#{ interaction: tsubaki }

[maruren]

Happy birthday, sensei ❤︎

I wish TSW to become more popular, because they deserve it ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

[g0rechan]

🩸Obligatory “About me” post🩸

Hi, I’m G0rechan <3 You can also call me Mima or Mili or Mil

-I’m 22 years old

-I go by She/Her/He/Him/They/Them

-I am a Pisces and an INTP-T

-Hypersexual Demiromantic

—With a preference towards women. Men don’t HMU, I don’t have time for that shit.

-Proshipper❤️/Pro-fiction/Anti-harassment

-I’m an artist and I love fashion^^ You can see my stuff on my ig and tik tok @_g0rechan_

-I am 30% American and 70% Latina, my family is from Venezuela 🇻🇪

-My favorite animes are Shoujo Tsubaki, Perfect blue, The curse of Kazuo Umezu, Belladonna of sadness, Paranoia Agent, and Kite 1998

-Favorite movies: Heathers, Joker (2019), American Psycho, Requiem for a dream, Kids (1995), Gummo, Thirteen, Little shop of horrors, Grease, Welcome to the dollhouse, Valerie and her week of wonders, Female trouble, Matilda, Superbad, Carrie (1976), and Caligula (1979)

-Currently watching: 1001 nights and Cleopatra (1970) Osamu Tezuka is the best^^

-Currently reading: LA blue girl, Berserk, the rose of Versailles, Souichi, Bizenghast, Black Butler, and the 120 days of Sodom

-My favorite video games: Bully, Cuphead, the Dead rising series, the Silent hill series, The Devil May cry series, GTA V, Dead space, Crash bandicoot, and Assassin’s Creed Unity

-Favorite artists: Guns N’ Roses, Quiet Riot, AC/DC, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Nirvana, The Doors, Eminem, Limp Bizkit, Ice Spice, Tupac, Marina, Jazmin Bean, Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, Nicole Dollanganger, Zheani

-I RB a lot of gore. Most of it is either gore in art/anime, anatomy, or fake irl gore. I will never, however, rb torture/mutilation of real people or real animal gore. I just find that disrespectful and distasteful.

-Favorite aesthetics: Princesscore, Y2K, 90s grunge, Jirai kei, Bimbocore, Coquette, Kinderwhore, Vampirecore, Angura Kei, Harajuku Kei, Dai nippon gothic, Morute, Royalcore, Rococo, 60s mod, 70s, 80s hard rock, Retro Japan, retro anything tbh lol

-DNI 🚫 Minors, Anti-shippers, Anti-kink, Conservatives, TERFs, SWERFs, P3d0s, Z00philes, Anti-feminists, Anti-LGBTQIA+, Racists, Ableists, Pro-@na blogs, and/or if you support the Israeli government or Autism speaks.

-I also make original characters and art every now and then, My stuff is not meant for a mainstream audience…

I will probably add more to this…

Thank you and have a good night 🐁🍓🍰💫🔪

[christine-ye]

Takayuki Tsubaki (Kenzaki/Kamen Rider Blade) responded back to me (on his VTuber account) wishing him a happy birthday on Twitter... please excuse me while I ascend to heaven /pos

[acediathemelancholy]

I was looking for something in the early chapters and found this in chapter 3. After seeing Kuro defend Mahiru, Tsubaki laments that he’s the only servamp without an eve now. And then I realized that Tsubaki doesn’t know that Pride Pair’s contract was fake. The way that this panel is framed seems like this line was his own personal vent rather than an attempt to misdirect Mahiru about people he could not have known yet.

It’s possible that Tsubaki may not see Hugh’s betrayal coming, or even if he expects the betrayal, Hugh’s lack of an actual contract item or eve might be a problem for him. 

[worlds-4th-best-dad]

Takao: So, what have you been up to over the weekend? Tsubaki: Um... I downloaded Death Forest 3 off Limewire. Takao: Oh, I see. Is that a movie? I’m not familiar with the first two Death Forests. Tsubaki: It is. Takao: Right. Are you liking it so far? Tsubaki: It’s alright. Takao: Well, hopefully they could play it for the school festival, if it’s school appropriate. Tsubaki: Yes, if I’m even going. Takao: Now, you wouldn’t be having trouble fitting in, would you? Tsubaki: Excuse me? Takao: It’s just that smoking habit of your might leave a smell that could put everyone off. Tsubaki: I really don’t think it puts anyone off. Takao: Well, in any event, if you ever need to change to get the smell off, you’re always welcome to use my office. Tsubaki: Why wouldn’t I just use the locker room? Takao: The gym teachers would catch that smell and bombard you with questions. Though, in my office, it would be our little secret. Middle school can be very hard, so it helps to have an adult who really understands you. Tsubaki: Of course, yes, uh... So, is that it? Takao, with a murderous glint in his eyes: Now, you’re not trying to get rid of me, are you? Tsubaki: W-why would I ever want to do that? Takao, seemingly back to normal: Just playing around, but before I go, I just need to remind you of the school’s dress code once again. Tsubaki: What about it? Takao, while menacingly approaching Tsubaki with murderous intent: I see your top has a few infractions. Tsubaki, nervously: I-It does...? Kosaka: *kicks Yuki over* Loser! Yuki: Hey, what’s that for?? Kosaka: For playing with your little flip-phone in front of me, you fuckin’ nerd! Yuki: I already told you, it’s called my diary! Kosaka: I’m gonna call your mom and tell her “sorry” she’ll never have grandkids. Yuki: Wha- No! Don’t kick me down there! Kosaka: I don’t need to, ‘cause the more dart trivia you know, the less girls wanna date you! And you know a whole lotta dart trivia, don’t you Amano? Yuki: M-moreso the comprehensive rules and regulations of the game. Kosaka: You are gonna fuck so many kids in your 30’s. Yuki: How does playing darts and writing a diary make me a child molester, huh?! Kosaka: That’s like asking, “how does heroin make you a drug addict?” Yuki: I’m getting real tired of you picking on me! It won’t be so fun when the shoe’s on the other foot! Kosaka: Are you threatening me...? Are you threatening me while wearing two jackets?! Yuki: Well, um, uh... Kosaka: I’ll take the gun you’re saving for the popular kids and blow your fuckin’ brains out! Takao: Alright, that is quite enough, Kosaka! Kosaka: What, what’d I do?! Takao: What I’ve heard in your verbal attack on Amano is very troubling and downright heinous! Yuki: Yeah, you forgot everything they said in the bullying assembly. Kosaka: Yeah, those work. Takao: Confronted by a teacher and not even an ounce of remorse? This is how Virginia Tech happened, Kosaka. Kosaka: ...Wait, do you mean he’s doing the shooting? ‘Cause you should probably talk to him then. Takao: Go to class, Amano. I’ll deal with this troublemaker myself. Yuki: Thanks, you’ve always had the backs of us students. Takao: This is mandatory counseling, Kosaka! You will be in my office everyday for the rest of the year until you show improvement! Kosaka: Fuckin’ everyday?! For how long?? Takao: You’ll be excused from your classes for one hour. This used to be my break time, but now I’ll be seeing you in my office 9AM sharp starting tomorrow. Is that clear? Kosaka: Dude that’s so early! Takao: Is. That. Clear?! Kosaka: Sure, whatever... Takao: Now, off to class, both of you! Kosaka: How was that rest of the year punishment...?! Tsubaki: Um... What did Yukiteru do? Kosaka: Nothing. Tsubaki: Wait, then why did you-- Kosaka: You can smoke by yourself again, right? Tsubaki: ...That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me. Kosaka: ...That’s kinda sad.

[kiwi-the-servamp-addict]

Digital Sv artdump cuz I'm silly..

I gave Mikuni and Misono an older brother that was born out of wedlock before Mikado married Kiriko bc I'm Mikados hater his name is Mikoto and he's banging Lily and he works for C3 that's all I got for bro

Also Mikuni hates him bc he looks like Mikado but Mikoto is like "lil bro :(" and Misono loves him

Uh. Worshuu. I miss drawing them. (This was made a few months back)

My subclass ocs Jonathan (not the eve from the Alt au that Ky made) and Irene being a silly couple and him learning sign language for her bc he loves her dearly

"Irene! I learned something! I love you!" "...!" "I-Irene!? Did I do it wrong??"

That time I made Kuro into a bad bitch like a year or two back and then drew everyone else as girls but then changed it to just Kuro being a bad bitch

Ky's subclass oc where he was originally Freyas subclass but then Ky made an au where he's human and Tsurugi adopts him and he's a single father (not for long as we can see) and his name is Lee and I love him dearly (thank you Ky for creating the silly.)

Um! Ildio sketch! That's colored! From like- a while back! There is no context because I do not remember the context!

Tsubaki and Sakuya was that scene w Geto and Gojo where they break up at kfc bc they're very satosugu coded to me (also I gave Tsubaki makeup kinda and gave Sakuya the raccoon tail streak and piercings)

[urfavisproship]

Tokkuriji Muchisute from Shoujo Tsubaki is proship!

Antis DNI

[kitzuneplayz]

Tsubaki would like to say something to you :)

[yuriko-mukami]

A Continuation of This Interaction

with @diabolik-miss-love-rp

Yuriko watched Tsubaki carefully, trying to understand the girl's reaction. It was clear that the thought of having feelings for the Sakamaki boy was disturbing for Tsubaki. Still, Yuriko didn't think there was much that could be done about it.

"I guess... You can try to focus on something else than him... but that might be tough. Isn't there a way for you to finish your task and still be with him?"

Is love really a weakness? Does it make me weak that I love Ruki...

Nibbling her bottom lip, Yuriko pondered for quite a while.

"Umh... I actually think that love makes us strong. We are ready to go through a great deal of trouble to make sure our loved one is well."

Yuriko blinked. She was not beautiful... more like just a normal girl with average looks.

"I was... Well... I had bad experiences. So I didn't want to fall in love with anyone... but Ruki still managed to capture my heart. I couldn't prevent that."

Yuriko sighed. "But it might be different for you... but... well... usually it's better to accept your feelings."

Though Yuriko had to admit that loving someone like Sakamaki Ayato sounded actually dangerous...

"I'm sorry... I'm not sure what to do..."

[kawoshinlighter]

Introducing myself 🤠✌️✨

I’m Casey (23, they/them), im a non-binary AuDHDer, I work with flowers and I make art.

my special interests are neon genesis evangelion, soul eater, and what we do in the shadows!

Hoping to summon other autistic people with shared special interests :)

here’s my most recent painting, thanks for stopping by

(pls don’t repost the painting!!!)

[jaakunxkaze]

{If there ever a point in time when Tsubaki has to unmask herself in my Poto verse, I can 100% say that without her mask on she is a beauty because she takes good care of her skin and the only noticeable thing on her face is a starshapped beauty mark under her left eye. A lot of people would often think it's a tattoo as well.

On the topic of unmasking if she ever accidently unmask the phantom if they ever do meet in person-face to face- and it would end up like that one scene in the source, she would only wait till they are done ranting, go up to them and just cups both of her hands to his face. No fear, just pure affectionate adorabation-that's it.}

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

I don't "write fic" so much as "ramble in my Notes app and see what happens" and SOMETIMES show it to like two other people

[g0rechan]

I forgot how expansive digital drawing could be. Did this in my traditional shading style

[starswallowingsea]

i need to catch up on d4dj stories but rondo and merm4id are in a big polycule together

[originalfireemblemscenarios]

"Well, with everyone here, I'm sure we won't have much trouble at all!"

~With that, the group headed northeast. However, the closer they seemed to get to their destination, the more lucid the enemy seemed to become. Eventually, attacks began to be initiated by the enemy rather than just by those fighting for the palace.

"...ngh...they must really want us...not to get to it...!"

~Shifting closer, they began to hear shouts originating from the northeast. They weren't close enough to see or recognize the voices, though.

~Subaki & Female Reader /c ☁️

Okay I'll try to focus solely on Subaki rn cuz describing everyone's actions might not only be me repeating myself but also might confuse me a little.

If someone else who's reading this wants to request something like this Rules are here

~💘

"If they don't want us in I say it only gives us more reason to engage" Subaki says as he makes sure to not let Sakura out of his sight much like Hana who was right behind them. Perhaps their destination would finally give them some answers. But as the shouts are heard it is only raises more questions.

He tried to listen in to the voices but like the others, he wasn't able to tell who it was coming from. His focus was on another level as he prepared himself for anything to happen at this point.

[ladybyakuya]

| BRAZIL + TASUKU TSUBAKINO.

+cw. — advisor!Tasuku Tsubakino x fem!singer!reader, musical au,band au, bofurin as band, mention of show pub ougi bar so manga spoilers, first meeting, usage of some canonical elements, rockstar!umemiya hajime, angst,hurt, misunderstanding ( ? ), confession, smut, mature content ahead. title based on song brazil by Declan McKenna

+wc. — 2k

+syn.— Tsubaki likes you while you know that he loves umemiya hajime and that is where jealousy comes into play but when it does it always turns the world upside down.

+notes. — this is a collab piece via wind breaker server ( the bofurin brothel ) hosted by our beloved mel ( @gimme-hiragi ). i used tsubaki instead of tsubakino because that's how he likes to be addressed. he is one of my favs >:)). dividers by cafekitsune | redirect to blog navigation.

+tags. — @stunie @prettyiwa

The stage curtains are drawn out granting a manageable access for the sunlight to pour into the empty stage. The pebble bar lights are not alive. There is no need for those but only during nights. Tsubaki is staring at the stage with a daze in his eyes as you connect the chords, set the microphone, and grab the headphones. For someone who can ignite the dormant rhythm in people’s hearts with the melody of your voice, you are an eerily silent soul. You clean the headphones with your handkerchief before putting it on. The only sound that could be heard was breathing: one was even like a pond while the other was uneven like a mountain range. Despite how quiet you are, Tsubaki can still pick up the rhythm of your body and soul: the footsteps, the breathing, Tsubaki watches as you take the stance of singing in front of the microphone.  He always does. He comes every Friday morning to watch you practice and as for you, you practice singing without any instruments or gadgets every morning, when the entire bar is in deep slumber. Clearing your throat, you start to sing but at first, just with wordless tunes, scaling your voice.

The lyrics:

{ heard he lives down a river somewhere

With six cars and a grizzly bear

He's got eyes, but he can't see

Well, he talks like an angel, but he looks like me

Oh, Lord

Oh, Lord }

Tsubaki rests his chin in between the slit of his index finger and thumb, elbow fixed on the table beside the glass of a strawberry milkshake. His eyes straw away due to the jingle of the bell coming from afar that is located at the apex of the back door. Someone is here. Tsubaki can not see them until they step into the main arena. Maybe they are from the staff section he consoles himself. He looks at you to check if you are expecting someone’s arrival at this time of the day but he finds you immersed in your voice. With those headphones on he doubts you could barely hear anything.

The thing is your Friday mornings solely belong to Tsubaki so anyone else is just noise to him but you do not know that. You know that every Friday morning he turns up sharp at 9 o clock without his twin bodyguards. He murmurs under his breath, “The music you play in bars is more real than what I play in stadiums.” and sips the strawberry milkshake through the pink straw.

You cover the microphone with your palm; moving your head away from it a little you retort tartly. “Oh? That’s new. Are you mocking bofurin?”

Tsubaki's red lips have a tinge of the pinkish milkshake he just sipped. He could not even gulp it down. Azure eyes go static, a palm over his mouth. Awkward. Waiting. 

“That’s what I thought. You could never,” you chime with a smile plastered on your face that you often maneuver during interaction of any sort with customers. He finally gulps down the strawberry milkshake. It feels stale and does not help with either the heat or the bubbling tension amongst his chest ribs. The moment you were about to sing again, your eyes switched to the entrance of the bar lounge.

Tsubaki’s sky lake eyes follow as he murmurs, “Umemiya-kun. . .?” it sparkles as if the sun shone upon him after a cloudy day.

Your mouth fell open ajar. How courageous of Umemiya to roam as free as a bird carrying all the fame and fortune on his back. “I hope you’re not looking for a place to hide, Haji.” you quipped gaining the attention of pair of eyes in the room.

Umemiya swigs his palm in front of his face exclaiming with zest, “No. No. Not at all.” He walks towards the stage and stands in front of you. Now, you can see both: Tsubaki and Umemiya. “Can’t I come visit an old friend?”

That would be unusual for a rockstar of his status. He has just started new heights. Recklessness sure follows wherever there is popularity and financial prosperity. Even with all that, it is unusual for him to pay an unscheduled visit for him. Could it be he is out in the wild, hinting at his muse? 

“you’re stuck.” Umemiya’s gigantic smile disappears instantly. Oh! That must be it. He is stuck with his music. “Bingo.” 

“Hmmm. That's what I thought. I mean you can’t afford to pay a visit like this unless you need me.”You pull his leg a little as Tasuku fidgets with the hem of his dress revealing a fair amount of this thigh. How tactless! Or could be intentional? There is a bleak prospect of that so for the better or worse you do not follow the trail of that thought. It's your jealousy wrapped with anger trying to stretch your heartstrings and release it, snapping the string and rewarding you with a bleeding heart.

You excuse yourself for a minute because it truly feels like someone is already tugging at your heartstrings and it's none other than Tsubaki. The way he acts around Umemiya bothers you. The way he acts around you clams your heart but you can not run after that tranquility. Never. Not in this life.

By the time, you come back Tsubaki has already left and Umemiya is sitting, waiting for you by the window side. He spends nearly half an hour trying to schedule a time with you and you can not lie to him. You can not lie to him even if you want to because you have to appease Tsubaki. So, if you agree with him, help him with whatever problem he is facing. 

It was decided that after a gig, the next weekend his staff would come and pick you up from your house and drop you at his house. And, when the work is done his staff will drop you back to your house.

The next morning strikes with a devastation deadlier than death. 

There is a photo of you and Umemiya on the front page. It is blurred just a little enough to not recognize your face but people around you can tell easily that it’s you. Tsubaki certainly can. That’s the only thing that matters, not the contents of the photo or how ambiguous it is. You and Umemiya are standing close to each other, closer than normal people. He is touching your earring and the angle of the photo makes it seem that he is touching your cheek. Damn! These paparazzi. You try not to call any of the Bofurin members because by now the must be busy handling the situation, especially Tsubaki being Umemiya’s sole advisor. It is almost mid-day. You throw the paper in the dustbin and pour liquor before burning it. Sure, you are jealous of Umemiya but you do not pray for his down fall. It makes you feel horrible to even think such a case. If this the price of love you have to pay, you would rather fall out of love. As if you can afford to do that. You can perhaps but not now. You have your reputation to protect.

A few nights later, after your first show when you walk back to your green room you find Tsubaki waiting in your green room without the lights on in the dark Your green room is nothing out of the ordinary except for him. He is like a cilantro in dessert. He does not belong here, in the world of booze and cheap bar lights. 

“What’re you doing here?” you try to sound angry, even annoyed but it is the shock that he hears the most, maybe a fear hidden underneath your voice. So, he does not leave the chair but rather folds his legs, one over the other. The taut and toned muscles of his legs are on vivid display making it even harder for you to focus. 

 “It was easy. I sneaked in.” He responds with so much detest in his heart that it makes you think he is mad about the photo. But he has no right to be, you remind yourself. After all, he is the one to choose to turn a blind eye to your feelings.

“Well, I have another performance so you have to wait.” you tartly spoke walking towards the mirror for some touch-up. Tsubaki watches you as you put lipstick on your lips.

“Why do you think I’m here?”

“Let me answer you with a question.” You turn your face to him, your hand still being kept on the wooden skin of the dressing table. “Why do you think I didn’t join Bodurin?”

“So, it's true. The rumors are true.” This guy . . . 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” The opened lipstick clatters among the cosmetics separating the maroon part from the lipstick case as you throw it away. Tsubaki does not say a word; just spares a glance at the smudged part of your lips, must have happened when you swatted it away.

“All this time, I thought you . . .you liked him. You liked him.”  Tsubaki exclaims in a low voice leaving his seat and coming close to you. “So, I restrained myself. I kept reminding myself—” his fingers linger on your chin. “ That you are not mine to own.” Right! How could you not think of this? Tsubaki the smudged part of the lipstick and you let him. “Now, i don’t have to do that.” he whispers against your lips. You gulp. He still has not let go of your chin. You don’t think he is going to  . . . kiss you, right? He chins your face up a little expanding a little more access towards your collar bones. Tsubaki jocks down, kisses on your exposed collarbone. Just a peck. “That will do for now. Will quiet down the rumors too.” Tsubaki smiles. You look at the mirror to check your reflection. There it is the lipstick mark, as bright as a diamond. You do not dare to wipe it off. You don’t want to. 

Tsubaki stands behind you as you watch yourself in all glory. He moves aside the fall of your hair onto your left shoulder. You tilt your head, eyes glistening as you look at him through the mirror. There is hope. Want. Lust. Desire. . . Tsubaki wet his lips seeing you inviting him but he can not do that, not here. You have a show to host, and people to entertain. So, he unzips your dress exposing your skin. You must either be wearing a backless bra or nipple pads. If not none, you are getting an earful from him later but for now, he proceeds to place a trail of kisses, slow and full all over your back. It is frustrating how you can not see his face or the lipstick marks he left on your back.

Tsubaki stands up after kissing you till the dress would allow him. He zips it up as he stands. “I’ll wait for your show to be over. Then, after the show we are going home.” He whispers into your ear but he is too close so you shrink feeling ticklish all over your body. A few days ago he felt light years away, so out of your reach and now he is standing behind you, as close as he can get for now. 

“I’ll hurry after the show if .  .  .” you can finally find your voice now. Wait, can you sing properly? Of course, you can; you reassure yourself. 

“Oh don’t worry.” Tsubaki interrupts. “ I’ll make sure we will make up for all the time we have lost love.” He holds your hand assuring you that it's okay; he is not running anymore; he is not. If anything, he feels repentance for suffering all these years regretting his feelings for you but now that bitter feeling has sublimed he is so full of love that it feels like his heart will burst at the seams. It's not suffocating anymore. It’s liberating. Love is liberating. OH DEAR! What blind fool he has been to not to see the love you have for him in those galactic eyes.

@underratedcharactercorner @interstellar-inn