’ll um, I’ll fix you a plate.” Miku offered. “I made roast chicken and jollof rice.”

“A woman after my own heart. Thank you, Angel.”

She prepared two plates for them, while Keigo watched with a lazy smile. As he followed her movements, His eyes wandered to a USB at the end of the counter.

“What’s that?”

“Hmm?” Het gaze followed Keigo’s “Oh, some new tracks I just laid down. They’re still pretty rough though.”

“Can I hear em?”

“Sure. Let’s go to the living room.”

Passing him his plate, Miku grabbed the USB from him and headed for the huge speaker system that dominated the corner of the lofty living room. The track kicked off with horns blaring from the speakers.

Keigo settled into the couch, bopping his head to the beat.

Miku poured them both a glass of wine and settled beside him, curling her legs beneath her.

Take my hand

Come to the back

Follow me

I’ll take the lead baby(x2)

I’m what you need

Some stress relief

I’ll do for you

What she won’t do baby(x2)

And if the timing’s right,

I’ll keep you up all night.

The song got progressively more suggestive, and Miku hummed along, seemingly satisfied with the low key freak em joint.

Keigo was vibing right along with her.

“What things will you do that she won’t?” Be quizzed, inclining his head.

Miku chuckled into her wine. “Depends...”

“On?”

“On how creative you are.” She cut her eyes at him playfully.

“Ohhh you nasty nasty, huh?” He drawled with a slick smirk. “Gotta watch out for you.”

“Nahhh. I don’t bite,” Miku laughed. “Unless I’m provoked that is.”

“Mhmm. So, she’s talented, beautiful, an implied freak, and a good cook.” Keigo said, ticking off items on an imaginary list.

“What, are you doing research or something?” The dark skinned beauty joked.

“Just getting to know my new neighbor,” he shrugged. “Any flaws I should look out for so I’m not too surprised when I see them?”

“Oh, plenty.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“That’s your mistake.”

“Unlike you, Angel, I am flawed.”

“Are you? Cuz from what I can gather, you’re young, successful, hot—“

“Funny, an amazing lover, fiscally responsible-“ Keigo added on, playfully.

Miku rolled her eyes with a chuckle. “Sooo, what’s the catch?”

“Why’s there gotta be a catch?” Keigo laughed.

“Trust me, Hawks, with guys like you? There’s always a catch.” She scoffed.

“See, that’s the problem with you women—“

“Um, excuse you sir,” she rolled her neck slightly, “us women.”

“Let me finish, Angel,” he held up a palm with a chuckle, “y’all meet a great guy and end up thinkin’ he’s too good to be true.“

“Uh, cuz he usually is,” Miku snapped back. “That’s how you men—since you wanna bring gender into the equation—get us. Y’all put up this front of being soooo great, get comfortable in a relationship, then BAM, the lies come out.”

“Sounds like someone’s projectiiing.” The blonde sang playfully.

“I’m not projecting,” Miku raised her glass. “Merely stating the facts.”

“Tch. Alright then, Little Miss Lorax,” he snorted, sitting his wine down on the coffee table before leaning back into the cushions. “Since you speak for the trees and shit, how bout this; you get to ask me five questions. See if I lie.”

“Hawks, I’m pretty sure you’ve probably been trained in, like, espionage or something. How the hell am I supposed to tell if you’re lying?”

“Give me your hand.”

Quirking a brow, Miku did as she was told. He ran his calloused fingers over her own unblemished digits, slowly, holding her gaze.

Jesus this man has some serious bedroom eyes

“When people lie, their heart rate picks up even if it’s ever so slightly.”

He slid her hand beneath his shirt and guided it slowly up along his abs until her soft fingers were pressed against his hard pecs.

“Try it out. Ask me something.”

“Ahh,” Miku croaked. She cleared her dry throat. “Um. Do you have siblings?”

“Yes.”

His heart raced slightly.

“Huh.” Miku hummed, thoughtfully.

“See? Now, five questions.”

“Why do you only go by Hawks?”

“The name was given to me.”

True.

“What’s your real name?”

“Takami Keigo.”

True.

“Why did you decide to stay in Tokyo?”

“You.”

His heart was steady. If possible, Miku’s mouth went even drier.

“Hawks, I have a boyfriend.” She replied, quietly.

“And?”

“And that’s...inappropriate.”

“It’s inappropriate to want you?” He raised a brow.

“I...” she paused, trying to straighten out her thoughts into something coherent. “I mean—“

“I told you I wouldn’t lie to you, Angel.”

He slid his own hand up his shirt to grab hers, gently pulling it back out. Miku shifted on the couch, trying to find relief for what was happening between her legs.

“Hawks, I’m not that kind of girl.”

“What kind of girl?”

“The kind that goes behind my man’s back with another guy.”

“Did I say you were?”

“No, but—“

“Did I ask you to?”

“No, but...I mean,” she shook her head, confused. “Why would you say that?”

“‘Cuz you asked for the truth and I’m giving it to you.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that, Hawks.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Hawks, you don’t even know me. How can you claim to want me?”

“Miku,” he gave her an almost patronizing soft smile. “You’re beautiful, kind, and fun to be around. I don’t need a fucking horoscope and your blood type to figure out what a catch you are.”

Keigo slid closer to her, loving the way her heart fluttered—the way her breathing shallowed. He could only imagine the vibrations she would give off when he finally fucked her.

“Hawks, Katsu and I...”

“Miku, look, I respect you and Bakugo’s relationship, contrary to how it may seem. I only told you the truth about how I feel because you asked. Now, you don’t have to do anything with that information, and you certainly don’t owe me anything. If you just wanna be friends or neighbors, then I can accept that.” He slid even closer to her, running his fingers along her soft feathers. “But of He ever stops making you happy—if there’s ever anything he can’t provide—I’m here. I’ll give it to you.” He ghosted his fingers along her jaw, she granted him a coo in response.

Keigo smiled. Miku’s cheeks burned. He drew back, and pushed himself off the couch.

“I’m bout to head out,” he smiled down at her. “Think about what I said, ok?”

Miku nodded, wordlessly.

Hawks leaned down until his blonde bangs kissed her forehead, holding her gaze.

“Thanks for dinner, Angel,” he tapped her nose. “I owe you.”

On that note, he showed himself out.

(The song Miku’s song was based on)

[morbidcorvids]

I just read ur halloween fic!! And it's adorable!! Can I also request a prompt? This is their highschool years btw and its about Hizashi, Shouta, Oboro, Nemuri, Kan and Tensei having a halloween party and also having a contest on who could have the best costumes! And the two winners would be going on a date. This was set up by Nemuri, Oboro, Kan and Tensei cause they know that Shouta and Hizashi had been dancing around each other for a few years and they wanted to help. So yeah XD Hizashi goes as Hatsune Miku! Which as he likes to call it, Present Miku! XD

Happy Halloween! I’m sorry this took *forever*, but it became much longer than anticipated. I loved the whole idea of Present Miku! Hope you enjoy!

Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes!

Title: Present Miku

If only he had put a bit more effort into his costume, his friend Kan wouldn’t have felt as personally offended. 

“You know, you could have at least bought one from the dollar store instead of wearing your black curtains as a cape,” Kan remarked, crossing his arms. 

Shouta shrugged as he sat down next to Oboro, “I wasn’t going to come in a costume, but Nemuri warned me that if I didn’t dress up then she would make a scene on my birthday.” 

“What type of scene?” Oboro asked, getting comfortable on the couch as he opened his tenth candy wrapper for the night. 

“She didn’t specify, but honestly, I‘d rather not know,” Shouta responded, laying back on the couch as he gestured for Oboro to grab him a candy from the bowl. 

Even if it wasn’t his original idea to attend the party, he had to admit, Tensei’s house was pretty impressive. From the moment he stepped onto the front gates, Shouta felt out of place with his cheap cape and DIY fangs. As the gates opened, he could see the massive garden filled with colorful plants and fancy statues. There was even a mini pond with lily pads that ran probably the bluest water Shouta had ever seen. 

As he approached the huge double doors, Tensei was already waiting for him with that flashy smile that captivated everyone in class 1-A. With the best grades in the class, and being a descendant from a family of heroes, it was no wonder he became the president of 1-A. 

When Shouta first arrived at class 1-A after transferring from General Studies, he hadn’t expected such a warm welcome from the president. The one from General Studies displayed a high ego and God complex that was unbearable most of the time. Tensei let Shouta feel included the second he entered his new classroom, and introduced him to Hizashi and Oboro - his current two best friends. 

As Tensei let him inside the house, he was greeted by an ecstatic Nemuri, who was wearing a scantily clad Poison Ivy costume. Already seeing Tensei’s detailed costume of Link from Legend of Zelda and the custom made Poison Ivy outfit from Nemuri made Shouta feel like the odd one out with his poor excuse of a costume. It didn’t help immediately getting berated by Kan for “not putting effort into his Dracula costume”. Though he had to admit; he completely forgot about Kan’s attendance and how...insensitive it would be to come with a poorly done Dracula outfit. Kan’s family, who all have similar quirks that deal with blood, practically venerate the Draculian lore. 

Kan was dressed as a chef, claiming the film Ratatouille inspired him. Shouta just rolled his eyes at the explanation and walked towards the living room. His eyes scanned the enormous living room, finding Oboro sitting down on a couch that probably cost more than his parent’s apartment. 

He currently sat on that same couch, waiting for the last person to arrive. He sighed as Oboro’s white wings hit him in the face again for the fifth time. His friend opted to dress as an angel, and his explanation was even worse than Kan’s. 

“Well, for one, I am an angel. Two, I am really feeling like acting as Cupid today,” Oboro stated, fluttering his eyes as he smiled at Shouta. 

Shouta groaned, “are you sure it isn’t an excuse to use your clouds as a substitute for pants?” 

Oboro cackled as he handed Shouta a piece of chocolate. They began talking with Kan about the scariest experiences they had with the supposed supernatural. Kan was in the middle of explaining the footsteps he used to hear walking back and forth on his apartment’s hallway at 3 in the morning when the lights were suddenly turned off. 

Shouta looked at Oboro in confusion, who stared back at him with the same puzzlement. Rays of lights invaded the room as a certain pop song blared through the speakers. Shouta winced as he covered his ears. The loud music sort of reminded him of someone…

Tensei appeared from the entrance of the living room, looking unfazed. He turned on the microphone he was holding, which let out an unpleasant howling noise. Tensei smiled apologetically, and sighed before using the microphone to speak. 

“People of Halloweentown, get ready for the greatest pop star of our generation. Please receive the wondrous, fantastic, fabulous, talented, and amazing: Present Miku!” 

Nemuri released a giant confetti cannon, which sprinkled all across the room - blinding Shouta. Of course, Shouta thought, Hizashi would be one for dramatic entrances. 

Hizashi suddenly appeared with a microphone on his hands, and began lip-syncing to the song that was still playing from the speakers. Kan leaned towards Shouta and Oboro as he covered his ears. 

“What song is this?!” He yelled, yet Shouta could barely hear him as the song blasted through their ears. Oboro laughed hysterically as he moved to the beat of the song. 

“It’s a Hatsune Miku song!” Oboro replied, “I think it is called ‘Desert Wolf’!” 

“Is it the vocaloid girl he is obsessed about?” Shouta asked. His ears finally adjusted to the loudness that invaded the room. Someone would have believed he was prepared to be bombarded with sound, considering he was friends with Hizashi, the classmate with a Voice quirk. 

Oboro smiled widely. “What do you think?” he said, pointing at Hizashi. 

A long teal hair tied in pigtails adorned Hizashi’s head, falling to his hips. He wore a grey shirt that traced his waist with a black skirt. Shouta’s eyes lingered towards the bottom, where Hizashi posed with thigh high boots. 

Shouta had to admit, Hizashi looked really nice. 

It was clear that out of everyone here, especially Shouta, Hizashi put the most effort into his costume. He even had the clothing piece on his arms glow a color similar to turquoise. His tie had his name ‘Present Miku’ engraved on the top, with small pins of Hatsune Miku attached. 

Shouta caught Nemuri glancing at him, wiggling her eyebrows. He couldn’t help the slight blush that crept on his face as he looked away. 

The song soon ended, and Hizashi bowed, receiving applause from his friends. Oboro and Nemuri clapped loud and sincere, while Shouta and Kan clapped rather unenthusiastically. 

Hizashi proceeded to plop down in between Oboro and Shouta, putting his arms around them as he hugged them tightly. 

“Happy Halloween you two!” He exclaimed, flashing his brightest grin. 

“Took you long enough to arrive,” Shouta grumbled, leaning towards Hizashi’s embrace. He’s used to Hizashi’s shoulder being his personal pillow as he took a quick nap. 

He didn’t notice the way Oboro and Kan exchanged knowing looks to one another. They looked back to Nemuri, who nodded once in agreement. She approached the center of the room - heels clanking loudly. 

“As you know, there was supposed to be a costume contest,” she reminded, looking at Shouta with those disapproving eyes again. 

“The two people who win will get to go on a ‘fake’ date inside that door,” Nemuri explained, pointing her fingers at the closed white double doors at the right side of the room. 

“Tensei decorated it so that it may seem as authentic as possible.” 

“Authentic to what?” Shouta asked with his eyes closed, still leaning on Hizashi. 

“To a date, Shouta,” Nemuri replied with a smug smile, “so let’s start with the first lucky winner!” 

“Why do we need to do this now?” Shouta complained, “and also, don’t you think it is weird to make two people go on a forced date?” 

“Shut up, Shouta,” Nemuri scolded, being one of the few people that isn’t afraid to argue with him. His intimidating look might work on his classmates, but his upperclassmen friend isn’t threatened by those judging eyes. 

“Alright, remember not to vote for yourself!” Nemuri added, “pick a paper and once you write down your pick, just place it on this bowl.” 

She gleefully walked towards Tensei and sat next to him, writing down a name with her personal calligraphy pen. Shouta sighed as Hizashi passed him a piece of paper and pen. Might as well get this over with. 

He stared at the paper for a moment, remembering the details of everyone’s costumes. He didn’t even know why he was analyzing the costumes when he already knew the answer. 

He carefully wrote Hizashi’s name, tracing back the letters as he finished. He rarely got to write his friend’s name, yet it felt so familiar to him. 

He placed his paper into the bowl, and leaned back on the couch as he waited for the last person to cast their vote. Once Kan, the last one to vote, slipped his paper into the bowl, Tensei grabbed it and started counting. 

As they waited, Hizashi was acting as the DJ for the party, though it mostly consisted of Hatsune Miku songs. Shouta stood up once to grab a piece of pigs in a blanket. As he ate the small party appetizer, he sneaked a peek at Hizashi, who was dancing to the music with Nemuri. Shouta never knew Hizashi was talented at moving his hips. His heartbeat began quickening-

“I have counted the votes!” Tensei announced, beaming in front of his friends. 

“The winner is…” he began, and Oboro began tapping the table to mimic drums. 

“Present Miku!” 

Hizashi squealed, jumping up and down with Nemuri. 

“Can’t wait to see who will be my date!” 

“I feel like I know who,” Nemuri answered, looking straight at Shouta as she winked. What was she trying to say?

“Let’s not waste time and pick the second winner!” Nemuri sang, already picking up her piece of paper. 

“Wow, someone is excited,” Shouta joked in his deadpanned time. Nemuri stuck her tongue out at him before handing him another piece of paper. Shouta sighed again, but this time louder than before. 

Hizashi was busy talking to Oboro to notice Shouta next to him. Shouta wasn’t listening to their conversation - too busy thinking on who he would pick. I mean, it isn’t a hard choice. Just pick the second best costume. 

Still, there was something impeding him from writing another name. He knew it was just a stupid date that meant nothing other than a way for his friends to tease the ones that got chosen. 

Whoever got chosen meant they were going on a “date” with Hizashi. Shouta couldn’t explain why he felt an aching in his heart as he thought about it. 

He brushed off his thoughts and wrote Kan as his answer. He didn’t know why he chose Kan, since he was sure everyone would probably pick Tensei. The speedster definitely had the second best costume at the party.

Maybe it was the thought of seeing Hizashi and Tensei having a happy date at the other side of the room that swayed his decision. He knew Hizashi wasn’t interested in Kan, especially after that time Kan told him about the pet tarantula he used to have as a kid. 

Tensei, on the other hand, always seemed to make Hizashi smile with his stories about his baby brother Iida. 

Shouta could never make Hizashi smile the same way. 

Shouta felt someone flick a finger on his forehead, bringing him back to Earth. He turned to see Hizashi smiling fondly at him. 

“Shouta, are you done?” Oboro whined, “I want to know the next winner!”

Shouta hadn’t realized he was the last one left to place his vote. He quickly stood up and dropped his paper into the bowl as he ignored everyone’s stares. 

“Are you ready to know who your date is?” Nemuri teased Hizashi. The blonde man simply raised his thumb in excitement as he jumped up and down his seat. 

Tensei didn’t take long to count votes, considering there were only six of them. Shouta just sat there, wondering how Tensei felt about receiving most of the votes. He knew he wasn’t going to win, so why did he keep feeling this pain on his chest? 

“Guys, the final vote has been determined!” Tensei announced, standing up from his chair. Shouta briefly caught Nemuri giggling with Oboro and Kan giving a nod of approval to Tensei. 

Now that Shouta thought about it - the four had been acting very suspicious throughout the night. 

“And the winner is,” Tensei started, gesturing for Oboro to do his dramatic drums. 

“Dracula!” 

Everyone in the room cheered, except for two people. Shouta didn’t know how to process what had just happened. He just gazed at Hizashi, who was noticeably pale. 

He was probably expecting someone else. 

“I can’t believe my two best friends won!” Oboro shouted, “don’t try to have too much fun inside there. Got it?”

Shouta noticed Tensei helping Hizashi towards the other room. He noticed the loud hero unusually quiet - blindly following the blue-haired man. His vision was obstructed by Nemuri standing in front of him with a deceiving smile on her lips. 

“Are you ready, big boy?” 

“Nemuri, I don’t know what is going on but this was definitely a set-up,” Shouta blurted, “and I don’t like it one bit.”

“Sure you don’t, grumpy cat,” she replied, “c’mon, your date is waiting.” 

Before he knew it, Nemuri shoved him inside a dining room. The table only contained two chairs and was decorated with a white tablecloth and a rose in the middle. The plates already had a small meal, which included a portion of lobster. 

Hizashi was sitting down, looking back at Shouta with an apologetic smile. 

“I’m sorry they put you through this,” Hizashi said, “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” 

“It’s fine,” Shouta answered a little too quickly. He was still shocked over the obvious setup from his friends. Why would they want him and Hizashi to go on a date?

Did they realize his feelings for Hizashi? Was this a cruel plan to get his feelings rejected by his crush? 

He ignored his thoughts and sat down on the empty chair. The two stayed quiet for a long moment, nervous to even stare at each other. 

Shouta broke the silence, “I don’t know why they chose me. I had the worst costume out of all of us.” 

“I think you look cute!” Hizashi blurted out, blushing deeply as he realized what he said. Shouta’s cheeks also turned into that dreaded crimson color. 

“Shouta…” Hizashi began, hesitance in his voice. The ravenette focused back on Hizashi, trying his best to compose his pumping heartbeat. 

“I guess I feel a bit more confident in this outfit, but I just wanted to say…” Hizashi continued, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Hizashi just say it,” Shouta ordered, eyes fixated on Hizashi. 

“I like you, Shouta!” Hizashi exclaimed, covering his mouth with both hands after he finished. 

Shouta’s eyes widened at the revelation. His mouth dropped open in shock and the room grew dead silent. Both lay eyes on one another; fear of uncertainty emanating from both of them. Shouta lowered his arms, trembling as he grasped for his utensil. 

“I- I like you too, Hizashi,” Shouta confessed, staring down at his plate. 

“You- you do?” Hizashi cautiously asked, thinking he heard wrong. The silent teenager liked the loud one? Oh, the irony that is love. 

Shouta nodded slowly, playing with his fork. He was surprised when Hizashi began to giggle loudly. 

“I think I should take you on a real date!” Hizashi proclaimed with excitement. Shouta chuckled lightly, still a bit timid over the whole ordeal. 

Shouta was never one to celebrate Halloween, but this year’s would definitely be unforgettable. He was celebrating it with his closest friends. His only friends. 

But best of all, he was spending it with Present Miku - the best pop star in the world. 

“So what do you say?” Hizashi asked eagerly, awaiting Shouta’s answer.

Shouta just beamed at Hizashi - showing off his DIY fangs. 

“I think I’ll like that.” 

[djddueces]

An Idol in Teal Chapter 2

JUST FINISHED. Hope you guys like! Feedback is appreciated please. 

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SAPPORO: September 2006

The sun shone bright through the girl’s bedroom, illuminating the whole room. Deep in her slumber, the sun’s rays did not faze her. She was sleeping silently. Her light blue bangs covered her eyes, and her long pigtails fell behind her to the floor. Suddenly, a loud noise startled the girl and she sat up, panicked.

“HUH? WHAT? WHO’S THERE? INTRUDER ALERT!!” she screamed as she threw her plushies at her door.

“Are you done making a ruckus or do I need to come in there?” The woman behind the door seemed angry, and the girl did not want to piss her off.

“Come in mom…..” She groaned. The doorknob made a clicking noise as it turned, and appearing in the doorway was a woman. She had short baby blue hair and turquoise eyes. She was wearing a business dress and had a briefcase in her hand. She glanced at the girl sitting in the bed.

“Seriously Miku, I must have called you a million times. You have school today. I mean, you’re 15 years old, I shouldn’t have to wake you up anymore.” Miku scratched her head and laughed nervously.

“Heh heh, I know, I know, but you know I do need my beauty sleep. It’s what keeps me so flawless.”

“If you were so flawless, you wouldn’t have failed math and had to take make up classes in summer school, now would you,” her mom said through gritted teeth. Miku, mouth agape, sighed.

“Listen honey, just try to pay more attention next time and don’t sleep in class. I mean, it’s bad enough you don’t have anyone to talk to or be around, but just try to be a little more social.” She walked over to the bed and sat down next to Miku, hugging her. She started speaking Japanese to Miku.

“Ganbate Miku. Daisuki.”

“Mom, you know English is easier for me to understand right?”

“Embrace your Japanese heritage Miku.” “Of what, weeaboos??” She grabbed her plushie and snuggled it.

“Just make sure you eat and don’t miss the train today, okay? I love you. I’ll be home tonight with dinner. What do you want?”

“Can we go out later? I kind of been meaning to ask you that, but I know you’ve been swamped with work.” Her next words were almost inaudible.

“I miss you….”

“Huh? What was that Miku? I didn’t catch your last part.” She tilted her head at her daughter.

Miku dropped her plushie and waved her hands back and forth rapidly. “It’s nothing mom don’t worry.” Her mom kissed her forehead and stood up.

“Sure, we can go out tonight, but make sure to be ready by about 7 okay? I love you. I’ll talk to you later.” She walked over to door and closed it gently behind her. Miku plopped back down in her bed.

“I’m not alone….I have you Sailor Moon.” She picked up the plushie and held it close to her chest. “She didn’t have to point it out….It’s not my fault I can’t make friends. I’ve tried so many times, just nothing clicks. Plus,” she leaped out of bed and picked up a toy microphone, “I’m going to be an idol anyways! Idols don’t need friends! We make our own rules whenever we want, go to sleep whenever we want, and do whatever we want whenever we want!” But was she really happy? Was all of this just a cover up of how Miku really felt deep down inside? Did she really want a friend? Or did she simply want to be acknowledged by others? The blue-haired girl changed out of her pajamas and into her school uniform, which consisted of a black blouse, black button up shirt and black thigh high socks. She also grabbed her pink jacket and headphones.

“Now where is my iPod?” She searched around the room for it. It wasn’t anywhere to be found.

“I’m always losing things….Maybe it’s downstairs in the back room.” She grabbed her backpack and just as she was about to leave, she glared into the mirror, sluggishly.

“My hair is a mess….I love my pigtails and all, but they’re SOOOO hard to take care of.” Grabbing the brush from her dresser, she straightened out her hair. She rummaged around in her draw for a scrunchy also. “I think I’ll go bun today. Sound good Sailor Moon?” The plush didn’t respond. “Figures….Talking to inanimate objects again, you really are alone Miku…..” She carefully folded her pigtails together and crunched them up. With one hand on her hair and the other with the srunchy, she carefully tied her hair into a bun. Looking into the mirror, it turned out terribly.

“I look like a fool….Maybe I can do…..” She took a chunk of her hair and pulled it through the scrunchy, letting it fall into a single ponytail.

“THERE WE GO! Bun isn’t too big and the ponytail falls just about right. Rather thicker ponytail than I would have liked, but I’ll live.” She smiled and trotted downstairs in search of food.

Once in the kitchen, she looked around for her iPod still. “Still no sign. And I can’t locate my phone either. UGH.” Her stomach rumbled and she patted it while looking at the clock.

“Let’s see, it’s 7 am now. School starts at 9. Train ride is about a half hour, and I still have to look for my belongings.” She reached into the pantry and grabbed a Pop Tart. Soon after, she took a mini carton of milk from the fridge and glugged it in one shot. She let out a long and deep “AHHHHHHHH,” and proceeded to take a bite out of the Pop Tart next. With a Pop Tart in hand, she looked around the house for her iPod and phone.

Walking down the hallway, she passed a room with a glass window. You could see through the glass. The room was located at the end of the hallway, towards the back of her house. She opened the door and came across another door, with no windows in sight. She slowly turned the doorknob and walked into darkness. Feeling the wall for a light switch, she turned it on. In front of her stood a small room, no bigger than hers. There was a huge glass wall in the center that went up to the ceiling. About halfway down to the floor was a giant audio panel. There were dozens of switches on the panel, some of which Miku didn’t even know what they did. To the right was a door that led into the glass room. She walked over to it and entered, closing the door behind her. In the small glass room was a single microphone hanging from the ceiling. She went over and stood in front of the microphone.

“Testing, 1,2, is this thing on?” she said jokingly, knowing everything in the room had been out of commission for years.  The soft carpet underneath her comforted her bare feet. It was as cozy as a bed, and Miku had fallen asleep in this room dozens of times when she wanted to be alone, something that her mom scolded her for multiple times.

“I can’t believe none of this stuff works anymore.” She squat down and fell backwards, looking up at the microphone. She wanted to practice her singing and record music for demos, but her mom refused to get the systems back online. She told Miku that being an idol was a waste of time, and that nothing good with come from it.

“I don’t get it….” She rolled onto her side and looked at the wall. “Mom was a famous DJ….She loved doing it. She knew how to work all of this. So why did she quit? Is it because I was born? Is it because my sperm donor abandoned us?” Thinking about this wasn’t going to make her any happier. Her mom had Miku at a very young age. She was a world famous DJ that while mostly doing shows in Japan, also went to countries to DJ, such as the USA and countries in Europe. As stupid and childish as it was, Miku blamed herself for her mom giving up her passion. While also having a minor in marketing (what she was doing now, hence the business suit), she knew her mom wasn’t happy. She read about articles about how lots of people would flock to the venue to see her mom perform.

“Mom, what can I do to convince you to teach me all of this?” She once again turned around, this time lying on her belly. “All you wanted me to learn is piano. Why? I dunno, to teach me responsibility? To make me practice something and not be bored. I picked up guitar all on my own. I’m still no good at it. I’m trying though. I won’t give up. I want to become an idol. I want to do what you did. Mom, this is my passion. And I will convince you to teach me, even if I have to beg and plead. You will succumb to my request!” She stood back up and walked out of the room, making sure to turn off the light. She walked out of the other room and back into the hallway. The clock read 7:30.

“Guess I should be going soon, but not without my iPod or phone. Shit, why am I looking for my phone, not like anyone ever texts me anyways….” She checked the den for her iPod, but it wasn’t there.

“AH DAMMIT WHERE IS IT?!” She ran into the living room next, and tore it up. Music was the only thing that kept her sane, and to lose her iPod was the same to her as losing her life. After a few minutes of searching and coming up empty, she thought hard about where it would be.

“Where was the last place I used it. Where is it? Maybe it’s…..” Suddenly, it came back to her. She jolted towards the stairs and ran up. Down the hallway, and next to her room was the bathroom. She opened up the cabinet underneath the sink and found a pink item sitting there. It was her iPod.

“AH THERE YOU ARE MOMMY HAS YOU!” She grabbed it as if it were a sacred item and turned it on. Still full battery. Miku occasionally practiced lip synching in front of the mirror, and left it there when she went to take a shower.

“I’ll never lose you again I promise.” She connected the jack from her headphones into the headphone slot in her iPod and slipped it into her jacket pocket.

“Right, I should be getting to school now. But for what reason? Idols don’t have to go to school!” She put the two headphone buds in her ears and walked downstairs towards the back door.

“Idol, idol, gonna be an idol. Idol, idol, that’s what I want to be!” she sang. It was her passion after all. She dreaded the idea of getting a 9-5, sitting in a cubicle, and doing what her mom did. She convinced her mom many times to get back into her passion, and many times her mother told her no and not to dwell on being an idol. “Hmph, whatever mom,” the light blue-haired girl said to herself while reminiscing. “You do you, and I’ll do me. That way, I can prove you wrong. Miku once again looked at the clock on the kitchen wall. “Shit, 8 am. Gotta run!” She grabbed her keys off the kitchen hook, put a song on her iPod, and ran out the door, locking it behind her. She darted for the train station, which was not that far from her house. Up the block and making a right at the corner, she continue to pace herself, making sure she wasn’t too tired during class. In the horizon, she saw the tracks of the train, elevated about the ocean front. Or was it a giant river? Pond even? “Eh, no time to think about this Miku. You NEED to get on the next train,” she said to herself. “You’re sweet, sweet loving me,” she sang. “Keep me coming, coming, ay ay ay,” she giggled to herself. “Come. Speaking of things coming, THE TRAIN!” The train was pulling into the station. Miku bolted for the steps, running up them fast, knocking someone over in the process. “SORRY!!” she said as she ran.

Once up the stairs, she approached the turnstiles. Grabbing her backpack and flinging it around her, she grabbed her card out of her card holder, smacked it on the panel, and walked through the turnstiles, and with good timing also. The doors opened, and she walked into one of the train cars. It was particular empty for this time of day. “Well, it is Friday after all. Friday, Friday, GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAY!” She laughed as she sang, looking around to make sure no one heard her atrocious singing. “I don’t think I have that bad of a voice.” She continued to sing silently to herself. Soon, the train doors closed, and it took off, next stop, Fukisawa Middle School.

“Here we go. Same shit, different day.” She changed the song of her iPod to something instrumental, and tapped her foot to the beat. And off she went. As she looked through the window behind her, the ocean was a glistening blue, sparkling due to the sun’s rays. You could even see the bottom of the ocean sometimes, that’s how shallow the river was at the base, but as the train ride continued, and the further it extended out, you couldn’t see anything anymore at the bottom, though it was still a bright blue color. Current time: 8:20 am.

“Barely going to make it, but I’ll just dart to my class like usual.” Changing the song again on her iPod, she continued to look out into the ocean. She may have convinced herself that she would be lonely for now, but that wouldn’t be the case forever. She didn’t want friends. She didn’t even want a boyfriend. All she wanted was her idol dreams to come true. She always associated music with adventure, and some songs would pump her up, to the point she would close her eyes and think about the future. It didn’t make sense to other people when she explained it, but to her, it made all the sense in the world. Music plus adventure equaled a lifetime of happiness to her. The more and more she thought of it, the more and more motivated she became. She switched to a Spanish song and started humming the beat to herself. Soon enough, she saw the school through the train windows, which sent her back into deep depression. Once the train came to a stop and the doors opened up, she placed her iPod in her jacket pocket, making sure she had all her belongings, and walked out and down the stairs, the train station directly across from the school gate. The time read 8:50 am.

“Let’s do this.”

As Miku approached the school gates, she was stopped by a tall looking figure.

“ID please,” the tall figure said.

“Can we do this another day? I’m going to be late to class.” Miku said sluggishly.

“I won’t ask again. ID please,” the tall figure said with a stern voice. Scared, Miku flipped her backpack from around her and took out her ID, flashing it to the guard.

“Thank you. Proceed.”

Miku ignored the figure’s gesture and check the time on her flip phone.

“8:55 SHIT.” She ran towards the doors. Her class was on the third floor, so she had to be fast. She ran up the stairs all the way to the third floor.

“Too many stairs today….” She huffed and puffed as she made one last jolt for the classroom door. As the clock read 8:59 am, she reached for the door. Pulling it open, she gave a sigh of relief, and took her seat. Last row from the door, second to last seat, all the kids were seated. Not one made the effort to say good morning to her, and she didn’t even bother to start up a conversation. She saw school as a waste and just stopping her from achieving and pursuing her dream as an idol. Her mom would also kill her if she dropped out of school and didn’t go to college. Miku pulled the chair out from the desk, sitting down and plopping her bag next to her. As she did all of this, the classroom began filling up with kids, the teacher following behind. She was about 5 foot 1, an inch smaller than Miku, with long hair like herself, but instead of light blue, it was dark black. She wore a white short sleeve blouse, a black mini-skirt, and black flats. Glasses complimented her eyes, and she was a little younger than Miku’s mom.

“Good morning class,” the female teacher said.

“Good morning Mrs. Kurosu,” the class said back along with Miku. Miku then turned her head to the window and looked up the sky.

“One day God, I will be an idol. Don’t forget me please.”

[illogicallyrics]

アップルドットコム/Apple dot com Translyrics

Artist: Pinocchio-P feat. Hatsune Miku NND: http://www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm31491163 Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h1pSSrmdEtw Based on Hazuki no Yume’s translation https://hazukinoyume.wordpress.com/2017/07/01/apple-dot-com/ The apples are so red Red and sweet when you’re fed They’re even more delicious in the prison when you’re fed The stray dogs gonna bite Again, they gonna bite So I am gonna roll my sleeves and lend my hand to bite And I am fully ready for my job interviews But I only prepare and then I cut them loose This is like looking at myself when I was much younger, you see I have a good place for me Hitting nail I see I rot away as neglecting my heart My face is smiling, but pierced with a dart «It’s such a pain,» - I just lie, where it gets? There is a random lump of all my debts «He is really a very nice person» Is said by one who never had a good thing done Even if this world is saved by hero, then There still will be people who will make his ratings low I do my research on the cell phone plan, searching network back and forth Internet will make spend me two hundreds* in a month I’m a scum who’d be on knees as I pull my contrite acts, Carrying on my shoulder a giant shiny axe I rot away as neglecting my heart My face is smiling, but pierced with a dart «It’s such a pain,» - I just lie, where it gets? There is a random lump of all my debts My head at dark nights is gathering gas Casually I do crimes, I need handcuffs I visit India - nothing but blur There is a random lump of all my future dot com The apples are so red Red and sweet when you’re fed They’re even more delicious in the prison when you’re fed The apples are so red Red and sweet when you’re fed My death penalty is soon - they are still sweet when you’re fed I rot away as neglecting my heart My face is smiling, but pierced with a dart «It’s such a pain,» - I just lie, where it gets? There is a random lump of all my debts My head at dark nights is gathering gas Casually I do crimes, I need handcuffs I visit India - nothing but blur There is a random lump of all my future I rot away as neglecting my heart My face is smiling, but pierced with a dart «It’s such a pain,» - I just lie, where it gets? There is a random lump of all my debts I’m not okay, but my life is going on I’m still smiling, even still I am wan I’m having nothing, but hope to capture There is a random lump of all my future dot com

*I decided to adapt these lyrics for western people, these two hundreds are in USD.

[beanplague-moved]

Goodbye, Ms. Flower Thief!

the full piece i did for @vocaloidvalentinezine!! miku said lesbian rights.

on a real note though, this zine is so fun and bright and [gun emoji] you should buy it on gumroad because so much talent went into it. buy the singing robot book you fools. you absolute buffoons.

AO3 | writing commissions | the zine pdf.

Whenever Miku sees her, she has flowers in her hair.

“I take them from my neighbor’s garden,” she says, on a day where the flowers in her hair are yellow and orange. A day where she observes and analyzes Miku, sizing her up. “They don’t mind.”

Miku takes to calling her the Flower Thief from then on.

She works at the juice bar by the beach. Miku sits on a stool in front of the counter and they talk. The Flower Thief lives around here, and during the summer she likes to meet new people.

“Especially attractive people, might I add,” she says, and Miku blinks. “You. You’re the especially attractive people.”

“I am?”

“You are.”

“Oh,” says Miku, “I don’t really—uhm, thank you? I guess?”

The Flower Thief laughs, and Miku shrinks a bit, flustered. “You don’t get a lot of compliments?”

Miku does. She gets complimented all the time, and often it’s kind of unwarranted, but nobody ever really compliments here like this. Like they’re trying to test something. She tells the Flower Thief, “I guess not.”

The Flower Thief leans on the counter, “I’m surprised. You’re very easy to compliment. Gimme, like, five minutes. I can come up with a few.”

“Oh, you really don’t—” Miku stops herself, eyebrows knitting together as realization dawns upon her, “Are you flirting with me?”

“Oh, I’ve been caught red handed! Take me away, officer. I cannot redeem myself from such a crime against romance.”

“You’re very dramatic.”

“Ouch,” the Flower Thief puts a hand on her heart, “I am attacked, and deeply wounded. Only the love of a beautiful woman can—”

“Okay, I get the point,” says Miku, “Really laying it on thick, there.”

“It’s a new tactic! Is it working? I gotta hope it’s working, right? Oh—how long are you staying on the beach?”

“It’s a vacation with my friends. We go home in a few weeks.”

“A few weeks, huh?” the Flower Thief pushes herself up from the counter, and she paces back and forth theatrically. Miku wonders what kind of character she’s going for, because suave certainly isn’t a word she would use to describe it. It’s very humorous, never taking itself to seriously. The Flower Thief suddenly slams her hands back on the counter. “A date is in order!” she says.

“A date?”

“A date,” nods the Flower Thief, “Or, you know, just hanging out. I can meet your friends after my shift.”

Miku thinks for a moment, and she makes an admission, “I’ve never…” she stops, hoping the Flower Thief will fill in the blank, and fill it in she does.

“A pure maiden? In this day and age?” she gasps, and Miku is not sure how one person can be so loud and lack so much shame.

“I’ve never been on a date!” she interjects, feeling the color rising to her face. God, how can one person be so utterly embarrassing? Maybe she should reconsider this date thing.

There’s a beat of silence. “Oh,” says the Flower Thief. She chuckles, “Seems I was a few steps ahead of you, then.”

“You think?” says Miku, rolling her eyes.

The Flower Thief only smiles, and she shrugs. “There’s a first time for everything, right? And if it doesn’t go well, I’ll hide behind the counter every time you come in here. That way, you never have to deal with the post-date awkwardness.”

There’s more talking, and the Flower Thief carries herself with this casual front. Miku should decline the offer—should tell her that though there’s a first for everything, some firsts should be special. That Miku has no interest in blazing past her own experiences with a stranger.

But Miku is interested, and so she says yes, and she waits for the Flower Thief’s shift to be over.

The sun is setting below the horizon, and the moon is settling into the darkening sky. Her friends are somewhere around here, sitting together and enjoying the vacation while Miku sits by the cooler with the Flower Thief, eating a cherry-flavored popsicle. Thinking about this and that, but mostly this. Being here, with the Flower Thief, on the beach.

“You don’t know that,” Miku says. The Flower Thief hums curiously in response.

“Know what?”

“If your neighbors mind or not,” says Miku, “They could hate it when you take those flowers. I don’t imagine you stay behind to hear their thoughts about it.”

The Flower Thief smiles, and Miku sees the briefest flash of her teeth when she does. “No, I don’t.”

It’s quiet for a while. The Flower Thief leans her head on Miku’s shoulder, cautiously taking one of her hands. “You’ve never been with anyone before?” she says.

“You’re changing the subject,” replies Miku, her face coloring. A few seconds pass, and she exhales, “No, never.”

“And you’re not curious at all?” The Flower Thief’s voice is low, “You never just wanna get it over with?”

“That’s irrelevant,” says Miku, but she meets the Flower Thief’s eyes and there’s a small voice in her brain that says checkmate,  the Flower Thief’s won this round. Miku might not have any experience with this kind of thing, but she does think about it. She does wonder. And the Flower Thief is offering an answer to all of Miku’s questions about intimacy.

(An answer to all of Miku’s desire for it.)

They kiss, and Miku doesn’t expect it to be so good, but it is. It might be a little hasty for her to say that—it’s not like she has much experience with kissing aside from this, but whatever. It’s doesn’t take an expert to say that it’s good.

And the Flower Thief is an expert, or, Miku assumes she is. That assumption may be a product of her own naivete, but the Flower Thief has this certain quality about her. This confidence that just isn’t found in other people. It’s easy to fall into this casual motion with which she walks through life.

At least at first.

It’s not long until they move forward, and Miku is all in.

It’s sweet, it’s enthusiastic, it’s fun. And Miku doesn’t think about it much at all in the moment, but upon reflection she wonders—why the Flower Thief?

It bothers her a bit, that question, because there are good things about the Flower Thief. She’s charismatic. She’s funny, sometimes. Other times she’s a little embarrassing—but embarrassment really isn’t so bad around her. Around her, embarrassment is kind of playful; none of it really means anything. Miku deliberates on whether or not she finds that quality troubling or appealing, and suddenly she’s back at square one.

And all the thinking is really for nothing, because it invariably leads to Miku trying to justify her own interest in the Flower Thief to herself, because she really does think the Flower Thief is special.

There’s certainly something special in how comfortable she is with herself. How she laughs and jokes and smiles. How she could light up a room with her stupid, terrible jokes. It’s easy being in something with her, because the Flower Thief dances through life with a firm grip on what she desires, and though Miku might lag behind her in experience (with just about everything), there is something about the Flower Thief that tells her not to worry. Tells her not to think of it.

Of course, then time passes, and days go on, and Miku does think of it.

Miku lays in bed with the Flower Thief, who peppers her face with kisses. Kisses on her lips and cheeks and nose and forehead. It’s clumsy and silly and Miku sort of loses herself in the moment, and she says something she isn’t supposed to; breaks some unspoken rule.

She says, “I think I love you,” and the Flower Thief freezes.

She pulls away, “You don’t—uh—why?”

“Why?”

“I just,” the Flower Thief groans, and she shakes her head, “I just, I dunno, why would you say that when you know that I—I’m not exactly looking for that kind of thing, you know?”

And Miku blinks up at this girl, with the stolen flowers in her hair and the conflicted look on her face, and she realizes, with some bittersweetness, that the Flower Thief is really, truly just a girl. A girl with insecurities and faults and a truly humiliating fear of commitment—and Miku can only feel that she’s wasted her time, here.

They do see each other a few more times before Miku leaves, but nothing is as good as the first few times. There is no blissful ignorance regarding the Flower Thief’s true nature, and Miku returns home with no goodbye.

The year moves on, though, and with it Miku’s life does the same. She sees other people (though none of them really last) and she builds her own ideals. She understands more, and she looks back on that summer with the Flower Thief throughout the process. The bitterness of that memory, which used to be fresh and vitriolic, now seems like a relic of the past.

The next summer comes around, and Miku once again visits the beach. She feels the sun on her skin, and the carefree nature of her vacation, but some part of her knows what she’s really looking for.

And the Flower Thief is still at that juice bar, and she still has that same smile when she sees Miku.

She doesn’t have any flowers in her hair, today.

“Okay, so, don’t laugh,” says the Flower Thief, once her shift ends. “I have something for you.”

Miku barely hides a smile, “Oh?” and then, of course, she utterly fails to hide it at all, “I have to say, keeping a gift for me seems like a relationship thing to do, and I specifically remember that you said we weren’t in a relationship—”

“Don’t remind me,” says the Flower Thief, doing some dramatic physical cringe, “Me from a year ago was an idiot. She had no idea how to treat a lady, and I apologize for her rudeness.”

She lowers herself, reaching for something on a shelf underneath the counter, before standing and presenting it to Miku. “Ta-da,” she says, cautious.

It’s a soil pot, with a small, pink flower growing from it. The Flower Thief scratches the back of her neck, awkwardly explaining, “I wanted it to be bigger when I gave it to you. You know, ‘grand gesture of romance’ and all that.”

“I’m sorry, you’re giving me a grand gesture of romance?” Miku says, and she chuckles a bit, “I’m convinced you must have stolen this.”

“Oh, but I didn’t!” says the Flower Thief, like she was waiting for Miku to say such a thing, “I grew it myself, as, like, a metaphor? An honest expression of my feelings or whatever—”

“You really have changed,” says Miku, and the Flower Thief looks at her with softened eyes.

“I have, yeah,” she says, “I know that I sort of spoiled everything between us when we were, well, you know, but I want to,” she pauses, and she inhales, “I want to try again. With you, and us.”

Miku looks down at the flower pot, and back up at the Flower Thief. “You’re embarrassing,” she says to the Flower Thief.

“God, I know. It’s so stupid, I just—”

“Of course we can try again,” says Miku, “How could I ever say no to all of this? Though I must say, if ‘honest expressions of your feelings’ include you being this insecure, I think I preferred the girl who stole from her neighbors.”

And at that, the Flower Thief laughs, relieved. “Yeah, I, uhm. They actually called me out on that. I can tell you the whole story next time.”

Miku looks forward to hearing the whole story.

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Caged Hearts

((Hawks x Miku ((OC))

(Chap 15. Internal Affairs)

Keigo awoke to a nagging beeping, recognizing it immediately as his work phone.

“Shit.” He cursed under his breath.

Untangling himself from the warm covers, he rubbed his eyes.

What the hell time is it?

He groped the nightstand until his fingers brushed against his phone.

Keigo glanced over to make sure Miku was still asleep, before checking the screen. Professor Horikoshi’s name lit up the display.

With a tired sigh, he answered.

“Wassup doc?”

“I’m sorry to call so early, Hawks” Professor Horikoshi replied apologetically, “but we found something out of the ordinary while looking through the file bank at the lab.”

Keigo sat up against the headboard, causing Miku to stir beside him. She sighed deeply and shifted on her side, little hums escaping her.

“Shit.” He muttered. “Hold on, doc.”

Keigo began stroking Miku’s platinum curls until her breathing slowed again. Then he quietly rolled out of the bed, Careful not to disturb her any further, before tiptoeing out of the room.

Once the door was shut behind him, he turned his attention back to the professor.

“What did you find?” Keigo asked.

“The research we’d compiled on the nomu’s is missing.” Horikoshi explained.

A pit of dread formed in Keigo’s gut. His feathers rustled as if already sensing danger.

“It seems that was all they stole.”

“That’s good.”

“There’s one more thing,” Horikoshi added. “The sample we took from those creature’s pod, has traces of that of the nomu. Like an extremely low level nomu of sorts.”

“That’s bad.” Keigo sighed.

He leaned back against the door of Miku’s room and mussed his hair; mind already spinning with the possibilities.

Focus, Keigo. One thing at a time.

“Does anybody else know about this, doc?”

“Just us and the police department.”

“Let’s keep it that way for awhile.”

Keigo checked his phone screen. 7:45am.

“I’ll be there in an hour and a half.”

“Alright then, see you soon, Hawks.”

“Dammit.” Keigo let out a low, frustrated growl, his head thudding back against the door.

Everytime he started to unwind, even just a little bit, something happened.

“Keigo?” Miku’s tired voice called out.

The tension in his shoulders relaxed a bit at the sound of her soft voice.

He re-entered the room, a gentle smile on his face.

“Morning Angel.”

“Morning, Kei.” Miku yawned.

Her bleary, periwinkle eyes blinked up at him and her tangled curls danced around her face.

Cutie.

“You out?”

“Unfortunately,” he sighed.

“There should be sweatpants that fit you in the closet,” Miku yawned, “don’t worry about your suit. I’ll have it dry cleaned for you.”

“Mmm,” Keigo leaned over her, resting his arms on either side of her head. “This domestic side of you is cute, Angel. You trying to earn the title of Mrs. Takami?”

“Is that your last name?” She asked, looking up at him.

“Maybe you’ll find out one day.” He replied, kissing her forehead.

Miku groaned. “Do you have to go?”

Keigo gave her a sad smile. There was nothing he wanted more than to stay cuddled up next to her. To start the day together with morning sex, breakfast, and a shower. Unfortunately, life had different plans for him.

“I do. I’ll text you when I can, ok?”

“Ok. Back to life, back to reality.” Miku sang in response.

He chuckled. “Bye babe.”

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The day proved to be Keigo’s busiest one since the aftermath of the LOV showdown.

After he made it to his place (because there was no way he was showing up to work with pussy on his breath and hickies all over his neck!) to change into his hero costume, he darted to the Quirk Research Institute.

Outside of the stolen files, nothing else in the file bank was out of place. There was no indication that whoever had stolen the classified research had struggled to find what they were looking for.

This only solidified Keigo’s suspicions that whatever was going on, was an inside job. The good thing about that was, it narrowed his list of suspects. The bad news was that it included several of his best sidekicks.

Thankfully, Konan’s plant started today. Keigo had looked over her file last weekend, and had expedited her on boarding paperwork to have her start effective immediately.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Mendez.”

“Mariya, please, and the pleasure is mine.”

The young, Hispanic woman with her doughy baby face and gentle brown eyes, didn’t look like much, but according to her file; her quirk and history told a different story.

Her quirk, Voodoo Doll, allowed her to injure any person she looked at by injuring her own body and without sustaining said injury or pain. She could also reverse said damage.

To add to her quirk, she had significant training in boxing and a black belt in Judo.

“Gotta say, you weren’t what I was expecting, Mariya.”

“Funny,” Mariya shot back. “You were exactly what I was expecting.”

Keigo laughed. Mariya didn’t, but the corners of her mouth lifted in a ghost of a smile.

“Might I ask, who else we’re waiting for, for this meeting, Hawks?” She asked.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door. Keigo grinned.

“That should be the man of the hour now. Come on in kid!” He called out.

Tokoyami entered the office, wearing a black t-shirt and dark denim jeans. A backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Hey, hey! Now it’s a party!” Keigo brightened genuinely at the sight of his young intern.

“Good to see you again, Hawks.” He said, a small smile stretching his beak.

“Hey there, kid! Same to you. This is our new recruit, Mariya Mendez. Mariya, this is my intern Tokoyami!”

Mariya inclined her head in a bow.

“Nice to meet you.”

“You as well.” Tokoyami returned the gesture.

“Alright,” Keigo clapped, jumping to his feet. “Now that they introductions are out of the way, how ‘bout a field trip?”

Thirty minutes later, the trio had flown the coop to a nearby office building to post up on the roof. Keigo had carried a reluctant Mariya and Tokoyami flown himself.

Keigo might have cried a little internally.

“Sorry to drag you two up here, but I feel safer this way.”

“And you wouldn’t have felt safe in a car?” Mariya complained. Her legs were shaky and her face was pale.

Keigo shot her an apologetic grin.

“Is it really that bad, Hawks?” Tokoyami asked.

“Oh yeah.” Keigo replied. “Especially after what happened today.”

“Today?” Mariya asked.

Keigo explained the situation to his new recruits. Starting with the bank robbery and ending with the stolen Nomu research.

“So you think it’s one of your sidekicks?” Tokoyami replied, touching his fingers to his chin thoughtfully. “Makes sense.”

“It’s the only explanation at this point,” Keigo replied. “the question is: who? which one?”

Keigo’s wings twitched, lifting him off the ground. He paced through the air back and forth before the eyes of his interns.

“Until we know who we can rule out, everyone except the people on this roof are suspects. Mariya, I’ll compile a list of people for you to check out.”

“Roger.” Mariya nodded.

“Tokoyami, you’re coming on all my patrols.”

“Got it.” He nodded. “Do you think whoever’s behind those is trying to finish what the league started?” Tokoyami asked, worriedly.

Keigo nodded, solemnly.

“The good thing is, I don’t think they have nearly the resources or the power that the meta liberation army had. I’m willing to bet, they’re just getting started—gathering resources for now. Which, if I’m right, gives us the advantage. From now on, we’re doubling down on our efforts, starting with how we’re going to handle what’s happening internally.”

Y’all I feel like I suck at the action portions of this fic. Like I’m not pacing them well or something. Anyway, thank you to the same 5 ppl who love my OC and her ship with Keigo. I love their ship