#(momo means peach)

[ochablooms]

momo in a momo cardigan 🍑

[levbolton]

Blue Period - Volume 14

[hoshi-no-pops-05]

what's up with momos and having pink in their color palette(s)?

[baiika]

yOu ShOuLd AcT wItH mOrE dIgNiTy As BeFiTtInG yOuR sTaTiOn didn't you get your ass kicked by A Child

[warriorfujoshi]

we the people need to inform the jp fandom that giacomo is nicknamed “momo” in the english version bc i wanna see cute peach themed art of him

[uniformbravo]

i cant believe they finally made takenaka canon

[earlysunshines]

all mine

hirai momo x fem!reader

summary: your dinner reservation might have to wait until next time because momo looks too good.

wc: 1.7k

warnings: smut ; cursing

a/n: i haven't been the same since I saw the first pic ^, had me on the ground.

girl breakfast girl snack girl lunch girl appetizer girl dinner girl dessert girl water girl midnight snack girl-

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you're going to be late. you're going to be so incredibly late.

sana had invited you out with the rest of the group, of course, you accepted the offer and promised you'd meet her in the evening. seems like the plans had changed.

i mean, how could you resist when your girlfriend looked so fucking amazing, even in that simple outfit. her jeans were so casual, some washed out dark gray color, and her hair was really cute tied up like that. what got you was the way her abs were exposed, and you couldn't stop staring while you watched her use her phone as she waited for you to be done. she just had to look so fuckable, and you were unexpectedly craving something else at that moment.

you're going to be so late; actually, you don't even know if you'll make it.

momo sees you eye-fucking her and it's as if she read your mind. one thing leads to another, and momo has you against the counter of your shared dorm, her lips are working at your neck and the gasps that leave your lips arouse her even more. it's hard to focus or even choke out words while she's biting and nipping at you relentlessly, but you manage.

"momo- fuck," you groan, eyes shutting as she sucks on your sweet spot. "shit, we're- we're going to be late- ah!" you yelp as she pushes her knee into your core, and your knees feel so terribly weak. 

"you started it," momo says in between kisses. "do you want me to stop?"

you whimper in response, momo smirks against your skin.

momo pulls away and your lips meet again, your arms link around her neck, pushing her deeper into your lips as you savor her. your senses are overwhelmed; momo's hands fumble with your shirt and waist band, and her fingers make contact with your skin so lightly, it makes you so incredibly weak. your nose is filled with her scent and fuck, you need to know what perfume she uses because it's intoxicating and you've never smelled any peach fragrance that was this tempting.

momo lifts you onto the counter with ease and you settle down, sitting on the marble and continuing to kiss her. your tongues messily move against each other, swirling around, exploring each other's mouths. 

you're biting momo's lower lip to slow down everything, trying to recompose yourself even as you stare at her messy hair, flushed cheeks, and bruised lips. you kiss her again, this time it's slow and not rushed whatsoever.

"sana," another peck to momo's lips.

 "is going to-" another kiss.

"hate us." you finish, and you kiss her again but it's longer now that you've finished your sentence. momo kisses back and her hands roam your body – she can't get enough of you.

"the rest are going to be there," she mumbles, kissing down to your jawline, "just let her know something came up." 

you let out a shaky breath as she latches onto your neck again. "they're going to know we're," you grip her shoulder tightly, "that we're, you know." and you barely manage to let out your words properly.

"that i'll be fucking you so hard you can't walk?" momo smirks. you bite your lip – she's driving you crazy.

you motion for momo to move over so you can get off the counter; you desperately need either her mouth or fingers in you and immediately – you don't even care – you just need to do something about the throbbing in your core.

you lock lips with momo again, her fingers digging into your skin – just above your waist – and you lead the way to the couch in the living room. 

you push momo down on the couch and she looks up at you with hunger. momo props herself up with her arms as you lower yourself onto her lap, and she licks her lips as she watches you quickly slip off your top. your lips are parted and your pupils are incredibly dilated from the way momo had been arousing you earlier, your chest moves up and down as your breaths get heavier. 

"fuck, y/n." momo mumbles. she gazes at you for a moment, savoring all of you. her eyes gaze into yours, down to your lips, to your marked up lower neck, and down to your bra-covered chest. momo can't wait to have you completely undone. your lips make their way back to momos, they're like magnets and there's such a strong force of attraction when it comes to momo's lips, they're the only lips that draw you in.

the two of you kiss for a while, soft, small touches from momo tend to make you wetter by the second and fuck, you're so hot and bothered. you pull away and momo whines a little, her fingers on her neck tighten, but they let loose as you move yourself off to slip off those damn pants you had been wearing. 

the pulse in between your legs gets worse, and you need to do something about it now or you're going to fucking lose it. momo seems to notice your neediness and works at her jeans with her thin, nimble fingers and slides them off, just down so that they catch at her ankle, but before she had done so, she takes her phone out the pocket and sets it on the couch.

momo's hands travel to your hips and she guides you so that the throbbing area in between your legs is just above her tense, toned thigh. 

"sit." momo says, and you do. 

your breath catches as soon as your core hits her skin, and your panties are fucking soaked. momo smirks at you and bites her lip, she moves her thigh just a bit for you to get started on relieving the problem in between your legs. you groan lowly and throw your head back as you start to grind down, putting a hand on momo's shoulder for support, she can't get enough of you.

"fuck momo, oh fuck-" 

the dark-haired woman watches you with amusement, and she watches you so hungrily as you get off from just her thigh. momo reaches for the phone that's near her and you look at her in confusion, and with furrowed brows from the way you're about to reach your high. 

she taps at the phone a bit and holds the phone to her ear, 

"momo what- shit, what are you?" you can't even form a coherent sentence, so you slow down the pace which you had been rubbing against her.

"did i tell you to stop? keep going," she orders lowly, and you do as she says. the room is filled with your low whimpers, groans, and pleas as momo continues to hold the phone to her ear, and when she finally speaks again you stop grinding against her completely.

"sana? hey, hi. sorry, we can't make it, y/n is feeling sick." momo says, and she narrows her eyes at you, mouthing a keep going as she continues to hold the phone to her ear. you bite down on your lip to muffle the low moans as you whimper, and momo speaks again. "yeah, y/n can tell you, she's with me. why don't you tell sana how sick you are?" momo suggests, and she's handing the phone to you, her brows raised and a smirk apparent on her lips. you catch your breath,

"hey y/n! how are you feeling?" sana's voice is heard from the phone in your hand – which, you can barely hold properly. momo holds your hips down and grinds you against her thigh herself, since you're so occupied talking to your best friend. you bite back various noises as she presses against your clit with her thumb, putting a bent finger in your mouth to bite down on it.

"h-hey sana," your breath is shaky, but you figure it's fine since sick people might sound like that, right? you can't even think clearly.

"god, you sound so wobbly, everything okay?"

"yeah I just-" and you almost moan so fucking loudly right then and there from the way momo slides her finger against your folds. "i-i'm, i'm so tired, my temperature, everthings so-" 

you groan into the phone.

"y/n?"

"s-sorry my head hurts really b-bad, my stomach, i-" you pant into the phone once more, a small groan escaping your lips. "i'll call you back, i-i need medicine, bye, sorry." 

you hang up immediately and throw the phone down on the couch. momo chuckles in amusement.

"god, you're so- fuck!" you practically shout as momo circles her finger on your clit, making you tighten the grip on her shoulder, you close your eyes and your mouth opens.

you're so fucking close, you're at your tipping point. your whole lower body is aching from the way your high builds up, and you're grinding down against momo's thigh so desperately, you need her. momo gropes your bra-clad chest and rubs her thumb against the material, that's when it gets to you.

"come on baby," momo coos, "you're so cute."

there's a loud curse that you practically shout out as you cum on her, and momo's thigh is completely soaked from all of your juices. your head drops down to momo's other shoulder, whispering her name and cursing under your breath as your grind down slowly to catch your breath, and recompose yourself in general.

you're trembling and fuck, you're already sore, momo smiles at her work.

"shit," your girlfriend mutters as she digs her fingers into your skin. you pull away and then kiss her lips sloppily, putting a hand in her tied hair and pulling the hair tie off. 

you part away from her and your breaths are still heavy, though you're looking at her so hungrily and you need to eat something now since you basically threw away your plans to eat with sana and the rest. you're aching but that doesn't matter, you'd rather be aching and full. 

the words that come out your mouth the next second make the area in between momo's legs pulse.

"get the fuck up and sit on my face, now."

momo bites her lip, she nods obediently. it's going to be a long night, especially with that craving of yours.

[lucifersdickriderdotnet]

Sick and Tired

Summary: you can't say that anything about having a chronic illness is fun, but at least you have friends who care about you. 2.7k words

Disclaimer: GENDER NEUTRAL READER I wrote this in one go at like 3am. So. All of the brothers are in this but it's more platonic than anything else? If you want you can read it as romance because I did imagine kissing several of them on the mouth while writing it. also shout out to the author on ao3 that called Asmo "Momo" and then pointed out that it means "peach" in japanese. I did steal that nickname. lmk if it was you though bc I will credit you.

Notes: This is based on my own personal experience with a mystery disease that has been plaguing me since I hit puberty. I'm going to be very real, I wrote this for myself as a way to cope because I got #sad. it sucks, for sure, but there are some things that make it more bearable and isn't that how life works anyways?

The cool thing about being a human in what is essentially hell is that when diseases happen, you are more or less immune to them. The bad part about being a human in what is essentially hell is that you’re human and it’s essentially hell. Because of this, there are some things that you’ve had to explain to your housemates, or to an overeager Diavolo, or to a concerned Luke. You had to talk Lucifer down from renovating the whole House to put in an elevator because he was “worried about your flimsy human joints.”

“I have bad joints, regardless.” You remember saying, “I’m a human, it comes with the territory. Don’t put an elevator in the House, I don’t like them anyway.”

You’ve had to explain that while you’re grateful that they managed to find vitamin D supplements, they’re meant to be just that, a supplement to spending time in the sun, something the Devildom doesn’t have. So while your symptoms have been alleviated, they have not been fixed. Levi fixed this by buying you something like a heat lamp.

“Where did you even find this?” You’d said after he’d forced you underneath it.

“You’re gonna hate the words that are going to come out of my mouth.” His hands stilled from where they were busy attaching it to the wall by your bed.

“Just tell me.”

“Some demons used to, emphasis on ‘used to’, own humans as pets. So they made these little lamps to mimic the sun or whatever.” You blink at him, rapid fire before shrugging a little.

“Humans used to own each other.” He turns his head to gape at you like a fish.

“What?”

“Yeah it was a whole thing. There are still lasting repercussions that echo through our modern society.”

“That’s insane.”

“I thought I told you before that human cruelty knows no bounds.”

Solomon of course, is no help, because while he may be human, he is old. You’d complained of jaw pain once, something about your teeth aching.

“It might be a demon.” He’d said this confidently at the one dinner a month he’s allowed to have with the brothers. As per the dating-Asmo-agreement he made with Lucifer.

“It might be a what?” Satan’s head whipped towards Solomon so fast you thought he broke something.

“A demon. Tooth pain is caused by little demons in the teeth.” You stared at him like he grew a second head.

“No, it’s not. It’s caused by bacteria eating away at your teeth. And that’s just for cavities. This could be something completely different. Also, I don’t think humans have believed the demon teeth thing in forever. God, you’re old.” Your frustrated rebuttal of Solomon’s “wisdom” had not stopped the brothers from checking you up and down for curses or signs of possession.

So, for the most part. It’s fine, and you don’t mind explaining these things to them just like they don’t mind explaining demon culture to you. This though, you’ve never been able to explain to anyone, so you can’t explain it to them either.

—

“I’m so tired,” it’s noon and you woke up from sleeping two hours earlier. Asmo has dragged you out of the house for some shopping spree, and while you were excited to go, your energy levels have quickly depleted.

“But darling! We just started!” Despite saying this, he’s walking towards the register with the clothes he’s decided he likes, willing to cut his trip short if it’s for you. You shake your head.

“No, no, keep shopping. I’m always tired, Peach.” He hums and goes back to perusing the shelves while you stay seated by the dressing room for his mini fashion shows.

You don’t just get tired while hanging out with Asmo, it happens everywhere. Beel has to catch your head when you almost faceplant into your lunch. You spend a Devildom History class fighting to keep your eyes open while Satan takes twice the amount of notes as usual so you don’t fall behind. Levi asks you to watch a special livestream of a Sucre Frenzy concert and you have to sit down halfway through because you’re suddenly dizzy. You even fall tired while driving Mammon’s car, once.

He’d been in the passenger seat, fretting over your every move, and you’d understood despite the fact that it was incredibly annoying. This car was his baby, something he was incredibly proud of, something he worked hard to get. Still, having someone freak out over your driving usually makes it worse.

You’d been gently reassuring him of your skills when you felt it, the familiar pull of your eyelids, the way your brain seemed to slow down. It takes you a second longer than it should to register the red light and you have to slam on the brakes to avoid running it. It’s not too soon after that when you decide to pull over and have Mammon drive you home. You fall asleep on the way back.

—

This all comes to a head when you manage to outsleep Belphie.You aren’t sure how you did it, honestly. You went to bed on Friday afternoon and vaguely remember being woken up because a meal was ready. You remember making some sort of affirmative noise and then going back to sleep. You have hazy memories of stumbling to the bathroom and chugging down bottles of water, but mostly it was just sleep. Then, Belphie is shaking you awake. He’s saying something you can’t quite hear and Beel is picking you up and carrying you to the living room and the lights are so bright it turns your brain back on.

“Belphie, did you do somethin’?” It’s Mammon’s voice, accusatory. Someone pokes your cheek.

“So you kill a guy once and suddenly everything that happens to them is your fault?” His reply makes you snort.

“Did you or not?”

“No. This is… this is something else.” He sighs and then one of your eyelids is being manually opened so he can make eye contact with you before he lets go and your head drops slightly. “I know what my sin feels like. I know what Sloth feels like. It’s a choice, mostly. It’s the action of choosing to do nothing rather than something. This is something else. Something completely different.” You yawn and scrub at your eyes, finally opening them to stare at your posse.

“Did I get a fanclub while I was napping?”

“You’ve always had a fanclub,” Levi says quietly.

“Napping? You call that a nap?” Asmo pokes your cheek and you assume he’s the one who did it the first time.

“How do you know they have a fanclub?” Satan turns his head to Levi and his brother turns a bright shade of red.

“I’m the president.” He says. Beel raises his hand.

“I’m VP. We hold meetings every Wednesday. Lucifer pretends it’s stupid but he’s always in the club room ‘doing student council work’.”

“Can we get back to the matter at hand?” Lucifer finally interjects, not wanting to deal with his brothers’ needling. Satan grumbles something about him being a loser under his breath. “Are you aware of how long you were asleep for?”

“I mean, I dunno,” you stretch your arms above your head and almost hit someone in the face. “I remember someone coming to me about dinner, so probably a while. Why?” Lucifer sighs and rubs a hand down his face.

“It’s Sunday afternoon.” You stare at him blankly.

“This is the worst joke you’ve ever told.”

“I am not joking,” he says and Levi shoves his D.D.D under your nose. Sure enough it says that today, the day you are finally awake, is Sunday. It says that it’s 2pm. You’ve slept for almost a full 48 hours. The thought brings tears to your eyes immediately and Levi freaks out.

“No wait, don’t cry. I don’t know what to do when you cry!” His hands are flapping around your face uselessly and it makes you laugh and choke on a wet sob.

“You can back the fuck up, for starters.” Satan bodily pushes his brothers out of the way to get to you, placing a box of tissues on your lap and sitting next to you. Not close enough to touch, but enough so you know he’s there.

“Sorry,” you take a tissue and blow your nose. Beel holds out a trashcan and Asmo pretends not to be disgusted. It’s sweet. “Crying in front of people is so cringe.”

“Being vulnerable and crying is not something you should be ashamed of,” Lucifer says and it’s weird to have your own words parroted back at you.

“Why’re you apologizin’ anyway? ‘S not like you did anythin’ wrong. We’re just worried is all.” Mammon runs a hand over your hair as he says it before remembering himself and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Because it’s never been this bad before. I’ve never slept for damn near two days.”

“So this is a recurring problem?” Satan has procured a notebook from out of nowhere and has his hand poised to write down what you’re saying. Presumably to go scour his books for a solution.

“Yeah. It’s … I’m tired a lot. Always, really. I’m tired right now, actually. Sometimes it’s worse than others but … I don’t really know what’s wrong.” You huff, “I was actually in the process of getting tests done to figure it out when I got magic-ed here. Isn’t that funny?”

“Is there anything we can do to help?” Asmo is resting his head on your shoulder and you tilt your head so it rests on his.

“Not really. ‘M sorry, Peach. I’d tell you if there was.”

“I always wondered why you had such deep eyebags. I thought it was something in your skincare routine.”

“It’s also genetic.”

“Humans have genes for dark under eyes?” He sounds horrified at the prospect.

“Sure do.”

“That’s miserable.” You laugh at him and he squeezes your hand gently.

“So, yer just… tired.” Mammon asks.

“Mhm.”

“Chronically.”

“Also yes.”

“I didn’t know you knew the word ‘chronic’, Mammon,” Belphie ribs Mammon from his spot on the floor. You kick him slightly.

“Don’t be an ass.” He sighs dramatically and flops over onto his back.

“It’s good to know it’s not a freaky demon thing.” He peers up at you from underneath his bangs.

“Yeah. I’m kind of tired of dealing with freaky demon things. No offense.” There’s a chorus of agreement throughout the room and you can see everyone relax a little now that they know.

“It is a shame though,” Lucifer says, “that it is not demon related.” His brow furrows. “Those I can fix.” You shrug and slightly jostle Asmo’s head.

“Eh. That’s life. Thank you for being concerned though, I appreciate it.” Your stomach grumbles. “I guess I should eat, huh?” Asmo graciously lifts his head off your shoulder and you head to the kitchen, Beel on your tail.

“There’s nothing we can do?” He looks sad, and he’s rubbing his wrist in that way he does when he’s nervous. You’re struck with the realization that Beel is the defender of his family. He’s physically the biggest and the strongest, and he’s been looking after them and taking care of them physically for basically forever. It must be excruciating for him to not be able to help you.

“No,” you shake your head sadly, “I’m sorry, Bug.” You step forward and give him a hug. He returns it and you pretend you can’t feel him cry.

—

Things are different after that. Asmo tries to hang out with you in places closer to the House or in his room. Lucifer pulls you aside and tells you both his room and his study are always open for you if you need them. Beel takes you to the gym with him so you don’t stay too sedentary, but is always willing to stop working out if you need to go home. Satan almost gets into a physical altercation with a teacher over you sleeping in class and you find out later that Belphie gave him nightmares for a week. Levi doesn’t make you sit through as many anime binges anymore, instead separating them up into something more bite sized so you can properly enjoy it. It’s nice, you think, that they’re trying to take your needs into consideration.

Diavolo catches wind of it and sneaks his way over to the House to ask you questions. Walks into Lucifer’s study where you’re trying to do assigned reading like he owns it, and you think that he probably does in some way.

“Diavolo–” Lucifer stands up and Diavolo laughs.

“Don’t worry! There is nothing wrong! I just had some questions for our lovely exchange student.” He sits down in the armchair across from you and you set your notebook down.

“What’s up?” You can hear Lucifer mumbling prayers to a God who will no longer listen to them and it makes you snort.

“I have learned of your condition.”

“I gathered.”

“There is nothing I can do?”

“Do you have several degrees and a shit ton of fancy machinery?” Lucifer chokes at your language. Diavolo smiles at you.

“Can’t say that I do.”

“Then, no. There isn’t.” He hums thoughtfully and you busy yourself with trying to figure out Lucifer’s Demonus organization pattern. It doesn’t seem to be by age, so maybe it’s by color?

“What does it feel like?” Diavolo’s question draws you out of your comparison of two almost identical wine reds. You think one has a brighter undertone but that could be the color of the label.

“Have you ever been tired?”

“Indeed.”

“Have you ever not slept, for like, a whole day, and you can feel that your brain isn’t working at maximum capacity?” He nods. “Have you ever felt like you were trying to run in a swimming pool?”

“I can run in swimming pools.” You roll your eyes.

“Can you run through slime?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“It’s like that. It’s being so tired that you know you aren’t operating at your best and being able to do nothing about it. It’s like moving through water. It’s never getting enough sleep. I could sleep the perfect amount for a human my age and I would still be down to take several long naps throughout the day. And it’s not something I can ignore, either. I can’t just power through it. Because after a while, it starts to hurt.”

“Hurt?” He frowns, and it’s weird to see him not smiling.

“Yeah. It’s. When I get too tired my eyes will hurt. It feels like they’re grapes and someone is squishing the life out of them. It feels like a thousand tiny needles poking at my eyes. It feels like someone is squishing the bridge of my nose in their fist and refuses to let go. It makes my stomach hurt, it makes me nauseous and sick, and it makes me dizzy and it’s awful.”

“I see.”

“So, I have to sleep. I have to sleep because if I don’t it hurts and if I manage to get through that my body will make itself sleep, anyway. It’ll just turn off, regardless of if I want it to or not.”

“That. That is miserable. I am sorry you have to experience such a thing.” You shrug a little and stare at your hands.

“What can you do?” It comes out sarcastic and dry. There’s a silence, tense and weighty, and you know what he’s going to ask before he does.

“Do you need to go to the human world?” You can hear Lucifer’s sharp inhale even though he was pretending to not listen.

“Maybe. But, if it is what I think it is, it won’t go away. I’ll just know and get medication. Probably.” Diavolo stands and nods.

“At least you will know. I will figure something out for you.” He nods again, this time to himself. “There is no reason for you to suffer this way.”

“It won’t go away, Diavolo. I’ll still have it.” You need him to know this. You need him to know that it won’t be permanently fixed. You don’t want him to be disappointed when everything’s said and done and you’re still sick.

“Yes, but things will be better, no? Some progress is better than no progress, no matter how small.” He pauses and smiles at you, warm and comforting. “And we will all be there for you. Regardless of the outcome.”

[gallusrostromegalus]

Hinamori can drive? How did that come about? Is she a "must follow all the rules" driver or a "hold on for dear life" driver?

Momo's posting in the living world was in a more rural area and she got started driving her neighbor's tractor for him when he got hurt and she was bored, and then the farm truck and that was FUN on the little mountain roads, so she went and got a driver's license and managed to scrape together enough cash to buy her neighbor's 20 year old P.O.S. compact, and in the span of four months went from "what's a car?" To getting heavily into maybe-not-totally-legal vehicular modifications and earning herself the nickname "Peaches The Freak" on the illicit mountain rally racing circuit for "driving like she can't die".

She didn't actually tell anyone this when she got back to soul society because she was a bit embarrassed to be so enthusiastic about such a niche interest, so nobody finds out about HOW Momo drives until she's in the human world with her boss and her co-lieutenant, and they need to transport a large number of small objects at speed and the most reasonable way to do that is in the back of a car.

"what do you MEAN you don't know how to drive? Momo gapes at Shinji and Hiyori. "You were in the living world for a whole century?!"

"THEY GOT TRAINS EVERYWHERE IT DIDN'T COME UP!" Hiyori shouts. "ITS NOT LIKE YOU KNOW EITHER!"

"No, I do." Explains Momo, getting into the driver's seat of a Subaru old enough to vote. "That's why it's so strange to me."

"SHOTGUN!" Bellowed Hiyori, leaping into the passenger seat. "Okay, it's a little weird that *I* don't know how to drive, I guess, but do you really want mirror image dingus back there out driving on the wrong side of the road, do you?"

"I'm sure he'd get the hang of it eventually!" Said Momo. "Okay, seatbelts everyone! -and gas, mirrors, seat adjustment- who was driving this car, captain Komamura? Okay, check for cops-"

"What's a seatbelt?" Asked Shinji from the backseat.

"-and we're clear!" Momo said, putting her foot down and accelerating at a speed that made the buildings stretch and streak by like they were about to enter hyperspace.

One hour and six minutes later, they reached their destination, having reached a top speed of 193 mph, Hiyori discovering the female version of a terrorboner, and Shinji discovering what it feels like to be a lone sock in the washing machine during the spin cycle.

[kaizokuou-ni-naru]

momo’s declaration here at the end of the arc adds an extra layer of meaning to his name. he says that he will make wano kuni into a 桃源郷/tougenkyou, a japanese term for ‘earthly paradise’ or 'utopian place.' the term originates from the peach blossom spring, a 5th century chinese fable about the discovery of a utopian land isolated from the rest of the world.

literally, it translates as something like ‘a place where peaches grow.’ (tou and momo both being readings of the kanji for 'peach', 桃.)

[hellishgayliath]

MY NEW SON IS HEREE (and Pico's new boo cuz I have the power to do what I want) Bao the raccoon dog/tanuki yokai!

Things about him :D

-Helps run a tea shop with his grandma in the hidden city -Gets mistaken for a raccoon/gets perceived older than he actually is a lot of the time because of his fur markings (he knows it not their fault for not knowing but he gets pretty tired of correcting others about it so much) -Has the ability to transform his appearance. A lot of it is used when there's difficult customers causing trouble in the shop (ex: making himself bigger and take on the role of a bouncer) -Eyes glow blue whenever his magic is in use -Big fanboy of Lou Jitsu -Meets Todd in the hidden city and makes the decision of getting a puppy after talking with him -The dog he forms a connection with is a little akita puppy who he names Momo (whose name means peaches) she is a menance but she's cute so its fine <3 -Their house has a lil mini garden in it -Bao unfortunately does not have a green thumb and has no idea what he's doing when it comes to plant care (which is something Pico helps him out with cuz farming and gardening is one of his favourite hobbies) -Actually gets flustered pretty easily, he's just a big ol dork in disguise

-Bao and Gramgram Mugi are like if you got the grandma from Mulan and Tadashi from Big Hero 6 and just made them into yokai and gave em a puppo

[lizardlicks]

Momo surprise

“I’m a little worried about Momo,” Aang said to his friends as they gathered around the morning campfire and started preparing for their day. “He’s been acting kind of off lately.”

The lemur in question was fussily nosing around Aang's abandoned bedroll in tight circles. As the group of teens watched, he laid down in a curl, chirped unhappily then got up and resumed tugging and scratching at the bedding. “How can you tell?” Sokka asked. He was by no means a lemur behavior expert. To him all of Momo’s actions were strange. It was possible that Aang's Avatar-ness gave him some kind of spirit connection to flying lemurs. Unlikely, but still possible.

“He doesn’t have as much energy, even though he’s sleeping more.” Aang explained, frowning. “You don’t think he’s sick, do you?”

“Maybe it’s the climate?” Katara offered helpfully. She wasn’t a lemur expert either, but she and Sokka had struggled the first few weeks with adjusting to the Earth Kingdom’s warmer weather. As far as she or anybody else knew, Momo has lived his entire life in the towering, windswept peaks around the Southern Air Temple, so maybe the sudden change had affected him too, she reasoned. 

“It’s because you’ve been giving him too many treats,” Sokka told Aang matter-of-factly. Lemurs were outside of his wheelhouse, but he'd helped the older boys with conditioning the polar dogs for sled pulling every fall. Spoiled pups turned lazy and fat, a hard lesson to learn for the littler children who only wanted to express their love.

“You think so?” Aang looked contrite.

“Yup,” Sokka said as he reached to snag a piece of star berry off the board Katara was using to prepare their breakfast. He snatched his hand back with a squawk when she smacked him.

“He is looking a little pudgy, Aang,” Katara said without taking her eyes off the food. Poaching brothers were too wily to be given that kind of an opening.

“Monkey feathers. I just can’t resist him when he gives me The Eyes.”

“I know,” Katara agreed. “He’s weaponized his cuteness.” “You’re going to have to.” Sokka nimbly dodged a sister elbow, but he still didn’t quite manage to snag any tidbits from Katara’s pile of fruit. “It’s for his own good.”

Momo, apparently noticing he was being talked about, finally abandoned the bedding to perch on Katara’s knee. “No, bad lemur!” She snatched her cutting board up and held it over her head. “No more extras for you!”

Sokka whooped in victory as he snagged a slice of moon peach and popped it into his mouth before Katara could adjust her defenses. “You’re on a diet, mister,” he informed the lemur as he sucked the juice from his fingers.

Momo chittered and pinned his ears back.

“Sorry, buddy,” Aang said regretfully as he scooped Momo up and tucked him into the crook of his elbow. “I already gave you a big handful of lychee nuts when you woke me up, you’re gonna have to wait until lunch time for more food.”

Aang could never quite tell just how much human speech Momo understood, but the lemur appeared to grasp something about the situation. He curled his tail around and grasped it anxiously, cooing at Aang with all the force of The Eyes that one tiny flying mammal could muster.

Aang held strong. For all of three seconds. “Okay... well. Maybe a couple berries wouldn’t hurt?”

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“AAAAAANG!”

The young monk bolted upright in his bedroll at the sound of his name, startled out of a sound sleep. Sokka was loud. Loud and very upset.

“What!? What is it?” He blinked several times, then rubbed at his face, trying to get his eyes to focus on anything distinct before he realized the reason he couldn't see anything was because dawn was still hours away. The moon hung in the sky, a crescent barely thicker than a thumbnail, with no light to offer. Hedgegoosebumps broke out across his arms. Aang hugged himself as the night pressed in, suddenly no longer a sheltering veil, but full of hidden threat from enemies he couldn’t see. 

The sleeping lump to his right rustled and shifted as Katara sat up in her bed roll. “Sokka-haaah,” her voice stuttered, breaking off with a yawn. “What's wrong?”

“What's wrong? What’s wrong!?” Sokka was rapidly climbing in pitch with each repetition. “Why don’t you look at this situation and tell me, huh?”

“Uhh.” Aang squinted into the dark and tried to make sense of their camp. Appa was still peacefully snoring several yards away, completely oblivious to the sudden chaos. Katara was wiggling and shuffling her way out of her sleeping bag, growling unflattering things at Sokka under her breath, and Sokka. Sokka was standing in the middle of their sleeping circle. He looked like he was holding something, but Aang could not for the life of him see what it was.

“We can't see anything without light, Sokka,” Katara groused. She finally won her struggle with her sleeping roll and started patting around for her bag. “You couldn't have lit a fire before you started yelling loud enough to alert the Fire Lord himself?”

“Oh, gee, why didn't I think of that! Could it possibly be because I'm dealing with Aang's mess over here!?”

Aang didn't remember leaving a mess. In fact he'd been careful to pack up everything before turning in for the night just in case they had to make a quick getaway. A few too many lost supplies had trained him quickly.

“What are you talking about?” He asked while stretching, less alarmed now that he knew Sokka was just. Well, being Sokka. They weren't being attacked, there was no life or death situation he had to fight through in the pitch dark.

Katara, having retrieved some kindling from her pack, scooted over to their banked campfire and began to poke the coals awake. She had apparently given up any hope of going back to sleep until her brother was sorted out. Even Appa was starting to rumble awake with the commotion.

“You said Momo was a boy!” Sokka hissed. 

Aang. Blinked. “Yeah?” he said, uncertainty clouding his mind. He must still be dreaming, why would Sokka wake up the whole camp to debate their pet’s gender?

“Then explain this!” Sokka shoved his cupped hands out, away from the protective shield of his body, just as the fire flared with a pop and Katara's satisfied grunt.

Cradled in between his palms, fur still sodden and sticking, was the teeniest, tiniest lemur Aang had ever seen.

[baiika]

Oh so Miki gets to be picked up and swung around like a little kitty but I can't be?

[ot9snumber1]

call me at midnight

hirai momo x blackpink!reader

summary: you think four best friends are enough to get you by in life. that is, until jennie introduces you to nayeon, and until nayeon introduces you to momo.

warnings: fluff, introverted reader, rushed bc i wanted to put it out for momo's bday <3 happy bday my best girl!

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being friends with jennie means being friends with a lot of people. namely, the three other girls in your group—whom you met thanks to jennie forcing you to be social during your trainee days.

it all paid off, of course. debuting in a group with your four closest friends was a dream come true! you were convinced you needed nothing else in life.

until jennie introduces you to her other idol friends.

if being friends with jennie meant being friends with a lot of people, then being friends with nayeon meant being friends with half the world.

she was so friendly and energetic, you couldn't possibly stay still around her! (she even tells you that you remind her of one of her members.)

okay. your four best friends and one new friend, surely that was more than enough, right?

"and this is jeongyeon, sana, jihyo, mina, dahyun, chaeyoung, and tzuyu!" nayeon says energetically as she pointed to various members in the practice room.

you nod, trying to remember all their names. (you eye everyone carefully. jeongyeon, sara, ji...jiwoo?, miyeon, dahyun, chae...won, nevermind. you'd figure them all out eventually.)

"i thought twice was nine?" you ask nayeon, who seems to have a revelation when you mention that. nayeon snaps her fingers, "ah! momo hasn't come back from the bathroom!" she groans, "i bet she stopped by the vending machines for snacks again."

just then, a dark-haired girl with blunt bangs walked into the practice room, soda and a tiny bag of chips in hand. you swear you see nayeon's eye twitch, but you were a bit too distracted by the sudden wave of nervousness you felt from being in the mystery girl's presence.

the mystery girl who you realize is momo.

the momo who you spent about an hour talking her ear off after she offered some chips. (you tend to ramble when you get nervous, you tend to get nervous when you're around pretty girls. momo is a pretty girl.)

(...and nayeon's pissed you forgot to record the dance challenge she invited you over for. at least you can go back and see momo again?)

you develop a crush on momo a lot faster than you realize. you're always talking about her, making excuses to mention something she said or likes, comparing her to anything your members do.

it was very suspicious for you to talk about someone you only met once this much. naturally, your members find out about your crush before you do.

"you like momo, huh?" lisa suddenly pipes up while you're trying to stretch. "didn't know you were into dancers. you know, me and momo kind of have the same hair—"

"hold on, what the hell are you talking about me liking momo?" you resist the urge to smack lisa for flirting with you, but you've known her for years now. it was something you just grew to tolerate somehow.

"you talk about her all the time! especially about how cool her haircut is, or her voice, or some random habit you saw from the one minute you spent with her.

"..it was one hour."

"that doesn't make any difference." lisa crosses her arms and stands up straight in front of you. "i can't believe you don't realize how smitten you are with her."

"don't word it like that." you cross your arms too, like a kid retaliating against their playground bully. the two of you have a staring contest that you eventually lose because the stupid grin that appears on her face when you start blushing distracts you.

"you should ask for her number! mina says she's really sweet." lisa teases, you just shove her face away and get to practice.

of course the other three weren't immune to teasing you either.

rosé didn't bother you as much as lisa did, but her little comments about how you were buying more peaches recently or taking more dance classes never failed to make you blush.

and somehow, even with lisa teasing you, her witty attacks were nothing compared to what jennie and jisoo had in store.

"y/n-ah, i bought those drinks you wanted." jisoo says as she returned to the dorms, handing you the plastic bag while you barely leaned up from the couch to gracefully accept it. "thank youuuuu!" you sigh happily, hugging the three bottles before sitting up to drink one.

"i also dropped by twice's dorms to give something back to nayeon. momo says hi." you nearly spit out your drink and ruin the blanket you just bought.

weeks had gone by and you'd already endured the teasing from three members. jennie was awfully silent whenever momo would be brought up, which worried you even more. not knowing if she just didn't care or if she had the most sinister plan than all of them combined made your stomach flip uncomfortably.

it turned out to be the latter.

"y/n?" jennie yawns, walking into your room one night when you couldn't sleep. "forgot to give this to you." she mumbles, handing a piece of paper with glittery pink writing on it before saying goodnight and leaving.

after jennie shuts the door, you inspect the paper and nearly scream.

call me, y/n! i don't mind listening to you talk~ ♡ 모모

(maybe it wasn't an evil plan, but it sure was evil to casually give you a heart attack at 12 AM.)

you take momo's note a little too literally and call her number. you sink deep into your blanket out of nervousness and excitement. (and the realization that you were calling her this late!)

"hello?"

it was the first time you heard her voice since the day you met the rest of twice. surprisingly, she didn't sound tired at all.

"hi, momo!" you huff out, sounding completely out of breath. "jennie gave me your number just now."

you can hear an "oh!" and what you assume to be momo getting in bed. "well, what are you waiting for? tell me about your day!"

you smile, your nerves being eased by momo's comfortable aura. you could feel it through the phone, somehow.

"well, jisoo told me you said hi."

"i did!" you both chuckle quietly. "she was asking for nayeon, but nay wasn't home yet so i talked to her for a bit and she mentioned how you were doing."

you audibly gulp at the idea of that. knowing jisoo, you're almost 100% sure she was telling momo good things. still, it didn't hurt to confirm that.

"all good things, i hope."

"oh, yeah, don't worry. she kept going on and on about how you love dogs and how clingy you are when you're comfortable with someone.."

you bite your lip, was there such thing as too good? jisoo was trying to set you up with momo! shamelessly! and momo didn't notice!

"that's good." you take deep breaths as you hear silence from the other end of the call. "she bought me some drinks that i've been asking for, too. well, more like begging, but i did it really nicely!" you could hear momo struggle not to laugh, it makes you laugh too.

"anyway, she bought me this peach juice i've been wanting to try. then mango juice, and my favorite apple cider."

momo gasps, "you like apple cider?"

"of course!"

"me too!" you can practically hear the smile in her voice. "i'll bring you some next time i see you then."

"i'll be waiting!"

momo has tear stains on her cheeks from laughing so hard and her cheeks hurt from smiling so much by the time she goes to sleep that night.

momo loves talking to you.

[dsknsk]

My personal headcanon ‘human’ names for the gang. Japanese because I’m a shameless otaku.

(Gotta say it was really, really hard to find somewhat neutral names that also still related to their color, especially with orange.)

Names are family name first as per Japanese customs.

The Second Coming: Sairin 再臨 再臨 = second coming I think it’d be very funny and fitting to have TSC be the only one with just a single name that is just literally the Japanese version of “the second coming” because it stands out a lot.

Green: Midorikawa Matsuri 緑川 松里 緑 = green 川 = river 松 = pine tree 里 = location Pine trees are evergreen trees, meaning they always stay green. Alliteration is always nice.

Red: Kouya Akane 紅夜 茜 紅 = red 夜 = night 茜 = red (specifically a type of red that’s called ‘rose madder’)

Blue: Aoharu Mizuki 青春 水月 青 = blue (the word 青 itself can also be interpreted as green as well as blue. It typically depends on context; though it is ‘teal’ in a technical sense and ‘azure’ in a poetic one. It’s an East Asian thing) 春 = spring 水 = water 月 = moon I just think 水月 is a cute name. Two characters I know are also named 水月 and they’re both blue-themed as well.

Yellow: Kise Hikari 黄瀬 光 黄 = yellow 瀬 = current 光 = light Redstone can be seen as a sort of current that runs through other blocks to make them work in a poetic kind of sense.

Purple: Fujiwara Yukari 藤原 紫 藤 = wisteria 原 = field 紫 = purple In this case, 紫 is also intended as a shortened form of 紫苑, the tatarian aster flower that means “I won’t forget you” in hanakotoba.

King Orange/Mango: Sayu Hachirou 小百 八郎 小 = small 百 = hundred 八 = eight 郎 = son

Now I know this one is a bit unusual and I might’ve bent the language and what is considered a name just a bit to make it work. But that’s all because I put quite something in it, and I think that it’d only be fitting for it to be unusual. As a first, to tie in with Purple, his name contains 小百, which is part of 小百合, the orange lily that means “hatred” and “revenge” in hanakotoba. 百八 is also the number 108 together, the number of temptations a person has to withstand to reach nirvana.

After redemption he would change his family name to 百日(hyakuni), swapping the position of the 百 (to show a turnaround) and subsequently inducing 百日草, the zinnia flower (which also comes in orange) that means “loyalty”.

百 can also be pronounced as “momo”, a homophone with a pronunciation of the word 桃, “peach” which has pink flowers, secretly linking him to Purple’s mother (and indicating him as Purple’s new family/parental figure depending on your interpretation).

(You might also have noticed that 百 has 3 different pronunciations. That’s a thing.)

[genoskissors]

Being obsessed with Danganronpa is NOT for the weak. I’m out here analyzing what Kyoko’s maternal grandfather’s name could mean.

In Danganronpa Kirigiri we learn that Kyoko’s maternal grandfather’s name is Tohachirou Uzuchi. However, it is all written in Hiragana, so it has no definite meaning when it comes to interpretation. I spiraled.

Uzuchi (うずち) is most commonly spelt (卯槌) but can also be spelt (卯鎚). They mean the same thing so I’m not really going to get tied up here. The first kanji is pronounced “u” (like ooh not you). It means rabbit, but rabbit is usually spelt 兎 and pronounced “usagi”. The spelling 卯 is specifically used for the rabbit in the zodiac or “Year of the Rabbit”. The second kanji is pronounced “tsuchi” on its own, but when put after “u”, the “tsu” changes to “zu”. It means hammer or the action hammering.

The Danganronpa wiki says this may relate to a Japanese myth, so I looked into that.

The “The Moon Hare” (月の兎) says that the dark markings on the near side of the moon are a rabbit pounding (hammering) something with a mortar and pestle. In Japanese mythology it seems the rabbit is making mochi or other rice cakes.

But, 卯槌 can also refer to this:

https://inoori.jp/nonoaya/info_ws_shiga/uduchi_ws/

An item used to dispel evil spirits. They used the wood from peach trees, which I find fascinating. We have another DR character who has ties to space, Kaito Momota, and “Momo” (百) means thousand. But, it’s also a homophone for the word peach (桃).

Anyways,

His first name is Tohachirou (とはちろう), which I feel is easy in the last two parts, hachirou. Hachi means seven and he is said to know seven martial arts, so I feel that’s a perfect fit here. Rou is a common ending for male names in Japanese. We got Rantarou, Jatarou, Ichirou, nothing crazy.

edit: Hachi means eight, not seven. I’m still certain that’s how his name is spelt though, as that’s the most common way to spell Hachirou and it’s still a number not far from seven.

So はちろう = 八郎, then what does と equal?

Well, when I type it out, 斗八郎 is the first option, which I think it very fitting. 斗 refers to the dipper constellations, another connection with space.

However, the kanji for rabbit (兎), can also be pronounced “To”. Seeing as both are extremely fitting, one being rabbit, the other being space, I feel that it can go either way.

I think I’ve officially lost it.