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I’m either going to regret this or have fun with it. We’ll find out soon enough. 

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Chapter 1

The sound of blaring car horns was the first thing Yayoi heard.

What followed soon after could have only been a slew of insults from angry drivers, directed at whoever or whatever had caused the traffic to stop. She couldn't quite make out what was being said, but it didn't really matter because her focus was placed elsewhere.

Minding the ache she felt from the back of her head, Yayoi carefully sat up. Nothing was broken, which was a miracle, considering she had landed on concrete. Although there would be soreness in the next couple of days, that's a given. Rotten onion filtered into her nostrils as Yayoi pressed a hand to her nose to stop the intrusive scent. Taking a proper look around, it dawned on her that her landing spot was next to garbage cans behind a building.

"I hope I wasn't here too long..."

She muttered worriedly, preparing to check any orders on her skin.

Well, she was about to, before a gruff older voice stopped her mid-sniff.

"Hey! Watcha doin' sitting around the trash!?"

Yayoi jumped to her feet at the question, startled by the person's mildly annoyed tone. Ignoring the small head rush and ache of standing too quickly, she whirled around to explain herself.

The sentence never made it out. Rather, a surprised yelp replaced it as wide eyes stared at a pig. A pig MAN!

Yayoi had seen a fair share of talking creatures before, but never so casually out in the open like this. Was she trapped in a place where only walking man beasts existed?!

The strange pig man didn't take too kindly to the girl's dubious staring. He wasn't some creep. Crossing his arms, he called to her again with greater annoyance.

"What's yer problem? Ain't never seen a pig before? Just tell me why you're snooping around the back of my shop and in the garbage!"

Yayoi tried explaining herself

and

That's as far as I got.

Wrote this when my Monkie Kid high was going strong, and I wanted Yayoi to meet one of her favorite storybook characters (Sun Wukong)!

Clearly that high is over.

I might not pick up this story again, but I'll let it have its small audience.

From 3/9/2022!

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I decided to go through with it after all, and so far, I'm loving how I can notice certain details that will be important later on.

I wasn't around on tumblr when Ankko week was a thing, but I heard about it, and I think I read fics based on prompts. Events like that sound fun!

Thanks for the tip, I will definitely be looking into the tag.

A friend started watching LWA, and that began a trail of reminiscing over Andrew and Akko's relationship and they are just so darn cute.

I love them. I miss them. I should write for them. I did at one point, but that fic has been left in the dust.

But boy, I should rewatch the whole series. It's so rich. I have thoughts!

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A friend started watching LWA, and that began a trail of reminiscing over Andrew and Akko's relationship and they are just so darn cute.

I love them. I miss them. I should write for them. I did at one point, but that fic has been left in the dust.

But boy, I should rewatch the whole series. It's so rich. I have thoughts!

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At her core, Toga Himiko was a teenager. Much like a teenager, she fancied doing whatever involved cute things and being in the presence of like-minded company, preferably of the female gender. 

In short, girl time. 

I'll spare you all the boring details as to why I rarely experienced any 'girl time' myself during my formative years. What I can say though, is Toga took issue with this information and made quick work to rectify it, in-spite of my mild protests. After much pleading, and a thinly veiled threat of drinking my blood while sleeping, I caved, letting her drag me along to a backroom of the hideout. It had a large enough mirror in the center of the vanity, with a chair standing idly in a corner. 

"Why didn't you use the bathroom?" I asked, unsure of the spot. "The lighting is better in there."

Her small grin was bordering on apologetic but it was overshadowed with enthusiasm. "Yeah, I know, but this room has a bigger space! Besides," it was then she pulled a box from seemingly nowhere, filled to the brim with accessories and hair supplies. "This room has extra plugs and I'm sure I could get a lamp in here. We should be fine."

Well, I couldn't argue with that, now could I?

Soon the vanity was filled with all manner of make-up, hair ties, and creams, to name a few items. True to her word, she found a lamp to brighten up the place and a stool for her to sit on. Toga waggled her fingers as her hand hovered the many choices before her, a wordless tune falling from her lips. Watching, I silently hoped she wouldn't go for make-up first. I'd only tried wearing eye shadow once when I was twelve and spent the whole day rubbing at it. My mother had chosen a color to match my skin tone, so it wasn't terribly noticeable when I ruined it. In my defense though, it was heavy and itched and being that I never wore anything on my face, I kept forgetting about it until I touched my eyelids. 

Toga might understand if I told her to avoid painting my face. After all, she wasn't the type to force anything on anyone. By the same token, she might pout and insist I do it just this once, a small powder to the cheeks or apply lipgloss or a whole routine. Our eyes met in the mirror. She grinned wide like the giddy school girl she was and I resigned myself to doing whatever she asked of me. 

Only for today, of course! 

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Just woke up from a dream about Smile Precure meets action movie plotline.

Ok, well, the dream kinda started out as some secret new episodes/season got dropped online, and I stumbled upon it, and I was hype. Super hype!

The one I began watching first, though, was when Toyoshima (boy from the fashion show episode) was demonstrating his knowledge on trees? Or plants? Or something?? And the girls and people around him were very surprised he knew all of that.

Miyuki, of course, chimes in about wanting to see some of those really nice sights in other places, and this boy, acting like a tsundere, mumbles something about taking her there if she really wants to...

Looking away and his hands stuffed in his pockets. So what I said? Tsundere.

Miyuki is ecstatic and a little touched, while her friends are like EHHHH!? DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!?

He claims it's not a date but everybody knows it's a date.

Here's where my dream goes off the rails. WE SKIP THE 2D ANIMATION ALL TOGETHER, and we are now in a 3D/ real-world house of some kind of Mafia boss. They're trying to find the secrets to an ancient power, and they are also keeping someone hostage and guarding them so that they don't go free.

Yeah, don't ask me why any of this was in my head. Sleeping in always leaves my brain in an odd state. Go to bed early, kids!

Also, Miyuki and Toyoshima are only able to travel by way of the magic library or by means of becoming little fairies themselves? It seems the dream couldn't make up what to do.

So I guess the secret of the precure was out and he knew about it or this was just an average day for them in this world and he was going from city to city showing her foliage and flora.

There's literally a chase scene, and somebody from the mafia group just runs into a room yelling, "SIR, THERE'S 5 MIDDLE SCHOOLERS OUTSIDE WHO SET THE HOSTAGE FREE"

I don't know who the hostage is. I don't know how the girls got there. They didn't even wanna be there it was all accidental. Yet somehow they did all this and ruined somebody's plans lol.

Jump and we're in New York City with two people living under a bridge.

Miyuki is floating around somewhere with her date partner.

After that point, everything related to them ceases.

Why can't I come up with crazy plots when I'm awake and wanna write, huh!? 🗣🥺

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I really want to write something for Masaru Kusakabe. Like a redemption or reformation story following the events where he dies, except in my version, HE DOESN'T DIE

Or he can still be as he was, just a little more tolerable and less nasty to women. That wouldn't mean he's free of flaws though, since his line of work is already shady to say the least.

Maybe I won't have the typical urge to give him a love interest either, but I make no promises on that

WHY DID I LIKE THIS CHARACTER SO MUCH, he wasn't even relevant to the story...

sigh

Brand New Animal I should revisit you

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So did Wikipedia lie or does Toga actually have siblings, I was just the dummy who missed that information in my mad dash to complete the manga??

Cause if this is true, it changes my look on the family a bit AND certifies Toga as the 3rd person in the group of complicated sibling relationships (including Shigaraki and Dabi)

if it's untrue, then I am left with the choice to write something where she does, in fact, have siblings and crank up the angst factor on her already sad life—but that might be too cruel 😭

edit:

guys, IT WAS TRUEEEE

I WAS SO DUMBSTRUCK BY THIS INFORMATIONNN

[peacetheartiste]

Some folks out there:

I don't see my skin tone, ethnicity, disability (condition?), archetype represented in the x-reader spaces.

Me:

Yeah, I see that. That's understandable to feel left out.

Also me:

*doesn't drink, doesn't party, has no interest in having sex before marriage, does not have any particular skills or talents beyond the mediocre drawing, writing, and reading. Dresses a little frumpy, can't drive, limited friend circle, is pretty much a homebody who has never ventured beyond the US and is all around, rather dull. A worry wart and often lazy to do anything fun or necessary like chores*

No amount of imagination will be able to transform me enough convincingly. The character doesn't want me! 😩 And I don't know how they ever possibly will!!

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Has anyone considered writing a fic where Shigaraki is presented with the opportunity to own a dog exactly like Mon?

I don't know how well it could be woven in with his canon personality, but maybe if deep down he still harbored a soft spot for the 1 living thing he didn't have complicated history with; I imagine it would be quite a tale.

Or just sad boi hours + doggy. It's worth exploring, I think.

EDIT: WAIT, DID I WRITE THIS AND SHARE PUBLICLY ALREADY, NOW I HAVE TO CHECK I'M NOT STUCK IN A LOOP, AGH 🤯

Embarrassing

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MHA didn't come under my radar until about the second year of middle school and that's when I only watched 3 episodes.

In all that time till now, I didn't give Present Mic much attention.

Why do I find him attractive all of a sudden 🥲 what is HAPPENING?

*has the slightest temptation to look for x reader fics*

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Does anybody remember the smile precure fanfics by ZabbieQ?

Forgive me if I sound like an annoying fan who can't leave well enough alone. But every time I think about the few fics I did manage to read, it saddens me even more to know that those fics are deleted from Ao3. Perhaps not the internet, but I'm guessing the author deleted those stories for a reason.

As such, I can not do anything more but accept the decision and just be content with the memories.

There are plenty of precure fanfics out there, I just haven't found any smile ones that really entertained me as much as those did. Maybe it was feeding into my headcanons? Not to mention, some fics are just unfinished, too. I don't want to read stuff when I haven't finished a season either.

There was that 1 deviantart comic where Pop and Candy were evil for a hot minute, but I don't think that ever concluded. That was also fun.

All this to say is that I should but out what I want to see in the world, but actually writing is the one thing I avoid 😭

ALSO I feel like I wrote about this at one point in time. I'm sorry I get so repetitive lol, I truly am second dory

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I have been reading The Apothecary Diaries as of late.

In my groggy state, it was like I was envisioning pages from the manga. Or i guess i was technically asleep and still dreaming.

Anyway, these weren't pages that I've actually read yet. Meaning they weren't a part of the true story. But they looked close enough to be.

There was no beginning or end, and I was placed smack dab in the middle of a situation. I should mention, I'm at the point in the main story where Li Haku is asking MaoMao how he can buy out Pai Ling. So, he and Maomao appeared in my dream.

Blah blah, something happened to him, and she came to visit him. Inspecting his body or speculating on his injuries rather, before he stirs awake and jerks upward immediately upon seeing her face. They exchange a few words, none of which I recall, but for some reason, he's more concerned about her. He goes as far as to grab her face and pull it in close, but done in the same way one might do for a child. Why? I don't know, since in the dream she didn't really look hurt, but perhaps that was taking from the chapters I read last night (where she saved Jinshi from becoming a pancake).

Annoyed, Maomao comments something about LiHaku in her mind or maybe verbally, I'm not sure, to which he responds in that sort of "I know I'm in bad shape but I gotta check you too!" Way, and Maomao just reisgns to it. He either heard her or he took one look at her expression and put two and two together.

So here's where the dream throws me off. As per usual, she has her internal musings, and within those few seconds of examining his face and the cliche that is their situation, she unexpectedly leans in to kiss him.

(Don't look at me like that stranger. Hold your horses now, DON'T THROW TOMATOES AT ME–)

Now, why did she kiss him. It's a mystery. Even she said something about the situation, feeling weirdly carnal, like to be this close, just called for it. But I think her rationale was more along the lines of, "I have no real feelings for him, but here I am, and I could always try it just to see what it's like."

If nothing else, it was for a reaction. The thing is though, the way the 'fake manga' panels it in my dream, it indicates somewhere that Maomao was never supposed to ACTUALLY act on her thoughts, she just did and when it was over, LiHaku was just stunned like girl wth, and she was stunned too.

There was that pulling away on her end and the mental scolding I imagine she gave herself. I wanted to see where the heck this dream was going cause it was already weird, and I think both characters were definitely in the line of wondering what just happened and why it was bad

But I had to wake up and use the bathroom so it all disappeared the moment I started to register it was morning.

I apologize in advance if this makes anyone uncomfortable, especially since the manga paints these two as platonic/maybe even sibling like. I'm not trying to impose or suggest anything either, lol. I just really have no control over what my brain was thinking while I was still 😴. Maomao sounded a little unlike herself, too, especially for going in and kissing the guy.

I'm actually really tired and want to sleep again.

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"Years of love have been forgot

In the hatred of a minute."–

Edgar Allan Poe

(Me, staring at my blorbos who have relationships like this and all the angst and tragedy I could write: 🗣)

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Miss that time in my life when one internet friend (we don't talk anymore) wrote me into her story, and it was clearly self shipping with 3 characters I really liked.

Yes, it was cringe. It was glorious.

I miss that feeling 😭 At least if someone does it for you, you feel a tiny bit less like an insane person.

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"Here."

Shigaraki lends his gaze towards the small item between my fingers.

"What's that for?"

"It's chapstick! You know, for–" I pause to wag it vaguely in front of my own lips, expecting him to understand. After all, who wouldn't understand?

Unimpressed and potentially insulted, his frown deepens as he grumbles.

"I'm like this because of my quirk. Shouldn't you know that? Besides, it doesn't matter."

It's my turn to frown, although with less of an edge to my tone.

"Chapped skin is nothing to ignore. I'm just trying to be nice."

"I didn't ask you to be nice."

"Look, it's just a suggestion. Try it."

"I should count this as some form of discrimination."

"What!? No, that's not it at all! Listen–"

His finger is suddenly pointed in my direction as I flinch, worried he might be more upset than previously thought.

"Your lips aren't looking too great either."

As if by instinct, I pull my mouth into a firm line, acutely aware of the dry, flakey skin. Talk about embarrassing. I popped off the top and made quirk work to apply the chapstick before retorting.

"That was different! The weather's been bad where I live–I get freeze burn."

He scowled, turning away from me.

"Excuses. That doesn't even make sense."

"It does so! It's also temporary. You, on the other hand, need moisture."

"This is becoming weird and annoying, and if you don't drop it, that mouth of yours won't be the only dry thing."

Naturally, I would not die over something so small. But I snuck some Aquaphor into his jacket pockets when he wasn't around.

(This is a really stupid thing that came to mind simply because I am dealing with this right now 🙄 and who better to know my woes of cracked skin than Shigaraki? I didn't wanna seem too pushy, but trying to come up with scenarios, no matter how small, are tricky, and I think that boy does need a special lotion or something, lol)

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feels like fake news