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⟴ Mob Psycho 100 Prompts ⬲

From the anime Mob Psycho 100

“People need other people.”

“I came here to save someone.” 

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Go back to sleep.” 

“Brute strength, bitch!”

“It doesn’t matter what you do, you can never defeat me!”

“I do have feelings.”

“Get a clue already.”

“I’m the protagonist of my own life.”

“By the way, I’m a psychic.”

“You’d never understand!”

“When things go south, it’s okay to run away!”

“Listen. Just because you have these psychic powers and abilities, it doesn’t mean you’re any less of a human than anyone else.”

“You might not believe me, but I really don’t want to hurt you.”

“Those who don’t understand the feelings of others…Oh, what’s the point. Some people have to learn the hard way.”

“Just having powers doesn’t mean everything works out for you.”

“Did some stray gorillas wander in?”

“Stop hurting him, please!”

“It might be hard for you to admit, but you have to know you’re wrong.”

“Con artists are really terrible people.” 

“I don’t have what it takes to show you a new path to follow in life. Sorry.”

“You’re not supposed to use psychic powers against other people.”

“I’ll teach you to underestimate my power!””

“You gave us courage, and that isn’t something someone can crush that easily!”

“He’s…the same as me.”

“You’re going to die a horrible death.”

“He doesn’t spread salt around, or use a chant, or anything?”

“I don’t know how to use X-Ray, you pervert.”

“How about I send your master to the hospital!”

“My boy, there’s no one that can beat me at rock, paper, scissors.”

“Stop staring at her, it’s creepy.”

“Look, I seriously give up this time. I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

“By the way, are you broadcasting this on TV? It’d be awesome for this to end up as a breaking news story!”

“In a situation like this, just use your damn powers!”

“No, I’m done. I hate to admit it, but I’m just not strong enough.”

“Only in the darkest depths of fear, does courage truly shine.”

“For once in my life, I’m trying to be courageous!” 

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barrika-dark

The other calling out to Piers caused him to turn and look. Normally, Milo was one of the cheeriest folks around, smiling pleasantly, but today he seemed a little… off. Of course, he couldn’t deny a request like that. He saw it as a cry for help, no matter how small his voice was in that moment.

“Yeah, sure,” he agreed, walking over to the farmer. “Do y’need t’talk t’me ‘bout somethin’?”

He figured that a more neutral approach would be appropriate. If Milo wanted to tell him what was wrong, he was more than welcome. But at the same time, if he needed a distraction from whatever was on his mind, Piers was ready to help with that too.

It’s impulse, really, that makes him call out to Piers.

All day, despite the worry and stress beating itself against the inside of his skull like a dazed Cutiefly, he’s been trying to keep his chin up. He’s gone through the day as normal -- accept Gym challenges, make sure the Wooloo are happy and healthy, have an exhibition match -- with the idea that if he doesn’t let on that anything is wrong, he won’t have to think too much about it. No matter how tied up in knots his stomach has felt, he’s been trying to keep himself busy, keep a smile on his face.

Judging by the worried look in Piers’s eyes, he hasn’t been doing a very good job of it.

“If it’s not too much trouble,” he murmurs, eyes low. He already feels like he’s wasting Piers’s time -- goodness knows the poor bloke has a lot on his plate to begin with, and the last thing he wants is to add to that. “It’s no problem if you’ve already got a lot on -- I’m alright, really.”

I will be, at least. I hope I will be.

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barrika-dark

Piers turned at the sound of the familiar voice, surprised but not spooked. Out of anyone who could have walked in on his little music session, he had expected it to be the farmer. He gave him a small wave and smile, leaning back on the wall as he held his guitar to his chest.

“A'ight, Milo?” he replies, returning the greeting verbally once Milo was closer. “Enjoy that lil private performance?”

He assumed that Milo had heard his singing. What else would have brought the other gym leader to him? Whilst it had mostly been for himself this time, he did hope that he liked it… He wasn’t sure what sort of music taste Milo had, however.

Milo grins at Piers, his smile as broad and bright as the sunlight. He’s a little embarrassed now that he didn’t greet him earlier, but no matter.

“Yeah, I caught a bit of it,” he replies, straightening his hat on his head. “I was just passing through, and I happened to overhear you -- your singing’s lovely.”

Internally, he’s cringing at himself. Of course his singing is lovely, Milo, you absolute idiot, he’s a professional singer, he’s not going to sound like a Corviknight with a sore throat. What he really means by his comment -- although it’s not something he can immediately come right out and say -- is that he’s never heard Piers sing so softly before. And as unexpected as it is to see him detached by the sharp, brash sounds and faded neon light of Spikemuth, it’s far from unpleasant.

In fact, he realises, it’s really quite beautiful.

By now, he’s right by Piers, a couple of feet away from him, still standing awkwardly. “Er, mind if I sit down?”

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He chuckles softly to himself. There goes Melony again. He’s long known how nurturing a person she is; he fondly recalls her checking in on him and Gordie every half an hour when he stayed round Gordie’s house as a teenager, and that hasn’t changed a bit. Even now, after League meetings and the like, she rarely leaves without giving him a perfume-y hug and asking him how he’s been doing.

His own parents have never been bad, per se -- in fact, he’s very close with them, and he’s glad they raised him -- but there’s some things he’d be more comfortable talking to about with Melony than them. A bit ironic, he muses, considering the tiff she had with her actual son revolved around communication -- or rather, lack thereof.

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Seasonal Aesthetics ;

WINTER.      

a chill right down to the bones.   tobogganing.   teeth chattering.  sleeping all day.  sitting by the fireplace.    spending time with family.   layered clothing.    seeing another’s breath.   loving the cold.   a state of inactivity.    cold hands.   blistering winds shaking the closed windows.   a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.    cable knit socks.   a bitter remark.  a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold.   full length windows to peer out of.   pale skin.   deep conversations. watching the snow fall.   sharp  edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store.   a wild snow storm.   melancholy.   lighting candles around the bathtub.   snow globes.   expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words.   the softest of blankets.   liking, but not loving something or someone.

SPRING.    

the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes.   cherry blossoms.   bright mornings.  the first sign of hope.   the relief of finding something you lost.   paris in the spring.    birds chirping.  the art of growing.   a kiss on the cheek.    the clap of thunder.    a tornado in the valley.  smiling at a stranger. planning.   saccharine pinks.   making promises.   trying something new.   hugs when you need them most.   a bee sting.    sitting on the steps of the met.  coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.   picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.  that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time.   going to the gym/training at ungodly hours.   excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself.   rain boots.

SUMMER.    

lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again.   melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin.   fireworks.   the feeling of never wanting something to end.   beach days.   the lone blow up floaty left in the pool.    drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.   music blasting at 3am, loud and proud.     palms trees on sunset boulevard.   longer days and shorter nights.   wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles.   road trips. blood orange sunsets.  leaving the laundry to hang outside.   flowers in bloom.   sneaking out of your room late at night.   pure contentment.    barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on.   the sound of the ocean in a seashell.   freshly squeezed lemonade.   loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool.   sunflowers.   the hazy pink before dusk.  relaxation.

FALL.    

the leaves changing colors.    a heavy backpack.   the smell of old books.  eating until you’re stuffed.   deep, dark woods.   the silence in loudness. abandoned houses.   ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet.  feeling like you’ve been somewhere before.    sitting at a bay window.   having endless amount of work.   charcoal drawings.   screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.  pumpkin patches.    creaky floorboards.   accepting that some things do have to change.  museums.     small talk. being ignored.    procrastinating.    a door slamming shut.   going to bed early.   baking pies.   the fear of walking alone in the dark.   feeling  completely and terribly lost.   a twig snapping. crisp, cool days.  belly laughter after crying.    converse.   foggy mornings at the shoreline.    writing a daily entry in a journal.  a lonely day.

tagged by: @barrika-dark​ (i am so sorry this took ten years to do) tagging: you!

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“He calls it a stubborn streak, but is it really just a streak if it’s so big?”

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hello tumblr is not letting me post on my mo blog for some godforsaken reason but i just want you all to know i am alive i just have animal crossing disease

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sorry i’ve been quiet here lately! browser tab separator thing broke again, have work to do, animal crossing owns my ass, etc. i love you all and ill try to be more active soon

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KISSING  MEME  PROMPTS:

kiss  prompts  for  starters  and/or  drabbles.  feel  free  to  make  changes  as  you  see  fit.  enjoy  ! <3

hand  kiss.

cheek  kiss.

neck  kiss.

back  kiss.

forehead  kiss.

ear  kiss.

nose  kiss.

shy  kiss.

happy  kiss.

surprise  kiss.

angry  kiss.

crying  kiss.

rough  kiss

soft  kiss.

quick  kiss.

platonic  kiss.

jealous  kiss.

first  kiss.

clumsy  kiss.

blown  kiss.

awkward  kiss.

drunk  kiss.

bloody  kiss.

sensual  kiss.

dying  kiss.

secret  kiss.

teasing  kiss.

against  the  wall  kiss.

before  bed ��kiss.

uninterested  kiss.

goodbye  kiss.

‘i’m  sorry’  kiss.

‘i  missed  you’  kiss.

‘good  morning’  kiss.

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@gigekitanzan​ asked: 🎉Their least favourite holiday/occasion.

your muse’s least favourites | open

Having a reasonably solid relationship with his family, and thus pretty good memories associated with most of them, Milo generally likes most holidays.

The one exception -- and, admittedly, it’s exclusive to Galar for the most part -- is Bonfire Night. Every year, Wooloo get horribly startled by the fireworks -- which certainly doesn’t help by all the Yamper also getting riled up at the noise and barking like mad -- and end up running into trouble. Some of these issues are pretty benign, like one of them getting into the next field over or so, while some are... less so. 

He’s seen some pretty upsetting things while working as a farmer, and a good few of them have cropped up thanks to the 5th of November. It’s to the point that fireworks get his hackles up a bit.

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barrika-dark

Unaware of Milo listening to him from a distance, Piers continued to sing. It was amazing how music brought out his more emotional side, his melodious voice carrying the lyrics. The peaceful nature of the environment around him allowed him to relax properly, something he rarely got to do.

After he had finished the song he had been playing, he still continued to hum to himself, plucking at the guitar strings. The atmosphere of the fields had put him in a good mood, both generally and musically. Piers hadn’t noticed Milo at all, as he had been too caught up in his music to listen for any foot falls.

He pondered if he should get up and go back to Spikemuth… but the warm sun on his skin and the gentle breeze through his hair was so welcoming. It wouldn’t hurt if he stayed out here for a little longer, right? It wasn’t as if anyone else was around to see him…

God, Piers’s voice is beautiful. Milo’s never really listened to his music -- it’s a little too loud and brash for him, and he’s not a big music person to begin with -- but listening to his soaring vocals strikes something in him he’s never really felt before. This must be how music sounds to people who really love it, he muses.

A thought sneaks into his head -- both of you in your room, him sat on your bed, your head resting on his shoulder as he plays -- and he flushes a little, readjusts his scarf.

When the last notes of the song fade into Piers’s soft humming, Milo decides to go over and talk to him. He figures that staying there and watching him for any longer would just be too weird. Besides, it’s nice to say hi. 

Making his way over, he calls out a greeting. “Alright, Piers?” 

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gigekitanzan 

Gordie can’t particularly tell what’s making him want to leave the most. Is it the fact he has to be in a room with Melony, who’s making sure not to address him– despite the fact they both look after Chirchester– or is it down to the fact he hasn’t moved much in the last hour, and he hates it? Hell, it’s not even like he needs to be here if Melony’s taking over talking about Chirchester. If anything, it’ll just start another argument– that could get us out of here if this doesn’t work.

When Milo points out they’ve already overrun, he sighs a little sharply– hopefully nobody heard that– and thinks for a moment. If he gets a confidence burst, he could just mention to the Chairman that they’ve overrun– but he might risk Melony making some kind of quip about it. For now, he’s just hoping that someone else takes note and mentions it.

“Good idea.” Will someone end up catching them about the fact they’re leaving during a somewhat important meeting? Probably. Does Gordie care? Not particularly. If anything, Sascha will probably tell Gordie exactly what Melony has to say about him skiving, but who’s he to care? It’s not like there’s anything going on that needs him, clearly.

The grin on Milo’s face is enough to give Gordie the confidence to mention the fact they’ve overrun. He clears his throat loudly, turning his attention across to the Chairman. “While I’m sure the topic at hand has us all riveted, Chairman, we’ve overrun our break. I’d quite like to take it.”

Gordie makes a minor indication to Milo to back him up– just by fleetingly touching his leg somewhat.

The Chairman’s startled by this revelation, giving his apologies to them all and dismissing them all for ten or so minutes. The way everyone sighs and stretches means it hasn’t escaped their attention, either -- they were just too Galarian to point it out, Milo included.

The feeling of Gordie’s hand on his leg sends a little rush of electricity through him, and he stands, giving Rose an apologetic grin. “If it’s not too much of a problem, can we go out and grab some coffee a moment? I understand if not, but I’m a bit parched, and I don’t have a drink.” This isn’t untrue -- the carafe of water on the table ran out an hour ago, and he’s been talking quite a lot -- but he still feels a prickle of guilt at the half-lie.

At the Chairman’s go-ahead, he gives a bright “Thank you! See you all in a bit!” and begins to make his way out of the room, hoping Gordie will follow. Act natural. Act calm. Act like you’re not about to ditch a league meeting to hang out with the love of your life. He keeps walking, waiting for them to round a corner away from the conference room.

Turning to Gordie, he gives him a slightly wobbly grin. “Come on. We need to make it out of here without being spotted. Shouldn’t be too hard, but...”

He laughs, a little giddy. “I can’t believe we did that. I can’t bloody believe we just did that!”

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@joltemun​ asked: ☀️

your muse’s least favourites | open  ⤷ ☀️ Their least favorite weather/season

Being a farmer (he would say part-time, but he needs to work at all kinds of hours more or less every day, so that doesn’t feel right), Milo can weather a lot of different environments. He even likes the rain -- light mist to torrential downpour -- with one exception; he hates that clingy, irritating drizzle that can’t decide whether it’s proper rain or not.

In terms of seasons, he’s taken a dislike to winter. Everything is cold and dead and quiet, and there’s not enough for him to do on the farm, and the Wooloo get stuck in snowdrifts or put their foot through frozen rivers, and he has to wear long sleeves and sweaters that make him feel stifled and itchy. When he runs out of things to do, and it’s an off day at the Gym, he finds himself wandering restlessly around Turffield or looking out of the window of his living room, waiting for the first snowdrops to appear.

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Your Muses’ Least Favorites!

I’ve seen a lot of these with favorites or things muses like, so I thought I’d do an ask meme for things they dislike!

👿 A person they can’t stand.

👤 A personality trait/type they dislike.

💔 A deal-breaker in relationships.

🐍 An animal they dislike/fear.

🍞 Their least favorite food.

🍷 Their least favorite beverage.

☀️ Their least favorite weather/season.

🎉 Their least favorite holiday/occasion.

🏀 Their least favorite sport/activity.

🎧 Their least favorite musician.

🎹 Their least favorite music genre.

🎸 Their least favorite songs.

🎨 Their least favorite kind/genre of art.

🎬 Their least favorite movie/movie genre.

📚 Their least favorite book/book genre.

✈️ A location they never want to visit.

🔪 Their biggest fear.

💨 Any other pet peeve/dislikes not mentioned above.

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destinycaught:

❝ Oh, there isn’t a comforting word in that sentence. Was it Piers? I would imagine it was Piers. ❞

He’s not usually one to name names, but... “Yeah. Yeah, it was Piers.”

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[:screams into the void: She’s here.]

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“Did one of you lot just... put strawberries on a pizza?

“’m not one to judge other people’s taste in food, but that’s absolutely awful. Strawberries are out of season, too...”