#an cafe disband

[i-am-totally-not-a-lizard]

Wow

[scrimblyscrorblo]

They’re playing a horror game, I’d like to think they were ok somewhat good terms and after the guild’s disbanding, he’s encouraged to have actual friendship’s (by Ranpo? Or Mushi?)

Maybe it starts w meeting up for writing advice w Louisa and they end up meeting at Lucy’s cafe regularly

Yes Karl is also scared TT

[yanderecrazysie]

all your yan cheater tamaki fics r so good what.

if you hav time, could i request another?

Maybe another ending or something from the blind fic, it could be reader moving on and finding someone else and tamaki gets jealous and tries to bring back their marriage

something like that would be rlly nice 🫂

Of course, my precious anon! This is a bit short, but I had writer’s block and was just happy to get out of that block!

Title: Blind (Part 2)

Pairings: Tamaki Suoh x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing

Summary: You’ve moved on, but Tamaki can’t.

Part 1: here

blind

/verb/

deprive (someone) of understanding, judgment, or perception:

Who is this?

Tamaki took his place in the first booth in the cafe. You liked this place- kind of a mom and pops hang-out that you always took a corner booth at. You would crack open your laptop on the wooden table, settle into the uncomfortable bench, and type away. You would order a drink. A hot one on cool, windy days, a cold one on hot, humid days. You would smile to yourself as you scrolled through websites he could not see. Put in earbuds and watch YouTube videos or anime.

But not today.

Today, you weren’t playing on your laptop alone. No, today there was no laptop in sight. There was a cold drink in front of you (the weather was warm) and a coffee. 

Probably because you weren’t alone.

The guy you were with isn’t as tall as Tamaki, but he has windswept hair and a smile that looks so genuinely happy and carefree. Your arm laid on the table, stretched out towards the male across from you. His hand drew patterns on the back of your hand affectionately as you two talked.

How did he miss this? When and where did you meet this man? Was he another student at Ouran High School? He didn’t recognize him but, then again, he didn’t really pay attention to anyone that didn’t come into music room 3.

He had felt sort of lost ever since disbanding the host club, but he couldn’t bring himself to flirt with other girls anymore. Even when he was faking his affection, he felt like throwing up all over their poofy yellow dresses. 

You were the only girl he had eyes for anymore.

Not that you cared.

Tamaki watched as you tapped your foot to the soft music playing throughout the cafe. He admired your pretty beaded sandals and then let his eyes stray to the ruffled yellow dress that covered your beautiful figure. No jeans or sneakers in sight.

You had dressed up for this guy.

Tamaki’s heart twisted in knots. It was hard to admire you with that bastard sitting across from you. Your breathtaking smile, your unwavering gaze… none of that was meant for the man huddled away at the table near the entrance, spying on an oblivious girl.

You and the male across from you scooted down the bench, swung your legs from under the table, and stood up. Tamaki held his breath, watching the two of you so closely that he forgot to blink. 

Please just be friends or school project partners… Please just be a relative… Please be platonic…

Tamaki’s heart sank lower with every step you took towards this mystery guy. Let it just be a hug…

But life was not on Tamaki’s side. In the moment that you leaned in to lock lips with the other man, he saw a sort of shadow himself kissing another woman. He wondered if your heart shattered into as many pieces as his did.

He felt numb as he stumbled from his chair to the door. “Tamaki?” No- I don’t want her to see me like this.

Tears stung his eyes as he looked back at you with blurry vision. He could barely make out your face, but he imagined you had a victorious smile on your face. Or maybe you didn’t- you were much nicer than he was, after all.

The worst part was he couldn’t even be mad. He didn’t have a right to be. Your parents had canceled the marriage contract.

The marriage contract… Tamaki’s eyes lit up. Your parents had canceled it out of anger, but they had accepted it because of his father’s offer. His father had lowballed, as he often did.

If he offered more… Well, just what price would make your parents get over their daughter’s opinion and see dollar signs?

You’d be upset, sure, and you’d have to give up your new boyfriend. Don’t worry.

I’ll be more than enough for you.

[kirimoochi]

STRDOM.

₊˚ ᗢ synopsis; after the disbandment of your k-pop group OZEAN, you establish STR alongside your friends with the help of former musician ACER. with him as your producer, your curiosity about him leads to a change in your work-relationship.

⤷genres/warnings; smau, band/idol au, slow burn, secret identities, pining, fluff, angst, somewhat dirty humor (from childe), social media drama, scandals, harrassment, sfw, fem!reader.

₊˚ ✧ notes; first official smau for kazuha! inspired by DPR. some characters might be ooc and the humor might not always land. there will be slow and inconsistent updates. photos are not meant to represent the reader accurately and should serve as placeholders/imagines.

⤷status; hiatus [8/24/23]

₊˚ ᗢ openers:

STRs (name) — STAGE CREW (kazuha)

tweets (1) || tweets (2)

moodswings in this order

01. mito || 02. so beautiful

03. dope lovers || 04. no blueberries

05. nerves || 06. scaredy cat

07. welcome to the show (+ 0.5) || 08. no silhouette

my insecurities, not yours

09. because i don't wanna know || 10. she likes spring, i prefer winter

11. my insecurities not yours || 12. twenty four hours

moodswings in to order

13. seraph || 14. 1 shot

15. mood || 16. miss understood

17. avalon || 18. merry go

19. ribbon || 20. winterfall

21. calico || 22. mr insanity

23. ballroom extravaganza || 24. sometimes i'm

bittersweet

25. still friends, not lovers || 26. harbor

27. bellflower || 28. changes || 29. undo

peanut butter & tears

30. TBA

blood lotus diary

XX. TBA

str archives

I. eyes of luna || II. eyes of trix

III. eyes of lenta || IV. eyes of nivis

⤷taglist (21/25);

@https-furina @soleillunne @whipped-for-fictionals @maehemthemisfit @blue-b3rries

@rook-kisser @k1an4a @yuminako @mommymilkers-main @ixromzi

@meigalaxy @lovely028 @deannaistired @kazeniya @mechanicalbeat1

@dazaisboner @scarletttcroww @d4y-dr3am3r @labyrinth-cafe @calx-bdo

[icedroppedinparasolcider]

i think, after more more jump has its run as an idol group and the girls get older, airi would pursue acting. like yes, she struggles a lot with what she was put through in qt and so much of that experience is what she'd have to do as a successful actress to promote her work, but a huge part of airi's story has been the acceptance of that part of her past. she starts ashamed of it, but Happy Lovely Everyday and Hectic Cafe REC!! really show airi how important that era of her life was to people, not to mention her entire relationship with saki and emu, who became fans of her because of her work on those shows. and, as evident through that work and the success she gained from it, she has talent in a skill set that idol work wouldn't really use that often. they don't usually play a character that isn't who they are on stage, but airi has that experience of acting, even if it's only been comedic roles up to that point.

none of that mentions that, because of her knowing emu and the friendship she formed with rui and tsukasa in Once in a Lifetime Pandemonium!, she has connections with a different side of the entertainment industry than she currently works in, and i wouldn't be surprised at all if rui saw her potential and gave her role in a production he was making, possibly alongside tsukasa and nene. leading to her debut as an actor alongside who would, by that point, be growing names in the industry. yes, wonderlandsxshowtime is primarily theatre performance on a live stage, but there's just no way they don't reach into movie production at least a little bit (assuming they haven't already in the story; i'm a little behind on my wxs events as of writing this). and i think airi could have a lot of chemistry with the members of wxs, especially after the disbanding of more more jump.

[fallenwhumpee]

"I'll try."

• Masterlist •

Warnings: abandoning, rib injury, knee injury.

Ten year was a short time.

Spent with their sincere feelings, bundled with joy and naive victories, those years passed in a blink. Memories, maybe the only good things circling in their mind, were precious, sincere. Each built up warmth in their chest and fluttered their stomach.

Thinking back, Right Hand knew they were lucky. They were the luckiest person in their small world. They had a chance to work with people they could laugh and cry together. They were lucky that even while bleeding on the floor, they were thrown jokes with worry hidden. They were lucky that each time after work, they were fretted over like a mother cat would do to its kittens.

They were lucky that a decade had passed with their family. And ten years, for that family, was too short. Life was always fast when they were laughing.

But ten years was also too long.

The next decade, spent without any of it, was taxing. Being deprived of the warmth of their captain's arms, their rookie's pranks and their cmo's constant prodding was like a slow acting poison, rotting their mind from inside.

Right Hand would give everything to get those back.

But here they were, sitting in a cafe the team used to hang out, waiting for Youngest— or a call from them. It had been a while. Five years, eight months, eleven days, and seventeen hours to be precise if they counted from their last call with them. But it had been even longer face to face. The team's disbanding was always going to be Right Hand's biggest regret.

The waiter eyed Right Hand once more. Right Hand ordered a coffee just to get rid of that look. Their intention wasn't to invade the space. They were just too early, unable to sit still in their house.

Right Hand stared. They subtly eyed around, but the customers changed from head to toe at least two times. Looking down, they checked their phone once more.

"No coffee today. You're only getting a lemonade."

Right Hand flinched, shooting a glare to the waiter only to see it was Youngest.

Older, different. Even that smile was foreign. How could Right Hand assume they'd meet the same energetic person when it had been too long?

"I didn't think I'd treat myself today. I don't have enough on me."

The handmade lemonade with ridiculously big size was the times of what they'd pay for coffee. They couldn’t afford this— the lemonade and changes on Youngest. Right Hand's will to form a connection was now gone. They didn't think they could accept that this was not the Youngest they remembered. They didn’t want change. Be it their order or their now distanced sibling.

"I don't either," Youngest grinned, drinking half of their lemonade in one go. "But anything we order is pre-paid." The smile faltered. "It was, always. Medic and Leader's arguments about who was gonna pay was always one-sided. This cafe won't make us pay one penny as long as we dont eat the whole buffet. This place owes a favour to Leader, but you know them—"

"They never collect those favours, so the shop sqid its on them every time," Right Hand completed with a bitter smile.

"Yeah. Even though I'm sure they came back every time without us and paid the order." Youngest muttered. They fidgeted a little, hitting their fingers to the glass a few times.

"I missed... I missed the action," Right Hand confessed, their voice tinged with a mixture of longing and reluctance— they didn't know what they were supposed to feel. They glanced at Youngest, trying to gauge if they would grasp the weight of their words. Would Youngest understand what it meant to just... sit back? To watch the people go on with their jobs, to... to just get the news from a few messages every now and then?

"Me too. That's..." Youngest drew a sharp breath, their eyes darting to the side as if searching for the right words. They let out a slow exhale, their shoulders sagging. "That's why I'm here."

Right Hand frowned, a flicker of unease settling in their gut. "What do you mean?" they asked, their tone cautious.

"We... I need you back," Youngest breathed out, their eyes digging into Right Hand's for a positive answer desperately. Youngest leaned forward, their hands gripping the glass. "Officially, I'm asked to see if any of us wishes to return, but I need you. I will refuse the offer if you do, too."

Right Hand hesitated, their gaze dropping to the table as they mulled over Youngest's words. "It's been a while," they murmured, unsure of what to say.

"I know," Youngest admitted, averting their gaze..

"You know why I didn’t stay," Right Hand sighed.

Youngest nodded, their expression faltering. "But I need you. Especially now with Leader missing—"

Right Hand's head snapped up, their eyes widening in shock. "What?"

Youngest's face paled, and they almost shouted in their panic. "You... you haven't heard?" they asked, their voice rising with alarm.

"Youngest," Right Hand warned, their voice low and firm. They were tired of beating around the bush. "Tell me what's going on."

Youngest shrunk back slightly, their voice dropping to a near whisper. "When you decided to leave, we got assigned to calmer positions.. Except Leader," they muttered, their fingers nervously tapping against the glass.

"Get to the point," Right Hand urged, their patience wearing thin.

Youngest swallowed hard, their voice trembling as they spoke. "Leader had been acting like a mercenary, and we lost contact almost a year ago."

Right Hand felt their heart skip a beat, a cold dread settling in their chest. "Maybe something went wrong in their last commission," they suggested, though they didn’t believe it.

Youngest shook their head, their expression grim. "No... They abandoned us. Not— not like that, but they... Leader left. Told us it was their last job and disappeared."

Right Hand kept their head down, trying not to draw attention in the bustling tavern. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the room, and the low murmur of hushed conversations filled the air, adding to the tension in Right Hand's chest.

Right Hand could feel crippling worry crawl its way into their mind. If Leader had gone back to acting like that...

-•-

They didn’t know how all these annoying missions kept finding them, but they had to get this one done. There was no room for error, not now. Not when the higher ups were breathing on their neck.

A single figure sat there, huddled in the furthest corner of the room. While Right Hand couldn't see the figure's face, they recognised the ring on the table. A simple silver ring that acted as only identification even in the agency's detailed file.

Right Hand walked over to the table, tapping it lightly before sitting down. The sound was enough to draw the attention of the person across from them, who slowly looked up, eyes wary and cold.

"I don't have enough on me for a company," Leader muttered, their voice rough, as if it hadn’t been used much in recent days. They glanced at Right Hand, and for a moment, Right Hand though they were being read like an open book.

"You only drank water so far," Right Hand retorted, their eyes narrowing as they assessed the person before them. Leader was thinner, gaunter than they imagined. There was a hollowness to their cheeks, and dark circles framed their piercing eyes. They looked like someone who hadn’t slept or eaten well in days, maybe weeks.

"Is that a problem?" Leader asked, the edge in their tone sharp enough to make Right Hand flinch.

Right Hand shook their head, leaning back slightly in the chair. "No."

"Then what is the problem?" Leader asked, their gaze boring into Right Hand’s, as if daring them to speak.

Right Hand hesitated, choosing their words carefully. They knew how fragile this situation was, how easy it would be to lose any chance of getting Leader back. "Is it your working hours?"

Leader’s expression remained neutral. "Depends."

"Up for work?" Right Hand pressed. They needed this answer, needed to know if there was a chance to bring Leader back into the fold.

"Depends."

Right Hand felt a flicker of frustration rise. They bit back their first answer filled with insults. "Is this the only answer I'll get?" they asked instead.

Leader smirked, though it didn’t reach their eyes. "You won't get a good answer if you don't ask the right questions."

Right Hand let out a slow breath, trying to remain calm. "Ever tired of working alone?"

For a moment, Leader didn’t respond. They simply stared at the glass in front of them, their fingers tracing the rim absentmindedly. Finally, they spoke, their voice barely above a whisper. "Is that an interrogation or an offer?"

"I thought I'd ask questions here," Right Hand scoffed.

Leader chuckled, a sound devoid of real humour sending shivers down to Right Hand's spine. "Not everything goes as we would like. Do you pay well?"

"Oh I—I'm not the employer. I'll probably be in your team," Right Hand admitted. They didn’t want to push Leader too hard, didn’t want to drive them away.

Leader raised an eyebrow, their scepticism clear. "My— is your employer, by any chance, an idiot? I'm not taking responsibility for other people. I don't do office jobs exactly,  y'know. Can't give people insurance."

"You have the experience," Right Hand shrugged.

"And a bad record of completing jobs as I'm asked to," Leader shot back, their tone bitter. They crossed their arms over their chest defensively.

"Yet you do nail the job with your way," Right Hand countered, refusing to back down. They knew Leader’s reputation, knew that when they committed to something, they saw it through—no matter the cost. And possibly with methods that drove the employers mad.

Leader’s eyes narrowed. "Now you're just telling this to get to my good side."

Right Hand didn’t flinch under the sharp tone. "Did it work?"

For a long moment, Leader didn’t respond. They simply stared at Right Hand, weighing their options. The silence stretched on, thick and heavy, until finally, Leader exhaled and shook their head with a resigned sigh.

"Yes," Leader admitted.

-•-

“Youngest... no,” Right Hand began, their voice laden with the weight of the years they had carried alone. They shook their head, looking down at their hands as if they might find the right words there. “You… really don’t want me - or Leader - back.”

Youngest’s eyes widened, but they got a hold of their face quickly. “I don’t care how things have changed. I need you. And I need Leader. If you know anything about them, please—”

“If I know anything about Leader,” Right Hand interrupted, their voice growing quiet, almost distant, “they’re not the Leader we know anymore.”

Youngest blinked, taken aback by the finality in Right Hand’s tone. “What do you mean?” they asked, their voice tinged with a mix of confusion and concern.

Right Hand met Youngest’s gaze, their expression hardening. “I mean, don’t ask me this,” they said, their voice firm. “You don’t want to find the person Leader might have become.”

“But I need to,” Youngest insisted, almsot yelling. They took a deep breath and continued more calmly. “I know you. You won’t let me down. Neither you nor Leader ever did. Even if Leader changed, you can get them back. You... you tamed the monster once.”

Right Hand suprassed a flinch and let out a long, weary sigh, their shoulders slumping. They hated that Youngest was right— not in tamsing part but still. No matter how much they wanted to walk away, they couldn’t. Not from this. Not when it involved the people they once called family.

Right Hand finally gave up. “I’ll try,” they said, their voice carrying a quiet determination. “But you need to be prepared for what we might find, if we find anything at all.”

Youngest swallowed hard but nodded, their lips pressed into a thin line. “Just… bring them back,” they said, their voice cracking slightly.

Right Hand paused, their gaze softening as they looked at Youngest. “I’ll do my best,” they promised, though a part of them wondered if their best would be enough.

-•-

Right Hand had lost count of how many dead ends they had followed in just three months. Every lead was colder than the last, every contact more hesitant to speak. The trail that Leader had left behind was barely more than a whisper—scattered rumours that always ended absurdly, as if it was purposefully set up.

But Right Hand wasn’t ready to give up. Not when they had seen the look in Youngest’s eyes, the hope clinging to the edges of desperation. Not when they owed it to themselves, to the family they once had, to find Leader and at least try to bring them back.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally found a lead that seemed promising—a small, rundown apartment on the outskirts of a forgotten town. The odd tenant paid rent in cash, kept to themselves, and was rarely seen except for the occasional late-night trip to a nearby convenience store. If Right Hand wasn’t so desperate for a lead, they could've overlooked it.

In the blink of an eye, Right Hand stood outside the door, their heart pounding in their chest. They had no idea what to expect on the other side. They weren’t even sure they were ready to face whatever—or whoever—they might find.

Taking a deep breath, Right Hand knocked on the door. There was no answer. They waited a moment before knocking again, louder this time. Still nothing. Anxiety gnawed at them as they fumbled for the set of lockpicking tools they hadn’t used in years.

They moved in after breaking in, their footsteps heavy on the worn wooden floor. In the dim light, Right Hand could make out the remnants of someone’s life—an unmade bed, a table cluttered with empty bottles, a chair knocked over in the corner.

Right Hand's eyes darted around, taking in the sparse, almost desolate surroundings. There was something about the place that felt wrong—a heaviness that hung in the air, pressing down on them as they cautiously stepped forward.

A faint rustling came from the couch, the backrest blocking Right Hand's view. Their breath caught in their throat as they turned toward the sound, their heart pounding louder with each passing second.

"Who's there?" they called out, their voice steady despite the fear gnawing at them from the inside.

The rustling stopped, followed by a low, pained groan. Right Hand's grip tightened around the handle of their gun, their eyes straining to see through the dimness. Slowly, a figure rose and turned back, and Right Hand's heart sank.

Leader.

They looked different— worn down but not completely defeated. Their clothes were rumpled and faded, as if they'd been worn for days on end. Their hair, still mostly neat, was streaked with grey that hadn’t been there before. And their eyes - those once bright, determined eyes - were clouded with exhaustion and something else Right Hand couldn’t quite place.

But despite it all, Leader still held themselves with a certain dignity. Even the hollowness in their cheeks and the dark circles under their eyes told a story of sleepless nights, there was still a spark of the person Right Hand once knew— or Right Hand wanted to see it that way.

Leader blinked, as if trying to focus on the figure standing before them. For a moment, they looked confused, as if they weren’t sure if Right Hand was there. But soon, Leader’s expression shifted from confusion to something more guarded— almost defensive.

"Right Hand," Leader rasped, their voice rough from disuse. They straightened up slightly, trying to pull themselves together, though the effort seemed to cost them dearly. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Right Hand replied carefully, trying to keep their tone neutral, non-threatening. "I’ve been looking for you."

Leader let out a short, humourless laugh, though it sounded more like a cough. "So you finally found me," they muttered, running a hand through their hair in a weary gesture. "Congratulations. You can go back now and tell people that  I’m still alive. Just what I needed."

Right Hand shook their head, refusing to let Leader brush them off so easily. "That’s not why I’m here," they said firmly. "I’m here to bring you back."

"Back? Where?" Leader spat. They stood up, their body bandaged. Right Hand could see a makeshift rib corset peeking under their shirt, and Leader's knee was properly braced— more of a mobility choice rather than caring about their health, in Right Hand's opinion.

Leader’s sharp tone cut through the stale air, the bitterness in their words evident. They leaned heavily on the back of the couch, trying to steady themselves as they stared at Right Hand with a mix of anger and disbelief.

"Back where?" Leader repeated, their voice lower but no less biting. "There’s nowhere to go back to. The team is gone. That life… it’s over. It was never my life to begin with."

"No, it was!" Right Hand snapped. "Leader, we are from the same fabric. I know what must be done, and I know what's really eating you alive. You have to take what is yours. Will you let Youngest think you abandoned them?"

Leader's gaze hardened, their posture stiffening as they straightened up, wincing slightly from the effort but also stepping closer, towering over Right Hand. "But I did leave them behind," Leader almost snarled. "You’re delusional if you think I can be any help. Look around you," they gestured vaguely at the rundown apartment, their eyes narrowing. "I'm in no state - and mood - to play the same game. I'm not interested in anything you have to tell."

Right Hand clenched their fists, frustration boiling beneath the surface. "You don’t get to decide that," they said, their voice steady but firm. "We need you, Leader. Youngest needs you. And deep down, you know you need us too."

Leader’s expression wavered for a moment, a flicker of something—regret, maybe, or doubt—crossing their features before they quickly masked it with anger. They scoffed, turning away. "Need is a dangerous thing, Right Hand. It makes you weak. It blinds you. You don't need me."

"And what I need, then?" Right Hand pressed, refusing to let Leader retreat into themselves again.

"You ned to move on," Leader began, their voice so quiet it was almost a whisper, "I’m not the person you remember. I’m not the leader you followed. And I won't be that person again. You need to move on and forget."

"I don’t believe that," Right Hand said with a determination that cut through the tension in the room. "And I don’t think you do either. We’ve all changed, Leader. None of us are who we were, but that doesn’t mean we can’t find a way forward."

Leader shook their head, exhaling a shaky breath as they rubbed a hand over their face. "You don’t get it," they muttered, their voice wavering. "You’re holding on to a ghost. The person you’re looking for… they’re gone. There’s nothing left to bring back."

"That’s not true," Right Hand insisted. "I can see it in your eyes—there’s still a part of you that wants to fight. You never back down from your duty."

Leader’s eyes darted away, unable to meet Right Hand’s gaze. They looked like they were carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders, the burden of their own self-loathing almost too much to bear.

"Why did you run?" Right Hand asked, their voice gentle. "Why did you leave and get away from what made you happy?"

Leader’s jaw clenched, their fists tightening at their sides as they wrestled with the question. "You were keeping things together. It was always you." they admitted after a long, painful silence. "When you decided to back down, i tried. I really did, but... things fell apart."

"Running away didn’t help anyone, least of all yourself," Right Hand replied, their tone softening with understanding. "I had to leave. You knew, and I'm grateful you never blamed me for it. But it wasn’t me. You kept us together when I couldn't. For years. You tried, and it didn’t work. But that doesn’t mean we should give up on each other— or ourselves."

Leader’s shoulders slumped, the fight draining out of them as they sank back onto the couch, the weight of their guilt and despair pulling them down. "I can't do it again," they whispered, their voice trembling. "I don’t even know how to help myself, let alone the team."

Right Hand sat on the table in front of Leader. "You’re still here," they said firmly, gripping Leader’s hands in theirs. "And that’s enough. We’ll figure out the rest together. You’re not alone in this, Leader. We will all try this time. You won't have to keep us together."

A tear slipped down Leader’s cheek, and they quickly brushed it away, but not before Right Hand saw the vulnerability in their eyes—the pain, the fear, the longing for something they thought they had lost forever.

For the first time in a long time, Leader allowed themselves to lean into the comfort Right Hand offered, the warmth of their touch grounding them in a way they hadn’t felt in what seemed like an eternity.

"I don’t think I can do it," Leader murmured, their voice trembling. "But… I’ll try."

Right Hand nodded, their own eyes misting over as they squeezed Leader’s hands. "That’s all I’m asking."

[satureja13]

While Vlad, Jack and Ji Ho do their research at the library, Saiwa and Jeb took Kiyoshi to the Cat Cafe. They have the hope the cats would bring him out of his tree state. And really, he reacted on them! Saiwa was giving Jack last instructions and told him to call should they need them at the library.

All our ingame cats are here today ^^'

The waiter was flirting with Saiwa. The Waiter: "I'll serve you in a minute ;) "

The Waiter: "Which crime did you commit to have to spend the days after Winterfest with your two professors?" Saiwa: "Oh, we're working on a project ^^' " Tha Waiter gave Saiwa his number: "Call me in your freetime. I'll show you the town."

Poor Jeb. He still thinks that Saiwa doesn't play in his league and is way too hot for him...

Jeb: "Why didn't you tell him you're my wife?" Saiwa: "The Professor/Student story is more plausible, now that Kiyoshi is with us. It would look weird when two grown men hang out with a 'girl' like me."

Saiwa: "You can punish me later for this, hm?" *winks* Jeb: "Uhm...ok ^^' "

'She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears' In the year of the cat - Al Stewart

Meanwhile Kiyoshi and Kira carefully approach each other.

Jeb: "I hope we have him back soon." Saiwa: "We will. In his world he'd been a tree for decades. He just needs time to accustom."

And about an hour later, Jack excitedly called from the library. He'd found a Star Wars book! Saiwa pinched the bridge of his nose: "Jack, you only had one job to do and ended up with Star Wars?" Jack, over the phone: "This time you will thank me for this!"

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest 🛺 'Home crappy Home' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: 🌴 'The Expedition' from the beginning ▶️ here 🎤 'Putting the Boys Back together' from the beginning ▶️ here 🥀 'Disbandment of the Group' from the beginning ▶️ here

[rabdoidal]

decided to draw some OCs based on the vibes i got from my songs! theyre both university freshman - illia is a law student and Z is a sociology major, Z is new and town and looking to start a brand new punk band after their old one disbanded, and it turns out illia has an amazing voice. unfortunately, she was raised in a super strict household and hates the idea of doing anything that might distract from her studies. Z knows that if they can convince illia to join, they can totally win battle of the bands alongside their new drummer ezra - who works at the campus cafe - and their new guitarist melek - who Z met at roller derby - but who knows what kind of feelings are going to get in the way when illia finally gains independence and dives head first into the punk scene? stay tuned to find out more.....

🧷 kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous 🧷

[specialagentlokitty]

Hannibal lector x reader - unravelled

Part 3:

Walking into the coffee shop, you smiled at the waitress as she brought over a cup of coffee for you.

“We haven’t seen you around for a while (Y/N).”

“Sorry Sophia, I’ve been so busy. I did miss your coffee though.”

Sophia laughed a little bit, tapping you lightly on the head with the tray she was holding in her hands.

“That’s because I make a kick ass coffee.”

You chuckled a little bit, leaning back in your chair as you looked up at her, giving her a gentle smile and she smiled back at you.

“I really have missed you, please come back…” she whispered.

“I can’t Sophia, I’m sorry. But I need to find this Doctor Peters.”

She sighed.

“I’ve actually been looking into that.”

Sophia sat on the chair in front of you, setting the tray on the table.

“We know it was an alias, there was never any doctor Peters at that hospital, except because they failed to run the right background checks they refuse to take it to law enforcement.”

You gave her a slight confused look.

“They’re telling anybody who asks that he retired and moved away.”

You slowly nodded your head.

“Do you know where he is now?”

“No, but we’re still looking for him. If I had to guess though, whoever he was he wouldn’t be far, either still in the city or one of the surrounding ones, he’d still be nearby.”

“Do we even have a photo of what he looks like?”

“No, he used a fake, heavily applied makeup to resemble it slightly.”

You sighed again, placing your head on your hand as you looked out the window you were sat next to.

People were bustling about, a few investigators were patrolling the streets.

“There’s more.” You noted.

“You aren’t exactly keeping a low profile (Y/N), since the other night there’s been more and more.”

You turned your gaze to her.

“You need to stop this now. Disband them.”

“Not until I’ve got who I want. I’ll go through the entire CCG if I have too.”

“Yeah and get yourself killed!” She hissed.

You looked around, nobody seemed to have heard her so you turned your attention back to her.

“It’s my life. I’m going for a smoke.”

Picking up your cup, you set it on the counter, balancing a plate on the top and made your way outside.

Standing in front of the cafe, you dug through your pockets for a cigarette and a lighter and lit it.

It tasted just about as disgusting as everything else seemed to taste, maybe a little more so, but you didn’t let it put you off.

You took a slow drag, leaning against the wall.

“Well, my suspicions were correct. A smoker.”

You turned your head to the side, watching as Hannibal came walking over, ducking under the doorway to get away from the cold winter air.

“Do you make it a habit to follow your patients Hannibal?”

“No, I was simply just passing by and saw you come outside.”

You hummed a little bit, taking another drag of your cigarette.

“You know those will kill you, they really aren’t healthy for you (Y/N).”

“I know.”

“Then why do you smoke?”

“Maybe I enjoy the fact it destroys me.”

“Self destructive.”

You gave a small shrug.

“Aren’t we all in some way or another?”

You walked to the edge of the street, putting your cigarette out on the trash can, and tossed it inside before walking back over.

Hannibal opened the door for you, allowing you to walk in first and you walked over to your cup, taking the plate off.

“Hey Sophia?”

She hummed, turning around and you pointed to Hannibal who appeared next to you.

“Get him whatever he wants and put it on my tab.”

Sophia nodded her head and you took your cup back over to your table while Hannibal took the seat opposite you.

“I assume you come here often?” He asked.

“Not as often as Sophia would like, but often enough I suppose.”

Hannibal nodded his head, thanking Sofia as he brought his cup of tea over and he turned his attention back to you.

“Did you come here before the accident?”

“No. I used to just walk past it, then early one morning I was wondering around and saw they were open so I decided to come in.”

“I see, what is it that drew you to this place?”

You shrugged a little bit.

“I don’t know, it was warm I guess. It was a really cold morning, and it smelled incredible. Plus Sophia makes a great coffee.”

Hannibal nodded his head.

“What other places do you like to visit? Aside from this cafe and the bar.”

“The flower gardens I suppose, it’s peaceful there, not many people. A few museums, for the same reason they’re pretty quiet at the start of the day.”

“And early riser?”

“A troubled sleeper. Sleep is hard to come by now.”

Hannibal looked at you.

You had your chin resting on your hand as you stared out the window, hair falling over your face, your nails seemed to be painted black, you were a different style ring on each finger of your left hand.

You seemed to prefer smart casual dressing, a white shirt, but no tie.

You had your sleeves rolled down, but the crinkles around them told Hannibal you often wore your shirts with the sleeves rolled up.

“I could prescribe you something in order to help if you so wish.”

“Wouldn’t help, but thank you.”

You tore your gaze from the window, looking over at him.

“What is it that keeps you awake?”

“Nightmares I suppose, about the accident, about what happened after.”

Hannibal slowly nodded his head.

“Is this about the time you went missing?”

“Two months of my life unaccounted for by everybody but me.”

“What is that happened during those two months?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

You smirked a little at him, leaning back in your chair, taking a sip of your coffee.

“You hide yourself behind some rather strong walls, in order to protect yourself.”

“Everybody has things they don’t want people to know Hannibal Lector, you and I are no different from those people.”

“Perhaps not, but who are you really protecting? Yourself, or the person responsible for your change in personality?”

“Don’t worry, that person doesn’t need protecting. I should think he’s had what’s was coming to him.”

Hannibal studied you quietly for a a few seconds.

“How can you be sure?”

“Just a wish I suppose.”

“Do you wish your life had turned out different?”

“Everybody wishes their lives could have turned out different.”

“Will mentioned you enjoyed deflecting topics with indirect answers.”

“What else did will mention?”

“I cannot tell you that, client patient confidentiality.”

You hummed this time.

“He’s a patient of yours, I should have gathered, Will isn’t all that trusting when it comes to people.”

Hannibal nodded his head.

“You know him better than anybody, you grew up together. However it seems like he doesn’t know you at all now, you’re merely just a stranger to him.”

“I’m a stranger to you as well.”

“I know what your files allow me to know. I would like to know you more, know what isn’t in your files.”

You glanced over at Sophia who gestured to the coffee pot and you held out your cup so she could come put more coffee in it for you.

She wondered away and you turned back to Hannibal.

“Why do you want to know me Hannibal Lector?”

“I believe there is a lot going on inside of you that will rot you from the inside out of you do not resolve it.”

“Who says it hasn’t already?”

“Will seems to think there is still time to save you.”

“Will refuses to believe that the person he used to know died a long time ago, in that accident.”

Hannibal took a small breath, taking a sip of his tea.

“Has it really died? Or are your burying it in order to ignore the person you once were? The agent who was run off the road, down the side of a cliff and left to die.”

“Is that what you think happened?”

You downed your coffee, picking up your cup and taking it back to Sophia, leaving some cash on the other side of the counter for her.

Hannibal placed his cup next to yours and followed you outside, walking alongside of you.

“That’s what the records say. What really happened?”

You looked around, putting your hands in your pockets as you turned back to path you were following.

“I wasn’t left to die there. In fact, I got out of the car, I had that much adrenaline running through my veins I couldn’t feel any pain at that point in time, it was like I was watching myself from outside my own body.”

“What did you do?”

“The suspect we were chasing happened to be run off the road as well, her car was trapped under a large tree, the front crushed against a boulder.”

“What did you do (Y/N)?”

“She begged me to save her, she was bleeding out, a branch had lodged itself through her. I pulled it out, and I watched as she bled out and died there, with no regret. I killed her.”

Hannibal glanced down at you.

“You did not kill that woman, her actions led to her death. She died because of what she had done, you had nothing to do with it.”

“I made it so she bled out faster.”

“Do you regret what you have done?”

You glanced up at him to find him already looking at you.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because it was either me or her. Truth be told I should have died there too, and yet here I am, tragically alive.”

“You do not want to be alive?”

“I stand on the earth with billions of people, yet it feels as if I am the only one really here.”

You looked away.

“You’re lonely, yet you push everybody away. You want company, yet you force yourself into this isolation you created.”

You stopped by a store, looking at the TVs that were broadcasting the news about the continued lock down of the ward, and the hell hounds being spotted in the forth ward taunting the CCG.

Hannibal stopped next to you.

“They enjoy taunting the investigators because they know that the CCG will never be able to enter the three wards they have overrun.” Hannibal said.

“What makes you think that?”

“They’re keeping a border between the second, forth and sixth wards, they directly link into one another, it was why the ghouls easily over took them. Keep those wards apart, the CCG can contain the group and monitor them closely.”

You nodded your head.

“We are all monsters living in a world of monsters.” You said.

Hannibal glanced at your reflection in the glass, and he could see the self hatred in your eyes.

You hated every fibre of your being and he could see that clearly.

You turned around, smiling a little bit at the two investigators that walked past the pair of you.

“It’s dangerous out in the real world Hannibal.”

Hannibal turned to look at you, both of you watching as the investigators began running in the same direction across the road.

“Indeed it is. You should be careful.”

You glanced up at him.

“So should you, don’t go wondering where you shouldn’t be.”

With that, you walked away from him, leaving him to watch as you melted away into the crowd, and he turned back the way he had come.

He knew you visited that cafe often, it was why he went there, and now he was going back to get a feel for the place, and see if he could find anything else about you

[kpopsunbaes]

I'm seeing K'Pop coming up with both the dating rumor and the term "K'Population" making the rounds again. For those who are unaware, both are inaccurate.

A few years back, Serin and I were the team that researched the group and investigated where the rumor/name came from. The episode I've linked explains it and provides sources, but here's the TLDR on these two matters.

K'Pop

K'Pop wasn't an abbreviation for K'Population. They debuted as K'Pop and went by that name until disbandment.

As stated during the group's Sugarman2 appearance, the name "K’Pop" was created by Joo Younghoon who produced the group. While on a business trip in Japan, he was inspired by the term “J-Pop” and came up with “K-Pop” as the Korean counterpart to the J-Pop wave. This was the first example of the term being officially used in Korean music, as previously the term for the genre we know today as K-Pop was referred to as Hallyu (한류) and/or Gayo (가요). This is why the music show Inkigayo is named as such, as the name literally means popular music.

Note: K'Pop is styled as such in English, but during promotions, they were also sometimes referred to as "K-Pop". Due to the genre using a hyphen, when referring to the group, an apostrophe is preferred to reduce confusion.

The first reference to K'Population that I found came from the long-defunct website http://kpophwaiting.net. It was an English fansite in the 2000s for the group, as K'Pop had international fans. I found Japanese fansites from 2002, and references to fans in the US.

On the front page of the kpophwaiting site was a notice that read the following: “K-Population is here for those K-Pop fans who do not speak Korean and may have a hard time finding things on the band.” From this, we see that "K-Population" wasn't used as the group's name at all, it was for a fansite.

Sidenote, in case you're wondering what K'Pop's fans were called, it was K’Popcorn (케이팝콘), which also went by the nickname Popcorn (팝콘).

I have no idea how K'Population got misconstrued as being the group's name on various English wikis years later. I assume it was due to general misinformation that was parroted over the years.

The Dating Rumor

From what I could gather, the original Korean and international K’Pop fans didn’t seem to be the source of the dating rumors.

The first mention of it I could find was from 2007, after the group had gone inactive (and technically disbanded) a few years prior in 2005. On January 22nd, someone made a Daum Cafe post saying they heard a rumor from their new friend that Woohyun and Youngwon had dated and broken up pre-debut. However, the poster themselves doubted it and seemed to want to share it because they thought it was funny. The commenters from that time also didn't seem to take it seriously either.

The fight between the two members from 2003 was brought up during this. The context for it being brought up was that the poster was musing about the idea of them fighting and they vaguely remembered Woohyun had bandages on his hands from an actual fight with Youngwon. They didn't claim the dating rumor and the fight were connected events.

For those of you who are unaware of the circumstances of that incident, here's a brief explanation. The group's coordinator was leaving, so the company had a farewell party for them. Prior to that, Youngwon's drinking habit of being rowdy was known to the group. He got drunk during the party, and around 3am Woohyun was fed up with Youngwon picking fights with him. While he was waiting for his ride, Youngwon came up behind him and punched him a few times before staff separated them. Woohyun had an injury to his face and his wrist, as he fell during the incident. (S) After multiple insincere apologies, Youngwon finally got it that he hurt his friend, so he publicly apologized to Woohyun for his actions and they both moved on. There were no further incidents publicly between them, and the group went on to release another album. Despite what people have spread around, the fight wasn't even close to being the reason why K'Pop disbanded -- it also didn't cause long-lasting discord between the members either, as we know from their later reunion.

However, it appears that didn't matter to the next person who spread this rumor. Also in 2007, a reporter wrote an article that acted as if the January post was a true summary of events. Although the article itself is lost to time, a fan's reaction to it was preserved. The fan was annoyed that the fight was brought up to drag the members. They also claimed that due to the reporter's reputation, they doubted the dating rumor was true. The fan's speculation about the article being written to bash the members wasn't unwarranted. For context, around that time, an article came out that discussed the morals of idols who trained/debuted while underage. Youngwon was mentioned in that article, as that reporter brought up the fight with Woohyun in it.

In 2011, the dating rumor article was brought up in conversation among netizens. They remembered the article, but forgot that they didn't take it seriously. So, the story got spread around again as if it was fact. This is why retractions are so important.

After K'Pop's appearance on SugarMan2, the dating rumor was spread to international fans through articles on sites like Koreaboo and Allkpop. To this day, you'll see people associating K'Pop with this rumor after a giant game of telephone.

Final Notes

When it comes to K'Pop, people know them more for two inaccurate pieces of info than anything else they actually did. If you read this whole post and are interested in knowing what the group actually did, I recommend listening to the podcast audio included at the top of this post. I hope I explained this well enough for people to get why 1st Gen fans have been cracking down on those who repost about K'Population and the dating rumor.

Please be cautious when looking at English language wikis for 1st Gen groups in general, as they tend to include wrong info (and generally don't list sources). For example, Baby V.O.X's entry on Kprofiles includes the wrong picture of the original leader (it shows a different member from an MV a few years after her departure) and doesn't list that she was the leader. Additionally, H.O.T's Wikipedia page is a DISASTER. So, be cautious, folks.

[lin-lizzie]

bitches keep talking about stinky dragon modern au or band au so guess what I’m gonna drop

Months old au for modern and band

Everything is still fantasy such as their races and world however they have moved onto our modern technology and other stuff

The interns are roommates that share an apartment together, Bart being a caretaker for Gum Gum, and the rest not really knowing one another but just decided to room together for the sake of rent costs

Everyone gets their own room but Bart and Gum gum, and gum gum has a little balcony or window garden

Gum Gum is a highschooler (15-16), and wants/has a little flower stall with really, REALLY pretty flowers

Bart went/is going to college, and is pursuing music

Mudd works at a cafe/coffeeshop, trying to make enough to hopefully start his own. He ran away from his family because he didn’t want to take over their business. (Huge company)

Kyborg is/is trying to get in a school where he can learn to make prosthetics (like at the end of the Infinights)

Brink goes to college as well to learn magic, and he also lives in the same apartment complex as the interns. Fun!

Of course, he and Kyborg hate each other as always

Now, in the regular modern au I was genuinely unsure of what to have for the Infinights, such as why they were well known, BUUUUT I remember talking about it w some people

They were known as/called the Infinights because they were investigating disappearances around the town (Boulderay, everyone is in Boulderay, it’s basically a somewhat big city atp), Fred being one of the disappeared people. A conflict happens, I forgot, but they disband. I can’t remember if Fred is found or not but if he is, he is alive and engaged to Marcy.

Marcy, Elleve, is going to school to get a medical degree and wants to be a pharmacist.

Slique is also pursing music, but hes done with school and he does his own thing. Being a solo artist.

Now, for Spectril and Grissly I actually wasn’t sure about. For Grissly, it’d either be something to do with athletics or physical-ish disorders (I’m not sure how to word)

And. God. I have no fucking idea about Spectril.

Dr. Ahem was the old man at the corner down from the apartment complex who owned a workshop. He’s there everyday, and that’s where the Infinights first banded up. And that’s how the interns knew about them, and why they decided to take over for them.

We move on from regular modern au to BAND AU now!

Same, HOWEVER, the Infinights were once a band. They were popular for a while around Faeza, until one day, they disbanded for reasons unknown to the public.

Spectril was either bass or electric guitar, Slique taking one or the other

Grissly had the drums,

Alleve I believe was on keyboard,

And Paralyte was the lead singer, with either Slique and/or Spectril as backup. (I headcanon Spectril is a GREAT singer/singing voice)

Fred was also part of the team, I think we made him the stage guy? Stage? Lights? I forgot.

However, one day, on a tour, Fred got hit by a car and did not survive. This caused the falling out of the band, and their disbandment. Which led Paralyte creating another band, the Everguards. The new Infinights rival band when they would take over the old Infinights band.

Dr. Ahem’s workshop is still there, but instead of an investigation group, it was the band that he had kept at the workshop. The old meeting room was still there, but never touched again.

After taking over the band’s name, the interns hear about how and why the OG infinights disbanded.

Fred had gotten hit by a car trying to go back for Spectril as he was distracted by a turtle while they were crossing the street, Ahem’s legs suddenly stopped working as he called out for Fred, Alleve and Grissly were on the bus, and Paralyte was with Dr. Ahem. Shortly after hearing he had passed, they went back home to Boulderay, to discuss what they should do.

They could replace his job with someone else, and could continue on, but it was way too soon to just continue on. But Paralyte didn’t want to stop, she wanted to keep performing and making music, whether Fred was there or not. Marcy thought she was crazy for already wanting to move on as if Fred hadn’t died.

Paralyte didn’t mean anything bad, she thought Fred would want them all to continue making music, whether with or without him. But the others didn’t know and just thought she was crazy. So, this led to the falling out.

Most of them still kept in touch, but Paralyte didn’t. Spectril and Slique ended up moving into an apartment together while they did their own things. Spectril had a job organizing stuff on documents for a company, while also helping his mother’s flower shop. Slique became a solo artist, but didn’t do many shows. Also doesn’t like to mention he was once part of the Infinights.

Alleve and Grissly kept in touch, so did Elleve and Spectril. Elleve and Spectril became a little closer after Fred’s passing, as Spectril blamed himself for Fred’s accident. So, he wanted to be there for Marcy. For Fred and her.

In Paralyte’s band had Brink, and he soon became rivals with the new Infinights. But a buncha stuff happens and……. God There is so much. That I cannot type here rn. If people like this post enough I’ll add the rest

[jahnavisurenda-21]

Haikiyuy[Oikawa TooruX Reader]Long Distance.

This factor is the most challenging one because so many people fail it, that's why fictional men.

1. He's in a sense of shock, and is a little flabbergasted he was ready to cut the ties at any given moment maybe, in a selfish way of self preservation.

2. It had been three years, he was sure there was a limit to how much you could accept him being an Volleyball addict it was a driving force, an obsession he needed to thrive, win championships, play again and again on the court. But, all you would say to him was,

"Don't forget to eat your meals, drink water, and sleep well." It was something even his mother would say, his coach would repeat and his teammates followed religiously.

3. Then why does he seem to play that on repeat like a broken record it's almost like he could hear your concerned voice in his head.

4. He had plans to go to Argentina in his last months of school, yet, despite so many things with the disbanding of Aoba Johsai his previous team, his decisions like a gentle breeze in the spring he met you.

5. He refused take it seriously at the beginning, this happens all the time, people date, they find problems, you realize it was a mistake, it couldn't work, and you deal with heartbreak because sometimes it doesn't work.

6. But, this morning when he saw your beautiful face at the airport, his doubts seemed to be disappearing like it never was there, your eyes looked like hope itself like a present promising all wonderful things, like a possible bright future, but ofcourse the present had not been opened yet.

7. If he ever thought of breaking up with you, to avoid his fears he wished it could be postponed, yes, he imagined if you both could go to Argentina, then everything would be convenient and his heart wouldn't be aching and longing by now. He could've reached to take your hand in his, promising to never let go.

8. When his arms found your frame against his chest, pressed so warmly, he wanted to keep you in this embrace forever, take you on more dates, enjoy going to the cafes to get milk bread, and Boba tea, see you at the stands cheering for his team, see your excited smile whenever he got you gifts, the three years which he had spent with you were truly like an amazing dream, which he didn't want to wake up from.

9. His carrer seemed far from over, his teammates, his school, and you, everything seemed to fit in one plate.

10. "Y/n, let me just ask this one thing do you think it's going to be better if we b-break up and avoid any problems?" The words came out before he could stop them, what an idiotic move like Iwaizumi said to him so many times he might actually believe them.

11. Your silence for a few moments felt like an eternity for him, you closed your eyes enjoying his arms around you for some more time, before you gathered up the energy to look him in the eyes, "No. I don't believe in breaking up with you. Call me delusional or unrealistic, but somehow you've made me believe... believe in us. But... if you want to break up with me, I won't hold that against you." You replied,

12. Oikawa suddenly chuckled out of the blue, "Then Iwa-Chan will probably hunt me down, and who knows the chances of my survival then."

Oikawa pressed his trembling lips to your forehead and let it stay there for a few seconds, never letting go of your frame. "You really are ready to do the work right Sweetheart, cause afterwards if you say your not I might become to obsessed with you to let you go." He whispered in your ear, "That was hot!" You whispered back.

13. The announcement for Tooru's flight departing was announced and Oikawa simply tightened his arms around you, "Call me every week, and if I'm being an idiot just tell Iwaizumi, and if I ever hurt you just kill me and--"

"Idiot." You mumbled, "Take care of yourself, and don't and I mean don't act like an insane obsessive freak." You warned.

14. Oikawa finally pulled away gazing at your eyes which tried to conceal some fresh tears,Oikawa cupped your cheeks, "Okay now, I don't like seeing you cry because you'll make me cry as well."

15. You laughed making Oikawa smile, "Bye sweetheart."

16. "I love you." He confessed finally after three years, before wishing you farewell.

[soda-bubbled]

☁️ . . . ⇢ -ˏˋ [by your side, i'll be your seasons]࿐ྂ —— —͙ – - ˚ · * ˚ ✦

☆🤍🎧🫧 introduction to yasuharu

Yasuharu is a kid who grew up too fast, only now taking the time to heal his inner child. He is a headstrong, yet soft spoken person who is always able to take on almost anything thrown his way. After having to fight his way through life, having a family in the form of Zerobaseone is a welcome relief and one that he never takes advantage of.

༊*·˚ Profile

Stage Name Haru

Birth Name Matsuoka Yasuharu

Korean Name Lee Haru

Nicknames Yasu (all zb1) , Haru-chan (jiwoong, hanbin, hao) , MY (zerose)

Birth Date 14 July, 2003

Zodiac Sign Cancer

Chinese Zodiac Goat

Nationality Japanese

Ethnicity Japanese

Home Town Yokohama, Japan

Height 184cm (6'0")

Weight 63kg (139lbs)

Blood Type AB

MBTI ESTJ

Piercings Lobe (R + L) , Transverse lobe (L) , Orbital Conch (R) , Daith (L) , Helix (L + R) , Forward helix (L) , Rook (R) , Tragus (L)

Tattoos もしもし kanji for Moshi Moshi (behind left ear) , Cartoon black cat (inner bicep, right) , Bandaid (below right knee)

Face Claim Jo (&Team)

Vocal Claim Jo (&Team)

Dance Claim Shotaro (Riize)

Speaking Claim Jo (&Team)

Languages Japanese (native language, fluent) , Korean (proficient) , English and Cantonese (conversational)

Gender Cis Male (?)

Sexuality Unlabeled (undisclosed)

Relationship Status Single

Years Active 9 years (2015 - 2024)

Years Trained 1 year (2014 - 2015) , 2 years (2021 - 2023)

Companies Jupiter Entertainment (former, 2014 - 2021) , WakeOne Entertainment (2021 - current)

Groups Moshi Moshi! ★ Brothers! (former, 2015 - 2021) , Zerobaseone (2023 - current)

Position -

Representative Emoji 🍚

༊*·˚ Life

Yasuharu was born on a warm day in mid-July, 2003 in the bustling city of Yokohama. He was his parents first and only child. Growing up, he was under strict eyes, his parents both being high ranking doctors and expecting him to be the same. When he was 10 years old, he stumbled across and idol group performing on the street on his way home from school one day and was almost instantly hooked. His parents shut the idea down the moment he brought it up at dinner that night, making it very clear that they would not allow their only child to waste his life trying to chase a pipe-dream. This didn't deter him as he started secretly taking vocal lessons after school under the guise of taking extra science lessons. His aunt discovered his lie when she was instructed to pick him up one day, but instead of telling his parents, she showed support for his dreams. In 2014, he auditioned to Jupiter Entertainment at only 11 years old, successfully getting accepted into the company with his aunt's help. When his parents found out, they were extremely angry with him and his aunt. The night ended with a screaming match between them and his aunt, who was shielding the young boy from his parents' rage, before the two were casted out of the house with instructions to never return. Yasuharu was heartbroken over this and almost gave up his dreams entirely if it wasn't for his aunt.

A year later in 2015 at the age of 12 years old, Yasuharu would make his debut in the idol group Moshi Moshi! ★ Brothers!. The group consisted of 5 members including Yasuharu, with the age range being between 1995 and 2003. The group presented themselves as very close brothers and Yasuharu's tattoo is a testiment about the sentiment being shared off camera as well. The five members were extremely close and gained a decent amount of popularity in Japan. Unfortunately, on the 1 January, 2021, Jupiter Entertainment announced their immediate disbandment which came as a shock to not only fans, but the group themselves. They had taken to fan cafes and told fans that there was no discussion with the group about the announcement and they had only found out through fans. The five of them were devastated and it is still one of the only times fans have ever seen Yasuharu cry.

In late 2021, with a lot of convincing from the former members of Moshi Moshi! ★ Brothers!, Yasuharu auditioned to WakeOne Entertainment. He was surprised when he was accepted and hesitant to leave his former members behind, but they managed to convince him to continue to persue his dreams. His Korean was conversational at best and it was difficult to make friends at first. Then he was paired up with Kim Taerae for a monthly evaluation and finally made his first real friend in South Korea. The two were almost always together and created an unbreakable friendship.

His experience in Boys Planet was better than he expected. He was nervous that because of his extensive idol history people would think he was being greedy, but everyone was understanding and supportive of his history. His former members were also in attendance for the final episode and when Yasuharu was ranked 10th place, their screams were the loudest in the venue. Though Yasuharu didn't cry, it was clear he was overwhelmed with emotion. He was welcomed with open arms as the last member of Zerobaseone.

[blackjackkent]

Glad I took a final look around, bc there's a whole chest of letters (loabeled "Chest of Grateful Words") and some Baldur's Mouth Gazettes pinned up on a board.

Various fun newspaper headlines first:

"Fresh Stock: An Interview with the New Master of Ramazith's Tower"

"Thorm's Army Dispersed from Baldurian Borders"

"Report: Stone Lord Killed by Beloved Ranger"

"Harpers Out of Hiding: Secretive Sect Step Forward to Aid City"

"Almond Cakes of Avernus: Elturian Refugees - and Owners of City's Newest Cafe - Share Their Recipe"

"Site of Foundry Blast Still Sectioned Off, Says Fist"

"New Waveservant at Umberlee's Temple: No Leads on Desecration"

"Ravengard Returned to Full Strength"

"Gondians Disband: 'Gond's Time Has Come and Gone'" (A/N: Bongle will be pleased. 🙄)

"Duke Stelmane's Murderer Still at Large"

"Planar Pains: City Caught in Center of Githyanki War?"

"Volothamp Geddarm's Guide to Baldur's Gate: Bard Seeks Contributors to Newest Edition"

"Last Holdout Cultists Cleared from Temple of Bhaal"

"Iron Throne Wreckage Continues to Block Shipping Lanes, Complain Merchants"

"Settles Bound for Lands Upriver Amid Claims Curse is Lifted"

"Business Boom - Take Your Troubles to the House of Grief"

"Witnesses Encounter Vampire Spawn - And Live to Tell the Tale"

"Six Months Since the Assassination of Archduke Gortash"

"Small Sun: Tour New District Built by Elturian Refugees"

"New Bardic School, Tiefling Founder, Secures Upper City Funding" (A/N: AHHHHH Go Alfira Go! :D )

"Jannath House to Host Evening of Art and Culture, Celebrating Salvation of City"

"Monument Planned for Heroes of the High Hall"

I love all of this. :D

Also a quick side note because I need to shout out my favorite bit of the ambient dialogue in the camp - everyone has been making random comments the whole night, but every once in a while, Shadowheart comments: "Withers has a keen eye for a nice vintage. Why were we scrounging in barrels and crates for supplies when he could source these? Gods, I remember one evening we had to eat fourteen apples, some fish heads, and a stale loaf of bread just to get by."

lolololol <3

On to the letters!

"Official Guild Letter":

Aw. :)

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Wehhhhhhh. <3 I'm glad we got you free of the curse, Art. Poor guy.

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Hector still hates you, Valeria, and this isn't helping.

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Atta boy, Mr. Duke.

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I'm assuming Beard Man is Elminster. :D Excellent. I think Hector probably has Gale keep an ear to the ground on how she's doing; the whole group felt very protective of Arabella.

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Oh, shut up.

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[incredibly loud squinting from Hector] You are so FUCKING creepy, ma'am. And if you come anywhere near Astarion again, by the way, Hector will kill you (if Astarion doesn't do so first).

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Aw. I'm glad they were able to find some kind of stability, even though there was no real good outcome to that situation. :(

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Florriiiiiiiiiiick. <3 She's so cool. I wanna be Florrick when I grow up.

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This is kind of sweet actually. Growth for everyone.

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EEEEEEEE :D I love this so much. She deserved such a good ending and she got it. (Though people KEEP putting Hector's names on things; I think he's giving up on fighting against notoriety. XD )

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HI DAMMON! Hector definitely makes sure Karlach sends him a super nice letter bringing him up to date. He's a saint in their eyes, made it possible for them to be together at all.

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Hee. Elminster turned out to be interestingly nuanced in terms of Gale's storyline; he didn't really seem to approve of how Mystra was treating Gale, but also wanted to toe the party line of the goddess of magic. Hector's a smidge skeptical of him as a result. But good to hear he and Gale are still on good terms.

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<3 If Nocture eventually decides to leave the Sharrans, and Shadowheart goes to help her, Hector would absolutely be there to help as well.

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Eyyyy, Voss. I love this because he greets Hector with the title "She'lak", which means 'benevolent burden' (a term for a do-gooder hero), which I already headcanoned was what Lae'zel calls Hector. So she's got Voss doing it too, which absolutely makes Hector smile.

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Aw. Hope seems to be doing okay. <3 As okay as she can be under the circumstances at least.

@writer86 pointed out to me that the House of Hope would make perfect sense as a regular headquarters for Hector and Karlach and Wyll; I think they probably go there pretty regularly for time to rest and recuperate.

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Aw, Mayrina gets a happy ending! This is great! She didn't end up naming her son after Hector after all though lol. Which he's fine with tbh.

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Oh no. XD

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I love the implication that Nine-Fingers might have just randomly showed up too and been the only non-companion here besides Tara. XD That line about getting Jaheira to sing intrigues me. Fodder for a one-shot perhaps...

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Zevlor is such a great character, man. I think this is a good end for him, and hopefully he finds peace and happiness in it somehow, in the end.

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Awwwwwww. Atta boy Geraldus!

It's incredibly unclear to me how easily Hector and co. can or cannot get out of the Hells. But if he has the freedom to do so, he would absolutely be there. (Though honestly, lbr. It should be Jaheira.)

[boyfhee]

ooo wait what about rating likelihoods using the otp prompt generator and your moots with their bias

mimi ure a genius

@maiverie : 104266/10 why am i crying IM IMAGINING THEM GOING TO A PET CAFE AND ALL THE KITTENS/PUPPIES JSUT ASSEMBLE AROUND HEE AS THEY SIT DOWN??? like she goes to place their order and then it's heeseung who's busy playing with them it's so cute until it's time to leave and mai has to pick the kittens/pups one by one and put them aside to free him 😭😭😭😭 they keep running back to him HEAD IN MY HANDS IM DISSOCIATING 😭😭

@flwrshee : 10/10 ITS GIVING HIGHSCHOOL TALENT COMPETITION? like imagine ri being the new student and having no one to pair up with yet and then heeseung approaches her, asking if she wants to pair up with me (ri-cael band disbanding in my head) I SEE HIM LOOKING AT HER WITH HEART EYES AS SHE PLAYS WTV INSTRUMENT SHE'S GOOD AT. like the perfect romance here idk my otp fr THEIR PERFORMANCE IS ABSOLUTELY INSANE LIKE EVERYONE SAW THE WAY HE LOOKED AT HER WHEN SHE WAS THANKING PPL AROUND AFTER WINNING ohhh god me when😂

@whoschr : 56325/10 hear me out. both chae and hee having a crush on each other and they go out with their friends IT'S SNOWING OFC WE NEED TO SET THE ATMOSPHERE and then they sit on the bench when heeseung sees that she's shivering a bit??? chae i know u left ur scarf at home deliberately. ANYWAY SO SHE JOKINGLY SAYS THAT THEY SHOULD SHARE HIS SCARF BUT MY GUY, HE'S SERIOUS AND SCOOTS CLOSER TO HER AND PUTS HIS SCARF AROUND BOTH OF THEM im on the floor crying . like imagine both of them blushing and all JUST CONFESS ALR

@hoonvrs : 10/10 SAINTHOON CORE!!!!! thought they both were being discreet and subtle with all those glances and winks WE SAW. like u do not expect us to not notice the way sunghoon deliberately drops his pen during class as an excuse to mutter a soft and quiet 'i love you' to saint who's sitting in front of him GOD THE PEAK OF HS ROMANCE???? thought no one was there when they were kissing in class after school but me and ri we SAW U BOTH . the walk of confidence they do when they announce their relationship to the friend group on graduation and everyone is like . we Know 🥸 EVERYONE POINT AT LAUGH AT THE LOSER COUPLE i love them

@haerinz : 9/10 one point off bc idk how someone messes up a kiss so bad that they have bruises BUT THIS IS SO CUTE LIEK IT ALR TOOK JUNGWON EIGHT DAYS AND FIFTEEN SELF TED TALKS TO KISS FAE AND THEN WHEN THEY TRY TO DO THEY JUST BUMP FOREHEADS 😭😭😭 the crazy amount of blushing oh my god he cant face her after that . BUT FAE I KNOW WHAT U ARE I BET SHE CUPS HIS FACE AND KISSES HIM YEAHHH idk maybe they also get matching bandages for those bruises ☝️

@jaeyunverse : scale broke THIS GENERATOR IS CRAZY?? ok first of all i know the real sage won't hesitate let's be fr. second of all THIS IS SO CUTE like idek what to say here everything is said by the generator LIKE I BET SHE FIRST STARTED AT HIS FACE FOR A GOOD FIVE MINUTES. AND THEN LEANS IN TO KISS HIM BUT ALMOST BACKS OFF WHEN HEESEUNG OPENS IN HIS EYES BUT HE'S A MAN OF HIS WORDS HE DOES KISS HER i could've added a few more things here but let's keep the delusion low for now

@tyunni : 10/10 this is something they will do i know. like imagine riki peeking through the slight gap as he hides in the closet, smiling widely every time may seemingly steps towards the closet BUT SHE NEVER GOES NEAR IT 🤓☝️ MY BOY SPENT FIFTEEN MINUTES IN A FUCKING CLOSET FOR HER LMFAOOO HE JUST GIVES UP IN THE END AND COMES OUT SAYING "U HAVE TO COME NEAR THE CLOSET FOR ME TO SCARE U" LIKE ??????? riki where did the logic go. HE'S SULKING BC HIS PLAN FAILED AND I KNOW MAY WILL NOT LET THIS GO . riki hates her for this (no he doesn't)

@jennaissantes : 10/10 the cutest!!! like they're both sitting on the couch and watching tv before the tv is ignored and they start talking ab their day SHARING TEA ohh . gossip girls fr 🙏 U CANNOT MISS THE WAY THEY KEEP SHIFTING CLOSER TO EACH OTHER LIEK from sitting at corners for the armrest to moving to the middle to falling asleep while cuddling and snuggling on the couch THAT GUY IS HOLDING ON HER REAL TIGHT BC HE DOESNT WANT LILY TO FALL OF THE COUCH i want this

@ctrlemis : 10/10 idc if anyone uses ipod now THIS IS TOO CUTE TO NOT TALK ABOUT. like cmon im sure sunoo is down bad for art ANYONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD BE and he def plans on confessing with a playlist since they love listening and trying out new songs. THE SWEATER UMMM bet it's after it has rained and the temperature has gotten a few degrees lower when sunoo offers them his sweater before art leaves for home (they both do but they live in opposite directions yes this is right) he literally sprints all the way to art's place when he realises his ipod is with them, AND LIKE IMAGINE THE CONVO LIKE ART DEF GOES "i like you too" while handing over his sweater and ipod while sunoo just stops functioning for a good minute IM CRYING THEY'RE SO ADORABLE

@sunooze : 356447/10 adding mimi here for giving this amazing idea IM SRY IF JAY IS NOT UR BIAS BUT I JS WENT WITH HIM BC I SAW HEE, JAY, JAKE AND SUNOO ON UR BLOG PLSSS but this is so cute i would propose immediately if someone did this for me LIKE I DEF SEE U RUMMAGING THRU THE KITCHEN TO LOOK FOR SOMETHING TO EAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND JAY WALKS UP TO CHECK ON ALL THE SHUFFLING NOISES??? he looks so sleepy ok sleepy jay will be adorable i know but all the sleep lefts his body when he realises that what u want isnt at home . INSTANTLY RUNS TO THE STORE . LIKE U BLINK AND HE'S OUT OF THE HOUSE. comes back w so many packets of that food item that it's not gna run out for at least a week pls pay him back in cuddles ☹️

@heeliopheelia : 10/10 BUTTERFLIES? carly and hee they both r talking more like she is talking and he's listening so attentively (eye contact game is insane) while she's talking about her day or something, AND THEN HE SUDDENLY BRINGS HIS HAND UP TO HER FACE TO TUCK A FEW STRANDS OF HER HAIR BEHIND HER EAR how have you not passed out yet bae. AND THE WAY HE'S SO NORMAL ABOUT IT LIKE HIS REASON IS "it was blocking my view, pretty," I WILL THROW MY LAPTOP ACROSS THE ROOM

[satureja13]

And so it came that three riders arrived on a full moon night in snowy Windenburg.

Eccentric Author Rottenmeier and his two assistants.

And from the opposite direction, Professor Sesemann and his insanely beautiful wife Adelheid entered the small town.

They are so in love with each other.

Author Rottenmeier is here to visit the famous Library.

Unfortunately it has already closed. Author Rottenmeier: "Ah these glasses! When are they going to open again?" Assistant Peter: "Oh no! Only after winterfest!"

Assistant Clara is obsessed with the snowflakes. Originally she's from Sulani and hadn't seen much snow in her life yet. ^^'

And the Cat Cafe is closed too. The Professor loves hissing creatures, like his beautiful wife ;) But here in Windenburg they are no creatures. And they have to make sure no one suspects them as such.

But it's late anyway and it was a long trip so they went to their rooms.

It's an older two story apartment with only one bedroom. Anything else was already booked up.

Assistant Peter: "There is a double and a single bed..."

Assistant Clara: "You can have the single bed, Peter." Assistant Peter: "Thank you, Clara!" Author Rottenmeier: ö.ö'

The Professor and his wife found their room too.

Finally alone...

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