#akira pls oh my god

[petorahs]

not gonna lie my characterization and rationalization of akira's character has been easier to do once i found out he shares the same personality type as me.

like sure it's subjective or whatever but as one myself, ENFP akira makes a lot of his actions make so much more sense. same with ENTP goro. god it makes everything so much easier with arguably complex characters like them.

[tea-twords]

Title

ehehehe first fic im writing after what feels like a year or two or a billion. But im actually feeling it rn so im gonna give it a shot. AND PLS FORGIVE ME FOR BAD WRITING IM SO RUSTY RIGHT NOW IM TRYINT TO GET THR HANG OF IT

So a few headcanons I used for this fic before we get into it:

Whenever the Arataki gang is in jail for some stupid as ever thing, Shinobu gets a bit antsy after a while cause she’s the type of person to always need something to do. Not doing anything makes her a bit anxious

Heizou is very good at reading people’s emotions but that’s probably canon enough

Shinobu knows a way to make a functioning bracelet out of like 4 naku weed stems somehow

So um aha no idea how to format so I’ll try my best

And also a warning for some swear words, I also hc Shinobu swears at her ler while getting wrecked

Lee: Kuki Shinobu

Ler: Shikanoin Heizou

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God the day Heizou had today was surely a good one.

He returned to the police station after a day of substantial progress on his investigation into a new case to hear what sounded like a chorus of angels (and a few devils) breaking out in song.

Heizou’s immediate thought was “What in Celestia is going on”, as would anyone else think if they were in his current predicament.

He figured out pretty quickly that the culprits for this outcry of song were none other than the one and only Arataki Itto and his buddies, Mamoru, Genta, and Akira. Having been arrested for “disturbing the peace” (having a whole karaoke session right in front of komore tea house and actively inviting any passerby to join them), they decided to take their…passion, for karaoke to their prison cells and somehow managed to get some of the other inmates to sing along.

It was pretty hilarious, to say the least. It took almost all of Heizou’s willpower to not to burst out laughing as his fellow officers attempted to get the situation under control.

“I’ve got to tell Shinobu about this”

So now here he was, walking through hanamizaka, looking for the places Shinobu can commonly be found. Something was off though…

She’s not here.

“That’s troubling…” Heizou thought. “Where could she be, if not here? Definitely not any shrines, maybe at a shop? Or perhaps the by the sea!”

Heizou began to walk in the direction of the shore. It wasn’t the most logical place to look next, but something was telling him he’d get lucky there.

“Hey, Shinobu!”

He called out to the green haired girl sitting in front of the sea next to a maroon drawstring bag. She held her mask to her face, but lowered it once she saw who called out to her.

“Oh, hey.”

“My intuition told me I might find you here. I’ve got to tell you about what happened today at the-…hey are you okay?”

Heizou paused mid sentence after taking a closer look at Shinobu. She was making bracelets out of naku weed and sango pearls, but something was wrong. Her back was unusually straight, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her movements on the bracelet were sharper than needed, and she was switching sitting positions in the sand like twice a minute. She seemed…bored. Restless. Anxious.

“Yeah, I’m fine, why?”

“I’m here to talk if you need. Somethings wrong.” Heizou said, sitting down next to her.

Shinobu sighed and looked back down at the bracelet she had just finished making.

“Nothing crazy serious, I guess I’ve just been bored. I’ve done all I needed to do today, but the idea of doing nothing is just uncomfortable…It’s weird. I’m always cleaning up after the gang’s messes, but now..”

“You don’t know what to do now since there aren’t any messes to clean.” He finished for her.

“Yeah, pretty much. Gotta keep myself busy.”

“I take it that’s why you’re making bracelets by the sea?”

“I’ve got nothing better to do, so yeah. Just a hobby to pass the time.”

“They’re beautiful.”

Shinobu smiled. She looked back up at Heizou to find him marveling at the one currently in her hand. Little sango pearls were intertwined in a wreath of naku weeds. She’d been wanting to make bracelets with them ever since she picked some up during Boss’s rock and roll event at watatsumi island.

“You want one?”

“Only if there are extras.”

She opened the bag next to her to reveal she had made quite the supply of bracelets already.

“Woah…you’ve been here a while, I see.”

“Heh, yeah. By the sea is a nice place to be.”

“That rhymed.”

“Thank you.”

They sat in silence for a little longer, admiring the coming sunset before Heizou spoke up again.

“I also noticed you aren’t wearing your mask at the moment.”

“I felt like breathing the air by the ocean a little better. It helps when you need calming down. And I don’t have to keep the mask on if it’s just you here, you know who I am.”

“I guess that’s true. Still, it’s not often I get to see you without it.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts.” Shinobu said, already almost done with her next bracelet. “This one is gonna be yours.”

“Ooh, really? It’s an honor to watch the craftsman work.” He said peering excitedly at his future bracelet in-the-making.

She finished up quickly and handed it to him.

“I added an extra sango pearl, cause you’re one of my best friends.”

“Awww, really? That means so much, Shinobu, thank you.” Heizou said, his expression softening greatly. He looked like this emoji 🥺.

“Y-yeah..” Shinobu mumbled, averting her eyes.

“Aww, are you blushing?” He teased, moving a little closer to get a better look.

“No! And stop awwing at me!” She hid her face, preventing him from getting that better look.

Heizou pouted. “Shinobu come onnn, I never get to see your face! Especially not your blushing one, you can’t deny me this opportunity.”

“Shut up. You’ve seen me blush before anyway…”

“But not without the mask! Pleaseee?”

“I would rather plunge in the sea in front of us.”

Yeah, she won’t budge. Heizou has to use his secret weapon now.

From where he was sitting next to her, he wrapped his arms around her in a hug and looked up at her with puppy eyes.

“Pleaseeee?”

“H-hey! Careful! I’m not even gonna look at you.” She said, flinching first at the sudden contact but still keeping her face hidden with her hands and knees.

“Hm, “careful”, you say?”

The silence was loud. She couldn’t see his face, but she knew exactly what expression he had on.

“Wipe that smirk off your face off your face, and don’t even think about it.”

Heizou giggled mischievously. One because he did in fact have a smirk on his face, and two because he now had a new idea. An idea to get her to finally show her face, and you know, maybe help her feel a little better.

“Careful? Careful with what?” He said, lightly tapping at her sides. Nothing unbearable, but still getting a reaction.

“Heizou, noho! I’ll kill you! Don’t even try!”

“Threatening a detective with murder now, huh? I thought we were best friends, Shinobu.” He said sarcastically, glancing at his new bracelet on his wrist.

Shinobu tried desperately to squirm out of his hold. It was over for her if he went through with this, she’ll never hear the end of it.

“I personally can’t believe I didn’t think of how ticklish you can be earlier!”

“Heizou I swehehear…”

“Oh, this is good for me. Now I’ll get to see your blushing face and your laughing face without the mask at the same time!” Heizou said, picking up the pace and now scribbling his fingers at her sides.”

“Noho you wohohohont! Heheizohou!!” She giggled, her hands instinctively grabbing his wrists. However, unfortunately, due to his place behind her, she had much less leverage and it was quite futile.

“You’re suhuhuch a piehece of shihihit! AHAha-!! Asshohole!” At her remark he gave her a quick tase to the side, clearly elevating her reaction.

“Now that’s no way to talk to one of your best friends.”

“Shhuhut the fuck uhuhup!! You’re nohohot my behehest friehehend, dickhead!” She retorted, squirming in any way she could to not show him her face in this state.

“Really? I guess that extra pearl was a mistake then…I’m hurt Shinobu, really.” Heizou said, not hurt at all. He knows she doesn’t mean it at all, hell he’ll yell similar things when he’s on the receiving end too. That still doesn’t mean he’ll have mercy just yet, however. He moved one hand up by her ribs, the other hand down by her stomach, and dug in. Not too much pressure, but just enough.

“HeheHEHEY!!” Shinobu laughed. Now he was currently attacking two of her bad spots at the same time, and she knew that he damn well knew what he was doing too.

“HEIZOHOUU!”

“Shinobuuu!”

She continued to giggle brightly, not caring about hiding her face anymore and instead kicking her legs and thrashing around (adorably by the way) and doing whatever she could to escape.

Since hiding her face was no longer Shinobu’s top priority, Heizou had no problem finally seeing her laughing/blushing face without a mask.

“Aww, I see you now~” He teased, grinning down at her wide smile. He began to slow down, having got what he wanted and not wanting her revenge to be too devastating.

“Ahahrehe you happy?”

“Very happy.”

“Greheheat, you can stohohop.”

Taking her for her word that she’s had enough, he finally stopped his attack on her midsection and let her breathe as she slumped on his shoulder.

“Asshole.”

“You know it was fun.”

“You’re still an asshole.”

“Come on, look how relaxed you are now. Much better than how I found you earlier. Oh right, speaking of, I was gonna tell you-“

“Apapap, wait one second.” Shinobu interrupted. “I just want you to know I’ll get you back for your cruelty today, when you least expect it. Could be in a few seconds, could be in a few days. Your intuition won’t be able to save you, detective.”

It was Heizou’s turn to be nervous. Maybe not nervous, actually, more like excited. Anticipation always made things more fun! Not that he’d admit it in this moment.

“Mmmm…o-okay…” He shrank in on himself while Shinobu sat next to him, her eyes hungry to see him in her same position. It always amazed him how easily she could bounce back from getting tickle attacked.

“A-anyway, the four of them in their cells-“ He continued, making the most of the time he has left before his inevitable doom.

Heizou shared the story of how the gang managed to get fellow inmates singing along with them in prison, and they discussed various Arataki gang stories until the sun set.

And yes, Shinobu did eventually get him back.

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@adrienisweird @emiefluff HI GUYS I WROTE SOMETHING

again I apologize for bad writing I just kind of wrote as I went and lost myself in it. Still getting the hang of it but I hope u guys like it and I hope it’s a good start!!

[fictionkinfessions]

[《 Fandom(s) this post is about : «“Persona ５”» (kinda I guess?) ｜ «“General”» 》]

[ Type of post : motivational message..?? + reply at the end ]

❂——✧——✧——✧——✧——✧——❂

♤ – « “Yahoo!! Amamiya Ren / Kurusu Akira here to give a little message for EVERYONE!!” »

✪ – « “If you feel as though you shouldn't talk to other people from your source due to feelings of shame, guilt, or anything like that, try to think what you would think about someone from your source coming up to you to talk!” »

✸ – « “Would you feel neutral about it? Would you not mind? Would you be ecstatic? If it's anything like this, then why wouldn't other people think about YOU coming up to THEM that way aswell??” »

々– « “Worry not, I'm sure that even if you did awful stuff in source, they'll appreciate something coming from you. Although.. if this is true.. maybe like.. a little apology for everything could be nice before anything? I think that might be a good headstart, and after that, that's WHEN you try to talk to them if they're okay with it!” »

❀ – « “That being said.. pls don't be sad if they do NOT want anything to do with you, people have boundaries, and that's okay, I'm sure you wouldn't really want certain people from your source trying to talk to you after everything they did to you or other people, even with a much needed apology, so don't feel sad if that's the case, some people WILL l want to talk to you, others simply won't.” »

♧ – « “That's something you will (very sadly) need to accept if what you're afraid of is not being accepted or loved by all.” »

❅ – « “I heard a saying once, ‘even if you were the best strawberry of all, there will still be people that dislike them’. Moral of the story? It's fine if some people don't like you nor want you around, you're still the bestest strawberry of them all!!11!1!1” »

✧ – « “So don't think ‘oh, but what if they hate me ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡’, instead, do your best to keep your head straight and look ahead until it's the ONLY (maybe not exactly like that but have healthy optimism) thing you'll be able to do!! (oh, but remember to sometimes look behind, too, you don't want to entirely forget that part 😕)” »

✮ – « “sin miedo al exito amikos!! (Translation from Spanish to English: do not fear success, friends!!)” »

❂ – « “And hey, if you're still afraid of talking to others even after trying your best? That's fine, do things at your own pace, don't get out of your comfort zone entirely if you don't feel ready, and don't be too harsh on yourself if you can't!!” »

♡ – « “Lots of love, from — #❂🥞🐈‍⬛✮ !!” »

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[ Side notes : ]

(《 ✮«“Ren Amamiya”» ✮ ｜❂ « Akira Kurusu » ❂｜♤ «“Joker”» fictive + fictionkin♧》)

(I have cursed myself with decorations :3)

(hits everyone who is reading this with a super strong «“love yourself”» spell!!)

(if I was somebody else reading this I'd mentally cry ngl)

( Psst psst.. to the Akechi that made that post saying they felt like a coward due to not talking to sourcemates.. [ a.k.a the one that made this post :

https://www.tumblr.com/fictionkinfessions/758442583462658048/i-feel-as-if-im-a-coward-for-not-allowing-myself?source=share ] )

(You are NOT a coward for not doing so!! It's fine to feel this way, but please don't believe everyone on sight will hate you just for existing, because I don't, and I believe that there's MANYYY people out there apart from me that would LOVE to speak with you!! Take care, XOXO!!!!)

[ Post number : 9 ]

(DID I FORGET TO NUMBER THE LAST POST?? the one about Sumi.. oh GOD.. if it's not the custom tag it's something else 💔)

(I ALMOST FORGOT TO PUT MY NAME IN??? 😭)

(Morgana.. mona mona.. where r you.. I'm recognizing I forget everything without you..)

(sorry for complaining in the side notes I WILL do it again actually)

x

[baladric]

tell me about your sad man!!!!! 🥺🥺

oh man i am still not used to saying things on here and ppl going i see that you have said a thing pls elaborate on that thing, also THANk u bless u so on and so forth

my sad sad man is named ALISTAIRE FINCH and he is the protag of a story about some idiots who killed half of god as a power grab and fucked up the fabric of reality as a whole (SECRETLY), condemning these two civilizations on opposite sides of the veil to a dysfunctional symbiosis and eventual collapse, until alistaire is selected to take the place of the last court composer of the immortal court (A SURPRISINGLY HIGH STAKES ROLE) and is forced to pack up his (HARD WON) life and move to the other side of the veil (WEIRD, CREEPY, WHY IS THE WEATHER WARM HERE WTF DO YOU MEAN Y'ALL HAVE SUNLIGHT ALL YEAR) where he finds out kings are exactly as stupid and bitchy as all the stories say and asks way too many questions (dont you think its kind of Weird that you can't Create Things without kidnapping humans to do it for you what's that about) and finds out the thing about some idiots killing half of god and listen i don't know if he's gonna feel moved to fix it or not yet but what i do know is he has some extremely freaky sex with the bitchy king, and honestly what more does anyone want in a story

ive been playin w him for like Years but i never found where he fit—knew he was a composer and a pianist, knew he was Chilly™ (he is,, also,,,,, where the idea of assassin couriers, came from,,,,...,.. which is definitely for sure unrelated to everything) but then i 1) reread the locked tomb 2) watched akira 3) listened to a lot of rachmaninoff 4) played hyper light drifter and 5) got obsessed w the demiurg, and now i not only KNOW what's up w him, i have Soooooo much actual shit to play with and i am gnawing gnashing biting biting biting biting;adlkfjaw

bonus points: royal line of shifter dragons, court intrigue with morally dubious fey-adjacent nobility/socialites, alistaire's very excellent sister juliette who's gonna get herself in so much trouble and then fix it her own damn self bc She Might Be Low On Common Sense But Her Mistakes Are HERS Dammit, extremely haunted magic, and a great deal of horniness about the tactile experience of live music

A is also,, a triple capricorn. so that's really too bad for him

[remapped-soul]

Happy bday Luna!! 🫂❤️ im sorry for being late, here is sth to make up for it 🙈 pls ignore all the inconsistencies !

"It's good to have you back," everyone tells him, and Marc smiles and doesn't think about the strain in his muscles, or his time in the hospital, or how much he's already missed, or how bad his bike is.

"It's good to be back," he tells everyone, and thinks about the magic that will take to get a good position this weekend, and how ready he feels, and how good it is to be appreciated and loved and missed.

Le Mans is small in comparison to some tracks, but it feels bigger than any other just then. He doesn't see half of the grid until it's time to race, and it's very easy not to meet people. So Marc smiles at everyone, and talks to the journalists, and answers the questions and thanks everyone for the well wishes, and doesn't look around to see if maybe, maybe, he'll run into Valentino Rossi. There is no reason for them to meet, and it would take a miracle for them to stumble upon each other in a place as big as Le Mans. Marc has a race to run, and maybe to win, and the whole world to prove he is back to, and brilliance to show on track. He has no time to wonder what's happening off it.

He can't help wondering though. Because, no matter what, well. Marc Marquez, as everyone knows, is actually really good at making miracles happen.

akira!!! oh wow...oh god...i am speechless. i didn't expect this but also thank you so much 😭😭 💖 you know i love your writing but this!! this!!!!!! an arrow straight through my poor heart.

Marc Marquez, as everyone knows, is actually really good at making miracles happen.

you are so right!! SO FUCKING RIGHT!!!! this madman came back after 3-4 races and almost took pole and almost won! ofc he can make miracles happen! i love how you wrote this, how you captured his feelings, and how raw everything is. thank you 💖💖

[crescentmoonteas]

hii i was gonna ask about the mc haru au but i kinda stalked the tag and read some of your asks so i have some other questions if you have time! my first question was if sojiro and akiren(akira i guess in this au?) will meet and have their past dadxson relationship but i saw he starts working part time in le blanc /yeay/which; do his parents know about it? what do they think?

Second question; does goro and akira know the other knows about their previous timeline? or will they have a ‘oh he knows’ moment later?

Thirdd: i learned akira won’t have his past memories of the ng+ akira which kinda saddens me that the ng+ akira won’t be the one gaining persona or will he? like.. the palace will be about ng+kira’s parents but akira doesn’t know about them.. or is it the richer version of his own parents?? but still they sound like two different people with different lives idk how does that work? won’t ann realize akira isn’t like his usual self (since they are childhood friends they must be close?) /also villain ann is sooo good ahhhhh/

Fourth: WHO DOES HARU KICK IN THE BALLS??

(thank you)

hello!! I am Ready to Answer some Questions!!!

so 1. Akira's parents don't know about him working at Leblanc (Akira sneaks away and works when his parents think he's studying or doing....... model.... stuff) and Sojiro's not going to snitch on him anytime soon.

hang on I do know the answer to question 2......... okay after searching through my Discord DMs it seems Jazzy and I have yet to choose an actual moment where they both realise they know BUT the two of them awaken in the new timeline about ~3 months prior to Haru moving to Leblanc and kicking off the story etc etc so in those 3 months I imagine they find each other? I swear we've discussed this hang on

okay so yeah the two of them manage to find each other in the few weeks before the 'game' kicks off and in that short timespan Goro manages to wreak havoc on half of Tokyo. Akira's obviously a bit more organised and trying to work out what's going on and why it's going on while Goro is alternating wildly between beating up shadows in Mementos and beating up people irl. he's full of rage.

third: this is actually a plot hole I have yet to deal with!! I've even noted it in the ol' Google Doc(TM)

obviously this is less of a problem for magician!Goro because he's kind of a magical construct rather than getting isekai'd into the Goro Akechi of this timeline (I know "isekai" isn't a verb and yet I will continue to use it like that) BUT I would assume that the Personas, awakenings, outfit theme, etc etc in IYR/RTG DO reflect the Akira of that timeline, or else we'd just get Joker with Arsene and Raoul and some other third guy again. like even though NG+Akira is in his body, canon!Akira is still somehow in there? merging of minds? oh god I'm making the plot hole into a plot canyon. help

also for the parents thing: Jazzy and I actually worked this out yesterday! Akira's parents in this timeline are essentially the same as his own in the original timeline but in the IYR/RTG timeline they managed to get lucky and started the modelling business thing. that way Akira still has an attachment to them without him being like [person just standing there emoji]

as for the fourth question: if I told you that, I'd have to recruit you into the Super Secret Writer's Room (although I'm sure you can piece together who Haru fights based on parallels to the original timeline and palace lineups!) (also pls note the attack was NOT unprovoked. Haru stepped into save a girl being harassed. she's not just going around kneeing people in the crotch.) (or is she?) (edit: I realised I've literally already answered this and I'm a fool lol it's Kamoshida!!)

[milflewis]

hi hello milflewis/niamh/ma'am. i hope you are having an absolutely wonderful evening. if you don't mind, i would also like to tell you a little bit about my evening.

you see, i was having a pretty good time. a great time even. i read some piarles mini-fics. reblogged some art and edits. things were wonderful! then i got to galex. specifically, akira's latest galex.

now, i think you might have a suspicion as to where this is headed. i, however, remained blissfully innocent. i thought "awww akira fic 🥰" and yes, i noticed that there was ferwis in the tags and askline. but i thought, come on, akira wouldn't REALLY do that. not truly. and so i clicked on it.

and what i read next can most accurately be summed up by my tags to akira's post. to cut a long story short though - i lost it. i am still staring at the wall. this feels like the first time i read that cursed "jar jar binks is hung like a fucking whale" post. i may never recover. just when i think i can be sane again, i think of lewis' hand in fernando's pant -- ominous gunshots.

anyways yes. i have been reliably told that you are in fact the person to be blamed for this madness. so that is what i am here to do. while i hope you did have a lovely evening, i would like you to know that i will now be forwarding my therapy bills to you as well.

yours very sincerely albeit still in mild horror,

katie singsweetmelodies

pls im crying. i got a dm yesterday from akira saying that they were giving out about me and ferwis to a friend and i’m assuming that friend is you? and you’re right that akira won’t write ACTUAL ferwis. she’s too chicken shit god bless but i’m wearing her down !!

(i hope you know that the pipeline to ferwis nearly always starts with oh god what the fuck is this (derogatory) to oh god what the fuck is this (affectionate))

(akira says i can’t convert you but she always likes to lie and say she’s not a nando fucker so i generally don’t believe her when she’s says stuff)

[fatexbound]

@akirathief​ | X

“H-huh??” He stared at the other as soon as he responded, and blinked a few times. He did just come out to him without thinking, but he didn’t expect him to take it so seriously. Or not, seeing as he was teasing him. Cheeks flushed red, he nearly choked on his drink before setting it down. 

“Th-that’s not how this works, dude! I mean, you’re effin’ handsome, cool, manly and shit, but that doesn’t mean...” He paused, realizing what he just said. “A-anything...” Shit.

[zerokogane]

Me when anything involving ShuAke

[soft-shuake]

🌸akira.... my love.... i know ur out there🥺🥺💕🌸

[qink]

Akira: Let me see what you have!

Ryo: A KNIFE

Akira: NO!

[doodlekoo]

I'm sorry? - jjk

summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends for a while... you think he doesn't like you back and well Jungkook is just a nervous wreck.

pairing: jungkook x f!reader

rating: PG

genre/warning: best friends to lovers, FLUFFF, kissing, swearing, some anxiety symptoms

word count: 1.6k

note: hi! this is my first ever one-shot/ff ahhhh!! I'm always having scenarios in my head so I thought I'd just go ahead and write one out for once! pls be nice and enjoy some cliche fluffy stuff :)

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“Noo stop because did you see the look on his face!” You exclaim over the phone.

“It was absolutely priceless” Jungkook admitted. “I'm in so much shit tomorrow though!, ___ you're going to have to guide me through it!’ 

“I'm sure it will be fine. Just buy him another pair of headphones. he'll forgive you.” You try to reassure jungkook. 

“Oh, ___ if only it were that easy.. I’m sure yoongi got the most expensive pair out there” Jungkook painfully chuckles.

It's a rainy night in Seoul, you and Jungkook are thinking back to the day he accidentally spilt his coffee all over Yoongi's expensive music equipment. Listening to his voice in situations like this was incredibly comforting. After a long day of working till you were barebones, just hearing Jungkook blather on warmed up your heart in such a soothing way.

You absolutely fell in love with Jungkook around a year ago, and you weren't reluctant to admit it. You eventually caved into his adorable nonsense after years of friendly teasing. Despite the fact that you had already established this, it hurt to think about your feelings. You can't help but have a big fear of losing him because of this. What if he doesn't view you in that way? If he thinks you're too unattractive? Your smile suddenly starts to fade, and the call gets awkwarder.

“Hey ___?” Jungkook breaks the silence.

“Mhm yes? Sorry I zoned out for a bit” you awkwardly giggle.

“I know it's late and you want to catch up on whatever series you were planning to watch.. but I thought maybe you could come round mine? We could watch that Akira film. I know you've never watched it and you can leave as soon as possible if you want to. No dilly dallying.” Jungkook rambles so quickly that you almost miss half of what he actually said.

“Of course kook. I don't mind at all. That sounds quite nice actually” You chuckle even louder at his foolishness.

“Great! So I'll see you in a bit?” Jungkook let out a sigh of relief.

“Yes, I'll be there in ten!” you felt so conscious that jungkook could sense yourself beaming with joy on your side. Any time where you are close and cuddly with him your heart did somersaults. It wasn't good for you at all. But you just knew you couldn't help but crave his touch. 

After the call ended you stood up from your couch frantically searching for the missing umbrella. 

“Where are you, you little shit!” With each passing second, your impatience increased. Still grinning so widely.

Hurrying out the front door in the pouring rain you made your way over to Jungkook's as soon as possible.

On Jungkook's part however, everything was a lot more on edge. Twiddling with his thumbs, sweating excessively, Jungkook's heart felt like it was about to pump out of his chest. So stupid. He thought.  What is wrong with you?! You idiot! Why didn't you offer a ride?! Jungkooks mind was going round in circles and he felt so dizzy. Is my bed comfy enough? I haven't left anything out so she may trip over?? No! I need a towel for when she arrives! She must've got soaked. Ahhhhh! 

“God, I'm so hot I need a drink..” Slowly rising from the dining chair, Jungkook drank some water to drown his worries.

A startling flurry of knocks on Jungkook's apartment door began ten minutes later. Once more, his heart rate accelerated dramatically. Oh, how you drove him insane.

“___!” In a tight hug, he engulfed you. As you struggled to breathe, you made a few little noises that caused Jungkook to realise that he was nearly suffocating you.

“Nice to great- see you!” You chuckle at his odd behaviour. Is he okay??

“OH! You're so wet, hold on! I got towels! Let me get them!” Although this is somewhat typical for Jungkook, I'd say he was acting rather abnormally.

You enter Jungkook's moody but warm home after he abruptly fled to the bathroom. Almost like a museum, Jungkook's home was filled with random items and mementos from the many places he had travelled. You laugh aloud when you recognize particular items that are tied with memorable events.

“Here.. I'm so sorry I should have offered a ride..” Jungkook confessed apologetically.

“Oh no no it's okay your apartment isn't that far. Plus I don't mind the rain.” Although the silence wasn't deafening, it was nonetheless awkward. It was unusual for you two to feel embarrassed in each other's company given how long you and Jungkook had been friends. It seemed as though you had both acknowledged something all of sudden.

You were led to Jungkook's bed. As amusing as that might have seemed, this scenario was in no way sexual. In reality, it resembles the awkward first date of two teens.

Jungkook clasped his hands together and then abruptly lifted his finger as if he remembered something while his preferred movie was showing on the television opposite his bed.

“Snacks! We need snacks!” Because Jungkook was so cute, you couldn't help but fall more and more in love with him every day.

“Do you want me to help?” You made the offer to ease his nerves. This evening, he appeared to be quite anxious. But you didn't think much about it.

“It's okay, just stay here and get comfortable. I’ll be quick.” He paused for a split second before fleeing out into the distance once again.

Yet again, you sat quietly. Up till a faint whine and a patter patter was heard. It was Jungkook's Doberman, Bam. Your eyes lit up.

“Hello there! Aww you're so cute!” Soon after bopping his nose and giving Bam some much-deserved pats, Jungkook came back carrying all of your favourites.

“So Bam found you huh? I swear to god he loves you more than me.. My feelings are hurt” Jungkook frowns. You can't help but feel a little proud. You love all of his dogs so it's reassuring to know they like you back.

Jungkook made his way to the bed, sitting beside you. Exhaling, he started to lay out all the snacks in front of you both. You shuffle yourself closer to him to receive his warmth. Smiling like an idiot, Jungkook stays stiff as a board. 

“Shall we begin?” you say as you reach for the remote to press play.

This felt wonderful. With Jungkook by your side, he found himself sinking into your side throughout the first 15 minutes of the movie. The sound of 80s anime is playing while rain is still pattering on the window. You could get used to this. You turn to your side, Bam is curled up in his dog bed, snoring slightly. You then turn your attention to Jungkook. He was paying close attention to the film. Not even a blink. You exhaled a sigh and reached into the bowl of popcorn wedged between your legs for more. Although it wasn't popcorn, what you felt was soft. When you look down, Jungkook's hand is slyly stealing your portion of popcorn. When he saw, he immediately withdrew his hand.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry that was yours! I'm sorry!” Jungkook abruptly begins to apologise ferociously. You didn't understand why he behaved in such a dramatic way. You started to experience some self-anxiety because you know yourself. You were misguided in thinking that Jungkook only sees you as a friend because of your worry that he felt the need to pull away so quickly after your hands touched.

“It's okay don't worry” you gave him a slight smile. Did he really just see you as a friend?

For the following ten minutes, Jungkook becomes quite restless. He kept shifting positions on the bed and moving the snacks around. Was the impact on him truly that serious? Why does he seem so surprised? Suddenly you jumped at Jungkook's unexpected outburst, which came out of nowhere,

“___!” He spoke out loud. Your eyes grew wider. something has possessed him. For the umpteenth time today, he swiftly averted his head away from you while still feeling humiliated.

“Yes?” you laugh. 

“I'm sorry i didn't mean to startle you i just- well nevermind im sorry..” What is it with Jungkook and him apologising today? 

Jungkook begins to breathe heavily. As he becomes progressively more agitated, you watch. Okay, I'm certain that he has something on his mind.

“Hey is everything okay? You seem on edge today.” you ask concerned.

“I- yes I just, I think I need to say something..” Wondering why you tell him to go on. Jungkook's breathing suddenly becomes very strained.

“I like you! I always have I just recently you've been doing things to me and it's gotten too much I just- I'm sorry... I can't keep it in anymore. I want us to be more ___” You gape openly as you stare at him. You are overwhelmed with happiness to the point where you could run around in circles outside in the rain. But Jungkook responds to your silence in a very different way, scrunching himself up and covering his face.

“Oh no i'm sorry! just please forget everything i said.. I should've never confessed.” You lightly chuckle.

“You're such an idiot” You cup his cheeks while removing his hands from his face. As you get closer to him while maintaining eye contact with his lips, you give him a gentle, passionate kiss.

Jungkook appears to be a bright red tomato while simultaneously looking at you with relief. He quickly reclines back into his pillows and lets out a big sigh.

“God you're so adorable.” You say as you watch the rest of the film with huge grins on both of your faces, you sink into him with his arms wrapped around you.

[undermattsun-archive]

taste

(skate rat) kawanishi taichi x fem!reader | w.c 3.5k

a/n: SURPRISE it’s a sequel to mouth <3 my original skate rat sin i suppose, and also like my first real fic/drab for the fandom. god bless. as always thank u to @bakatenshii​ + @sugardaddykenma​ for putting up with me ranting about this fic (and also putting up with me since mouth)

big big thanku to #1 wife @pomsuki​ for reading this for me and yelling at me to finish this damn thing <3

18+ university age | pls read ALL warnings

warnings: drugs, public sex, dub/noncon exhibitionism, degredation, humiliation, dubcon, blood, slight injury (it’s a bloody nose), toxic behavior, misogynistic energy? vibes? you’ll know when u see it honestly

reading mouth isn’t necessary but it is appreciated! and pls check out melt + nightingale syndrome for they exist in the same skate rat universe (+ they’re delicious fics) also the people who wrote em r BIG SEXY

There were more than enough reasons to quit Kunimi Akira. He never texts back, he doesn’t go to class, he’s fucked a few of your friends and he couldn’t commit if you paid him. He was simply a waste of time, it was like every second spent with him was another mark ticked off a test, a percentile lowering on your next paper.

But chucking Kunimi would be like trying to sort grains of rice, difficult and damn near impossible. He always knew how to draw you back in and he enjoyed the mind games a lot more than his bored expression would let on. 

Despite the impossibility of quitting him you had to at least try, so you swore up and down that hooking up with him at Oikawa’s party some odd months ago was truly the last of it, that you were done with him and all of his irritating skate rat friends.

Which begs the question of how you ended up at the little concrete amphitheater on campus, sandwiched between Hanamaki and Matsukawa on one of the steps, a blunt being passed between the two of them without so much as a second glance towards you.

“Say, when’s the last time you and Kunimi had fun?” Makki’s grin is nothing short of lascivious, a slimy feeling weighs on your tongue as you shrug off a shudder.

“Say, was that ever any of your business?” You retort, snatching the blunt from his lips bringing it to your own and inhaling deeply, revelling at the warmth creeping down your throat and filling your chest. 

“Quit it Makki, she’s not gonna fuck you. Kunimi got her ‘round his little finger,” Mattsun coos, taking back the blunt, “besides, heard she’s a fuckin ice queen in the sack. Boooring.”

A sharp inhale keeps you grounded, the sound of Iwaizumi’s board slamming back down onto the pavement reminding you where you are, who you’re with. You’re not going to fall for Mattsun’s little games too.

“Tch.” Daggers prick at your lips, but you bite your tongue knowing that fueling the fire will earn you nothing but a headache. It’s not like you’re waiting for anything, or anyone, stealing a few more hits and leaving would be the best option.

“Oh? Nothing to say? But I heard your mouth was your only redeeming quality.” You focus your gaze on Iwaizumi telling Oikawa to stay out of his way, trying not to let your growing discomfort scare you away. The stubborn refusal of letting Mattsun’s words win only letting a dull ache grow at the base of your skull, prickling further when he and Makki let out low mocking laughs.

“Hey fucknuts!” Your head whips over to see a blur of crimson race by, followed gradually by a few other familiar faces you’ve seen around at parties and on campus.

“God, not these assholes.” Makki laughs as Oikawa makes faces at one of the newcomers. Your eyes drag across the unfolding scene as the number of rowdy idiots grows. You swallow hard, knowing that staying any longer would only cause your headache to further bloom.

“That’s my cue to leave.” You sigh, it’s not like you were waiting for Kunimi in the first place. You weren’t. You were just...killing time.

“Leaving?” Your head tips back to look up at the source of the question, Kawanishi Taichi, of course. 

“Yeah, dunno why I’m here in the first place.” You brush off his quirked brow and shove Mattsun hard with your shoulder as you stand up. With a curt nod, you smooth a hand over your jeans, turning on your heel to brush past Kawanishi, ignoring the low whistle that falls from his lips. You make it a good distance down the walkway before the sound of crunching footsteps behind you prickles at your ears as you ready yourself to tell whoever it is to get lost. 

“Want a ride?” You let out a huff as you look over your shoulder to see Kawanishi standing so nonchalantly, hands tucked into his pockets as he chews on a toothpick.

“Shouldn’t you be skating around with your little boyfriends?” The comment slips out, followed by your tongue sliding over your bottom lip as if it’ll soften the sharpness of your tone. 

“Nah, just droppin 'em off,” his eyes rake up and down your figure as you turn to face him, “where’s yours?”

“My what?”

“Your little boyfriend. You were waiting there like a lost puppy for him.” A protest rises in your chest, curbing it when you see a flash of something akin to flirtatious teasing in his normally passive eyes. 

“I... I don’t have one.” The words are slathered in honey, punctuated with a flutter of your lashes as Kawanishi takes another step forward. 

If Kunimi likes playing all those stupid games, why not play a few of your own?

“Is that so?” His head tilts slightly, you feign shyness, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you smile sweetly at him, confirming your statement with a nod of your head. “My car’s just over in the parking lot.” He tips his head in the direction of the closest lot, before turning to start walking. Without hesitation you easily fall into step beside him, trying to dampen your rising nerves.

Despite the dumb little hookups peppering your dating history, you had only gone so far with most of them, Kunimi being one of the few —and the only one you crawled back to— that you had made the unfortunate pleasure of going all the way with. You keep pushing away at the thoughts of inexperience as Kawanishi approaches an old, beat up, black Corolla, the paint flaking off with dings and dents littering across the body, the impeccably shiny rims on the wheels making you snort. 

It was a rather famous car across campus, seeing it around with stupid skate rats crammed in there with the windows fogged with smoke was an almost daily occurrence, especially highlighted by how it’s tied to one too many stories of girls having varying encounters with Kawanishi –and sometimes one of his friends– in said car.

“Wanna smoke or skip to the real fun?” He never minced any words, always up front or just completely skipping out on the conversation. It always made him the best project partner in the odd classes you’ve shared over your uni years.

“I don’t like waiting.” The fuzziness nipping at your spine from the few hits you took earlier were just enough, not wanting to dull your senses completely during this encounter. The bluntness of your answer causes a smirk to play at Kawanishi’s lips as he opens the door to the back.

“Well then, ladies first.” He gestures to the gray cloth seats, you make a point to ignore the questionable stains littered across it as you slide in, trying to focus instead on figuring out the heady scent permeating through the car. Cheap cologne, cigarettes, weed and maybe stale beer, and something that was distinctly him. 

Your eyes are drawn to a stain on the roof that looks oddly similar to an eagle, the thought unfinished as Kawanishi practically dives in after you. The sound of the door slamming preempting hands roaming over your body and lips moving against your neck. 

“Kawa-”

“Just Taichi.” He clips as he works the buttons of your jeans, a coarse hand working against your spine as he unhooks your bra.

“Eager much?” You laugh as he pushes at your shirt and bra exposing pert nipples to cool air, simultaneously managing to work your jeans past your hips and down your thighs.

“You said no waiting.” With a chaste kiss to your lips he’s maneuvering you onto your stomach, raising your hips in the air, face shoved halfway between the seat and door.  You let out a huff as your hand braces itself against the door, while the other on the seat below you, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the cramped setting.

“Mhm.” It’s the best reply you can manage as he grinds his clothed cock against the cleft of your ass, already hard. You can only imagine how many women he’s had in this situation to award all six feet and three inches of himself the ability to move so successfully around in the cramped backseat. 

Nimble and worn fingers circle around your hip, dipping down to tease at dampening lace, eliciting a soft moan from you. You push back against him, delighting in the soft grunt he lets out as he curls himself over you to scrape his teeth over your nape. His fingers continue to run up and down against your clothed cunt, pressing at the growing slick spot marking your wanting hole.

“Excited huh?” He mumbles as he skims his tongue against the shell of your ear, you manage a low hum in reply as he slides his hands back up, tugging down the flimsy piece of clothing, exposing your needy cunt to hungry eyes. He wastes no time pressing his fingers against your twitching hole, causing you to wiggle your hips just enough to earn a low chuckle and send the message of just how much you want him, need him. 

Without any further hesitation he slips in a finger, your back arching with the realization his fingers are longer than Kunimi’s, chest burning at the fact you could even think of another man in this situation. As if he can sense your wandering thoughts Taichi works in another finger, another following quickly after. There’s no urgency in his movements, each twist and thrust of his fingers methodical, curling in just the right way, making sure to brush his thumb over your throbbing clit to send a stinging pleasure up your spine. 

You can’t deny the way he’s taking you apart so sweetly, the tightening deep in your belly achingly sweet, as he starts to thrust his fingers even deeper, tiny gasps and whines starting to grow louder and louder as you careen towards bliss. With a particularly rough curl of his fingers you feel yourself come undone completely, punctuated by a shameless moan.

The sound of knuckles tapping against the fogged glass pulls you out of your blissful haze, still acutely aware of the way Taichi has his fingers lazily twisting inside of you. 

“It’s open.” He tugs you back by the hips slightly as he retracts his fingers painfully slow, listening as he unzips his jeans. Your heart races as the passenger door opens, shifting uncomfortably to try to catch a glimpse of who’s slid into the car.

“Oh, so that’s where you went, Mattsun said you were hanging around.” Your blood runs cold, your state of undress tightening your chest as you become painfully aware of the situation you’re in. The passive tone of Kunimi’s voice nips at your skin, tears away at the search of mindless fun that you had tried to pursue with Taichi, filling your chest with raw embarrassment.

“What do you want?” The tear of a wrapper following the question, whatever protest you had silenced by a hand coming down to grip harshly at your ass.

“You have my grinder.” Kunimi slips into the passenger seat, the sound of the glove box popping open making your eyes squeeze shut. 

“Yeah well close the door at least.” Your eyes widen at Taichi’s statement, you didn’t want Kunimi to just close the door, you wanted him to leave.

“Whatever. Can I smoke in here?” It doesn’t sound like much of a question, more of a declaration with the ‘can’ and the question mark tacked on for decoration.

“I don’t care, do you?” You crane your head just enough to catch the blasé expression on Taichi’s face, a quirked brow directed more at your ass than you.

“Yeah sweetheart, care if I’m in here while you’re whoring yourself out?” Kunimi scoffs, the irritated tinge to his bored tone making you furrow your brows.

“Oh fuck you.” You start to rise on your elbows, only for Taichi’s hand to land between your shoulder blades, keeping you from moving any further. You let out a huff as Kunimi clicks his tongue in feigned disappointment.

“Sorry babe, it’s me who’s fucking you this time around, maybe Kunimi can get the next round.” Before you can even bother with a retort, Taichi drags the head of his cock against slick folds, teasing at your entrance. You let your head hang down, the click of a lighter grating on your nerves more than you would like to admit. 

“Please, fuck me, I want it so bad.” The whininess of your voice annoys even you, but if Kunimi wants to stick around and get on your nerves, then two could play that game. 

“Since you asked so nicely.” Just like before he slides in slowly, carefully, as if to make you memorize what each inch of him feels like splitting you apart so sweetly.

“Shit.” You exhale shakily as you try to adjust to him, it had been months since you last fucked anyone, since you last fucked the asshole sitting passenger.

He sets a leisurely pace, steady and infuriating. There’s a hand clamped down on your hip, fingers digging in painfully to keep you in place, to establish that he’s the one calling all the shots. You huff, still trying to buck your hips to meet his thrusts. There’s something in his actions that makes you feel greedy, desperate for so much more than he’s offering.

There’s no way around it, you’re completely at his mercy, left taking the shallow, slow thrusts that only makes the desperate ache deep in your cunt grow.

“Hook a finger or two in her mouth.” There’s a pause in Taichi’s motions, letting you finally take a deep breath of the thick weed laced air. “Don’t look at me funny, do it and see what happens.”

You hear a non-committal hum as those devilishly nimble fingers skim past your jaw, a whimper preceding his index pushing past your lips with a harsh tug at the corner of your mouth, the painful stretch of your cheek causing you to clench down on his length.

“Oh? You were right.”

“She’s already broken in,” Kunimi takes a long drag of the joint hanging in his fingers, “no point in holding back.” 

It’s as if a flip is switched in Taichi, the statement becoming an immediate challenge as he hooks in another finger beside the other, yanking harshly as the snap of his hips becomes almost painful. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the car, swirling with the heady smoke defiling the air. 

“W-Wait Taichi.” The words are garbled around his fingers, and you’re quickly dismissed as he snakes around his other hand to hook his middle and index on the other corner of your mouth, the stretch in your lips burning as he shifts from the quick paced thrusts to deep, hard strokes.

His only reply is to tug harshly on your mouth as pathetic whines and distored words spill from you. 

You can feel yourself start to shake almost violently, still reeling from your earlier orgasm and suffering at the hands of Taichi’s now vicious pace. Each thrust pushing you into madness, each tug of his fingers bringing you back. 

“Fuck, fuck.” He curls over you again, sloppily running his tongue up your nape. “You wanna cum?” 

“Mhmm,” you yelp at a particularly rough slam of his hips, “please.”

He grunts, moving a hand to grip at the back of your head while keeping his other hand planted on your hip, fingers biting into your hip. There’s no warning as he grinds into you, the hold on your hip finally relenting as he slides his digits back down to pinch at your throbbing clit, the bit of pressure sending you careening over the edge.

“T-Taichi.” Pleasure wracks through your body, your legs tremble violently as you try to move your hand on the door, shoulder aching from holding yourself in place. The second your hand moves, you give into the force of Taichi’s hand on the back of your head, forcing you to slam face first into the door, the impact making your nose sting, blood immediately starting to gush, running down your face and chin. 

You’re not sure if he doesn’t notice or doesn’t care as he continues his assault, the once careful, methodical thrusts turning desperate and depraved as he moves with reckless abandon. His teeth drag across your shoulder, before pulling out completely.

“Don’t need this.” You grip at your nose, trying to ignore the disgusting feeling of blood seeping onto your fingers, looking over your shoulder again to see Taichi pull off the condom. You can’t even protest with the way you’re bleeding profusely, pinching at your bridge at a poor attempt of stopping the bleeding.

“Stay still.” In one swift movement he’s plunging back into you, bottoming out immediately, a muffled yell falls from your lips, arching your back as he drives into you with just a few more hard thrusts you feel his seed spill inside you. 

For a moment you two stay suspended, the head of his cock nudging against your cervix, making you groan in a twisted sense of pleasure of pain. He pulls out painfully slow, delivering another harsh slap your ass as he sits back.

“Oh, sorry ‘bout your nose.” He helps you flip onto your back, swiping his thumb over the blood trickling onto your lip before shucking off his t-shirt and handing it to you. “Don’t have any tissues.” 

“So who’d you like playing fuck toy for better?” For a split second, somewhere between the back breaking orgasm and your nose being slammed into the door, you had blissfully forgotten that Kunimi was still in the car, but now that perfect illusion just had to be shattered.

“Must you be such a dick all the time?” You manage to pull your jeans back up, hissing at the stinging pain in your hips and lower back, ignoring the lewd feeling of Taichi’s cum starting to leak from your abused cunt. 

Beside you Taichi manages to tuck himself back into his pants, reaching under the driver's seat to yank out a hoodie reeking of weed and cigarettes.

“Maybe you two should just get together already.” Taichi lets out a low chuckle as he pulls on the hoodie, getting out of the backseat, slamming the door hard before throwing the driver’s door open. You don’t even bother trying to hook your bra back on as you pull your shirt down, letting yourself slump back down and lay across the backseat as you reach up to check if your nose is still bleeding.

“Like hell.” Kunimi twists around in the passenger seat, looking down at you with an amused smirk, offering the freshly rolled joint to you. “You look like shit. I said she was broken in, not to break her more.” He only gets a wry laugh from Taichi as he starts the car.

“Thanks, right back at you.” You sit up just enough, looking at Kunimi expectantly. He shakes his head before twisting the joint in his fingers and placing it between your lips, producing the lighter. Just as he’s about to hand it to you he brings his hand back a bit, grabbing your jaw with his other as he lights the joint. He picks up Taichi’s bloodied shirt, pouring water from a twisted plastic bottle onto it before passing it back to you.

“Cute, blew her back out and you’re doting on her.” You watch as Kunimi moves to sit back in his seat, not even bothering to spare you a second glance as he shrugs. You dab away at the drying blood on your face, ignoring a few of the splotches that landed on the joint.

“Guess I play favorites, drop us off at my place.” 

“Us?” You exhale after a long drag, narrowing your eyes at the back of Kunimi’s head as Taichi pulls out of the parking spot.

“What do I even get out of doing that?” You can’t help but nod in agreement of Taichi’s statement, feeling yourself growing annoyed at the way they seem to ignore your entire presence.

“You can fuck her again.” Kunimi offers and you almost drop the joint as your jaw falls open at the absolute nerve of the man. 

“Excuse me? I’m right here?” The way that neither of them even flinch at your statement, let alone acknowledge it makes you slump back into the seat, begrudgingly accepting the fact whatever you say isn’t worth shit to either of them.

“Hm.” It doesn’t sound like he’s actually considering the offer, but the quick look over his shoulder as he turns out of the parking lot sends a chill down your spine and your stomach to twist.

“Believe it or not, her mouth’s her one redeeming quality.” The two of them snicker, like two old pals sharing an inside joke.

“Shut the fuck up.” You’re brushed off once again as they toss back a few more comments before Taichi stops at a red light, looking over at Kunimi, then back at you and finally back towards the road.

“Yeah alright.”

[fwacchi]

i come back from the dead to scream about the new jp debuts!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH

me and friend both agreed that kanato was literally a golden retriever,, reminded us of luca 😭 so pure and he's so cracked at fps games!? ...POG

hibari is probably my favourite from the group- definitely not because he's purple and how all my other oshis are also purple- his voice is really versatile. i love him he's cute

when akira debuted i remembered he was the vta guy who was a fudanshi and oh my god i wasn't expecting him to straight up read a fic about the robot and vacuum being seme and uke LMAO what a chad

seraph.. dazzlegarden.... they really had to do his name like that but!! he's SO CUTE AHHHH and i was surprised when he started playing the violin (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) hes so precious

sorry for the ramble !!!!! their debut was too wild considering how they got both chaika and rikiichi to mc LOL

hope ure doing well and pls take care...!! sorry for the rlly long ask and if anyone read through the whole thing IM SORRY FOR WASTING UR TIME orz

—🍙

AH YES VOLTACTION RAMBLE!!!

when i first looked at their models i was like "yeah, hibari is gonna be my fav" AND THEN the debut starts, i hear Akira's voice AND I SIMPED SO HARD LMAO. But it doesn't end there😭 Seraph started playing the violin and i was so in love (i love ppl who can play the violin KANXKS)

Now I'm stuck between Hibari, Akira and Seraph 💀💀 But i guess I'll pick an oshi as more time goes by.

AND YES!! THEIR DEBUT GOT ME ROLLING ON THE FLOOR pls i knew it was gonna be so chaotic the moment i saw rikiichi and chaika

I hope you're doing well too!!! i really enjoyed reading your ramble about VOLTACTION

[teyuuka]

oh my god jun have you heard of the mobage 夢職人と忘れじの黒い妖精? do you play them? the voice acting cast is insane i was skimming through them and saw fukujun, nogami shou, natsuki hanae, ayumu murase, amatsuki, junichi suwabe, nakazawa masatomo and so much more 'cause they have so many characters. i'm freaking out

oooh i see people retweeting it on my tl! the casts look super solid tho. tsudaken, ishida akira, yamashita daiki, and even 96neko...wow so many big names.

i don't rlly play mobage so idk, maybe i'll give it a chance if they add miyashita yuu into the cast (pls call me an ambulance if that happens bc u know i be DYIN aksfksjhkjgsjkg)

[finch-beeps]

Your DSMP-TokyoGhoul crossover is giving me BRAINROT (/pos). Like Dream's smiley mask being his thing he uses to cover his eyes!! And imagine the Kaneki vs Jason fight being Tommy vs Dream!! And imagine the white hair scene was actually Tommy being revived by Dream instead!! I just!!!! AAA (/pos)

See the au isnt actually following canon plot OMG YES SOMEONE WHO UNDERSTANDS ME

Like when I have two hyperfixations ill try to link similarities between them because it brings me serotonin!! Instead of Tommy as Kaneki, I associate Ranboo as Kaneki because Tubbo is 100% Hide. They were both spies, both scarred and both would rather talk about shit then actual issues. Hide and Kaneki? More like beeduo I mean seriously.

I also feel like Kaneki and Techno would have a book club because they're both kingly blood god who went to college for a fucking degree related to reading (classic lit and english) and I absolutely would see them vibin!!! Kaneki talking about how he used to braid Hinamis hair when they were a small group and Techno like "I think Tommy still has the braid I gave him :)))"

CONTINUING ON!!! Akira and Puffy HAND SHAKE!!! They keep fucking losing the people they care about! Akira has Kaneki, Amon and Takizawa and Puffy has Tommy, Badboyhalo and Antfrost :(((

THEN AGAIN I do enjoy drawing connections between Takizawa and Wilbur as two little meows meows that I want to get therapy sO FUVKING BAD OMG PL E A SE. At least Takizawa kinda went "oh shit" after Akira took a blow for him. I just hope Wilbur goes through a same thing were its like "boo im evil" until someone he cares about gets actually hurt and he's just "wait no :((( fuck I care..."

IS IT OBVIOUS MY BRAINROT HAS NO BOUNDS IM FBJESJSBSJA

Tommy absolutely shakes hands with Kaneki with the whole 'sudden white hair omg I didnt ask to be your protagonist holy shit let me REST' though, but also Tommy would get pissed off when Kaneki and Ranboo shake hands for the same thing then actually become friends chdjdgsish

Another random tangent but in the tokyo ghoul novels there is a beanie wearing acoustic guitar playing musician and I love him very much him and Wilbur would absolutely vibe 10/10