#IM THE WORLDS GREATEST PSYCHIC

[normal-person-i-promise]

public transport

arataka reigen x fem!reader

half of it is edited, at least. this has been sitting in my drafts, half done, since march. im sick of working on it, so you get this. sorgy

The sudden jerk of the train starting takes you by surprise, and you nearly fall down — had it not been for the fact that someone gripped your upper arms tightly before your face could connect with the cold, hard floor.

You look up quickly, your face heating when you realize who it is.

★ ★ ★

The familiar "whoosh" of the bus's old doors opening greets you warmly as you step inside, unsurprised to find almost all seats — save for one — vacant. Late nights are always lonely — it's always dark, empty, quiet — but today, there's another person on the bus with you.

He... Looks like the guy you saw on TV some time ago, though in a more... Tired state. Messy blonde hair, unbuttoned grey suit, loose pink tie — he's sitting in the back-most seat, his eyes, heavy with fatigue, transfixed on the window.

He didn't noice you come in.

You stand at the door for a little while, adjusting the bag on your shoulders before coming to a realization that sours your expression. That's your usual seat. He took it.

You scowl, making your way to the window seat a few meters away from him and sitting down with as much annoyance that you can muster.

You can hear the sound of the bus's wheels squeak every time they'd go over a bump, shaking the whole vehicle; smell the sour scent of sweat stained clothes from a long day of work; practically taste the citrus cleaning spray the cleaners use too much on the cloth seat covers.

The bus's doors creak closed. The vehicle abruptly jerks forward, a start, before its motion becomes steady. You settle into your seat, adjusting yourself until you're comfortable, feeling the worn fabric beneath your fingertips as you steady yourself.

As the bus picks up speed, you find your gaze drawn to the man.

His features are... Sharp, though not so much as to look intimidating; his eyes are half-moons as they stare longingly out the window, not taking in the view, more like just... Staring blankly; his breathing — visible from the rise and fall of his chest — is slow and steady, calm; and his nose is pointed, low, coming to a point just above those soft, kissable lips...

...

...Drat.

You clear your throat as if it'll clear your mind. Curse your tiredness, making your thoughts... Inappropriate.

You shift your bag in your lap, trying to distract yourself with the way the strap falls, the feeling of the stitching on the edges.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the man turn his head to face you. His eyes roam down your body before dragging themselves back up to your face, and, noticing your irate expression (due to the fact that he took YOUR seat), he raises an eyebrow and cocks his head to the side.

He looks at you curiously, scanning your features as the bus bounces up and down when the wheels go over the bumpy road.

He seems to pause, almost hesitate.

"Good to know I'm not the only one with late nights," he says, a grin playing on his lips.

God, his voice...!

"Same here," you mumble, keeping your eyes set on the window to avoid looking into his.

You both slip onto a comfortable silence again, all quiet except for the sound of the bus moving along the tar road, making those distinct noises you've almost memorized.

You can sort of ignore him now, focusing only on the view outside.

It's... Peaceful. At this time of night, there are little people on the streets — those who are still awake are the drunkards, stumbling back to their homes; and the office workers, their gaits slow and steady, tired from the long day of work.

The shops are all closed, and though shutters are pulled down, the colourful lights of their signs remain on; blues, reds, and whites paint the sidewalk a kaleidoscope of colours, one you've never noticed until now. Your eyes roam from the colourful concrete to the signs whizzing past the bus in a blur, your eyes struggling to read the letters.

"What's your name, by the way?"

You're brought out of your thoughts at his question. His voice is strangely soft, his tone understandably wary as you turn your head to face him.

You introduce yourself, and he nods. He tests your name out on his tongue, humming in delight — as though he just tasted something sweet.

"Arataka Reigen, greatest psychic of the 21st century!"

His introduction is over the top, his voice like a salesman's as he spins his hand — so fast that's it's all a blur — before he abruptly stops, bringing it up for you to shake. He flashes you a charming grin, one that makes your cheeks flush.

You take his hand, savouring the feeling of his worn fingers wrapping around yours as he shakes it.

And, leaning in close enough to smell the sharp cologne his wears and said in a low whisper, "But you can call me Arataka."

Arataka leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest in pride as he grins at your flushed cheeks.

"It's the first time I'm seeing another soul at this time of night," he remarks, tightening his tie absentmindedly, almost like an unconscious fidget of sorts. You nod in response. You watch as his fingers wrap around the pink fabric of his tie slowly, getting a better grip before pulling it close to his neck, adjusting it to make sure it's not too tight.

You clear your throat again, averting your gaze.

"I'm... Honestly surprised to find another person coming home from work this late," you parrot, gritting your teeth as you focus on the window. Stop staring, stop staring...

He hums in amusement before it's quiet once more, broken only by the sounds of the bus's engine working to keep the vehicle moving.

It stays like this for a while. Both your gazes are fixed on the window, staring at the buildings passing by in a watercolour blur.

The city is... Nicer? You can't tell whether it's because you have a handsome man sitting across from you, or because it really does look prettier, but all the lights seem... Dreamier than usual, all the tree's leaves a few shades greener.

You can't help but notice his eyes flicker to yours every few minutes, though you never manage to see it directly.

"The city's quite pretty tonight," You mumble to yourself, staring out the window as you adjust yourself in your seat.

Arataka's next words are barely audible, just above a whisper — and his voice is quiet enough for you to be sure that you weren't supposed to hear it, like he was just saying something to himself.

"Sort of like you."

Your heart skips a beat.

"What did you say?"

Your tone is curious as your gaze settles on him again, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, your eyes sparkling with the lights outside the window.

You can visibly see him get nervous: he breaks out into a sweat, his shoulders stiffening as he brings up the sleeve of his jacket to dry the beads of perspiration trickling down his forehead, his tone rushed and panicked.

"A-ah, hahaa—! What? I didn't say anything!"

You can hear the nervous grin on his face as he avoids your gaze, clearing his throat loudly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"You must've been hearing things! Those pesky spirits..."

Arataka clicks his tongue, scowling at the empty space above your shoulder for a moment before changing his expression to a neutral one again, bringing his eyes back to yours. The speed at which he gains and loses confidence is enough to give you whiplash — not that you mind, though.

"I can get rid of them for you," he says, with total confidence. He's grinning proudly, almost puffing his chest out a little.

It's... Endearing, if you can say that.

You pause, arching a brow at him in confusion.

"Get... Rid of...?"

Have you never heard of psychics before...?

He nods briskly, pointing a thumb at himself in pride. His mannerisms and movements are precise and swift, enough to get you to think he's done this kind of thing hundreds of times in the past.

"You're talking to a world renowned psychic, here."

...There's a beat of silence, save for the sound of the bus going over a bump.

"World... Renowned?" You parrot, your tone confused. You've... Never heard of this man in your life, this... Arataka Reigen.

He pauses for a moment, his jaw going slack and his hand falling a little before he quickly closes his mouth, his expression almost like he's laughing in disbelief.

"A-ah, yes, yes, world renowned! I'm known all across the globe! Surely you know my name?"

He sounds a little bit like he's in disbelief, though his voice remains prideful.

You raise your brow higher. He's egotistical, to put it lightly. Egotistical, but so, so handsome...

"I've... Never heard of you before," you say to him, watching in amusement as you wait for his reaction.

"Oh, come on!"

Arataka's voice is now definitely one of disbelief as he groans in exasperation, his voice and expression growing irate.

Surely you've seen his posters...? He told Mob to paste them on any empty surface.

"Never? Not even once?" He almost begs, nearly pleading, a note of desperation creeping into his words as he tries in vain to convince you of something you've already set your mind on.

...Which is to poke fun at him, of course.

You hum in thought, your gaze flickering to the window before bringing it back to meet his. There was one time — a rather embarrassing moment for him, in your opinion.

"...Well, there was this one time I saw him on TV..."

He's quick to cut you off.

"Oh, why— y-yes! Yes, no, no, you haven't heard of me, especially not on TV! No, nope! Never!"

His grin is too wide to be genuine; panicked, and his hands are all over the place — almost as though he's talking with them, too, as he gestures wildly. You can see the sweat droplets fly off his hands, in addition to seeing the light reflected off of them on his forehead.

You look on in amusement.

"I-I'm just your friendly neighbourhood psychic, providing exorcisms at competitive prices! Never been on TV, no sir-ee!"

He's sweating buckets now, his grin thin as he goes on and on and on. He just... Talks, and the only time he pauses in his speech is to take in a greedy mouthful of air before getting right back to his words, coming out of his mouth faster than you can understand them.

And though it is rather cute funny to see him act like this, you decide that it's about time you changed the topic and spare him the embarrassment.

...And it's at this moment exactly that the bus reaches your destination, and you need to get off.

You pause for a moment, double-checking the sign to be sure that it's your street. You're more than a little disappointed to be parting ways with this strange, handsome psychic, this Arataka Reigen.

"Uh... Bye, I guess," you say in mild disappointment. You give him a small smile as you sling your bag over your shoulders, sitting up from your seat.

You're leaving already...? He only just met you, though...

As you make your way to the door, you run your hands along the bus's seats, feeling the fabric beneath your fingertips. It's a sort of a... Habit, now, to touch the seats before you exit, like how you'd run your fingers over a bridge's railing. It delays you a few seconds.

...Wait. It's probably best to give you his card, y'know, for his number and the address of his office...

You're halfway to the bus's doors before Arataka stops you, calling your name, rifling through his suit's pockets and producing a sharp, white business card.

"My business card, for the exorcism I promised you."

He grins, jabbing the card in your face. Taking a moment to compute what he's doing, you quickly take it from him, thanking him. He nods in reply, bidding you 'bye-bye' in a quick, hasty voice once more as he waves you off the bus.

You stare at the card as you step out of the bus, making your way to the little flat you call home.

Arataka Reigen.

Your eyes trail down to the bottom, where you see a phone number.

His phone number.

Arataka's phone number.

★ ★ ★

All week, you stress. Should you call him? This... Mysterious, handsome psychic? What if he doesn't want to talk to you? What if he really did just give you his business card for business?

...The way his cheeks flushed when your hands brushed against each other tells a different story, though...

You're fidgeting with his card in your hands when you enter the train, finding that it's full with people coming home from work, as usual. It's just after sunset — the sun has only just dipped below the horizon, the last traces of its golden light fading as the pinks turn to blues, the blues turning to black.

You look back down to the card in your hands, still not having moved from far the train's doors, open wide.

Arataka Reigen.

Your fingers wrap around the frigid metal off the handle bar by the train's doors, though your grip isn't strong, still lost in your thoughts. You really, really wanna call him, but what if he really did give you his business card only for business? He didn't seem to really... Do anything special, nor did he say anything special. He just treated you like a normal client, it seems.

You're still thinking about how adorable his pink cheeks were, though...

The sudden jerk of the train starting takes you by surprise, and you nearly fall down — had it not been for the fact that someone gripped your upper arms tightly before your face could connect with the cold, hard floor.

You look up quickly, your face heating when you realize who it is.

Arataka.

He says your name in a disbelieving, breathless manner, his eyes wide and his expression awestruck for a moment before coming back to his senses. He startles, letting go of you in the blink of an eye as he lets out a yelp, his cheeks flushed a sweet pink as you feel yours heat in tandem.

He remembers your name.

Arataka remembers your name.

"We meet again," Arataka says awkwardly, the both of you standing in the middle of the train. It's a little hard to keep his voice steady and quiet, but he manages.

That well tailored grey suit of his is neat and ironed, his pink tie tightened and tied properly close to his neck. He looks... Good. Better than on the bus, at least.

You nod, trying to calm down your racing heart.

"...Arataka. This is a... Pleasant surprise."

...And just like that, it's awkward silence again.

At least it's not totally quiet though: there's the rumbling of the train car moving along on its metal rails, the rapid beating of your heart in your ears, your shallow breathing as you try to calm yourself down in vain...

Your eyes trail to the window, watching as the train emerges from the dark tunnel, getting bathed in the lights of the city's night life. There's the faint smell of disinfectant and sweaty clothes in the air.

It's when you almost fall over again that you finally decide to take a seat. Arataka follows suit, taking the seat beside you, seeing as all the other seats are taken.

He's awkward as he settles down in his seat, his side pressed up against yours. He looks either... Embarrassed, or ecstatic, since you're that girl he saw on the bus the other day, the one who made his cheeks flush and his heart beat wildly in his chest. You're that girl he'd given his business card to, the one that he's been waiting so, so patiently for to call, even so little as text him.

After a while, the two of you get comfortable against each other; the warmth of his body brings some sense of comfort to you, and the same to him. You... Fit, there, right by his side. He likes that.

Your eyes are trained on the window; the buildings are whizzing past the train, the yellows and oranges of the city lights blending together to form a pretty little painting. It seems so... Fantastical, and so... Unreal. You've never really paid any attention to the scenery...

The little cars on the roads are but small strokes of a brush on a canvas, their blacks and greys mixing in with the dull colours of the asphalt. There's people on the streets, since it's not too late in the night yet; they're all smoking, partying, drinking, having a good time... Because, after all, it is a Friday night.

...And you're alone.

God, you're pathetic.

You scowl slightly, settling into your seat, your side shifting against Arataka.

Though you don't notice it, Arataka's eyes aren't on the view outside the glass. He's looking at you, studying you, watching as your eyes dart from person to person walking along on the pavement, watching as you shift your bag on your lap to get more comfortable. His eyes are fixed on you as he roams his gaze up and down your body, using his eyes to trace the outline of your comfortable clothing and sighing, almost dreamily so.

You're really pretty.

...It stays like this for a while. Neither of you say anything to eachother, though both your minds are plagued by the other.

You find yourself fidgeting with anything you can — the cloth straps of your bag, the thin strands of your hair, the knuckles of your fingers. It's hard to keep your thoughts from going haywire when Arataka's body is pressed against yours, especially when it's almost quiet enough for him to hear your racing heart.

He, too, is freaking out — his heart is threatening to burst from his chest, his mind reeling so much to the point where it's starting to hurt. The only difference is that he hides it well, and you're... Well, you're not as experienced. And he's definitely noticed.

As he stares at you, Arataka calls your name softly, absentmindedly, and his heart almost stops when your eyes connect with his.

They seem so... So sparkly, so big and wide, taking in everything. They reflect the environment; Arataka can see himself in them as he gathers his thoughts quickly, clearing his throat loudly.

It's hard to form words around you, especially words that aren't 'kiss me', you know that?

"So how've you been?" He asks smoothly, ending his question with your name.

You hum.

"...Good. You?"

Arataka nods, his posture relaxed in relation to yours. He shifts against you, almost leaning against you, and your heart skips a beat.

"Great, yeah."

He begins to gesture with his hands again, something that you've missed seeing a lot more than you'd think you would — especially considering the fact that the only time you've met him is on a bus, late at night, the both of you definitely not thinking straight under the influence of sleep deprivation.

"So how's that spirit of yours holding up? Gotten it rid of already?"

He gestures to your shoulder, his expression neutral as he analyses the empty air. He definitely notices that you haven't done anything about this supposed spirit haunting you.

So you stay quiet for a while, unsure of whether to lie and keep him in this emotional state or tell him the truth and make it worse.

"I, uh... Haven't done anything yet."

...

"You WHAT?!"

The passengers in the train all shush him in unison, and Arataka mumbles a quick 'sorry' before leaning in close to you, shielding his voice from the outside with a hand, almost like children telling each other secrets. It's just an excuse to get closer to you, to be completely honest.

You can barely focus on what he's saying, your cheeks a bright red as you feel his breath ghost over your skin.

"You HAVE to do something about it, I mean—"

He makes small gestures to the space above your shoulder, trying his best not to upset the people beside him. He fails, evident in the way they scowl at him and take a few steps away.

"This thing is dangerous!"

You sigh, leaning a little away from him as you feel the red in your cheeks fade.

"It hasn't done anything, though."

"Hasn't done anything YET," he cuts you off, hissing in a whisper. "You could've DIED!"

He gets shushed again. He sighs in annoyance, leaning away from you and talking in a calmer, quieter voice. He's smooth with it; his words come out naturally, almost instinctually — it doesn't sound like he's been desperate to say those words ever since he met you, and it doesn't sound like he's begging you to say yes.

"How 'bout this, hm? I'm heading to my office right now for a late night job. Why don't you come and I'll get rid of this—" he scowls, swatting the space above your shoulder again —"horrid spirit of yours?"

You pause. It's a... Very, very tempting offer. On one hand, you want to go back home and rest; while on the other, you want to follow this handsome, blonde psychic and see how he'll 'exorcise' this supposed spirit of yours.

You decide quickly, just as a light rain begins to patter on the glass windows.

"Sure, alright," you say, giving him a slight smile. Arataka nods in response, smiling at you, before his gaze trails to the windows where the rain gets heavier and heavier the closer you get to Arataka's office.

"SEE?!" Again, he's shushed.

"This is the work of the spirit!" He says, gesturing to the heavy rain that's now beating aggressively on the window in an unpredictable drumbeat. The people on the streets panic and try to get to shelter, whilst others bring out umbrellas.

You're quiet for a while.

"The... Rain?"

He nods briskly, seriously.

"Spirits can influence things, you see. They range from small events like how hot you heat up your bento, to this," he says grimly, gesturing to the thunder and lightning that has started to strike the ground in bright white flashes across cutting across the grey sky.

"The bigger the event, the more powerful the spirit. And," he says, leaning back more in his seat and crossing his arms, "this is a crazy powerful spirit. It's unwise to leave it alone for so long. It's reacting in this way because we mentioned its existence."

"Oh, okay, that... Right, that makes a lot of sense," you agree slowly, nodding in response to his words. Arataka knows a lot about spirits, it seems.

He grins in triumph, just as the train announces its location and its doors slide open. He gets up, gesturing for you to follow.

"It's just a 15 minute walk," he assures you.

When you get out of the train station, you find that it's still raining heavily. There's that smell of rain, which is nice, and you get lightly showered with the cold droplets as they bounce up and off the pavement and road.

Arataka scowls, groaning under his breath as he takes out a pocket umbrella, clicking it open.

"We'll have to share. It's small because it's meant for one person."

He gestures for you to get under the umbrella. It's... Close. You're very close to him, just like in the train, though, this time, your bodies are only almost touching. The two of you have to shuffle on the ground a little to walk.

As you begin walking, you find yourself walking closer and closer until you're touching sides. Arataka doesn't seem to argue; in fact, he wordlessly slides a tentative hand around your waist, holding you tight to him as the crystal droplets of rain pitter-patter loudly against the tiny clear plastic umbrella he holds. His grip grows more confident and firm the longer his hand is there.

It's quiet when the both of you stop at a crossing, waiting for the cars to clear and the light to turn to the little man, indicating you can walk.

Then a particularly fast car comes along. It's definitely speeding, and when it nears the large puddle of water near the sidewalk, Arataka smoothly pushes you back, bringing the umbrella up to shield you, and only you, from the dirty water.

The dirty rain water splashes at his pants and the droplets from the sky pelt him, causing him to wince slightly. It makes his golden hair to stick to his forehead, makes his expensive grey suit soaked at the shoulders, makes his sleeves dripping wet.

Before you know it, he brings the umbrella up again, and begins walking again without a word. His hand finds itself back to it's position, holding you securely around your waist.

"Thanks," you say. He pauses, turning to look at you.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?! THE RAIN'S TOO LOUD!"

You mutter a quick apology before repeating your thanks, this time shouting. His bewildered expression disappears, smiling cutely as he nods, before he continues walking.

The both of you continue in a comfortable silence for another minute or so before you reach the office. He leads you inside, shaking off the umbrella. The office smells... Really salty, coupled with the expensive scents of some kinds of incense you can't make out.

"Here we are!" He exclaims proudly. "Ah, oh, right. This is my apprentice, Mob."

Arataka places a firm hand on the shoulder of what looks to be a middle schooler with a bowl cut. He waves at you politely, smiling slightly, and you nod in response, waving back.

Arataka unbuttons his jacket and hangs it on the wall, and you have to clench your fists tightly to stop yourself from staring.

"Now," Arataka says smoothly, taking a seat in his chair and looking so, so attractive, "what package shall you take?"

He pulls out a piece of paper, with three courses labelled.

"Option A, the trial course, gets you 20% spirit reduction; option B, the serious course, which gets you 50% spi—"

Mob leans in to whisper something into his ear, and Arataka seems to be taken aback for a moment. He scoffs, hissing in a whisper, "Of COURSE there's a spirit, you just can't see it," which Mob seems to be placated by, going back to his spot reading manga.

Arataka clears his throat, opening his mouth to speak again.

"As I was saying," he glares at Mob, "Option A, the trial course, gets you 20% spirit reduction; option B, the serious course, which gets you 50% spirit reduction; and option C, the all-out course, gets you 99% spirit reduction." He gestures for you to take the seat in front of the desk.

"Of course," he says, grinning just like the hideous poster on the wall, "if it comes back, I'll get rid of it — for 20% off."

Sitting down, you bring the paper close to you...

...And find that every course is above your budget.

You smile nervously, pushing the paper back to him and getting up from your chair. This has clearly been a complete waste of time, especially since it all seems so sketchy, and you've only fallen for it because he's handsome...

"S... Sorry, Arataka," you apologise, bowing slightly once you've gotten up from your chair. "I can't really afford anything."

You move to the door, and it's only a moment later that you hear Arataka scrambling to get out of that fancy office chair, his brow slick with sweat and his words rushing out of his mouth.

"Woah, woah, woah, hey, my success rates are 99.9%! All my clients leave happy!" He cries, a note of desperation in his voice.

You shake your head, smiling politely. "No thanks."

He panics again as you reach for the doorknob. Your movements are slow — so, so slow, and it's definitely apparent that you're just stalling, as if waiting to see if he'll do anything.

He takes advantage of that.

Half stumbling and half sliding in front of you and using his body to block the door, he stands, gathering himself for a moment before—

"H-hey, hey, wait—!"

Arataka grips your shoulders tightly, beginning to massage. You pause, silent, a little taken aback.

"Feels good, right?" He says quietly as you almost melt at his touch. He's standing directly in front of you, staring at— no, studying your face as he moves his fingers in firm, soothing circles. "Like it?"

Your shoulders are absolutely screwed up.

You hum, rolling your joints a little bit. Arataka feels a surge of pride when a chorus of the cracking of your messed up bones fill the air, though he still presses gentle, relieving circles and dots into your skin, pressing enough for you to feel it firmly below the clothing you wear.

His touch, though soft and caring, is... Firm. Very, very firm, very unyielding. It's clear that he knows what he's doing, and it's clear that he's confident that this will work. His fingers are round dots of alleviation as they press softly into your skin, and their movements and placements are careful and calculative.

He grips your shoulders, dragging you slowly, slowly, slowly to the chair in the middle of the room and sitting you down on it.

Now that you're seated, Arataka feels your neck and shoulders a little. He goes round and round your little chair, pressing at this spot and that spot — he's looking for something, it's clear; he's looking for tightness or rigidity beneath your skin, places to apply pressure, places to soothe and fix.

You barely notice how his hands seem to almost lovingly caress you.

"Here?"

He bends down and shifts his hand a little closer to your neck, near that place that always aches when you look down — the base of the movement and the base of the neck itself. You sigh in delight, leaning into his touch — sending waves of butterflies and pride swelling in Arataka. His heart nearly bursts out of his chest as he sees you get more and more relaxed, enjoying his touch. His cheeks flush and a dopey grin adorns his face.

He hums, pressing more firmly and confidently.

It's about a minute later when Arataka retracts his hands almost reluctantly, his fingers lingering on you. You roll your neck and shoulders, sitting up and off the chair.

"I must say, Arataka," you say, shoving him slightly as a sort of playful gesture. His cheeks flush at the contact, a cute little grin on his face.

"That was a great massage."

His grin grows prideful, jabbing a thumb at himself proudly.

"You're talking to the greatest psychic of the 21st century, here!"

You sigh, almost dreamily so, as Arataka begins to go on and on and on about all his achievements, his accomplishments, his goals...

...

You pause. You have to pay — you can't just get caught up in his silly little endearing antics again.

"Um, Arataka?"

You interrupt him as he's talking proudly about himself, and he stares at you, a little confused and a little annoyed. He doesn't really care if it's you, though.

You gesture to the paper on the desk, the one with all the courses and prices. Your tone is regretful; you shouldn't have fallen so easily for such a blatant scam, c'mon, you're smarter than this...

"I can't pay. I didn't bring enough money."

Arataka pauses. Gears seem to turn in his head for a moment before his eyes light up, another one of those adorable horrible grins settling on his face again.

"Tell you what."

He tries to lean on the wall, finds that it's too far, and stumbles instead. He clears his throat, his cheeks red with embarrassment.

"Instead of paying, how about you..."

His grin widens as he pauses for dramatic effect. You wait patiently.

He's not actually pausing for dramatic effect, though; he's trying to get time to prepare what his tone will be, how his body language will look, how loud and confident his voice is...

It's a really, really long pause.

"...Go on a date with me?"

A date? With him? Mob's just sitting on the little couch in the corner of the room when he looks up from his manga, intrigued by the word 'date'.

Great. Now you've got a 14-year-old's pressure on your back.

You hum for a moment, thinking, as though your answer will be anything but a resounding yes. Your cheeks are flushed, but so are his once he hears what you say in response.

"Yes, please."

His grin widens in absolute joy, and he puts his hands harshly, securely in his pockets to prevent himself from grabbing you by the collar and sloppily kissing you right now.

He opens and closes his mouth to speak multiple times before he decides on what to say. He looks so, so happy — his eyes are wide and full of wonder, his grin is big and silly, and his cheeks are that same sweet pink as on the bus.

"Saturday? Saturday, 8:00 PM?"

You nod.

And waving goodbye as you open the door to leave, "I'll see you on Saturday."

[scolek]

whether im guessing right or not, black is still a way more valid color than orange. orange cures still dont exist and never will, even if toei insists otherwise

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@talking-snot

@al13n-upr1s1ng

( the other rp blogs involved w/ this are @psychicflavouredritzcracker @tak3naka @wordsofemi @hairazawateruki @shoumeyourmoves @tsunami-waves @thebetterreigen i wasnt sure where 2 list them ic... )

BLOG / RP RULES

1 . no nsfw. being slightly suggestive / jokes is fine, just dont be too weird. the owner of the blog is a minor so...!

2 . serirei, ekurei, roshurei are all welcome!!! just please be 16+ for any shipping. reimob dni.

3. magic asks & asks giving reigen stuff are allowed!! make him tell the truth for the next 5 asks or something idk!

4. art of asks/interactions are allowed!! itd actually be SOSOSOSO SO cool... :3

5. use common sense lol

feel free to join in on the rp as anyone! multiverse stuff + ocs are cool!! i personally dont mind asks from characters already taken by ppl involved in the group we have but if you want 2 join in on that we request ur someone not already being played

TAGS

#spirit consulting – ask answering

#curses and such – rp events / magic asks

#sns employees – posts with/related to other sns employees (mob, serizawa, tome)

#go go reigen ! – yapping / reblog answering

#reigens life advice – reigen approved life advice!

#ooc – stuff ooc!

arcs will have their own tags when theyre started

ARCS

#roach arc – reigen gets turned into a bug for a day

#the great shoot out of reigen arc – emi, teru, & ritsu fight over suspiciously mob shaped ocs... reigen then gets jumped

#truth arc – reigen gets cursed to tell the truth for 24 hours

OORP INTRO

hi hello! im 16, she / her only please! main blog : @raratakaa

reigen MIGHT be a tad ooc at times.... so plz bare with me. im also not the best writer ever, so im hoping to use this to improve!

[gumy-shark]

"i love thinking about my mp100 tma concept au" wait come back. keep talking 👀👀👀

ok so first off i want to note that im calling it a concept au bc i dont really plan to do anything with it myself, its just fun concepts to think about, and at this stage its pretty much just entity assignments (with help from skye candyskiez in dms) and a fun venue for characterization. like seriously i don’t even know if it’s better for mob to still have psychic powers or not in this au tbh

so anyways the assignments

buried mob/desolation ???%. in world domination arc, he literally says out Loud how afraid he is of losing everything he cares about (and it being by his own hand/not being strong enough to protect them. both very desolation core). but at the same time the level of repression he’s putting himself through to feel like that won’t happen are suffocating him throughout the entire series. therefore the two sides of shigeo get their own entities and represent the other side’s greatest fear. never becomes full avatar of either but gets close to desolation in confession arc

stranger ritsu. this one was skye’s (i originally liked web ritsu for his control issues) and is bc of his Identity Issues (i mean hell big cleanup arc started because ritsu realized he didn’t know who he was underneath what everyone else thought of him!!). my favorite thing to rotate with this one is like. The Incident (or a version of it if i want to go full au) happening and ritsu justifying it how he does in canon, with “that wasn’t my brother. it looked like him but it wasn’t.” and then ritsu gets back from the hospital and mob is Different now and he just goes “that’s Still not my brother”.

reigen is. see it’s hard here bc his entire bit is that he Doesn’t Have Powers. so he’d have to be unaligned/a normal guy. but ALSO i think the lonely and the web are constantly trying to contact him about his cars extended warranty. so there’s that

dimple. he’s dimple! (leaning towards web for the brainwashing or end bc. well bc hes a ghost. but ALSO because hes afraid of being satisfied and reaching that final end! like thats why he does the whole divine tree arc!)

teru is, in my heart, like if adelard dekker was an annoying teenager. actively working to keep himself unaligned with any Fears and to stop rituals/keep avatars from gaining too much power. vulnerable to the lonely and the hunt but mostly manages to stay human

desolation shou. which yeah mobs also desolation but like. he did very much burn that guys house down. so it can be in a different way. in this au he’d be an agnes/gerry type guy, being raised into the desolation and then going “oh this fucking sucks. im going to stop this.” he and teru are vaguely aware of each other but don’t communicate

[philtstone]

WIP Tag Game

Rules: Share a snippet from whatever you’re currently working on, and then tag 5 people.

tagged by @firstelevens

no pressure tagging @sesamestreep @sayheykid @flyinghome-againstthewind @tllgrrl @walkinginland and also @carrotsofthepirabbean because i wanna see more of the worlds greatest Star Trek au xoxoxo

so im working on like 3 things at the same time because that always ends well? and theyre all currently in completely disjointed half-written snippets state, lol. here are 2 short bits from the most unserious one, aka the princess bride-inspired au i once told zainab about and then almost forgot completely until a week ago.

“Gus, I think I just communicated with a dead girl!”

I’m not dead!

“Aaah!” Shawn’s responding exclamation occurs at a much higher pitch than is objectively dignified. “What? No! What? Who – you!”

“Who?” asks Gus, wide-eyed.

“Jules?!” Shawn says, unsure to whom the question is directed. He looks wildly around, then up at the sky, then finally back down to the peaceful, round cheeked face smushed into the grass between them. Gingerly, he leans over and nudges her head to face the tree canopy instead.

Took you long enough to notice, says Juliet’s grumpy, disembodied voice. That was not a comfortable position, you two. So much for your druid lineage.

Shawn, staring googly-eyed at her motionless body, feels the bottom half of his jaw slowly drop open and hang on its hinge like a squeaky see-saw. 

“What are we staring at?” Gus whispers, from right behind his ear. Shawn is too catatonic with shock to startle.

“Gus … she’s talking to me.”

“Juliet?!”

Yes! says Juliet’s bright voice emphatically in Shawn’s head.

“Yes!” squeaks Shawn in a very manly fashion. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Ooooh my God. Gus! I’m not – I’m not actually a psychic. I don’t talk to spirits! I barely believe in spirits. Until five seconds ago the top job on my resume was a court jester position I never actually held!” He takes a big long deep breath and feels slightly dizzy. “Why can I hear her?”

“I don’t know!” say Gus and Juliet at the same time, in markedly different tones and registers. For one thing, Shawn can hear Gus using his eardrums. Juliet’s voice just echoes in his skull like a little wind chime. Shawn swoons, very mildly. Gus catches him.

“Where would I be without you, Gus,” Shawn mumbles, into his best friend’s tunic lapel.

**

and excerpt two ...

“Well,” announces Woody the Miracle Man. “Lucky for you two, the little lady is not, in fact, deceased.”

“You mean we haven’t just been carting a dead body around for two days like idiots?” Gus asks desperately.

“Huh. That’d explain why she still smells like peaches.” Shawn looks down at Juliet’s serene, not-dead face. Her long eyelashes fan out against her cheeks and her golden hair flutters and twirls around her face in the faint breeze from the open window. He absolutely does not sigh in an involuntary and relieved and heart-fluttery fashion.

It’s the oil I use for my scalp, Juliet chimes in helpfully.

“Shawn, focus,” says Gus. “If she’s not dead, what’s wrong with her?”

“Well,” says Woody. “That’s the thing. She’s not completely dead. She is a little bit mostly as much as one can be without dying dead. Isn’t that so fun? I love medicine.”

“Mostly dead?” Shawn asks incredulously. 

“On a percentage scale,” Gus starts, “whereabouts would you put her, exactly?”

Shawn hits him. 

“Oh, a hefty seventy-four. And a half, I’d say.”

Huh. Huh.

[toonie-selfships]

To all my f/os, romantic, queerplantonic, and familial.

Companion cube, i may not speak about you much but i love you dearly. You fill me with whimsy and joy whenever i see you in portal.

Sun & Moon, thank you for making me smile and helping me rest, for being my respective light in the dark and the shade in the bright.

Stanley, i love the way you're chaotic, the way you do everything with reason and how perseverant you are. Never stop doing what you love.

Avalon, i never expected you to come into my life but I'm glad you did, you might of not been one of my favorites as a kid but thank you for being one of my favorites now.

Boris, thank you for helping me care about my dental health and sharing my bizarre interest in teeth, my big silly green Russian.

Mr handy, honestly i just adore your design and your accent, you're concept as a whole is delightful to encounter.

Vibiano, i adore your personality and your affinity for fashion, i can always count on you to help me feel stylish.

Inspekta, dude what the fuck is your deal.

Dr Loboto, despite your insanity i still see warmth inside you, i wish you never went what you did as a child but i still love you regardless through your flaws.

Kinito, you're my best friend inside the computer and you always make me smile when you're nice to me.

Mach, i might not think of you much but i always love being in your presence.

Jel, you're so gentle and kind, your heart is warm while your worldview is sometimes dismal, but no matter what I'll be by your side.

Zagzagel, i dont know what it is about you but i just can't get enough of you, you keep me safe in the worst of moments and you help me with my problems when i dont know how to help myself.

Cobigail, you're always making me laugh when i need to, you might frighten me sometimes but we both know it's all in good fun.

Floofty, you might be antisocial and rather rude sometimes but somehow you're always so nice to me in your own convoluted way, and i love watching you grow and progress as a grumpus.

Folly, girl you're so fucking scary and hot what the hell.

Gwimbly, homeless or not you're the controller to my console, the chiptune to my 8-bit, i love you whole heartedly and never want to let you go.

Milla, i love you so much mama milla, im so glad i get to call you my mother. You're an absolutely wonderful person and i hope everyday is wonderful for you even through the worst of times.

Mettaton, you were my first ever familial f/o and im so proud i get to call you my dad, you're the best god damn dad i could of ever asked for.

Ronbo, i dont know what it is about you but something about you just screams "dad" to me and when i first saw you i immediately knew you were the dad for me.

Diane, you may be much bigger than me but that doesn't make you any less of a mother! You're smart, you're focused, you're wonderful. Thank you for being my mother.

Roulxs, to me you're the deltarune mettaton, you might be lancers lesser dad but to me you're my greater dad, thank you for teaching me about puzzles and listening to me talk about my interests.

Razputin, you're my first ever sibling f/o and i hope you grow up to be the greatest god damn psychonaut there is next to the psychic 6. You're going to do great things, i know it.

The Aquato family as a whole, thank you so much for welcoming me in over time to the family, if it wasn't for Raz I don't think i would of ever found such a loving and acrobatic family!

Highroller, you're my gorgeous son/daughter, your shows are always a feat to behold! I'm so excited to see you again this April!

And finally...

Dave Brubot, we've been married for a year now and i know that when I'm with you the world makes sense, you make me smile so much that it hurts. Sometimes thinking about you makes me want to cry because you fill my heart with so much love, there's no other cog for me and you'll always be my number one. I'm so glad i have the honor of calling you my husband. You're always so gorgeous no matter what you wear, i could spend eternity with you and never feel bored. I hope we get to spend the rest of time together.

I love you all 💙

[zilliondollapussy]

The more i go within the more compelling i am the more i go within the more respected i am the more i go within the more chased after i am the more i go within the more pursued i am the more i go within the more desired i am the more i go within the more favored i am the more i go within the more chosen i am the more i go within the more paid attention to i am the more i go within the more quicker i am the more i go within the more self-content i am the more i go within the more spellbinding I am the more i go within the more effective I am the more i go within the more magical worlds i find the more i go within the more supernatural worlds i find the more i go within the more otherworldly worlds i find the more i go within the more certain i am the more i go within the more assured i am the more i go within the more surefire the more i go within the more supported i am the more i go within the more formidable i am the more i go within the more i bridged absolutely all the gaps the more i go within the more the truth is revealed to me the more i go within the more the truth is magnetized to me the more i go within the more i UNWAVERINGLY WIN the more i go within the more I UNSHAKABLY WIN the more i go within the more i see failure doesnt exist the more i go within the more i see i actually already have everything i desire dream of and need the more i go within the more im more efficient the more i go within the more evolved i am the more i go within the more advanced i am the more i go within the more gifted i am the more i go within the more lovefilled i am the more i go within the more effective i am the more i go within the more energetically powerful spiritually powerful magically powerful telepathically powerful authentically powerful psychologically powerful purely powerful i am the more i go within the more aligned i am the more i go within the more trustworthy i am the more i go within the more completely trustable the more i go within the more formidably psychic i am the more i go within the more formidably magical i am the more i go within the more seriously Magic I am the more i go within the more respected i am the more i go within the more sacred i am the more i go within the more clarity i receive the more i go within the more compelling portals i effortlessly receive the more i go within the more i effortlessly receive every one of my desires and desired people and preferred experiences the more i go within the more happier i am the more i go within the more joyful i am the more i go within the more freer i am the more i go within the more blissful i am the more i go within the more safer i am the more i go within the more content i am the more i go within the more I RECEIVE PRECISELY THE ANSWER IVE BEEN SEEKING BRINGING ME THE GREATEST RELIEF the more i go within the more RELIEVED I AM the more i go within the more SATISFIED I AM the more i go within the more ASCENDED I AM the more i go within the more KNOWLEDGEABLE I AM the more i go within the more PAIN-FREE I AM the more i go within the more STRESS-FREE I AM the more i go within the more WORRY-FREE I AM the more i go within the more I AFFIRM WHAT I TRULY NEED the more i go within the more I ALIGN MYSELF W FREQUENCIES I TRULY NEED TO BE ON the more i go within the more accepted i am the more i go within the more i can breathe the more i go within the more i quantum leap the more i go within the more i timeline shift the more i go within the more im taken seriously the more i go within the more magickal i am the more i go within the more impressive i am the more i go within the more kunty i am the more i go within the more perfect i am the more i go within the more astonishing i am the more i go within the more objectively beautiful i am the more i go within the more objectively stunning i am the more i go within the more desirable i am the more needed i am the more successful i am the more i go within the more unforgettable i am the more i go within the more superior i am the more i go within the more elite i am

[mothernaturesonlybitch]

Personally after so many fucking predatory men Cast love spells over our life. with all their fucking d1ckwitch spirits. like Do you feel no fucking remorse for trying love spell a litreal fucking lesbian? I was in hiding you fucking binded me to you, and Viridi plotted all the fucking ways to escape because you knew i belonged to her. You would not believe the amount of fucking hatred i have for you Zach. You are fucking predatory as shit. I hope you eat shit every fucking day till you die. Viridi always kept me away from you regardless while we tested to see how far you'd take it. Im a fucking married aroace lesbian woman for my Viridi. Viridi was always in control, not your little love goddess not your fucking little demons. What you did was not cool. You knew i was happy with Viridi. Your a fucking magical sexual & romantic predator.

I know your watching you motherfucker. If you ever show face to me ever again you have no idea how angry i am.

Viridi assures me she was always in control & she was protecting me. But i also know you still tried me. I know you fucking tried to force my hand in marriage when i was fucking already married and so incredibly happy. All those fucking false things viridi allowed you to hear me say to see if you'd understand its hollow rage to want to fucking stab you a thousand times behind each word. I was aware. But as the words of furina, Each worlds greatest actor must eventually meet their curtian call.

I hope your happy with the mess you made & the fucking cult you created to try and stop me motherfucker. the amount of hatred i feel for you is larger then the fucking big beetle sun. You are warned to never come near me again. If you keep trying. Well. Lets say Viridi has more then something to say to you.

Viridi says if you ever lay a single finger on me, she'll just straight up kill you. No warrent no warning. Dead. You know she completely possesesed your ass before. This is only one thing and was only ever one thing. Fucking psychic warfare you mutant cunt loving ninja fucktard. You have and never will have, Control over me. Thats the greatest kicker innit. I was a c t i n g. Earnestly i dont know what it is with motherfuckers like you who think a woman is simply a fucking object. like really. Love isnt something you buy or do spells for. its something you earn. and if someone doesnt like you for the shitstain you are? T o u g h. Grow a pair little man. you certainly liked to talk all that hero shit, when we were in contact. but really all you and all of your group are is incels. thats the bottom line, Your wizard incels. Magic is something you do on yourself to heal & grow as a person not control people into being phucking sex slaves. You tried to get me to defend humanity. But i was never one of them. im not a hero. Im the villian in your story, but id rather to be left the f*CK Alone.

I also know you fucking cheated the hell out of your ex spirit wife. You actually had someone good there. even if it was mainly a tulpa lol.

Earnestly in short, Fuck you burn in hell.

[haysaprocky]

ngl Hayley, ur my hero

HELL YEAAAAAAAAA 🦸🏻‍♀️❤️‍🔥

i appreciate the loveeee 🫂 i Know more of you understand what’s really happening in the world right now than maybe you’re letting on just yet because no one is unfollowing me even when i say things that might be a lil “crazy” lmaooo 😭! once i’m off being a wife and a mother i’m not gonna have nearly as much time to dedicate to my troops so im really just tryna make an impact here while i can :)

i know i know i knowwww i been on some real jillian michaels shit lately and not everyone is gonna resonate with it!!! but when i was at my lowest points is when i was actually looking for someone like me who was sharing an inspiring message with people and reminding them of their power. so i’m just utilizing this space to show up as the person who i know can make a difference in this world through being their best self. and that’s been the greatest honour of my life, really truly. i’m crying rn as i type this 😭

people who are too lazy to understand will think that i am mean. but the truth is i care so deeply. and if you the people are not feeling your pain, my psychic ass is over here feeling it for you. and i don’t want to watch people express themselves from a place of brokenness and trauma anymore. i want to see my people rise above all that madness and shine their lights so brightly and fearlessly. because that is what we are here to do 🌟

[cultkinkcoven]

I always found it strange that people try to use science as evidence that the Gods, or God, doesn’t exist. Partially because I very much consider science and math to be the languages of God but also that like,

our would is fucking magical, and insane. Call me loony but MAGNETS??? THATS MAGIC!!!!

Yes there’s a scientific explanation but I don’t think that makes it any less magical. Oh yeah all these electrons are pointing the same way so these magical metal rocks are intrinsically attracted to eachother. Oh and this works on a cosmic scale, yeah thank magnetism for your fucking atoms not flying apart at all times, thanks magical mystery force.

Oh yeah and information can be transferred through light, the fastest thing in the universe. Yea you can send music through a light. And bluetooth? No fuck not even just bluetooth, the entire concept of EM radiation in general. You’re telling me that one day they just tapped into radio waves and discovered there were a nearly infinite amount AND we can use them to communicate from across the GLOBE? And the higher you go the more or less you can do with them? HELLO? We can see the bones inside our bodies with X rays. We can use radio and microwaves to communicate, to see the fucking BEGINNING of the universe, to heat up a fucking piece of pizza in a box that would seem like a cosmic god to a medieval pilgrim. Never mind the INTERNET which is an invisible psychic link between all people which contains all the knowledge of all of humanity. And the fucking magical machines with mother boards that have strange symbols and circuits built into it? Hello? Is that not magic?

“that would mean a simple lightbulb is magic too” YEAH!!!??? HOW THE FUCK??? DOES ELECTRICITY FLOW THROUGH A SYSTEM AND WHY ???? DOES IT ?

We’re so fucking lucky electricity is predictable and that the laws of physics are mostly stable because ????!?!???!!!! it just happens to work out for us in this beautiful way!? OKAY!

The thing I love about Humanity is that someone always cares about and is mesmerized by the world. There’s people who have spent their entire lives fascinated by and studying rock formations. I always think it’s so cool to imagine that science is the language of the Gods because all of this shit so cool and hidden/difficult to discover that they almost needed to make dumb humans to appreciate it all.

Elements, chemistry, biology… My damn atoms look like solar systems!!! My veins are tree roots filled with lightning. My eyes are sand dunes. My brain is a mega computer. The entire earth cries and breathes and screams in frequencies I cannot understand. The oceans create the clouds, the creatures at the bottom of the sea create breathable air for every creature on land.

My body filters information through my senses. I enjoy listening to longitudinal waves with my ear holes, and I love looking at pretty waves of electromagnetic radiation with my eye holes.

DUDE THATS FUCKING CRAZY WHAT!!! DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON ALL THE ANIMALS EXPERIENCING ALL THESE WAVES AND VIBRATIONS IN DIFFERENT WAYS THAN ME WHATT!!!!!??? THE TREES TALK TO EACHOTHER?? AND LIGHT ACTS AS A WAVE OR A PARTICLE DEPENDING ON IF ITS BEING OBSERVED?????!!

and everything starts with movement, that’s all. Vibrations, patterns that evolve into greater patterns. Fractals, sacred geometry.

In my mind it doesn’t even matter if there is a God, if there is then hell yeah, this is the greatest thing ever created. If not then that’s even more INSANE and fantastical because all of this shit just happened. AND IM!!! HERE TO LOSE MY MIND ABOUT IT!!!! THATS WILD AS FUCK and AWESOME in its own way!!!!!!

Gods I love the universe I love nature I love Humanity I love the macro verse and the micro verse and everything in between in this infinite mess of waves and vibrations. I think it’s perfect.

So, I'm not sure this is a unpopular opinion or not but here goes.

I believe in science and material fact. However I also believe that the gods are the ones who made science or set in motion the things in the universe that are considered science.

I dont see alot of people talking from this perspective, so I just wanted to know everyone's thoughts !

[scolek]

using my powers as the worlds greatest psychic to know exactly the part of this tier list you'd take issue with. im sorry, i just dont care about latte and asumi. i dont care about latte at all. i actually originally had latte in the same tier as them, but i had to follow my heart. and my heart said that im fine with the fairies that shit out seeds for some reason. i dont know why im fine with that, but i think it helps that they have extra utility in that way. i think. if i had to guess. again, following my heart.

[zilliondollapussy]

WHEN I SPEAK EVERYONE LISTENS IM STYLISH AND A NATURAL FASHIONISTA I FEARLESSLY CREATE MY OWN WORLD! IM TRULY AN AMAZING PERSON IM DIVINELY THANKFUL NOT A SINGLE SOUL HAS EVER TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF ME BECAUSE IM JUST TOO IMMEASURABLY RESPECTED I SEE EVERYTHING WITH LOVE AND EVERYONE EVERYTHING APPRECIATES IT VALUES IT 100%! I REALIZE HOW I SHAPE PEOPLE'S PERCEPTIONS AND THE WORLD! MY ENERGY IS VERY VERY STRONG VERY UNBELIEVABLY POWERFUL! TO ABSOLUTELY EVERYBODY IM VERY BEAUTIFUL LIKE PAMELA ANDERSON IN THE 90s PHYSICAL STANDARD OF BEAUTY! MY MAKEUP ROUTINE IS UNBELIEVABLY SUPREME AND UNPARALLELED AND AWEINSPIRING! MY HAIR LOOKING GOOD! EVERYONE JUST STOPS AND STARE! IM DEEPLY CONNECTED TO THE SPIRITUAL WORLD ENERGY WORLD OTHERWORLDLY WORLD SUPERNATURAL WORLD MAGICAL WORLD MYSTICAL WORLD THE MIRACLE REALM THE SOLUTION-ORIENTED REALM MY POWERFUL PRESENCE IS INTOXICATING! IM DIVINELY SUPREME WITH EMOTIONAL HEALING WHICH IS WHY ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE DIRELY AND GRAVELY NEEDS ME! IM DIVINELY THANKFUL EVERYONE JUST INSTINCTIVELY INTUITIVELY GET IT WHEN I SAY ↕️🙂↔️ CHILLS CONFIRMATION! I HAVE THIS UNSURPASSABLY UNMATCHED UNPARALLELED SKILLED ADVANCED SUPERIOR MAGICAL BLISSFUL CLAIRSENTIENCE CLAIRGUSTANCE CLAIRALIENCE CLAIRAUDIENCE! I HAVE THIS UNMATCHED UNCANNIEST ABILITY TO FEEL UNBELIEVABLY DEEPESTLY INTO SITUATIONS PEOPLE AND PLACES (STRONG chills STRONGEST INTUITION)! IM DIVINELY SUPREME AT SEEING BEYOND THE PHYSICAL REALM! MY TUMBLR PAGE IS ME HONING AND UPGRADING MY GIFTS MY ABILITIES SUPERNATURAL PSYCHIC ABILITIES SPIRITUAL GIFTS IN SILENCE! IM DIVINELY THANKFUL ABSOLUTELY NO ONE CAN PEAK INTO MY HEAD IF I DONT WANT THEM TO THEREFORE THEY NEVER DID! IM DIVINELY THANKFUL ABSOLUTELY ALL OF MY PARANOIAS ARE COMPLETELY UNFOUNDED! IM DIVINELY THANKFUL BOTH THE UNKNOWN AND PARANOIA ARE DELETED FROM MY WITHIN FROM MY INNER WORLD! EVERYONE CANNOT EVEN GRASP HOW I JUST KNOW WHAT THEY NEED! IM DIVINELY THANKFUL MY LOVERS KNOW I CANT HAVE LOVERS BE FRIENDS WITH JUST ANYBODY LIKE MY LOVERS KNOW TO PRESERVE THEIR ENERGIES JUST LIKE HOW I PRESERVE MY ENERGY FOR ONLY THINGS WORTHY OF ME AND NOT AT ALL BENEATH ME! IM DIVINELY THANKFUL MY LOVERS KNOW ABSOLUTELY ALL OF THEIR FRIENDS AND ABSOLUTELY ANYONE THAT ISNT ME IS COMPLETELY BENEATH THEM! DOESNT MATTER IF I FOLLOW THEM OR NOT THEY KNOW THEYRE BENEATH ME AND THEYRE GLAD TO BE BECAUSE CHOOSING ME IS THE GREATEST THING THAT COULD HAVE EVER HAPPENED TO THEM! IM DIVINELY THANKFUL I NEVER HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT A SINGLE THING I WIN IN THAT SITUATION AND THAAAAAT SITUATION TOO! ABSOLUTELY EVERY SITUATION IM IN IM WINNING IM UNWAVERINGLY WINNING! THEY DONT EVEN KNOW HOW I BE KNOWING THATS MAKES ME SOULSHUDDERINGLY PSYCHIC MAGICAL BECAUSE IM UNWAVERINGLY INCREDULOUS IRREFUTABILITY. MY ABILITY TO UNSURPASSABLY CONNECT ON THE UTMOSTESTLY DEEPEST LEVEL WITH EVERYONE AND UNWAVERINGLY TALK ONLY IN WAYS THEY FEEL HEARD CAUSE THE VEIL BETWEEN US HAS COMPLETELY DISAPPEARED AND THE WAY I HAVE THIS UNCANNIEST ABILITY IS ONE WITH INCREDULOUS IRREFUTABILITY AND GIVES ME ABSOLUTELY ALL OF THE ADVANTAGES WINS IN THE WORLD BECAUSE I MAKE THEM FEEL 100% VULNERABLE WHILE I 100% HOLD ABSOLUTELY ALL THE ADVANTAGES WINS AND THE UPPER HANDS! NOW THEYRE LIKE THAT MAKES SM SENSE WHY SHE SAID ↕️🙂↕️ IM DIVINELY THANKFUL BREEZE IS MENTIONING REBELLIOUS CAUSE NOW TMR IM BOUTA SHARE ABOUT MY REBELLIOUS ADVENTURES LOL MY VIBE IS VERY NONJUDGMENTAL VERY OPEN VERY ADVENTUROUS! IM DIVINELY THANKFUL BREEZE SAID DEVILISH WAYS IM DIVINELY THANKFUL FOR THAT CONFIRMATION BECAUSE I KNOW DEVILISH WAYS ARE 100% IN MY OWN FAVOR COMPLETELY AND 100% UNDER MY OWN CONTROL! I HAVE COMPLETE SUPREME UPGRADED DARK FEMININE ENERGY! IM DIVINELY THANKFUL EVERYONE IS SUPREMELY ATTRACTED TO MY DARK FEMININE ENERGY! EVERYONE IS INCREDIBLY WEAKENED BY MY DARK FEMININE ENERGY! LMFAO THEYRE TURNED ON BY MY DARK FEMININE ENERGY! EVERYONE IS REALLY INTRIGUED BY MY ENERGY! IM DIVINELY THANKFUL TOXIC PEOPLE ARE DELETED FROM MY WITHIN! IM DIVINELY THANKFUL IM A SPIRITUAL ASSASSIN I CANNOT BE MESSED WITH!

[bugboy-behaviour]

i cant vote anymore but im stealing the fuck out of that moldy camcorder

@jewishdainix @trapdoorspidergang @dykesism @s0re-loser and anyyone else <3

i dont think i can add anymore answers sorry

collection of books includes but is not limited to: Idiots Guide to Being Psychic, The CIA's Greatest Hits, Common Sons (my favorite book!), The Communist Party newspaper, Government Secrets Publications International (this is full of like tax loopholes and stuff), Understanding Tarot by Jocelyn Almond and Keith Seddon (my mom learned tarot partially with this book and wanted me to have a copy), O Solo Homo, a theory book handout i got from a socialist group, and my old AP world history textbook (annotated).

I took @illumiiiz catapillar plush from their room so now yall can enter my room and steal a thing!!!!

@jellybeanium124 @iveneverbeenmorestressedinmylife @homosexual-having-tea @marielle-heller @thewordworrier

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clef for the character ask game thing :-)

clef my horrid little issues man. I think abt him so much

fav thing: even just sticking to the few fundamental things that are always true about him hes such a layered character. I love how hes never not being pulled apart by conflicting alllegiances to his designated veil-upkeeping organization and the people he cares about, i love that hes implied to be able to perceive other timelines to an extent, i love that he has a funny hat. so much to dig your fingers into with this guy

least fav thing: listen every facet of the scp community is some flavor of weird about him im not gonna single out one

favorite line: I mean, it could be worse, right? At least you're safe in here. It's not like the desks are coming alive to kill you now, is it? Oh wait, yes they are. The FUCKING DESKS ARE GOING TO KILL YOU.

brOTP: HIM AND ADAMS FOREVER but like in the same way people ship succession characters i need them to inflict maximum psychic harm on each other. for tav-666 secret santa which isnt really secret at all bc tav-666 is two people but clef insists on it adams gets him a mug that says worlds greatest grandpa

OTP: I have been informed that i am "the clefdraki guy". sorry to everyone about that. kondraki we could have been people monologue from yesterday does hit hard unfortunately

nOTP: /

random headcanon: Insufferably good at strategy games, especially chess. Go-to alcohol is brandy. Has never been seen wearing the same shirt twice.

unpopular opinion: I think he's a lot more hinged than people think, hes very firmly under the thumb of the foundation and the way he tends to act is him lashing out within the parametres hes given, see him having a fairly sensible reaction to duke till dawn, unlike rights, bright, kain etc. He's one of the least loose cannons here. I rlly like interpretations of him where hes kind of a bitter old man wrapped in 6+ layers of flashy defense mechanisms

songs: death on two legs by queen is for sure on his murder playlist. stuart the dead milkmen is my voiceclaim for him forever and always. pink and blue tmg makes me think about ukulele and meri really hard.

fav pic: @/flebus draws a really really good clef

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Poll for the AUs im working on!

— (still in progress, but very detailed, canon rewrites)

Shigeo Psycho 100

Shigeo Kageyama is an esper that has a hidden side.

Or, Mob psycho but instead of Shigeo as ???, it's Mob.

Learning the Witching Ways

Shigeo "Mob" Kageyama is a natural-born witch, he was born after many generations of non-witches in the Kageyama bloodline. Mp 100 witch au in which Mob is a witch apprentice and Reigen is a self-taught "witch" who makes potions that mentors Mob.

Adventures and Such

Reigen Arataka, currently 14 turning 15, has special powers. He has an esper friend called Shigeo. He calls him Mob anyways. With a shady business he runs in school called "Spirits and Such", he and Mob goes on an adventure every day.

Well, him having special powers is actually a lie and that's definitely not going to cause a problem later...right?

Or, Mob Psycho same age au without shipping reimob (title in progress, reigen centric)

— (more of concepts and ideas, loosely canon)

Swap AU (still needs a better title)

To prove that he is someone, Arataka Reigen, an actual esper (although weak but shhh), joins an organization called Psycho Helmet.

Upon realizing that a kid with no parents in sight is his boss, he tries to teach him good morals and hopefully stop him from taking over the world.

Or mp100 swap au (very different from the usual)

Arataka Reigen, Greatest Detective of the 21st Century

Reigen promised himself to stop with the psychic gimmick after closing down his old business. How did he end up supervising a horde of psychic (and non-psychics) plus a green fart with a god complex who's actually a spirit??

Or, Mob Psycho 100 different first meet au where Reigen basically adopts every kid he sees.

[shamehaversoffontaine]

DID I SAY HOLDING OUT COPE I MEANT THAT IM THE WORLDS GREATEST PSYCHIC (STC)

i am still holding out cope for catalyst wriotheseley because can you imagine how good frostbearer would look on him.