#moshie out of context

[moshieee-but-evil]

Some people should be given the death penalty

[moshieee]

At what point does the mind bend because of emotions?

How strong do emotions need to be to bypass ones morals?

[fanaticsnail]

if den-den mushis have customizable ringtones for different callers i'd definitely put out of context descriptive one-liners for them

Example given:

Zoro: SANTORYU- you are 20,170 kilometers away from your destination

Ichiji: laser eyes laser eyes laser eyes laser eyes

Yonji: if zoro and sanji had a kid

Luffy: dumbest ray of sunshine

Nami: MONEEEEEEEEEEEEY and tangerines

Law: moshi moshi i'll turn your brain into mush if you joke around with me

Kid: *krzzzt* *clangs* *gunshots* *screaming* *unhinged laughing*

Buggy: *silly cartoon noises including the honk and the running sfx*

Sanji: kuso marimo- ♡NAMI-SWAAAAN, ROBIN-CHWAAAN-♡

Lucci: *catfighting noises*

Who's Who: *in a deep voice* mrow

Queen: miSeRO yO HeNsHIn- (actual line)

King: he's too fine so the government hunts him

Law's Den Den Mushi

Masterlist Here

He has done everything in his power to protect the snail from being tampered with: sleeping with it on his mattress beside him as a last ditch effort to halt it from an unwanted touch and alteration...

...but his crew is exceptionally intelligent, and the mechanical mastery of the Polar Tang translates exceptionally well to Den Den frequency.

It started with a silly comment regarding how many beats per minute is used in cardiopulmonary resuscitation: it's 100-120 beats. Compressions need to be timed accordingly to save a life, and what a better way to remember that by tampering with Captain Trafalgar Law's Den Den to set a beat to match that frequency.

Ikkaku is the best with wires and cogs, Penguin is an excellent anesthesiologist, and Hakugan is the second best surgeon on the ship. With Jean Bart and Uni keeping watch of the door, Clione and Bepo steering the Tang and holding it steady, the three of them begin the tamper with the snail radio frequency to not only emit the sound from Law's shell when it's called: but all shells Law manages to call from his personal Den Den.

Unaware and sleeping soundly for the first time in a long time, Law is awoken by the sound of his Den Den singing instead of its usual warble, and his face flushed red with both anger and embarassment.

He can't even bring himself to answer the call, even while knowing who was on the other end of the transmission. There is nothing he can do to change it now, and after the anger subsides, he actually marvels a little at the mastery gone into ensuring that this is what plays when he needs to use his shell...

🎶"Yo' dick brick hard like a medal (uhh), I got three holes for it, like a pretzel (uhmm). Tight as a virgin, boy, don't get nervous (tight), I'm here to serve you customer service (right?). I save dick by giving it CPR, I save dick by giving it CPR (yes). Put my mouth on it like CPR. Let's make porn and watch it on VCR."🎶

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[i-am-literal-nightmare-fuel]

Knocking on deaths door

(Context under cut)

So uh I was scrolling Pinterest for art refs and found this then BAM! AU idea!

so here’s the aforementioned AU idea

—

Geto (Kenny) ends up getting decapitated and defeated at any point before Shibuya. Shoko see’s to the autopsy of Suguru (she also reattached his head) and Gojo buries him. However, Suguru pulls one over on everyone and does something much like Gojo did to Toji and pours every ounce of energy into RCT (Much like Gojo he just learns on the spot. Also yes, Geto still exists inside Kenny, we’ve established this.) Gojo continues to visit Geto’s grave daily and never thinks anything of it until he accidentally calls Geto’s number instead of somebody else’s and decides not to hang up just to hear his voicemail message one more time which starts normal.

“Moshi Moshi,”

“You’ve reached Suguru Geto. I’m not at my phone right now. Turn Around.”

and he’s behind Gojo. He’s a little bit more crazy than he was before (marginally more crazy.. like.. loony.) so Shoko and Satoru make efforts to bring him back to who he used to be, or at least to being their friend but he’s kind of off the rails so they end up just keeping him locked in Gojo’s apartment during the day (of which he has broken out of several times)

AU name is Moshi Moshi au

[queenharumiura]

((I’m bored and I felt the need to do random drabbles. I’m sure this has happened in at least one verse. Let a girl keep her options open, will ya?))

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“What’s with you? What are you doing?”

“Hahi? What do you mean? What’s wrong with Haru?” She’d been tasked with showing someone around town and at one point, Ryohei had started watching her from afar whilst out on a jog. He’s gotta keep himself in shape and running was a must!

She’d just said goodbye to the guy she’d just been showing around when Ryohei runs up to her, questioning her. She’s done nothing wrong and she resents him questioning her like this without context.

“That guy, who is he? You were being so—so--- you know?” He didn’t know how to word it exactly. He felt like he was stuck in an awkward situation, like if Kyoko were to show interest in a guy! He didn’t like it! The only way he’d accept a guy dating Kyoko is if he could beat Ryohei in a boxing match!

He’ll never accept a guy that can’t protect Kyoko, to the extreme!

“Are you talking about Antonio? He’s the guy you all asked Haru to show around Namimori. You all had something else going on, and I had a free schedule for the day—so I volunteered to show him around.” Is she surprised that Ryohei didn’t recognize the guy? Not at all.

She was being so—what, exactly? She could hazard a few guesses, but was it any of his business? No. Did he or any of the guys think it was their business?

Suspicious, she crosses her arms over her chest, eyeing him warily. “Why does it matter to begin with? I can find any person’s company pleasant if I want to.”

Ryohei awkwardly laughs, avoiding eye contact. “A-ah, so you were just enjoying company, is that all? That’s fine. Yeah, that’s fine.” He was internally sweating to the max. It would’ve been the same for him if Kyoko started showing an interest in a random guy.

It was one thing for a guy to show interest in Kyoko since he could always step in as a protective brother and fend him off, but if Kyoko was the one showing interest in someone? That was a trickier matter. You can’t just start a fight and chase the guy off—not without making your sister mad at you. What if she gets upset? Starts to cry?

He can feel the hives already at the mere thought.

Somewhat familiar with how Ryohei got when he got nervous about Kyoko, Haru had a suspicion about what this was about. “Antonio is nice.” She watches him flinch. “He asked if we could meet again another time.” Another flinch, and his eyes seem to be jittering.

Knew it.

“W-what did you say? You said no, right?”

A smug smirk from Haru. She’s gotchu now. “Why would I say no? He’s nice.”

“No! It’s dangerous! What about someone else? I thought you liked Sawada!”

“I gave up on that so long ago, what nonsense are you talking about? You’re telling me that you allowed me to tourist a guy around that is dangerous? Really? You can make up a better lie than that. Whatever, Haru has a date coming up so, Haru will see you later, Onii-san.” With a casual hand wave, she walks off.

Did she have a date lined up? No.

Did she in fact turn the guy down? Yes. He wasn’t exactly her type.

Can she hear Ryohei on the phone screaming about something, saying it was an emergency? Yes. Haru, the menace at it again to strike a little bit of chaos within the Vongola. All because she got annoyed with Ryohei grilling her.

Hm? Why is her phone ringing?

“Moshi mo- HAHI!? What do you MEAN I’m not allowed to see Antonio after this? Who are YOU to tell me that I can’t meet someone? HAH!? Say it to my face!”

You have one guess to know who just called.

Leave it to the resident bomber to start a fight instantly. “No, don't do that. Don't harass an innocent person. I was only joking when I said I had a date. He's not my type."

...

"Do you think I didn't hear that collective sigh just now? I have a right to meet whoever I want, you know." She pauses to listen to the other side, "Well, if he was my type, I would've agreed."

Haru moves her phone away from her ear because one of the voices got very loud on the other end. "You can't control who I can or cannot meet. There's nothing wrong with me keeping my options open!"

There she goes moving the phone away from her ear again. Annoyed, she simply hangs up and silences her phone.

Suddenly it dawns on her that she may very well become a spinster in this lifetime.

Uwaaahhhhh woe is Haru…

Can’t you let her keep her options open? How rude.

[alterrune]

RE:KMRG SIDE STORIES - VIRTUAL WORLDS

Susie? JE?

Yes, Kyle?

What do you need?

Well, for starters, I need you to help me find out what the hell this 1 hour long Gaijin Goombah video is hiding (believe me, it makes more sense in context), but secondly...

...I want to ask you how it took THIS long for Poptropica to get a rip.

Oh, you noticed!

We thought you'd like it.

Wait, hold on. Ain't the rips on the channel here the same as the one in the Center Cannonball Continuiation, or whatever it was called?

Central Canon Continuum, and yes, Alter. We thought we could try and "persuade" Stingy to approve this rip and upload it to the channel.

Since the rips in this timeline are connected to the CCC timeline (aside from a few divergences), we thought we could see if it could work the other way around.

It...sort of worked? We couldn't upload a rip to the channel that would appear in the Central Canon Continuum, but we could maniupulate some minor things in the timeline to get Stingy to approve it himself.

Jeez, how many virtual worlds have you played, Alter?

A lot.

No, seriously. I'm actually curious. Give us some examples from past and present.

Alright then. Here's a list:

I have played Club Penguin, Moshi Monsters, Poptropica, Toontown Online, Wizard101 & Pirate101, Disney Fairies Online, Pirates of the Carribean Online, Chimpoo (which was a Club Penguin-like MMO that actually did a lot to stand out on its' own), Nicktropolis (a Nickelodon MMO), Roblox, and Cartoon Network's Project Exonaut.

That last one, Project Exonaut, is a bit iffy on the MMO status, but I've decided to treat it as such since it shares a lot of the traits of other MMOs. It's an honorary inclusion.

Holy shit. That is a FUCKTON of names.

What can I say, Dystopiac? I've been everywhere at least once.

Kyle, I'm having trouble deciphering the garbage text on the sticky note on the contract paper in this image.

Goldbug cipher, M.O.S.H.I. It mentions "obliterating gold bugs", so I searched up "gold bug code" on Google. It's actually a cipher from an Edgar Allen Poe story, if you could believe it.

The text has been deciphered, but it still seems to be garbage text. Should I run it through another decoder?

Nope, keep it like that, we need it. It's not garbage text.

By the way, as for the Goomba Got Back video, go to around 46 minutes in or so. Keep note of the jumping tones and how they shift.

We know that having to sift through an hour of that "song" (which I struggle to even consider music, let alone an actual song) feels incredibly torturous, so we'll spare your ears the pain.

Thank you, you two.

(I turn to the War Machine suit, currently plugged in and charging. M.O.S.H.I. is using the suit to communicate with the others in standby mode)

How we looking, M.O.S.H.I.?

We appear to be about halfway done with the puzzles in the MAXPH branch. We still have a ways to go, however.

"Well, we're never ones to back down when things get tough. Let's keep going!"

Agreed, Blastie. Agreed.

[emile-hides]

His hair’s too long, his hair’s too long

[thekogu]

Out Of Context KOGU Quotes #3

a list of the characters in this because many of them haven’t been officially introduced on the blog yet (they’re on the characters list and are available for asks!):

Top (left to right): D.B, Bubbles, Chrissa, Claw, Luna

Bottom (left to right): Tasha, Sparkles, Naomi, Vera, Anya

[fairydraws04]

Last night my friends came over for my 18th birthday party and we watched moshi monsters the movie, and because I've had friends who know nothing about moshi come over to watch the movie before i was smart and took notes (and videos), so heres... all of that.

I wasn't able to write down what everyone said, as in, some stuff is uncredited and very out of context, so be warned.

[angstama]

moshi | kenma.k

pairing:  kenma kouzume x ghost!fem reader

genre: angst

warnings: none!

✧. in which kenma falls in love with you through the daily phone calls.

a/n: context! it is believed that japanese ghosts can't say 'moshi' twice ;-) this was originally a script treatment that i had written for a short film earlier this year and thought that it really fits kenma! so here we are :> angstama have also officially reached 250 followers a week ago! thank you guys so much for following me and reading my works. i'll continue to work hard and release more fics in the future! part 2 will be uploaded soon!

[now playing: the swan]

kenma doesn't remember when was the last time he heard his phone rang.

all he remembered was putting his phone on do not disturb mode five years ago on one fine day after kuroo called him multiples times during a gaming session, interrupting his game midway and causing him to lose his top tier ranking that he had been tirelessly working hard on.

so when his phone suddenly rang during one spring night, kenma couldn't help but only gawk at the unknown number displayed on his screen.

he adverts his gaze towards the corner of the screen before glancing back to the unknown number.

3.45am

who in the world would call at this timing?

seeing that he has some time left before his next time, kenma decides to pick up the phone, his mind curious as to who was on the other side of the line.

"moshi?" your voice echoes through his ears, a voice so sweet yet sounded so solemn that kenma felt the air in his lungs being knocked out upon hearing it. he slowly pries the phone away from his ear, taking a look at the caller id that says 'unknown' before bringing it back to rest against his left ear.

"um, may i know who is this?" he asks carefully, cautious as to who you are and the intention behind the sudden call.

there was a long pause between the two of you, only the faint sound of rain coming from your end filling the void of curiosity in kenma's mind. he gently pulls the curtain blinds aside, taking a peek outside of his window only to be greeted by the rows of sleeping houses and dry empty roads.

it isn't raining at all.

"could you listen to me play the cello?" you asked, voice coming off much like a whisper.

kenma's lips parted in confusion. your request had completely threw kenma off. did someone really call him at this hour of the night just to ask him, of all the people residing in japan, him, kenma kozume, to listen to them play the cello?

is this a joke?

"i promise it wouldn't take long."

perhaps it was the way you asked so gently. maybe it was the hollowness in your voice that made kenma winced at how empty and lonely it sounded. or maybe it was because it was the streak of wins that kenma had achieved earlier that got him considering your request.

what's there to lose anyways?

kenma lets out a sigh, "sure okay." he rubs his temples, leaning back comfortably to rest against the customised black and maroon leather gaming chair and tapping his fingers against the back of his phone case as he waits for your response when your side of the call is soon replaced with the crisp rustling of papers.

kenma shuts his eyes. then, a soft tune came. it was the faint sound of a harp strumming, slow and lulling, pulling kenma into a trance of an unknown world before you pulled your first note on your beloved violin.

his shot eyes widened upon hearing the mellow pitched melody. the once spinning white visionary in his head was immediately replaced with a dollop drop of gold, painting the unknown world with hues of yellows and gold around him.

he takes a step forward, looking around.

is this what people meant by music can take you to another place?

kenma couldn't believe what he was seeing.

as your strings continued to release vibrations of connected notes, kenma swore he could almost hear it as if you were playing it at the very same place as where he is right now. only you sounded a little much further?

he allows his feet to lead him the way, ears picking up on the direction of the melody as he makes his way towards it. the further in his feet took him, the louder the sweet sound of the violin fills his ears alongside with the faint sound of pouring rain.

he stops in front of what seems like a floral arch decorated with little blue baby breaths. there, a door adorned with crystal green gems stood behind the floral arch.

leaning an ear on the door, kenma could hear your orchestrated piece resonating behind it.

could you possibly behind the door?

is this even real?

thoughts run through kenma's head as he hesitantly pushes the door slightly.

peaking in, kenma was greeted with the sight of an empty dimly lit room. no doubt it there was definitely rain sliding down the windows even though it's dry on the outside where kenma is standing. he pushes his head into the room even more, his eyes searching for something or someone only to be met with nothing.

but this is where your melody is the loudest.

it sounded like no, scratch that, you are definitely playing next to him now.

so where are you?

and as if on cue, your strings stopped, snapping kenma out of the alternate world as it vanishes into thin air instantly, pulling kenma back into his room where he was seated all along.

his mouth remains gape, blinking profusely as he tries to process what had just happened.

"what do you think of my playing?" your voice echoes through kenma's ears once again, ignorant to what your music had sent kenma through.

"a— uh it was ..

beautiful

memorising

dreamy

... nice." kenma mumbles, words barely slipping out of his thin lips for he was way too overwhelmed by your piece. "what's it called? the piece you just played."

you chuckled softly and kenma's once stiffened shoulders relaxed upon hearing your human like reaction.

he isn't going to lie that, for a fleeting moment, kenma indeed had forgotten that you too, is a mere human like him. he may or may not have thought that you were probably the goddess of music or something as unrealistic as it sounds.

"it's called the swan." you answered after a brief pause. "for some reason, i've always envisioned to be walking through a sun-kissed world whenever i play this piece." you mused and kenma could imagine the soft smile on your unknown face.

sun-kissed world?

was it the very same world that kenma was in earlier?

"does it have a floral arch and like a house or room in the middle?" kenma quickly sits up, crossing his legs as he pushes his phone closer to his ear to hear your response.

"no."

oh.

"thank you for picking up my call and listening to my music." you thanked the long haired boy before he could continue on to say anything else.

kenma's eyes widened again for the nth time, "wai—!"

"sayonara."

[now playing: nocturne in d minor]

the next day, lying under the grey coloured duvets, kenma stares blankly at the empty ceiling above him. "this is annoying." he groans, pulling the covers over his head frustratedly as his mind races with fragments of your phone call on instant replay, depriving him off of his already deprived sleep.

he just couldn't shake off that lingering feeling of haziness from your music. is this how it feels to be on cloud nine?

it was then suddenly, his very own handphone rang again, sending him to quickly sit straight up and snatching the latest iPhone off his nightstand.

unknown number again.

this isn't a dream, kenma is sure of it.

"moshi?" you greeted, this time voice a little much lighter than the day before. kenma's lets out a soft scoff, the corner of his lips tugging into a smile that screams disbelief. "hey," he breathes, glancing over to the wall clock once again.

3:45am.

"will you listen to me play the cello again?" you asked and kenma's heart raced at the thought of hearing you play once again.

"mhm." kenma nods as if you could see him. he rests against his headboard, and manages to pick up on the faint repetitive sound of pouring rain on your end.

it must be the rainy season now for your area, he thought.

you pulled your bow, casting a spell over kenma as your little ensemble slowly pulls him into the pillows of clouds that appeared before his vision.

this piece... it sounded almost like a forbidden cry. the kind of cry that makes you spin and sing alone in a noir melodrama movie and also the kind of cry that one often holds back in front of someone they love.

kenma's eyes fluttered open, only to find himself seated in an empty circus tent. then, a spotlight flashes on, lighting a figure dressed in a midnight green coloured ballerina tutu. stretching in front of the figure to the other end, is a tightrope.

she begins to slowly walk on the tightrope, each step is a pointe as she dances to the tune of your music, as if you were a music conductor conducting her movements.

kenma's mesmerised. there was something about the way your music is guiding the ballerina where each of her movements including the hand gestures that was filled with so much grace that he couldn't quite comprehend.

just as your strings picked up the pace, the ballerina misses a step. kenma's breath hitched, standing up immediately. he wants to move, but his legs wouldn't allow him to.

he looks at the ballerina with despair in his eyes. she's just as frozen as he is, looking down at whatever is below her with a leg raised ninety degrees behind. kenma follows her gaze.

swimming under the tightrope, is a pool of swirling visions of what seemed like someone's memories. if vincent van gogh's greatest artwork 'starry night' came to live, this would be it. a vision of a white cello catches kenma's attention as he desperately tries to fish out the tornado of images only to lose his focus when he hears a shattering sound.

looking up, he could see the ballerina's shaken body trying to stay balance with just a leg. she seems afraid to move. as if the visions underneath her, scares her?

with her face still hidden from kenma under the harsh shadows, the ballerina finally takes a step forward with shaky legs and as your music nears the end, the sound of a million shattered glass echoes throughout the circus tent as shards of glass with the tent's ceiling colour falls onto both kenma and the ballerina.

she falls.

kenma gasps for air, lunging his body forward to reach out to her only to find himself back in his room. running his fingers through his hair as he tries to calm himself down from whatever he had just seen.

"you okay?" you asked, concerned laced in your voice.

"yeah." kenma gulps, "what do you see... whenever you play this piece?"

for some reason, kenma feels nervous. nervous to hear your answer. was it a coincidence last night or were you really that talented to the point that you could express your visualisations through the medium of your cello?

" hmm... i don't know. it differs every time i play it. but today i see myself." you answered kenma truthfully.

and just like that, you and kenma begun to exchange daily calls with each call seemingly lasting longer than the day before as you and kenma talked about everything and anything till the sun rises.

it was strange. kenma was never one of many words but with you and your music, kenma found himself much like a chatter box, wanting to keep the conversation alive.

on some days, kenma wonders how you'd look like. and on others, he yearns to finally meet you in person and perhaps hold your delicate hands in his.

was this him... falling in love...?

"hey y/n..." your name easily rolling off kenma's tongue, leaving a bittersweet aftertaste on his lips. "yes?"you answered.

kenma bit his lips nervously, anxiously tracing circles on his lap as he tries to gather the courage to ask you the million dollar question he's been dying to ask. "well—uh we've been talking for more than a month now. a-and i'd love to meet you in person."

silence fell between the two of you as kenma awaits your response.

"sure kenma, i'd love to meet you in person too."

// to be continued

[moshieee-but-evil]

Valid reason for theft:

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[moshieee]

Hmmmm....

Time to research how much blood a human body can lose before dying....

And how fast they bleed out depending on the type of cuts.... Or bites...

[daiseukiis]

: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒

𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 ; 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤

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─꒱ after clearing the stages and earning the title as a fushiguro, a certain sensei seems to be unsatisfied; more so in the context that he’s being sulky that you’re not treating him like a father too。

─꒱ feat. fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, fushiguro tsumiki & gojo satoru

─꒱ warnings ; profanity

─꒱ notes ; this has probably been fucking canon ngl. let's say gojo lwk raised you idk

─꒱ episode three | 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒 | episode five

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꒰꒰ gojo satoru is a menace to society.

꒰꒰ his entire existence is a whole menace in general, though you still could never bring yourself to fully want stab his heart and let him bleed to death

꒰꒰ too much? probably. the truth? one hundred percent.

꒰꒰ much like how gojo got his hands on megumi's child support money, he also got his hands on yours.

꒰꒰ you had ( insert tragic backstory ) and ended up in the hands of the most powerful sorcerer. not like you had a choice, but you only did wonder who was the grown up between the two when gojo had been raising you

꒰꒰ though, you truly do refuse to call him your father for obvious reasons

꒰꒰ he's embarrassing.

꒰꒰ you knew gojo was rich but damn is he a cheap stake sometimes, and other times he wastes millions of yen like its spare change. spare change.

꒰꒰ you realized that the hard way when you were younger

꒰꒰ at the start of the relationship you had with megumi when you two were just dating, gojo teased the living fuck out of you

꒰꒰ gojo then also started to oddly act like a father

"why is he calling." toji had agreed to escort you to buy your wedding dress because you had told megumi you wanted to surprise him. you would've brought tsumiki but she was busy with her university and she couldn't come. your future father had looked down to see the id 'blindfold bastard' on your phone and instantly knew who he was. you wanted to decline the call because you were about to go in and get a dress fitted, but you knew that something was up if gojo wasn't texting you.

"what if he's dying?" you raise a brow, looking over back at toji who gives an indifferent expression. "even better." though, despite that you ignored his comment and quickly accepted the phone call from gojo.

"moshi moshi? gojo-san?" moving along to follow a worker to the rooms, you put the silver haired shaman on speaker so you could also hear while the workers helped you dress. "y/n! where are you?!" you hear him yell through the phone, "wedding dress shopping?"

"without me?!" why did he sound so offended? "yes..?" you blink a bit, then you hear a dramatic gasp from the other side of the phone. it was so loud that the workers were giving you looks at odd stares. "but y/n! when will you be home? can you also buy some food and boba on the way back? oh! the daifuku across harajuku is good, bring back some too."

"what? no. do it yourself gojo-san." you bite back the urge to let out a yelp when a worker quickly grasped onto the ribbons of your corset, gojo continued to blabber. "y/n, i'm waiting for you at home. we will eat together, and i told you to call me tou-chan!" having enough of his shit talk you instantly got off the platform you were standing on and swiftly grapped hold of your phone you gave to an employee.

"you're not my utou-san! we don't even live together!" you end the call, aggressively opening the curtains that separated you from toji who stood there, crossing his arms and a face that showed that he was in the right.

"told ya not to pick up."

"hai, hai."

꒰꒰ gojo crashed at yours and megumi's house so often, it almost looked like you were having an affair with the amount of times he kept coming and going

꒰꒰ your neighbours were a bit suspicious bc this over 190cm man kept coming and going as he pleased

꒰꒰ though they realized that he was your 'father' and so many people from the neighborhood came knocking on your front door for plans to be your 'step-mother'

꒰꒰ you're glad megumi is there because you two really said the adopted one was gojo

꒰꒰ yeah so now everyone in the neighborhood is convinced he's your dad

꒰꒰ when he found out you were engaged, he asked to be the flower boy

꒰꒰ and oddly enough, he fucking got his way

꒰꒰ during the party, no one knows how but gojo got the mic and instantly started exposing both you and megumi

"ah, my dear megumi and y/n! you're both all so grown up now, it only felt like yesterday that i saw you crying over hatsuharu from fruits basket saying he broke your heart and chose rin over you."

"shut up! i was seven!"

"awh, that reminds me when you thought you were dying because you had your first perioー" your hand grabbed the nearest vase and instantly threw it at his face.

꒰꒰ you had to stop gojo from fighting toji and megumi have to stop toji from fighting gojo

꒰꒰ it was a collaboration while tsumiki sat there and looked pretty throughout

꒰꒰ you're having photos during your wedding, gojo seriously photo bombed the family photo with the fushiguros and claimed that he had as much right as toji to be there

꒰꒰ a few days after marrying megumi and going on your honeymoon with him, all the way in hawaii ( or sum shit ) you two came home to toji and tsumiki eating ramen in your living room and watching a horror movie

꒰꒰ to make matters worse, gojo knew you two were returning and that exact day did he barge into your house uninvited

"tsu-nee? tou-chan? what are you doing here?" you're the first to question the existence of the two and tsumiki was the first to act. "megumi, y/n! how was the honeymoon? let me take those, you two rest up." she stands up and takes some of the bags and suitcase from you and megumi, smiling warmly at your shocked state.

toji continues to watch the movie playing, "we're watching a horror movie." you at a loss for words just left your mouth agape, megumi who gritted his teeth and let out a grin at his father. "no, that's not what we're asking about."

"y/n sweetie! papa's moving in!" just as you thought your day could not get any more worse, gojo is waltzing through your front door with bags. he's giving his usual large goofy grin along with a peace sign. already annoyed you grabbed a bag of his and threw it at his face, ignoring the fact that he referred to himself as 'papa'. "get out!"

꒰꒰ there was the one time you realized that tsumiki and gojo are actually on good terms and that scared you

꒰꒰ gojo being an ass, he still gifted you a photo you two had when you were eleven out on your first trip to disneyland on your wedding day

꒰꒰ that exact picture frame would toji turn over when he has free time

꒰꒰ the one photo you had with toji when you went to kyoto and you two were on the kamo bridge

꒰꒰ yeah, gojo also turns that down on his free time

꒰꒰ so most of the time the rest of you three have to fix the picture frames around the house

"why are they so fucking childish?" megumi groans as he walks pass you to the wall shelf, fixing the one photograph of you and gojo that his father had probably faced down. "megumi, stop complaining and lets just fix the picture frames."

"oh my, they pictures of tou-chan and gojo-san have been turned down again?" tsumiki soon walks into the room and watches that you two are once more fixing pucture frames, and she knew this has been going on for the last month or so. "i wonder why." you grunt out in displeasure, facepalming.

"hey, brat. what do you think you're doing?" the lot of you hear your father's voice and instantly knew who he was talking to. all of you follow the direction of the voice into the living room to see toji and gojo attempting not to murder each other. "what? just trying to fix a flaw in the house."

"you don't have the right to do that, get off my property." toji shots back, his hand on one side of a picture frame of you and him while gojo's hand is on the other side trying to face it down. they were so fucking childish.

"you two can both leave, none of you live here."

꒰꒰ gojo also has a habit of suddenly making things in your house disappear ??

꒰꒰ usually its locking up toji's worm, who is named shawty somewhere and hiding it until you or megumi have to beat him up for your shit back

꒰꒰ he also makes it a religious duty to come to every friday family night

꒰꒰ or to almost every family dinner

꒰꒰ this one time he invited himself to a zenin family dinner just to say he was your father just to piss off the zenin clan

꒰꒰ it didn't really end pretty, but thats for another time

꒰꒰ you think the fighting will cease between these two men once you and megumi have married

꒰꒰ that was just wishful thinking

you, tsumiki and megumi who was carrying your groceries got home from the store only to see a veil over your house. when the trio of you walked in, all of you witnessed half the house blown off. in a matter of seconds did gojo come crashing out of one of your walls, the place where tsumiki's room was. an audible gasp is instantly heard from her lips when toji and shawty jump out from the exact whole gojo made with a large katana.

"stop, stop, stop!" putting down your groceries you take steps towards their fighting figures, hands out and waving before gojo could activate his innate domain and before toji could used the reversed heaven on his ass. both of them instantly stop what they're doing, looking at all your annoyed looks.

"he started it." gojo instantly pointed at toji who glared back, "you fuckin' shitー"

"i don't care who started it. you two broke the fucking house! in a new record too! seven times in one month!"

"it can't be that badー"

"where are we going to sleep tonight when you two had the audacity to wreck someone else's house?"

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I posted 74 times in 2021

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#(hueheheh... i just reblogged this because of a post telling me reblogs show artists how much you like their art)

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

I really like @moshi-roulette 's ocs! So much that I thought "Hey wait! Some of my OC's could be friends with them!" This is not meant to be canon on her part, she does not have to accept these adorable headcanons as fact.

Anyways, go check out my Cookie Run gallery on DeviantArt! I'm not going to draw pictures at the moment, but I will when it's actually time for me to wake up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Moonshine Cookie and Mind Brand Cookie: -Their the kind of friends you wouldn't expect to get together. But just... something about them brings them both together? In a platonic way, of course.

-The way they met is also strange, being that Moonshine was in a heist with the other three members of the Midday Crew, and then they got into a fight with Mind Brand Cookie. They did not crumble her though, because Moonshine Cookie did not want any civilian casualties.

-Then they continue meeting when Moonshine's not with the other members. Even their pets are friends! ...Though, Gummybear Bomb seems nervous of Maretu. Perhaps creeped out a little, but there is nothing to be scared of!

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(Yeah well... I was originally going to say Angler Fish Cookie and Hypno Cookie are friends, seeing as they are both themed after angler fishes. But then I remembered I never posted her, mostly because I'm having problems digitally translating her design. Rest assured though, they would be friends!)

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Rum Cookie and Gumdrop Cookie: -You might think these two would not go together.. but then you realize these two only met because they are drinking buddies.

-Apparently Gumdrop Cookie drinks after a hard days work, since he gets stressed easily. Especially when your brother is the rambunctious artist Gumball Cookie! Don't worry, he's pretty silly when he's drunk.

-It gets to the point where the two of them hang out at Sparkling Cookie's bar for so long that Gumball Cookie has to go out and drag Gumdrop Cookie home. And I find it mildly funny in my head because I believe that Rum Cookie would be too drunk to notice.. up until he sobers a little.

-Yes, they are friends when not drunk. Most of their meetings are when Gumdrop Cookie isn't working at his restaurant. And yes, Gumdrop Cookie likes bad puns too.

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Lava Cake Cookie and Pyrite Cookie: -Two peas in a pod, with said pod containing the mildly depressing Lava Cake Cookie!

-They became friends because Devil Cookie introduced her to Pyrite Cookie. Whilst she doesn't like it when Pyrite's rude, she does enjoy pulling a good prank or two with her.

-Especially because she wants to learn how to entertain people! She watched Pyrite Cookie one time and then started to believe that her tricks are not good enough. So then she starts taking notes and learning from the best.

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Prosciutto Cookie and Diamond Cookie: -These two are smoking buds, though Diamond Cookie will not admit to that. (And yes, that is a candy cigar in Diamond Cookie's mouth, for those that caught on.)

-These two are considered opposites that attract to become friends in some way. Mostly because one's a Midday Crew member who's cold and often said to be emotionless.. and the others just cold and collected, and sometimes rude to others.

-I believe it's Diamond Cookie's cool-headed nature that lead to the two of them being friends. He is after all used to rude people, I mean... his boss will literally threaten to tear out your lungs with his knives.

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Konpeito Cookie and Ink Cookie: -One of Ink Cookie's many crushes that he believed would never be reciprocated. It turns out that she also has a crush on him, and she also believes that he doesn't like her that way!

-Since they rarely meet, with Konpeito being a space princess, when the two of them do meet you can expect them to be talking to each other. What are they talking about? Nobody knows, except for the two of them that is. Though believe me when I say it's wholesome.

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Ghost Cookie and Yurei Cookie: -These two met because they can see each other.. because ghosts. And also because Yurei Cookie has not met another ghost before. He's fairly shy with newcomers, but he feels as if he's met this cookie before.

-Although that may be because Yurei Cookie doesn't remember much, if anything, about his past life. I'd see Ghost Cookie trying to help Yurei Cookie regain his lost memories.

-Also because cute ghost friends! That is all. :)

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#4

Is... Is this real life?

Or are we experiencing something else?

Either way... No way I’m gonna go and face those two in battle! At least posting this screenshot will hopefully inform people of... potential threats.

6 notes • Posted 2021-05-13 19:22:41 GMT

#3

It’s... official.

I’ve graduated High School, and all things school!!

...But who the heck are these 3 new people? (also Candle, you uh.. you may want to look underneath yourself-)

6 notes • Posted 2021-05-23 11:01:02 GMT

#2

See the full post

6 notes • Posted 2021-01-04 12:10:01 GMT

#1

I think I nearly squeed incredibly loudly when I obtained Pure Vanilla Cookie in the gacha.

That was pure luck alone... well that and a sign that my return was not in vain. Also I figured out you cannot change servers, so I cannot befriend my sibling on the app! Wonderful.

9 notes • Posted 2021-10-09 13:57:13 GMT

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Japanese Literature, and More

Above: Yasunari Kawabata, 1946

Above: Yukio Mishima

Above: Mieko Kawakami, 2014

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Japanese Literature, 20th Century to Present

* Below are just some books that I either have enjoyed or expect to enjoy (mostly the latter), all from Japanese authors or, in a few cases, scholars of Japan. Note: I have not listed every book by these authors, but only the ones that I want to read/reread the most. * Natsume Sōseki (1867-1916) - Botchan (1906) / Cohn translation, Penguin Classics, 9780141391885 - Sanshirō (1908) / Rubin translation with introduction by Haruki Murakami, Penguin Classics, 9780140455625 - Kokoro (1914) / McKinney translation, Penguin Classics, 9780143106036 * Ryūnosuke Akutagawa (1892-1927) - Rashomon and Seventeen Other Stories (1914-27) / Jay Rubin translation with introduction by Haruki Murakami, Penguin Classics, 9780140449709 * Jun'ichirō Tanizaki (1886-1965) - Seven Japanese Tales (1910-59)

/ Vintage International, 9780679761075 - Naomi (1924) / Vintage International, 9780375724749 - Quicksand (1928-30)

/ Vintage Classics, 9780099485612 - Some Prefer Nettles (1929)

/ Vintage Classics, 9780099283379 - The Makioka Sisters (1943-48)

/ Vintage Classics, 9780749397104 * Yasunari Kawabata (1899-1972) - Snow Country (1935-37, 1947)

/ Vintage International, 9780679761044 - The Master of Go (1951)

/ Vintage, 9780679761068 - The Sound of the Mountain (1954)

/ Seidensticker translation, Vintage International, 9780679762645 - House of the Sleeping Beauties and Other Stories

/ Vintage International, 9780525434139

- Beauty and Sadness (1964)

/ Vintage, 9780679761051

- Palm-of-the-Hand Stories (1923-64)

/ FSG Classics, 9780374530495

* Osamu Dazai (1909-48) - No Longer Human (1948)

/ Keene translation, New Directions, 9780811204811 * Yasushi Inoue (1907-91) - Life of a Counterfeiter (1965)

/ Emmerich translation, Pushkin Press, 9781782270027 * Kōbō Abe (1924-93) - The Woman in the Dunes (1962)

/ Saunders translation, Vintage International, 9780679733782 - The Face of Another (1964)

/ Saunders translation, Vintage International, 9780375726538 - The Ruined Map (1967)

/ Saunders translation, Vintage International, 9780375726521 - The Box Man (1973)

/ Saunders translation, Vintage International, 9780375726514 * Yukio Mishima (1925-70) - Death in Midsummer: And Other Stories (1953)

/ New Directions, 9780811201179 - The Temple of the Golden Pavilion (1956)

/ Morris translation, Vintage Classics, 9780099285670

- After the Banquet (1960)

/ Keene translation, 9780099282785 - The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea (1963)

/ Nathan translation, Vintage Classics, 9780099284796 - The Sea of Fertility tetralogy (written 1965-70): 1. Spring Snow (1965)

/ Gallagher translation, Vintage International, 9780679722410 2. Runaway Horses (1969)

/ Gallagher translation, Vintage International, 9780679722403 3. The Temple of Dawn (1970)

/ Saunders and Segawa Seigle translation, Vintage International, 9780679722427 4. The Decay of the Angel (1971)

/ Seidensticker translation, Vintage International, 9780679722434 See also: Persona: A Biography of Yukio Mishima, by Naoki Inose

/ Stone Bridge Press, 9781611720082 * Kenzaburō Ōe (1935- ) - A Personal Matter (1965)

/ Nathan translation, Grove Press, 9780802150615 - The Silent Cry (1967)

/ Bester translation, Serpent's Tail Classics, 9781781255650 * Haruki Murakami (1949- ) Novels: - Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World (1985)

/ Birnbaum translation, Vintage, 9780099448785 - Norwegian Wood (1987)

/ Rubin translation, Vintage, 9780099448822 - The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (1994-5)

/ Rubin translation, Vintage International, 9780679775430 - Kafka on the Shore (2002)

/ Gabriel translation, Vintage International, 9781400079278 - After Dark (2004)

/ Rubin translation, Vintage, 9780099520863 - 1Q84 (2009-10)

/ Rubin and Gabriel translation, Vintage, 9780099578079 - Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Endless Pilgrimage (2013) / Gabriel translation, Vintage, 9780099590378 Short story collections: - The Elephant Vanishes (17 stories, 1980-91)

/ Vintage, 9780099448754 - Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman (24 stories, 1980-2005)

/ Vintage, Gabriel and Rubin translation, 9780099512820 - Birthday Stories (2002) (an anthology of stories featuring birthdays, by various authors including Raymond Carver, David Foster Wallace, and Murakami himself)

/ Vintage, 9780099481553 - Men Without Women (7 stories, 2013-14)

/ Gabriel and Goossen translation, Vintage, 9781101974520 See also: 

Haruki Murakami: A Long, Long Interview, by Mieko Kawakami [coming soon]

* Ryū Murakami (1952- ) - Almost Transparent Blue (1976)

/ out of print?

- Coin Locker Babies (1980)

/ Pushkin Press, 9781908968470 - 69 (1987)

/ Pushkin Press, 9781908968463 - Audition (1997)

/ Bloomsbury, 9781408800720 * Banana Yoshimoto (1964- ) - Kitchen (1988)

/ Backus translation, Faber & Faber, 9780571342723 - Goodbye Tsugumi (1989)

/ Emmerich translation, Faber & Faber, 9780571212842 - Asleep (1989)

/ Emmerich translation, Faber & Faber, 9780571205370 - Lizard (1993)

/ Sherif translation, Simon & Schuster, 9780671532765 - Amrita (1994) / Faber & Faber, 9780571193745 - Moshi-Moshi (2010)

/ Asa Yoneda translation, Counterpoint, 9781640090156

* Hiromi Kawakami (1958- ) - Strange Weather in Tokyo (2001)

/ Powell translation, Counterpoint, 9781640090163 - The Ten Loves of Nishino (2003)

/ Powell translation, Granta, 9781846276972 * Yōko Ogawa (1962- ) - The Diving Pool: Three Novellas (1990) 

/ Vintage, 9780099521358

- Revenge: Eleven Dark Tales (1998) 

/ Vintage, 9780099553939

- The Housekeeper and the Professor (2008)

/ Vintage, 9780099521341 * Mieko Kawakami (1976- ) - Ms. Ice Sandwich (2018)

/ Pushkin Press, 9781782273301 * Sayaka Murata (1979- ) - Convenience Store Woman (2018)

/ Granta, 9781846276842 * Yukiko Motoya (1979- ) - The Lonesome Bodybuilder (2018) 

/ Asa Yoneda translation, Soft Skull Press, 9781593766788

* - The Penguin Book of Japanese Short Stories (2018) / Edited by Jay Rubin, Penguin Classics, 9780241311905 * * Possible contexts for some of the works listed above: * * Murasaki Shikibu (Lady Murasaki) (c. 973 or 978-1014 or 1031) - The Tale of Genji (<1021) / Waley translation, Tuttle, 9784805310816 See also: - The Tale of Genji: A Reader’s Guide, by William J. Puette

/ Tuttle, 9784805310847 * Miyamoto Musashi (1584-1645) - The Book of Five Rings (1645) / Bennett translation, Tuttle, [paperback coming soon] * Yamamoto Tsunetomo (1659-1719) - Hagakure (1716) / Bennett translation, Tuttle, 9784805311981

* Nitobe Inazō (1862-1933) - Bushido: The Soul of Japan (1900) / Bennett translation, Tuttle, [paperback coming soon] * Lafcadio Hearn (1850-1904) - Japanese Ghost Stories

/ Penguin Classics, 9780241381274 * D. T. Suzuki (1870-1966) - An Introduction to Zen Buddhism (1934)

/ Grove Press, 9780802130556 * Eugene Herrigel (1884-1955) - Zen in the Art of Archery (1948) / Vintage, 9780375705090 * Shunryū Suzuki (1904-71) - Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind (1970)

/ Shambhala, 9781590308493 * Boye Lafayette De Mente - Etiquette Guide to Japan: Know the Rules that Make the Difference!

/ Tuttle, 9784805313619 - Japan: A Guide to Traditions, Customs and Etiquette: Kata as the Key to Understanding the Japanese

/ Tuttle, 9784805314425 * Roger J. Davies - The Japanese Mind: Understanding Contemporary Japanese Culture

/ Tuttle, 9780804832953 - Japanese Culture: The Religious and Philosophical Foundations

/ Tuttle, 9784805311639

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Have you read any of these titles? What did you think?

- RL

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