#even if not directly in the pic heh

[stardryad]

Here's the full art for the @whetherornozine! The hobbits are at Tom Bombadil and Goldberry's home with lots of (brazilian) food at their table ❤️

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[straykids-97]

Vermilion

“Why do we offer vermilion to God?”

Chan likes when you make him feel powerful. And one thing he likes to do is hunt… you. 

Warnings: cat/mouse dynamics/primal play, (Chan hunts y/n through a crowd of people), brat taming, dom/sub dynamics, fear play (Chan enjoys terrorizing y/n. A literal menace.) Sensory play, (Chan’s senses are heightened so the reader uses them to try and mess w him.) Blood play (duh. Chan’s a vampire.)

Word Count: 3.7k 

Pics below are how I imagine Chan looks at the reader when he's annoyed and well. The second is just hot heh.

You and Chan had been planning this excursion for weeks now. There was a festival happening near where you lived and you were dying to go. Chan, of course, being the protective boyfriend he was, didn’t like the idea of you going alone. There, however, was one small problem. 

Chan wasn’t human. He hadn’t been for at least 100 years. So, being a vampire, existing around a crowd of humans was difficult. Even though he was by your standards, ‘old’, he was still a young vampire to his Coven. But, you made it more manageable; you grounded him. 

“Did you remember your suppressing necklace?” You questioned, peeking up at him as he pivoted awkwardly. While Chan was graceful in his age, he sometimes appeared awkward around you. Especially when he was experiencing something new with you. It made him apprehensive, defensive even. This was something he hadn’t done since he was a human. And it made him uneasy.

He adjusted his dark shirt, his hands anchoring on his belt as he tightened it, “Yep. Going to get it now.” You fluttered your eyes a few times. Your mind went numb by observing your boyfriend do something as simple as adjusting his belt made your brain short circuit. “I’ll see you when you get home then?” You breathe out. “See ya.” He gave your forehead a quick peck before dipping out of the kitchen where you were standing. You cleared your throat, “Damn.” you bite your lip and watch him close the door behind him. 

After collecting yourself, you remember that you need to get prepared for the carnival while Chan was out. He’d be taking you directly after he gets home. So, you had approximately an hour to get ready. You intended on wearing a no-frills green summer dress with a deep V. You smooth the dress out and rush to the washroom to curl your hair in delicate waves. Just as you finish applying mascara, you hear the front door open. “Y/n?” Chan’s voice calls into your home, “In the bathroom!” You answer, as you unplug the now cooled-off hair machine and begin to wrap the cord around it. 

You bent over placing the curler beneath the sink when you hear Chan take a resonant breath, “Are you wearing a dress?” You turn to glance at him, brushing the hair from your eyes, you nod. “Yeah. Why, is it too much?” You question, looking down at your outfit. You peek back up at him with big eyes, hoping that he’d cave and let you wear the dress. Chan shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath before taking one long step toward you. “No. Please change. I’ll meet you in the car.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and left you to stand there bewildered. 

Did he really just say that you couldn’t wear this dress? He literally bought it for you? 

You grit your teeth as you put your cosmetics away, “No? I’ll show you.” You grumble, tossing the last thing into your bag of makeup before tucking it away on your side of the sink. You toddle angrily to your bedroom and grab your jean jacket, “I’ll show him.” You fluff your locks onto your shoulders, jerking your jacket into place, and you stare at yourself in the mirror in your shared bedroom. With a definitive huff, you seize your phone and bag and marched to the door. 

Chan was too engrossed with his phone to detect that you hadn’t changed, “Ready?” He questioned, putting the car into drive. You simply nod and stare out the window, your heart racing. You hoped that suppressor was powerful enough that he couldn’t hear your racing heart. Normally, if Chan said to do something, you obeyed with no objection. Maybe it was because of what he was, maybe this suppressor was stronger than either of you realized…

After 30 minutes of driving, you reached the bustling city center where the festival was being held. Chan effortlessly found parking and got out to pay for the meter, you slowly get out of the car, adjusting your jacket and putting your purse across your body. You began to fidget; Chan was about to see that you hadn’t changed. You hoped that he wouldn’t take you both home. He totally would and you knew that. So you prayed he would have a change of heart for tonight and deal with you later when you got home. 

You wait patiently by the end of the car as Chan approaches you and you hold your breath as he takes your hand. “C’mon.” He nods his head toward the festival that was in full swing ahead of you. He offers your a soft smile as he steers you forward, and you feel a little better; maybe Chan doesn’t care as much because of his suppressor? You considered as he lingers near one of the stalls that had several different kinds of food. “Which one?” Chan asks, taping the glass that divided the food and you. 

You take a deep breath and tilt forward, gazing at the different kinds of corn dog choices. You bite your lip, deep in thought. You decide on the mozzarella cheese one, “I’d like to get the mozz-” you stop talking when you notice that the man behind the booth was shamelessly staring down your dress at your exposed chest, only glancing away awkwardly when he was caught, “-arella cheese one.” You stammer, glancing at Chan. He undoubtedly witnessed the man staring, and that you hadn’t changed. Chan’s gaze bounced between your breasts and the man’s face, who looked utterly petrified; a normal reaction when Chan was enraged near humans. “Coming right up!” The man squeaked, turning away and hastily getting your order ready. You gaze up at Chan, who narrowed his eyes at you for a beat before shifting to pay for the food. Shit. You thought as he calmly takes the food without thanking the tender, quietly handing your food to you. 

Chan takes your hand in his and guides you further into the festival, enjoying his food as he peeked around the throng of people. “Chan…” You trail off. He didn’t reply but you knew even if he didn’t have his superhuman hearing, a normal human could hear with how close the two of you were as you moved through the crowd. “Chan-” 

“We will talk about this later.” His tone was low and absolute. He didn’t want to talk about this here or right now. You drop it instantly, not wanting him to snap and get him into trouble with his Coven. You sigh and look over to a booth, “Oh!” You point frantically in the direction of a stall that had several kinds of stuffed animals. Chan chuckles, “Alright. Alright.” He sighs, permitting you to tug him toward the booth. After a few tries, Chan manages to win a medium-sized stuffed animal. You were happy, but Chan was aggravated. “If I didn’t have this ridiculous suppressor on, I could have won more than one of those dumb things.” He griped. “Well, I like the penguin you got me, thank you.” You squeeze the stuffed animal and pause to look around to see what to do next. Your eyes bounce over the different stalls that lined the street, “Oh, look at that one!” you go to grab your boyfriend only to grab nothing. You do a 360, discovering that Chan had kept wandering, leaving you alone to be shifted around in the crowd. 

Your heart rammed in your chest, panicking, you call out, “Chan?!” you curse to yourself. Chan wouldn’t be able to hear you with that suppressor on or smell you. Not that he could, there were probably too many scents that it would be hard to find you. Just as you sensed your chest constrict, you feel your phone vibrate in your purse. You frantically search for it, immediately answering, “Hello?” 

“Where are you?” Chan’s voice was calm, but he too sounded frantic. “I don’t know. The crowd moved me around, I have no idea where I am.” You confess, glancing around. “Do you see anything? What booths are near you?” He asked. You glance around, “Um… A few that are selling like necklaces and stuff?” Chan scoffs, “That’s nearly a dozen places. What else?” 

“I’m just trying to help.” You say, feeling irritated, “There’s a food vendor selling cakes.” You offer. Silence before you hear him sigh, “Do you see any carnival games?” He asked. “No. I don’t. Chan- I don’t know where I am.” There was a long pause. “Y/n, I’m taking the suppressor off to find you. Don’t move. Stay on the phone with me. Please.” He requests. You take a deep breath, feeling irked again. “You’re being awful insisting today.” You grumble. “Oh? How so?” He asked, the sound of carnival games playing in the background of the call. “First I couldn’t go with you to get your suppressor from the Coven,” you begin to list of things that he demanded of you, “and then you told me to change. You bought this as a gift. Why can’t I wear it?” You nearly shout. Your frustrations were aired out, and though Chan would most likely be upset, you felt better knowing that you had said them out loud. 

“That’s what this is about? Isn’t it?” He asks. “What?” You scowl. “That’s why you ran off? Because you’re upset that I asked you to change?” You groan, “No. I actually got lost, Chan. I’m not doing this for attention.”

“A likely story.” He scoffs. You grit your teeth and begin to wander away from the spot, not wanting Chan to find you just yet. Normally it wouldn’t bother you so bad, but after a long day of being ordered around, you could just scream. 

“I’m serious. I stopped to look around at the stalls and then you were gone.” You walk up to a stand where they were selling bracelets and various other items of jewelry and begin to speak to the vendor. “Y/n.” Chan sounded out, clearly annoyed. “I’ll take this one.” You point to a black bracelet, “Thank you.” You smile at the woman and continue walking away. “What?” You hiss. “You didn’t say that I couldn’t look around at the vendors.” You roll your eyes and begin to make your way through the crowd, looking around the various different stalls. You find one with a few sweets, “Oo!” You cry excitedly, “What? What happened?” Chan demanded. You stay silent as you near the stand, “Y/n, I swear to God-” 

“You shouldn’t swear to things you don’t believe in, Chan.” You chastise, rolling your eyes. “What flavors do you have.” 

“Jesus Christ- Y/n. You’re going to throw me into hunting mode if you keep acting like that.” He warned. “Maybe you’d find me faster.” You grumble, thanking the man as you shuffle along. You hear Chan hiss, “I’ve had about enough of you-” 

“Then hang up.” There was a long silence before Chan speaks. His tone his cold, making you freeze on the spot. “If you move anymore, you’ll have some significant consequences… Brat.” Chan had to have taken off the suppressor. He was hunting now. He was hunting you. He was no longer in the mood for dealing with the brat side of you. Part of you wanted to obey him so that you wouldn’t be in trouble, but the other part didn’t care. “Or what? Chan?” You dare ask. What was wrong with you? Did you have a death wish? Chan let out a dark chuckle, “Keep playing your games, little one. You never win. And there’s a lot of people… And I don’t care who sees. Just remember that while you’re running away.” You gasp softly, your skin heating up. He lets out a chuckle, “Run. Run. Run, little one. I’ll find you. And when I do…” He trails off, taking a deep breath, “You better hope you’ve managed to get away from people.” 

You instantly begin to run away from the booths, knowing full well that Chan will keep his promise and deal with the consequences later. He was old, his acquaintances were older and he had friends in high places. There wasn’t anything that Chan couldn’t do and get out of. So whatever he wanted to do to you at that moment was the least of his worries. 

You managed to get away from the busier part of the festival and began to catch your breath. After a few moments, you put your phone back up to your ear. To hear where he was or if he had hung up. You were on the outskirts of the festival now, you could make a straight shot into the walking trail conveniently a few feet away. That way you could at least run into the woods and lead Chan away from the people, preventing some nights from being ruined. “Where have you gone now?” He hummed, “You’re wearing my patience thin, y/n.” He tsked. “You started it.” You countered. Chan lets out a humorless laugh, “And how so?” 

“By being so bossy. You’re always so bossy for no reason. And now you’re blaming me.” You rolled your eyes, you shift to see a woman handing out free lollipops. You try to refuse, but she won’t let you. You thank her and look down at it as Chan replies, “Blaming you? Of course I am. If you would have just listened, our night would be going smoothly.” 

“If you weren’t so territorial of me, then we wouldn’t be in the spot we’re in now.” You roll your eyes, testing the lollipop. It was sweeter than normal, but you enjoyed the flavor. You decide to stand here for a moment to catch your breath. “You’re the one who put me into hunting mode, y/n. You know it’s dangerous around other humans.” He breathes into the phone receiver. From your perch near the sweet stand, you can see Chan perfectly; annoyed, hot, and bothered. You could tell by how tightly he was grasping the sleek, black phone in his hand.

“Me?” You scoff, “hardly. You started this this morning, Channie.” You tease. A soft breeze blew over your shoulder, causing your hair to fall into your eyes. His head snapped to you, “I most certainly did not, brat.” He seethes. You giggle, popping your lips around the lollipop in your mouth, “Oh? I was hoping you’d come finish it.”

“I plan on it.” Your face drains as he begins to stalk toward you. You drop your phone and sprint toward the woods. You could hear Chan growl behind you but that doesn’t stop you as you sprint off the trail. Your heart was ramming in your chest as you left the people behind in favor of the quieter woodland area that now surrounded you. You risk a peak behind you to see that Chan was not chasing you. You slow, glancing around to see if you could hear him prowling near you. But you could hear nothing as you stalled to a stop. You were lost in the woods; in your panic, you didn’t think about the possibility of ending up being lost. 

You take a deep breath and begin to slowly traverse the forest, wrapping your arms around yourself and glancing around. “Hello?” You call into the night. It was quiet, eerily so. It made you even more on edge knowing that the reason it was so quiet was that Chan was nearby. Woodland creatures ran away when supernatural beings were close, that was the only indicator that you knew he was following you still. Enjoying watching you squirm as you glanced around, panicked. “Alright. You can come out now. Before someone else finds me.” You raise your arms up. And then a plan forms in your mind. 

You stop speaking, taking off your jacket, “Would really hate if some other vampire or vampires were to come to find me… All alone and defenseless!” You toss your purse onto the ground, reaching underneath your dress to your panties, tugging them down your thighs. “Or for someone to find these.” You swish your panties on your finger. 

He wasn’t taking the bait. 

You sigh, slingshotting them off into the shady forest, “A real shame. Little, naive me.” You step away from the pile of your belongings and keep walking through the forest, “All alone, with no one to protect me from the large, powerful, unholy beasts out there!” You shake your hands for emphasis as you step over a fallen tree, making sure to drag your skin across the bark. You hiss at the sensation of your ass being rubbed raw but keep going forward, “Be a real shame if someone,” you run your hands through your hair, shaking it and wiggling the loose strands that fell out of your head onto the ground. You knew that your hair and blood held the largest amount of your natural scent and it drove Chan insane when he was frenzied. If he was really nearby, he wouldn’t be able to help himself much longer. “Big and strong attacked me right now. Especially if my boyfriend lets it happen. Might just have to break up with him for allowing such an atrocity-” You pause hearing something snap behind you. You gasp and whirl around, expecting to see Chan behind you. 

But there was nothing there. Your heart began to race, maybe Chan wasn’t actually there. Maybe it was someone else… You turn around to keep walking forward to see on a nearby branch your panties draped leisurely across the wood. Your heart thumps wildly, was someone else hunting you? Chan wouldn’t do that, wouldn’t leave your panties out like that. It made him angry knowing your scent was anywhere other than on you or him. Normally he’d grab them and tie your hands up with them later-

You whirl around, “Chan, this isn’t funny anymore.” Your voice falters slightly as you turn back around to see that your panties were gone again. You wheeze, fear gripping you. Whoever it was was closer than you wanted them to be. You took a step backward, bumping into something. Someone. You held your breath as whoever it was gently brushed your hair over your shoulder, “How cute.” a deep voice mutters. “Are you scared?” Your lip trembled but you couldn’t reply. Chan never let it get this far. He wouldn’t allow this to happen. 

You whirl around to see that no one was there, making you immediately twist around to see Chan standing a few feet away, his vermillion eyes watching you intensely. “Well?” His voice was that of the one you had just heard, making you feel leaps better, but the adrenaline still pumped in your veins. You feebly nod your head, and within a blink of an eye, Chan was standing right in front of you. You gasp, “Chan-” You begin to say but you were pressed against a tree, “Shut. Up. I’ve heard enough of your mouth tonight.” With that, he stuffed your panties in your mouth, growling in your ear as he unbuckled his belt. “If I hear you even make so much as a peep, you will not cum for a week. Do you understand me?” You nod your head. “Excellent. Pleased to know we understand each other.” He snarls, thrusting into you harshly. 

His red eyes flared with desire, “Look at me.” His fingertips dug into your ass cheeks, holding you in place as he fucked you against the tree. “You cum before I say, you’ll be in more trouble than you already are. Do you understand?” You nod your head frantically, tears welling in your eyes as you try not to moan. Chan’s rough, fast pace made your head spin but you tried your hardest not to make a noise. You squeeze your eyes shut, tears falling down your cheeks. You feel Chan’s tongue lick up the tears, a hot groan leaving his lips, “So sweet.” He moans into your neck, thrusting harder before yanking out your gag. “Fucking moan for me, princess.” He grunts. It only takes a few strokes before he has you screaming with pleasure. “Ch-cha-chan!” You cry, feeling your orgasm fast approaching, you knew you weren’t going to be able to fend it off. It was like he was setting you up for failure. 

Almost. 

“My baby wants to cum?” He coos, a wicked grin spreading across his features. You could see his sharp incisors on full display as he bares his teeth at you, “Hmm? You wanna cum for me? Like the sweet, little-fucking-brat you are?” You nod, “Yes. Yes.” You chant, holding onto his biceps, “Please. Please, Chan. Please.” He closes his eyes and reopens them, a new heat replaced in them. It was almost like the red in his eyes was burning brighter now. “Listen from now on?” He asked. You nod. “Obey me?” You nod at his request. 

He leans in, “Cum.” You gasp, as if you were his own personal puppet, your high came crashing down on you like ton of bricks, causing you to shriek. Chan groans, holding your hips and picking up his already inhuman pace, making various animalistic grunts and growls. “Fucking. Fuck. Fucking brat.” He groans one last time before stilling. You both pant for a moment before he gently places you on your feet. 

Your legs fail you like a newborn baby deer and you nearly fall to the ground. But, Chan catches you, chuckling, “Too much?” You look up at him sleepily. “Awe…” he coos as he bites his wrist. He helps you up, holding his arm out to you, “So you can walk out of here without an issue.” He watches as you lick his wound. It closes within seconds and you were able to feel the healing effects quickly. You could see a dribble of his own blood on the corner of his mouth, and he smirks. “I won’t afford you the same luxury when we get home.” He says as he hands you your belongings and your phone. “Here. You dropped these.” He helps you stand up, seeing his blood on your lips made his now dark eyes flash red, “We best find the car? Unless we desire to offend the family walking home? Hmm?”

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[yuukei-yikes]

What are your thoughts on whatever tf is going on between Kano and Shintaro post-str?

HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEH OK LISTEN TO ME

kano is so in love with shintaro its embarrassing like ive reread the novels recently and girl.... hes down so bad its so embarrassing fgkjfdghjkfdghjhgnkjdhgkjdkj like post str shintaro has all this tomfoolery going on with ayano right. and kano...oh my god like.

kano finally got everything he wanted. everything he worked so hard for and acted kind of an ass for is here and now he's just like...left with all this self hatred and guilt bc hes like damn i shut out my siblings and dealed with all this myself and was a dick to this guy who wasnt even knowingly related to all this shit and i. got away with it? like i got everything i wanted? my sister is back? so he's just VERY depressed and feels so undeserving and guilty

everyone else is like in a relationship or whatever (im not a fan of when every single character has a love interest but damn kagepro does romance so fucking well has anyone ever noticed. anyways) and eventually before he realises it kano is living on his own and he's just generally so lost and without purpose and augh *dies* WAIT THIS WAS ABT KANOSHIN

sry i cant talk abt a ship if i dont talk a lil bit abt the characters themselves. like ok kano has All That going on and ON TOP OF IT.... HE LIKES HIS SISTER'S BOYFRIEND. THE SISTER HE'S BEEN TRYING SO HARD TO NOT LET GO OF ALL THIS TIME. THE SISTER HE'S SO INSANELY HAPPY TO HAVE BACK. so of course that makes him spiral down into guilt even more. shintaro and kano are sort of madeup too bc ok i know in the Good End we dont rly see moments like in the novels like kano coming clean abt clearing eyes or disguising himself as ayano but i like to think these moments happen at some point anyway. so going by this kano and shintaro ARE on good terms, shintaro has forgiven kano, he's all cute smiling to him and kanos like AUUUGHHH. and sort of. reverts back to being a little bit of a dick to him.

not super directly but sort of how he was at the beginning, acting how he acts with everyone but there's like a Vibe. shintaro notices and hes like damn i thought we were ok but ig its because im dating ayano and he's overprotective. and that's rly part of the reason too!! shintaros relationship with ayano is sososo messy so kano is so ANGRY because this asshole is out there making his sister cry!!! idiot bitch!!! BUT ALSO HE STILL LIKES HIM

i think when shintaro and ayano have Their Break kano and shintaro have a fucked up little thing that neither would qualify as a relationship bc both are busy hating themselves but like. they definitely kiss you know what i mean. that pic that's like we both have problems that making out won't solve but it can't make it any worse (except it does because this is so fucking messy KANO IS SHINTARO'S (EX AT THE TIME I DONT THINK HE'D CHEAT)GIRLFRIEND'S BROTHER. THAT SUCKS SO BAD FOR HER) also shintaros internal homophobia etc etc etc. lol a fucked up moment of shintaro practicing apologizing to ayano with kano disguising himself as her bc hey i need to practice while looking at her face. and its so messed up for them both. theyre the worst

when shintaro and ayano are back together he would tell her while kano would take it to his grave and augh it brings drama between ayano and kano which is exactly the last thing kano would ever want and hes so mad at shintaro. ayano isnt rly mad she's just surprised and worried for kano, because she doesnt rly see it as omg so fucked up my brother likes my bf she rather sees it like my brother is in pain and currently suffering from unrequited(?) love i need to help him!! and starts kind of helicoptering over kano and eventually kano has a breakdown etcetcetc i dont have an ending for this but these are basically my thoughts lol

ofc there's also shintaro just dates both and/or doesn't get back together with ayano... those are also good options that i like too heh

[wolfblabbersaboutfujoandshipshit]

// nsfw

Towa sending Taku nudes while he's at work just to rile him up and without fail Taku always ends up having to have a quick jerk to them in the restroom in fact just to be funnier imagine Towa learns that Taku has him set to a different ring tone so he knows it's him so he secretly Pavlov's him into getting horny at work at like a certain time by specifically timing to send some pics at a specific hour and get him expecting and wanting. Ooh ooh could even throw in Towa not sending them at times cause he wants Taku to text him and kinda beg a bit for some pics so he can bust and he isn't gonna send unless he asks (and pleads a bit) directly for them, no beating (heh) around the bush.

If you can't tell I love repressed horny simp Taku and a Towa who's having the time of his life messing with him

[nexuschampion]

New Year's Eve

The night was crisp and cold. Mikey and Shadow were taking a long evening walk as they often did, mostly to get out of the house but tonight it was also to celebrate the end of the year alone before heading home to enjoy it with the whole family. Their lives were insanely busy in a sense, but their day to day was still fairly mundane and they both often needed the distraction. They paused in the middle of the park to have a moment of quiet, away from the gathering crowds.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else than right here with you." Shadow sighed.

"Yeah. It can be loud and crowded and stinky, but I love it just the same. "

She leaned against him, laying her head on his shoulder. "With everything you have experienced it's hard to believe this is even on your radar."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I guess. But there isn't anything like being home no matter where you've been. Home is where the heart is after all and everything I love is here."

His hand snaked around her waist as they both let out a deep breath.

Mukey let out a chuckle. "Hey, there's a guy over there watching. Filming or taking pics or something. You want to give him a bit of a show? Show the world how spe-shell you are? How we make an egg-cellent pair? That you’ve stolen a pizza my heart?"

"Hmmm. I don't think I'd mind if you can handle it. My doctor says I'm lacking vitamin U after all" she hummed as she turned to face him, her hand finding its way to his chest.

Mikey trailed his finger up along her back to place his whole hand on her cheek with a grin. "I love you so much."

She gave him a coy grin as her fingers reached around the back of his neck to pull him down for a kiss. "Well, I have to keep up with you don't I?"

"Oh you don't have a problem doing that baby, life without you is like a broken pencil… totally pointless."

His hand left her cheek and made the journey to the middle of her back. They spent a few long minutes making out, giving their audience of one as innocent of a show as they could manage. When Shadow pulled back and chuckled, he looked directly over at the person attempting to subtly capture the moment and gave a small wave.

"You're awful" she laughed as she smacked his jacket.

"You are so lucky I restrain myself."

"You know, you're right. I should be thanking you. Instead of pictures of us kissing it could be you doing any number of other questionable things, like holding my hand or giving me some token of affection or even *gasp* picking me up and carrying me home."

"I have to admit, all this has made it a bit harder *heh* to know when I can go down on you in public. Wanna head home or should we see just how much he can handle?"

She took his hand and started heading back to their apartment. "It's cold hon. I think he might get burned if we got too steamy out here."

@accioturtur

[dine-on-nervine]

1: OLC, you have blocked me (thus choose not to "listen, listen", heh, and there's something giggle-inspiring about the phrase "I am offended by your saying that people are easily offended") but I'll speak to this anyway: You have just proven what I said about the easily offended. I don't condone sexual harassment. I think #MeToo is great, people need to stop hiding that they were abused; but what I am driving at is that a side effect of telling actual grievances is that minor inconveniences have started to become included -- the "easily offended" that complain if someone has an opinion or didn't give them their way unquestioningly. Every positive thing has an opposite though not always equal negative result in its wake. And what I said also is based upon how this place (and the Internet, and online iterations, and the world) used to be a bit more lawless and free, and I for one miss the fun. To the point of the post, this includes online dating and hookups. You're welcome to say "people would demand naughty photos unsolicited!" because it happened, I say that along with that "people would speak without fear" on the topics of sex as well as politics. I'm somewhat of a fan of video maker Emily King, who constantly points out that the reason why men can't talk to women anymore (and this includes even "hello, how are you?") is because culture has shifted to where if he does he's seen as a creep. [I would love to hear your thoughts on the women who go to the gym, set up their video cameras to film and later post their own workouts, then flip shit to any man who even gazes in their direction at the gym... despite the fact that thousands or millions are going to see the same thing directly and consentually from her online.]

2: CFT gets it. It's ironic how Tumblr has verged further into being an open forum for those of different sexualities and mental healths, yet at the same time has become less tolerant of them. How it used to be that average people would let their freak flags fly and post pretty pictures, then the site pulled back on that shutting those volunteers down, so now the people who show you their bits are pros on OnlyFans, or porn hounds who gathered pics and vid from elsewhere, rather than average people who want to make you smile or make a buck off the books. I'm sure Tumblr had reasons to screw up this and other aspects that made the hellsite so good, but the part about attitudes about humans? That's mostly from the users, Staff itself seldom gets nasty toward the different. (Hell, try to report a pro-ana blog sometime. Even the stuff that is against the rules sticks around.) Seems when it comes to identities, sexualities, and such there's a whole lot of "we can talk about who we are but wish you wouldn't." It's great that there are trans people, it's great that there are trans supporters, it's great that people can talk about anything trans here without fear, but it's not great that expressing "yeah, no, that's not my jam" will garner such an outrage... for example.

So much for the "pointing and laughing" since no one did either.

[weirdrandomtina]

Cute little details that stood out to me:

1. During the gift exchange, Poppy does two little brief laughs, each more like a single cute ‘heh’... I bet that’s “every time you laugh you make that little sound” Branch referred to in TWT Perfect For Me :)

2. Branch acting unaware that she got his name to avoid spoiling her moment

3. He ducks his head and smiles shyly when she calls him cute :)

4. She runs her hand lovingly over the scrapbook cover’s text :)

5. The Hug - the extra squeeze and her quick dazed look

6. The invitations out in the open!!  So glad they made a reappearance, that has always been one of my favourite things from the first movie.  I find it interesting how in Trolls 1 there are two shelves then in HiH the bottom shelf is empty: no way he got rid of them, so maybe he’s moving them somewhere better, all around bunker?  I would really love to know if he showed her them on purpose or if she stumbled across them, either one would be so sweet!  She made him all those cards and now he made her a scrapbook in return!

7. His hand over hers while emptying the basket for the Funk trolls.

8. The swing’s opposite hair colours, continuing with theme of them being connected / compatible from TWT (after their fight during Perfect For Me she’s in the shadows and he’s in the light, in the credits her goggles are blue and his are pink, in contrast to when he was trying to confess to her in the beginning and he’s in the shadows / she’s in the light)

9. More ear movements like in Trolls 1, particularly Branch’s, but Poppy’s do a bit when he hands her the scrapbook.  Subtle motions, but really emphasizes the emotion in the scene.

*10. Rewatched the movie (again) and decided to add this in: I just think it’s cute how she’s watching / smiling at him as he exits the balloon.  He seems happy too the way he hopped off and was smiling as he started to walk away - even though it wasn’t much of a ‘date’, they still both enjoyed the little hangout!

11. Branch being so concerned about disappointing Poppy if his gift is too meagre.  And while we all know (he probably does too) that Poppy would never stuff him into a blender or anything remotely close for any reason, the fact that he doesn’t want to risk his relationship in the slightest way and wants the gift to be perfect is adorable, great first steps of a new couple.  He may be much happier and sillier, but he’s still cautious nervous Branch, and I love that he’s changed so much, yet he’s still him.

~Also, the ring implication: proposing to her has obviously crossed his mind, but he knows it would be too much way too soon, they’ve taken things slowly even when they were friends; he of all trolls would never take such a sudden and huge step, neither is ready for that at this point.

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2nd Pic: Parallels from previous movies: Trolls Holiday vs HiH “Go Big or Go Home” perspective... TWT vs HiH “blow up in your face” idea... TWT vs HiH leaning on balloon stance.

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(I may add more if I think of more...). EDIT: I thought of more!

3rd Pic: @dreamsinger-rose here are the best screenshots I could get of the moment between the kiss and the balloon - he seems to lean a bit toward her, but now that I take another look I guess she tilts her head away shyly, and you can’t really see his smile very well either - but it’s still a cute moment!

4th Pic: His glimpse down at her lips!  dreamsinger-rose mentioned this and more down in the comments - I had noticed the glimpse myself but didn’t bother adding it as I’d seen it pointed out in other places, but then I thought why not, it’s a cute little observation!

5th Pic: Closeness in the balloon ride, also mentioned by dreamsinger-rose!  BONUS: his little smirk when she shushes him, and the way her finger lingers even as she walks away!

6th Pic: Not exactly a little detail, probably everyone noticed but still: Barb referring to Branch as Poppy’s boyfriend (not teasingly this time), and Branch directly saying ‘relationship’ instead of friendship.

7th Pic: Poppy was so excited to get her bf’s name... but there was also a moment of doubt / pondering / puzzlement, realizing she couldn’t instantly think of the perfect gift and/or wondering what she could get “the coolest troll in the world” (still love that she called him that!), but she shrugs it off and goes back to her usual optimism.  (I talk more about this in a previous post of “nervous Poppy”)

8th Pic: Poppy being considerate: she’s finally willing to focus 100% of her attention on him, no interruptions or distractions, to actually spend some quality time with him instead of have him just tag along while she works.  And some smaller points: suggesting they say the names at the same time, asking if he wants to go first instead of telling him to, and listening to / approving of his idea.

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Okay, I think I’m done now XD

[leclerqued]

Thank you so much @heureux4430 for the tag! It's always cute to do these games <3

1. Why did you choose your url?

I've changed it fairly recently and I picked this name because it's a phrase Max Verstappen & his friends say a lot while gaming, and since I'm a bit of a nerd and I'm considerably in the bin most of the time, it stuck with me. It took a lot of time for me to decide to change my name bc I don't want to change too frequently but I've had the previous one for...years

2. Any side blogs?

None at all! I've always used 1 blog for everything so you'll find a lot of stuff in here non-relating to F1.

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

10 years in October :)

4. Do you have a queue tag?

I had once, I don't even remember how I used to tag it but no, I don't usually queue posts.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Well, that's a good question. I guess I just liked the fact that you could do literally anything on Tumblr, your blog can look however you like, there were GIFs of stuff I like so yeah... mostly that I liked having a space to call mine. My blog says a lot about me, in the end.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

I like Pierre and I like to imagine him in a Ferrari <3 the red looks good on him! I'm thinking about changing it tho.

7. Why did you choose your header?

I like that specific Maxierre hug <3 i'm probably changing that too soon. Probs stuffing a cool Charles Leclerc's pic in there.

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

According to "Tumblr Wrapped" I have 495 notes in a post in which Charles basically whines in Italian because he's the only driver who's driven the 1951 Ferrari car to get second place instead of first. (x)

9. How many mutuals do you have?

I have no clue, but I hope it's a lot because I love the people I follow and I want them to like me back 🥺

10. How many followers do you have?

535 but I've had this blog for 10 years so Idk how many blogs are still active xD also the count is probably going to go down after Sunday's race, no matter the outcome

11. How many people do you follow?

About 3.7k blogs. Again, I've not made a proper cleanup in 10 years xD

12. Have you ever made a shit post?

WDYM my posts are always shitty! JK no I don't usually do that :/

13. How often do you use tumblr?

Veeeery often. But I've taken breaks during the years. It's always good to come back when I have a new hyperfixation and I want a lot of content <3

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once?

Yes, I pointed out to a blog that they were being (shamelessly) hateful towards a driver while preaching "no hate" towards their fave. I've been mocked publicly because of it but heh. Shit happens. I don't care much about. Also I've argued with someone else, not directly on Tumblr tho. They were being racist and then proceeded to obliterate me from existence so it's okay, I don't have to deal with them any more! Yay! <3

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

I think it depends on the post. If I deem it important (e.g. human rights) I usually reblog them.

16. Do you like tag games?

A lot <3 so please tag mooore <3

17. Do you like ask games?

I do but nobody asks me shit çç

18. Which of your moots do you think is tumblr famous?

I think lots of them are! And I'm proud they still follow me after seeing the shit I post <3

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Well. Yes

I'm tagging: @brattydrivers @wepickedthisgame @mickdidthat @footyleclerc @tricciardo @cowboyricciardo @nandolorris4 @socialite-xo @pursuingsunshine @mish-tique @thetwelfthcrow @thatsapodium @formulino27 @stan-a-hoe @cloudiness @the-bees-are-our-future @sebaston-vettel and honestly whoever sees this and wants to play because I can't tag you all gdkfgjdfgd<3

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Gotcha and Meta

So here's the thing.

There's Gotcha, the fic.

And there's … stuff? Accessories? DVD Extras?

And there's the rambles I do about plot and character and such

Right now, the second category just isn't anywhere and I'd like it to be – I think some of it could go directly in the fic, for media, but I'd like to have a place just for it.

The third category is everywhere. Tumblr and comment replies and chats and docs and just. Everywhere. In a way that makes things hit or miss to find and is probably annoying to those that do not want it.

Tumblr is a horrible place for archive or searching things, or freaking commenting/interacting. AO3 is basically designed for this sort of thing, so I should really take advantage of that instead of feeling weird about it? There's... something something self important? Feeling? about it, like ok cool talk about yourself more sure. But on the other hand, I freaking LOVE it when I come across a fic that has scads of meta, so some other people probably do?

So I'd love to hear, here or AO3 or email or discord or email or wherever, any thoughts you have! Is it something you would even be interested in? Does one aspect sound more interesting? Should they be separate things or put together? Are there things/topics you really want to see?

(Is anyone good with those like... fake instagram/text/media templates? I have so many ideas and I am so hopeless with them lol.)

Possible content for the Extras?? work:

Text messaging as images

Other assorted media (instagram esp? Yes Peter uses one a lot at some point heh)

Stuff on their phones (possibly including a selection of the dirty pics Quentin's taken...)

Picsets?

Playlists? (or does that feel more like it would belong in the metaish one?)

Alternate POV Scenes

Deleted Scenes

AU Versions of Scenes

...scenes from the universe where 833 Quentin Beck is real?? Look I don't even know what my brain does sometimes.

Possible content for Commentary??? work:

Collected things from comments and tumblr and ask games

Talking about tags

Writing process stuff

Characterization stuff

Thematic stuff

Assorted backstory or details that will never be really featured in Gotcha

Sex meta stuff?

Commentary/directors cut on assorted bits?

Inspiration bits and bobs?

Just a place where questions could be asked easier in comments?

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𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃-𝙰-𝙱𝙾𝚈𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳 | Hinata

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃-𝙰-𝙱𝙾𝚈𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳! 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑... 𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚈𝙾.

Anxiety was a fun thing to deal with sometimes. You know - like when you triple checked the details of the test date you had scheduled today. You pressed a hand to your chest as you woke your phone. Eyes were glued to the pin on the map that your date, Hinata Shoyo: Rental Boyfriend, put on it. You thought maybe, just maybe, he canceled last minute or after seeing your face IRL. A chill ran through you and you muttered to no one in particular, “God, how embarrassing would that be…”

  As you swiped through the app, you pat all around your neck, your cheek, your collarbone in a few nervous motions. Sure, you knew the area. Sure, you went out a few times to sketch the roads for a comic or two. But as you stood, cool fingers drumming nervously along your skin, it all felt unfamiliar.

  A voice cried your name out, jolting your attention away from insecurity for a moment. You squinted, thinking you misheard. The wind! That’s all it was. Just as you were about to check your phone for the nth time, you caught a glimpse of tangerine. Through the hoard of 9-5ers, five fingers raised in a wave until a broad shoulder shimmied its way through the crowd.

“H-Hinata?” His name came out a lot more hushed than you intended and you could feel the heat of your cheeks. Oh no. He’s cute. Duh. You knew he was. He had a profile picture and some extra pics that you and your friend scrolled through the night prior. One caught your eye in particular; it was with a dog that wasn’t his according to the caption (and the added note of ‘but imma get a big boi some day’’). There was another with a guy with short black hair. They all radiated a type of warmth and welcome to them even if those around him seemed ready to punch a wall - a trait not missed out on in person.

  He beamed, taking your hand in his as though it were as natural as the sun shining, “Hey babe!”

  The words put a bar in the cogs of your mind, stopping all rational thought.  Babe. Babe?! Oh fuck. I’m babe! Oh wait. Yeah that’s right. You rented him to be your boyfriend. It’s supposed to be natural. You scolded yourself for forgetting that simple fact. 

Hinata laced his fingers through yours and you could feel the slight dampness of his palm. The thought that he may be as nervous as you put you slightly at ease. It would make sense as he didn’t have any reviews or ratings or anything. He was new! A beta-boyfriend babe!

  It took a moment or two for you to realize that not only was he guiding you down the sidewalk, but you had been staring at nothing but your shoes the entire way there. Shyly, you apologized. 

  “For what, babe? Oh! Wait! I didn’t get to mention yet,” Bright eyes burned with excitement as they tilted over his shoulder, “That’s a cute dress!” He genuinely thought so, too. Trying to act all coupl-y with a stranger was definitely weird, but, like anything he tried, he wanted to put his best effort in. Hinata wasn’t sure on what to expect, truthfully. When looking at your profile after the booking was made, he was caught off guard by how cute you were. In person seemed even worse. Better? Hell if he knew.

  As a lanky waiter shuffled you both into a booth, you were off put by your boyfriend slipping in next to you. Right smack dab next to you. Thigh touching thigh and the heat of his sent a shiver up your spine. You placed a hand on your chest again and spent more time reading a menu than you thought you ever had before.

  Hinata’s expression fell thoughtfully as he saw the slight shake in your slender digits and the way your teeth gnashed at your lower lip. He tilted his head with a small laugh and a nudge to your ribs with his elbow. The corners of his mouth piquing to such a point you could practically feel the mischievousness from it, “Play along, ‘kay? Kay?”

  Suspiciously, you peaked over the top of the menu roof you made with a nod. As the waiter returned, a strong muscled arm wrapped around your shoulder and snuggled you close. Mouth falling into an ajar ‘o’, your confusion was as palpable as his joy, “It’s my girlfriend’s birthday today! You guys got some cake, maybe a candle or OOOH a song?”

  “Hinata!” You smacked his head with the menu, “It’s n-“

  He brought a finger to his lips to silent-shush you, lashes dipping in a wink. You smiled pleasantly, yet awkwardly at the waiter and in the least convincing tone, chimed,  “It’s my birthday. Yaaay.”

  “See! How could you deny that!” His sheer and pointed enthusiasm made up for your lack thereof.

  The waiter, not buying any of it but needing the tips to pay his rent, congratulated you before excusing himself. Ten minutes later, two others trailed behind him singing a specialty birthday tune. In their hands rested the most delicious looking chocolate cake. To say you inhaled that thing would be an understatement. It was creamy, rich, everything you could’ve wanted in a cake.

  “Take a bite!” You offered a forkful to your date, one hand below to catch the droppings. Obliging gleefully, he did.

  “‘m pwetty bad wif dates but I saw you like fweets!” The words came between chews, and he gestured here and there as he swallowed, “Glad you liked it cause we got five more restaurants to try!”

  “Excuse me?!”

  And just like that, Hinata whisked you from one restaurant to another. Each one was slightly ritzier than the last and with each one, he could see the tense scrunch of your shoulders melt away. 

He made you feel safe and you started to joke with him more openly, smile more frequently, and sarcastically quip at him. He liked the way you smacked his arm every time he called the waiters over too dramatically. He liked the way you acted surprised they’d come around the corner with cakes and songs. You managed to melt his heart with the cutest ‘Oh! Babe!’ whenever he tried to genuinely surprise you. He adored watching your eyes light up whenever you got a taste of each decadent sweet. It would be an outright lie to deny that you feeding him made his heart flutter, too.

  You clung to Hinata’s arm, cheek resting heavily on bicep as your stomach decided to churn all the sugar you ate like it was a tilt-a-whirl. He patted your hand, thinking you were just trying to be cute, “So, what made you want to rent someone?” 

  The night sky took over the afternoon sun. Tiredly, you gazed up to your ‘boyfriend’, letting a moment of silence occupy the time it took to get over the small wave of nausea, “This is… embarrassing.” You chuckled softly, letting your fingers fall onto your neck, “I uh… never dated someone before. I have a date set up and got so anxious I almost canceled three times. I really want to put myself out there though and be more comfortable.“

  “Is that why you were so red?! I thought I was meeting a cherry when I saw you! All like –“ His hands flew to his cheeks in a damn near perfect imitation of you and your voice, “-i-i-it’s n-n-ot m-my-“ before he could stutter the rest out, you interrupted with a loud and embarrassed groan. His laugh hissed passed teeth, “It was cute! You’re adorable, ya know?” The words slipped out so naturally and with such warmth that you wondered where the act was put down and where it was picked back up.

  “As I was saying,” you jested with a light hearted eye roll, “My friend was really worried about me. I mean, it’s not often you’re a date-virgin in your twenties.”

  Hinata pursed his lips, thinking about it, “Ya know, maybe it is weird - ” You felt your heart stop and your comfort crack just slightly. You probably would have laughed had it not been for the wave of heat then ice that swept over you, “- that someone as… as…” His lips pursed as he tried to find a word. Your anxiety built with each delayed second. In a grand gesture, his arms swang back, “WH’BAM as you never got asked out before!” Despite your death grip on him, the ginger still managed to hop on cue, “’sides! You got a pretty good friend looking after you!”

  “Heh,” You laughed, “Guess you’re right, but wh’bam?”

  “It just makes sense!” He slapped your hand a few times with the soft palm of his, “Okay okay! Now, we’re going to that one!” A finger pointed to a fancy black double door. 

  “Hinata I-“ You began to protest, feeling your palms dampen and your stomach curdle. 

  “Don’t worry about price! I got it!” He tugged at your arm.

  “N-no, We need to-“

  “You’ve been having such a good time! We can do one more!”

  “Just come over h-here-“

  “This one has the best cake from what I read! It’s not too expensiiiiiiive.”

  The end of his sentence tumbled out of his mouth like the night’s worth of cake and frosting tumbled out of your gut. Directly onto the ground. And on the expensive nude heels your friend leant you. And on Hinata’s own pricy looking sneakers.

  There was a moment of silence as you lit the coffin of your pride and watched it sail away into the ocean. (Goodbye sweet trait, it was nice while it lasted. Rest in Pieces.)

  Hinata blinked. The event registered in his squirrel brain like a dial up modem. She just threw up. It’s on my shoe. It’s on her shoe. OH NO I MADE HER THROW UP! Red alerts blared as he whipped his head around, making the biggest display of ‘nothing to see here’ that could’ve been humanly possible. All too easily, he slid an arm under your knees and scurried around for a place to sit. It took about ten minutes for him to find a bench on an empty walkway. He sat you down and patted your head with long, sweet strokes. Each pat, while good natured, went unnoticed as your intestines tried to murder you in cold blood.

  Hinata sprinted for the convenience store and bought the first couple of antacids he could find, along with some anti-nausea medication and water. A small bit of sweat broke out along his brow as he dashed back to you. Agile as a leaf in the wind, he squatted right in front of you, hurriedly dumped everything out of the double-bagged plastic bags to give to you. He stuttered out his menu of medications and you down some of them with water.

  “Hey, heeey,” his gentle voice cooed to you, both hands rubbing your arms in soothing motions (a little roughly, but he’s trying), “It’s okay, you’re okay, you don’t need to cry!” You waved a hand, lips parted as you waited for another wave to hit which never came. You thought he’d make fun of you, laugh in your face about how pathetic this was, but it never came. For some reason that made you even more emotional. He was just a rental boyfriend. He didn’t need to deal with this. Instead of quitting then and there, Hinata took a seat right next to you and pulled you to his chest. Your back flinched reflexively as a calloused hand rubbed calming circles along it. He started talking about a time he was at a volleyball game and had the nervous-shits so bad he nearly had to sit out.

  “That’s… disgusting,” The words came out as a half-laugh, half-cry. You wiped your eyes, ignoring the makeup now dripping down your face from sweat and tears.

  “You’re telling me! Tanaka called me ‘little-shits’ for two months after that!” His laugh was contagious, spreading warmth through your fingertips and toes. It was rare to meet someone who had such a natural talent to make you feel so wholly accepted.

  After about 10 minutes, the medication began to fully settle your stomach. The bag was tossed into a stray trash can. Hinata had barely even realized that his chin was perched on the crown of your head as he talked about other embarrassing stories (including the time he got pegged in the nuts during training camp). The warmth of you in his hold simply belonged and he didn’t want to let go just yet.

  “Thank you,” you peered up at him with eyes so pretty and a smile so kind he wanted to kiss it then and there.

  “For what?” His head tilted again. If he were a puppy, his ears would flop with each tilt.

  “Being so sweet to me for my first trial date. Even if it’s your job, you really went above and beyond. And uh…you know-” You kicked your shoe to his.

  The athlete ruffled his hair, feeling a blush creep to his cheeks and ears at the thought of being your first date, “Don’t need to thank me for it! I had a blast! You’re pretty warm too!”

  “Thanks?” You sputtered a small laugh before checking your phone and the time. It was nearly up. As per request, a text of your location was sent to the friend who started it all.

  For a while, you rested in Hinata’s hold, savoring the rich batter of comfort and calm it baked you in. He chattered on about this and that, exchanging a remark here and there when you poked fun. 

Once you pulled away from him, he couldn’t help but miss the feel of your mold on the palm of his hand like a volleyball right at the precipice – right in his reach. You checked your violently buzzing phone, confirming the spot where you were sitting to your friend. 

“Who was that?” Hinata asked, a boyish hint of pouting sad laced underneath his natural curiosity.

“My friend,” you answered, popping another antacid in your mouth, “our time is up, so she’ll be here soon.”

 Those words were a bitter sound, one that reminded Hinata that this wasn’t real. This was a bet that he wanted to win. One that he secretly cursed. In all reality, he wanted to have fun and when he saw that you booked him, he didn’t know what to think. Dating wasn’t really his thing. He rarely had time to when it came to practice and had it not been for the bet, he probably wouldn’t have sought someone out at all, let alone someone as out of his league as you.

  The headlights of your friend's car came into view. Just as you went to take a step forward, a strong hand circled around your wrist. In a swift movement, you turned to look at the culprit. 

  “Just make sure to rent me again if you have some time, yeah?” Hinata’s smile held a hint of something you couldn’t identify. 

 Nevertheless, you returned the sentiment, “Of course!”

You parted with a long hug.

As the car pulled away, Hinata flicked through his phone. Once the dates were done, each point of contact would be deleted automatically. A reasonable company policy that felt like a sour punch to the gut.. A small twinge of sadness came over him, but he knew that if it was meant to be, you’d find your way to each other again. In the mean time…

   𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃-𝙰-𝙱𝙾𝚈𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎.... 𝟷 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐!

  He was going to kick Atsumu’s pancake ass!

 “Sooooo~ How was the ‘date’? Looks like you two got along!” Your friend’s voice rang as she shimmied in her seat in excitement, brows wiggling in expectation.

  “Oh shut it!” You cried in false annoyance, “I threw up, can you believe that?!” Dramatically, she gasped, listening as you recounted the events of the boy who was the sun itself. Finalizing your long winded tale of cake-filled adventure, that same warmth spread across your chest, lapping small butterfly wings at your stomach, “I had a good time. I… definitely feel more comfortable with the idea of putting myself out there now.”

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Kento Aizome SR

2019 ー Rose Petal Bath [バラ風呂]

“Which reminds me, isn’t there a nice scent in the air today? Like one of roses…..”

『Event: GIFT OF LOVE for Valentine’s Day (13th - 20th February 2019)』

Part 1

Kento: ‘Hi, Tsubasa. So you’re at BRAVE Ent. today.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Hello, Aizome-san. Todayーー’

Kento: ‘Hm? This desk is full of envelopes….. Could those be love letters addressed to Tsubasa?’ 

Tsubasa: ‘W-Wrong! Those are the fan letters for everyone. I was sorting out those that came in for Valentine’s Day.’ 

Kento (surprised): ‘Hee, so there is something like that. What a view.’

Kento: ‘You sorted them by names for us, huh. Thanks, Tsubasa.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘No, please don’t mind me. It was fun in that way. You can feel that each one is full of emotions.’ 

Kento: ‘Even envelopes have their own uniqueness. The cute ones are addressed to Yuta and this simple one is for Goshi.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Aizome-san’s fan letters have a lot of a feminine atmosphere.’ 

Kento: ‘That might be so. To attach my favourite perfume to the letters and come up with such a magnificent plan, it makes me very happy.’ 

Kento: ‘Ah…. This girl here, she sent me one again. I know because she always puts this sticker on.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘You remembered it well. Even though you must have read a lot of fan letters.’ 

Kento: ‘There’s no way I’ll forget them since they all were written for me in their mind. Besides, things like what did they think of, what do they like…..’ 

Kento: ‘I can’t answer the letters directly, but I’m thinking about ways to reply to them, for example with an interview or through the radio.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Aizome-san, amazing….. You are thinking of the fans very dearly.’ 

Kento: ‘Fuh, despite that, perhaps the number one reason is that I can’t lose to Goshi or Yuta when it’s about girls.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Fufu.’ 

Kento: ‘Which reminds me, isn’t there a nice scent in the air today? Like one of roses…..’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Oh, thatーー’

Part 2

Shuji Daikoku: ‘Well, if there are that many roses, the scent will be strong.’ 

Kento (surprised): ‘Eh? That’s an amazing number of roses. You don’t have it often that you have so many that they overflow from your hands.’ 

Shuji Daikoku: ‘True’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Eh, Shuji-san, even though we were talking, when did you decorate the roses…..’ 

Shuji Daikoku: ‘Because of this amount, I wanted to put them in a place, but there's no flower vase in the office to begin with.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘So that was why.’ 

Kento: ‘That flower bouquet, is it perhaps a gift from a girl?’ 

Shuji Daikoku: ‘Nah. The lady in the bar harassed me by sending them to me, saying “It’s Valentine’s Day”. She was amused to know that I’ve got no interest in flowers.’ 

Kento (smirks): ‘Isn’t that quite expensive for harassment? What kind of woman is she?’ 

Shuji Daikoku (smirks): ‘As if I’d tell you.’ 

Kento: ‘Heh, cheapskate.’ 

Shuji Daikoku: ‘Right. Kento, you like these, don’t you.’ 

Kento (surprised): ‘Eh? Well, I don’t dislike them.’ 

Shuji Daikoku (smiles): ‘Then, do something with the flowers for me. I’ll leave it to you.’ 

Kento: ‘Eeh, leave it to me you say…..’ 

Shuji Daikoku: ‘Don’t throw them away around hereー’

Kento: ‘Geez, how selfish of him to impose on people and just leave and go.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Ah, where should I put them to?’ 

Kento: ‘No, this kind of opportunity is rare. I’ll do something about them. That said, just decorating is boring. It’s a waste to watch them wither away.’

Tsubasa: ‘And when you think about where to put that amount of roses, you need a big flower vase.’ 

Kento: ‘Dried flowers are also a hassle.’ 

Kento: ‘Oh, right…..’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Did you think of something?’

Kento (winks): ‘Yeah, I have the perfect idea.’ 

Part 3 

Tsubasa: ‘The perfect idea?’

Kento (smiles): ‘Don’t you think a rose petal bath would be great? Let this mass of flower petals float in a bathtub.’

Tsubasa: ‘A rose petal bath…..’

Kento: ‘I think if it’s this much, it will be pretty gorgeous.’

Tsubasa: ‘Now that you mention it, you are right. It would be too good to just enjoy it at home.’ 

Kento (winks): ‘Hehe, then it can’t be me alone.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Eh!? W-Who are you going in with…..?’ 

Kento: ‘Of course….. That’s what I’d like to say but it’s not like that.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Aah, please don’t frighten me.’ 

Kento: ‘Instead, I’m thinking of taking a pic of me in the petal bath and sending it to the girls through JOIN. The girls might be pleased if I send them my sexy pic. Such rich usage is good as well once in a while.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘I- I see… But it seems that doing this with just petals is quite tiring.’

Kento: ‘It’s okay. If you mention this around Yuta, it will get him interested. While doing so, I wonder if he’ll take the pictures as well. In that case, the production should be exquisite.’ 

Kento: ‘Placing aroma candles….. Ah, now that I mention it, I received bath candles before. They also float.’ 

(Aizome-san, he looks like he’s having fun.)

Kento: ‘Okay, I put together my image of it. Should I do it tonight right away?’ 

Kento: ‘Alright, I’ll go now. If I already take pictures, I’ll send them Tsubasa as well. Look forward to them.’  

Tsubasa: ‘Ah, yes! Goodbye!’ ___

Tsubasa: ‘...... He might get scolded by Kaneshiro-san, will it be fine?’ 

END

[madfantasy]

hii! sorry if you've answered this before, but how did you find your own art style? it's nothing like i've seen before, very dream-like (: i feel like with so many artists out there it can be hard to find one's own style but yours is truly unique. if it's not too much to ask, do you still have any of your first drawings? thank you 💕💕

(Oh & I'm sorry if I have answered it before, I didn't find anything on my blog so woop here comes my blaber)

Hello dear!

Thank you so much, you flatter me and my bit-som of art-som, heh. Specially that you have called it dream like— cuz 1/4 of my creations does come from my dreams. I even had a dream about Severus a couple of days ago- was explaining to him the concept of gestures in smartphones, I told him it's like pulling down a scroll, to get the notifications, lol.

Before I start side-tracking too much, yes- I can't say I do know how it happens, I guess I wasn't on the base of looking for an art style for myself, or ever considered myself an artist— or a real one? Idk. The idea of having an 'art style' doesn't register with me so I'm possibly always confused what to make of it.

I mean, I didn't go into art for art's sake. I don't enjoy beauty just for beauty's sake. It has to have a meaning, purpose, hidden dilemma you need to solve just by looking deeper; is it speaking to me, or am I speaking for it?

My only concern since the beginning of time of Mani apparating this earth and what got them into drawing anyway is: telling the story as best as possible.

I was drawing before I learned speaking. It was my instinctive language. I had something to say? Illustrated it on a piece of paper to show.

Everything I see in my surroundings or mostly in mind, I had a story to tell about. So I didn't even consider that I was making art.

I remember when I developed enough cells to be aware- I started trying to copy or capture the basics of family members, making stories about them, also games or shows I played; I drew Crash bandicoot, driving into a cliff because he was hated by his family, Tiny wearing an abaya. Pink panther cuz how tall he was weirded me out in a fascinating way, Tarzan and his special muscles, a story about an abused squid lady that eventually turn into a mermaid, a guy turning into a hero coz of some near death experience.. mmm stories about my favourite stuffed rabbit CeCe Bobo— probably the only innocent adventures I drew as a child— I wanted so badly to make them into a video game, having their parents fall into a pit of flames, heh.

And because I had daily TV episodes in my brain of whatever to occupy me from unsanitary real life; I associated with many people I love to see materlized; my characters. So I had to try & draw them exactly how they look/feel, and that's what my art slowly developed based on; is this guy the way I seen and felt him look like? If not, try other ways.

At first, I drew them with literal basic shapes, like a character would have a square face, and another heart, and if I couldn't draw circle, I used my pencil sharpener that was shaped as a circle. A method still I use to differentiate my characters (without the pencil sharpener lol)

Later, since my characters have generally my favourite things, or things I enjoy, things I appreciate— basically things from me directly or from my choices, conscious they were or not—had them chopped and scattered between the lot of them. And to learn how to do some favourite factors of them is what drives my art style I suppose. I knew I didn't want it realistic, but I also didn't want it unreal. What makes art real? That's probably the always questions I face.

Ofc, I was face with so many problems to deteriorate my passion for drawing. Like, not being allowed to draw in the first place. I had wait till everyone is gone or occupied, had to always look over my shoulder and must constantly hide every inkling of any art making, and act like the project I'm making is for school, and draw in breakfast breaks at school. I used to draw under my blanket and store my art between my books or under my pillow (never related to anything so hard like when Harry was studying magic and Dursley keeps checking on him, honestly heh). Either all that or I get the whip.

Or being told what's the point of having a style like that while everybody obviously enjoys popular styles like anime or cartoon? Why don't I draw like the popular to get noticed? I don't know how to draw anime or cartoon even if I tried. It will just show as my art style, no? Exactly like speaking two different languages with the same letters.

Or like the idea of strictly sticking to gendering things while the idea never occurred to me. The base line of how men has to be ugly and women pretty. My motto is showing beauty in everything, even in scary or messed up things hehe. But I had to consent to making my guys 'ugly' as possible to continue drawing, and if u notice a line on their throats, that's one other thing I had to do, wasn’t allowed to draw girls either. And I wasn't happy with any of that at all.

But I was able to win my right to draw anytime I like in recent years, and able to draw how I like how I use digital means. So it got better heh.

And no it's not too much, if anything, it was took me on a dusty beautiful trip of nostalgia, I thank you for it. Sadly I don't have my first drawings, and I do treasure them but they all been tossed, torn and burned before me over the years, heh.

The oldest thing I got is this, a comic made, was 11 years old I think:

Medo, a guy so beautiful that he was forced to work as a femal model, concept that felt the best to me, heh. Even tho I was in no contact with the outsider world.

He is my first solid character and I made endless comics of him.

He's develop into this -dated 2014- , he's fairy sentinel.

And I found few of my old or first time drawing them pics of the main characters in my stories, I'd love to share:

Juicy and X-bi— second ones I made. But these drawings are maybe 2 or 3 years after I made them

I know I said that lots, but x-bi was a mask wearing imaginary friend I translated into X-bi. He has almost always cold hands so I used to put my skin on cold metallic surface and imagine it his hands trying to ease the pain.

And since I had no audience home, my stuff showed at school as i drew alone, always with various replies of 'its good, but'

Juicy got me in trouble with a teacher, by a careless student that was browsing my drawings In front of them, and I was classified as mentally deranged and need help for not drawing the usual princes and white knight.

Fernando and Carlos are also old characters that expressed romance in everything they do, so when I had a drawing of them Carlos tending to a fevered Ferry, and it was snatched from me, everyone considering it intimacy and I had to punch my way through them to get it back. Being called perverted and sick in the process, even tho all they talk to me about is marriage and the process of making babies. One of them literally told me on random occasion that their heart was like a ten story building for rent, there's always someone new in and out.

Carlos is Fernando's soul guardian💛

I created General Pumbkin in school! expressing fashion in strictness with my fav hooked nose!

Axel was my joy in everything, and the most common character I got beat up for, for being girly. I don't draw him too much anymore but seeing him again made me auto happy , hes all about giving loff, darling hehe

Candy, a less brain developed babyy

Brain and Pain, my sibs fav characters from my bag, heh

And Sabine was said to me that he should be a girl to be that scared in a scary story, his story is like dark and twisted fairytales vibe that I love dearly. I'm trying to continue writing his story.

Despite whatever, I love doing art, I have to. It what gives me soul juice heh.

And thank you for sticking on my prolonged answer. I hope I didn't bore too much, I'm flooded with memories happy and bad, and they are all okay. It made me feel passionate again, so thank you for the opportunity 🙏

1.5.2020

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 249: Todoroki Taco Night

Previously on BnHA: Nothing happened at all, because the manga was on break last week! Fortunately the anime had finally resumed after a billion years (estimation; exact length of time may be slightly off), so we had that to take the edge off in the meantime. Except we didn’t, because the anime also ended up going on break due to a rugby game or some shit. So that was nice. On a related note, when I die I’d like the Basement arc to lower me into my grave, so it can let me down one last time.

Anyway, Endeavor did some mentoring and gave Shouto and Kacchan a power-up assignment and told Deku to work on Air Force to help him master the fine control he needs for the Bloop. Then Fuyu called a week later and was all “HEY DAD, DINNER, OUR PLACE, TONIGHT, BRING THE KIDS.” And then as previously mentioned, we waited two whole fucking weeks and MY GOD, my body is ready, on to the new chapter we go!

Today on BnHA: Shouto, Katsuki, and Deku are cordially invited to Todosmith Farms for an evening of food and fun! They make it approximately six minutes into dinner before Natsu loses it and exits with more theatrics than a spurned reality TV show contestant. Baku and Deku spend the next hour being all “!!!” at each other back and forth, and whispering about how fucking dramatic the Todorokis are, which fully kills me and is my favorite thing ever to happen in the world. Deku then begins to guide Shouto through his personal healing process like fucking Mufasa booming at Simba from the heavens, and meanwhile Endeavor listens in while quietly kneeling before HIS DEAD SON’S PHOTOGRAPH, IN THE SHRINE THEY BUILT FOR SAID DEAD SON IN HIS BEDROOM, and sorrowfully wishing he could do more for his family. Anyways so I’m in ruins now, but otherwise fine. How are you?

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity afterward, and added a few ETAs in the process, but aside from that there are no changes.)

well it’s Thursday morning, and I have just seen the picture of baby white-haired Touya because no one in this fandom knows how to fucking spoiler tag (and that’s on me too for browsing the BnHA tag on a Thursday; I know better, but I was just curious how this new group chat thing was working out), so here are my immediate thoughts

we never actually confirmed that the hair color correlates to their powers, huh. we just assumed. but come to think, there’s no reason why someone couldn’t have mom’s hair but dad’s quirk. it’s all Shouto’s fault for being a perfect 50/50 split and thus making everyone assume that THAT’S JUST HOW IT WORKS. damn you Shouto and your dramatic character design

anyways I tried not to look at the pic for too long -- once I realized what I was looking at, I averted my eyes -- but he does look like Dabi, I think. oh shit guys. it’s really fucking happening

and I also didn’t get a good enough look to determine whether this was a photo of Touya (that Deku or whoever happened to spot while visiting the Todochester Mystery House for the much-hyped dinner) or a flashback image (in which he is just standing really fucking still for some reason and staring directly at the camera), so I guess we’ll see. but anyways, Deku and Kacchan didn’t come all the way down to Todoroki taco night to not have their evening peppered with intricate family drama and reopened wounds and hysterical conspiracy theories, so you had better keep them goddamn entertained! lord knows the Todorokis don’t do small talk. this is literally their only way of spicing things up so their guests don’t die of sheer awkwardness while Endeavor sits in stony silence and Shouto just stuffs his face with soba all night

also aren’t we due some popularity poll results soon? just getting in all my random thoughts now before we dive in. anyways Horikoshi, so you know what I want to see now and you better deliver

aaaand now it’s Friday! so Happy Birthday Aizawa, and LET’S GET TO THAT CHAPTER

and we’re opening with Endeavor’s Redemption Arc: The Page. omg

holy fucking shit BnHA. you sure do have a way of making me wait WITH BATED BREATH!! FOR TWO WEEKS!!! ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT!!!! for the new fucking chapter only to have me immediately suck in a deep breath through my teeth and seriously reconsider whether I am in any way emotionally prepared to handle this. “you think you know what you want?!” Horikoshi demands. “YOU HAVE NO IDEA.” sob it’s trueeee

okay. okay. we can do this. hell, if we made it through Tomura’s flashbacks then this should be child’s play. so all right, let’s go

-- oh wait, but before I click to the next page, I just want to note that Endeavor isn’t the only one who’s nowhere to be found in this pic, though! boy you have three sons. uno dos tres

“the hellish Todoroki residence” lmao this legitimately sounds like the title of a Buzzfeed Unsolved episode

ARE YOU TELLING ME ENDEAVOR PROVIDES LUXURY APARTMENTS FOR ALL HIS FUCKING EMPLOYEES OMFG

SO MY THREE SONS HAVE ALL BEEN ROOMING TOGETHER UNDER ENDEAVOR’S ROOF!? THE FANFIC ENDEAVOR AGENCY RESIDENCES?! WHAT KIND OF OT3 SHENANIGANS HAVE BEEN ABOUNDING THIS PAST WEEK OH MY GOODNESS THIS IS LIKE A DREAM

OH MY GOD

okay I have like... ten different notes I want to make about Katsuki and I don’t know where to start SO I’LL JUST START SOMEWHERE!

I’ve legit wanted to see how he would look with his mask pushed up into his hair like a headband for the longest fucking time (I don’t know why! I just wanted to see it!) so this. is. Christmas for me omg. if only he wasn’t making one of his (◣д◢) faces and was instead making a normal face. but that’s probably too much to ask of him at THE CRACK OF DAWN, which brings me to my next point,

I thought he was a morning person?? [furiously checking headcanon notes] kid you go to bed at 8pm. you have your full eight hours by four in the fucking morning. and the full nine and a half hours that GROWING BOYS ACTUALLY NEED by 5:30am, which is when I always assumed you typically woke up in order to get in your morning workout and BEAST IT UP IN THE PIT or whatever gym people do. yet here you are, half dead, while Deku and Burnin’ are raring to go. were you just burning the midnight oil and that’s why you’re grumpy? WAS IT THE FANFIC AGENCY RESIDENCES SHENANIGANS, OH MY GOD I CAN’T

lastly, look at that unzipped collar. why is it that the more disheveled he looks the more I want to pile him up in a headlock and give him noogies. I love him so fucking much, this is ridiculous, he was only gone for two weeks but it felt like SEVENTEEN YEARS anyway

so Burnin’ is all “catch any villains faster than Endeavor yet, LOL, LIKE THAT COULD EVER HAPPEN!!” and they’ve been putting up with this trolling for a fucking week now huh. no wonder Katsuki’s ready to pack it in and sleep for the next year

motherfucker holy shit

sure thing coach. Todoroki Shouto out here ready for the morning huddle. BRING IT IN! ONE TWO THREE PLUS ULTRA

meanwhile Katsuki better keep his hair like that for the rest of the arc now. the collar too. I am living for this

what is Shouto doing with his hands

are you blowing a kiss. or beckoning toward her like Neo in the Matrix. are you channeling your inner Iida. wtf is this

this one panel perfectly encapsulates everything I love about this OT3 dynamic oh my god

Katsuki screaming at Todoroki that he’s better than him (based on impeccable, flawless logic). Shouto completely disregarding this and calmly continuing to have a normal conversation at a normal person volume. and Deku ignoring them both while sending the chipperest, most positive energy in the world out toward this other person because he loves everyone!!

and now there’s three closeups of the boys showing how worn out they are

they’ve been working so hard I’m so proud of them and also they totally deserve a night off to go gorge themselves on soba at Toderly Manor

and then there’s a whole nother page continuing to establish that it has been a week! and they’re working hard! and YES, WE KNOW, though

yep yep yep we get it now WHAT ABOUT THAT DINNER oh my god. it’s been four pages! and if we’re only getting thirteen again then this is precious real estate we’re just wasting here, come onnnnn

so Endeavor is continuing to show off how great he is while the kids look on in frustration

heh but I like this panel because LOOK AT THEM

ALL THREE OF THEM CAN FLY (basically). I love it. yes. just let them be airborne for the rest of the series

meanwhile Endeavor’s thinking agitated thoughts about how Fuyu wants him to try and CONNECT TO THE CHILDREN ON AN ACTUAL EMOTIONAL LEVEL, like what do you think he is?? a human being??!

lol he’s got that look like “WHY DON’T YOU JUST KILL ME NOW AND BE DONE WITH IT.” things he would rather do than have a family dinner with his kids and his two new apprentices: literally. anything. else. ah, but Endeavor. no one said the path of Not Being A Bastard would be easy

he’s thinking about how happy Fuyu sounded on the phone, though. “the thought of us finally becoming a real family...” c’mon Enji you can’t just let your only daughter down like that

and also me. you better not fucking let me down. I was promised dinner at Todoton Abbey and DAMN IT THIS IS HAPPENING

lol he’s getting all fired up and the kids are just mindlessly yelling back like “FUCK YEAH”

even the guy in the background’s like “YEAHHHHHHH LET’S DO ITTT.” the best part is how not a single one of them has any clue what they are loudly agreeing to

OH MY GOD

TODOLAND RANCH, AT LONG LAST. YESSSSS

lmao Kacchan

“it’s not too late!” he is so desperate, bless him. all he wanted was to curl up in his room with a bowl of spicy ramen after a long day and watch old All Might clips on Youtube while blissfully not interacting with a single other soul. and now instead they’ve dragged him to fucking Todo-a-Lago for dinner with his boss, his two best friends who he hates, and SOMEONE’S SISTER. what a nightmare

FUYUMIIIIII

worst part is, I don’t think Kacchan will be able to resist Fuyu’s Kind Elementary School Teacher Energy at all. he’s totally screwed. -- OH MY GOD, IS HE HIDING

like, I know this is the Todoroki drama chapter and that’s where my focus should be, and I’M SORRY, but you guys all know what you signed up for by this point, right? you can read a million other Todo hot takes on tumblr today, but this will forever be the blog that spends paragraphs and paragraphs obsessing over Kacchan hiding behind the door frame and sulking and asking “why though?” in increasingly petulant tones like a four-year-old because SOMEONE DRAGGED HIM TO A SOCIAL EVENT and this is his personal hell! Fuyu’s gonna end up having to manually feed him chicken like Satou did at the party

meanwhile now that I’m actually READING THE REST OF THE PANEL LIKE A NORMAL PERSON, I have to pause for a moment to let my heart break over Deku saying that he hardly ever gets invited over by friends. hey Deku come here for a moment, I just have to give you a dozen hugs real quick and then you can continue as you were

anyway so guys I literally owe Todoroki Fuyumi my life and I want to send her flowers with a “THANKS FOR SAVING THE MANGA” card but it’ll have to wait until the chapter is done. let’s continue

NATSU’S HERE TOO, SHOUTO SAW HIS SHOES, OH M Y GO D

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(ETA: shout out to Natsu for wearing the greatest shirt of all time and taking Deku’s rookie-tier gags to THE NEXT LEVEL!)

I LOVE EVERYTHING. I’M SOBBING. BLESS YOU HORIKOSHI. LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!

holy shit Deku

Alton fucking Brown over here. chill my dude

NATSU BRINGING THAT DRAMA YESSSS

and look how oblivious Deku is to the general vibe settling in here

what the fuck do you see. you just literally had no idea how else to respond to that, huh

oh my god oh my fucking god

(ETA: I’m laughing so hard and I’ll explain in the tags. sob.)

guys let me just break down these two panels for you

1. Fuyu is all “NATSU YOU COOKED TOO”

2. Shouto is all “WTF, I ATE NATSU FOOD AND NO ONE FUCKING TOLD ME”

3. Natsu is all “YOU PROBABLY DIDN’T BECAUSE... THAT MAN PROBABLY WOULDN’T ALLOW IT”

how the fuck is there drama brewing over the fucking cooking. this fucking family. and Shouto’s face is two seconds away from being my new icon omg

LMAO

SO YOU TWO FINALLY FUCKING CONNED ON TO THE DANGEROUS SITUATION YOU’VE FOUND YOURSELVES IN, HUH. that’s right bitches. welcome to Todo’s Landing

and now Fuyu has finally made a FATAL ERROR IN JUDGEMENT oh no. that error being trying to fall back on Shouto of all people to ease the awkward tension. that boy literally is made up of awkward tension. right down to his atoms. Fuyu what were you thinking??

FUYUMI: [SLAMS HANDS ON TABLE] “SHOUTO WHAT KIND OF FOOD DO YOU EAT AT SCHOOL!!!!”

SHOUTO: [LEAPING TO HIS FEET] “AT THE CAFETERIA!!!!”

someone help me I’m fucking dying. actually, you know what, help them

“yo Deku, do you wanna get the fuck out of here right now.” “yes, yes I do.” turns out, they didn’t really need that internship anyway. maybe they can still convince the centipede man to take them instead

holy shit

like, I feel so bad for him, but also Fuyu looks so fucking sad and I can’t?? this is too much, and things haven’t even gotten spicy yet. this arc is going to leave me a wreck

DSFKSLDFJLK

“it’s okay,” Horikoshi says comfortingly, “here’s a panel of your two good boys helping clean up.” WELL THANK YOU, EXCUSE ME FOR A MOMENT, I’M GOING TO GO SIT. and think about Katsuki being a fucking gentleman whose momma raised him right and who helps clean up the dishes after being invited over for dinner. never mind that he didn’t even help clean up the Christmas party. but he saw Fuyu being sad and immediately went MY GOD, I’VE GOT TO DO SOMETHING TO HELP THIS STUPIDLY NICE LADY

anyway so are you two going to ask Endeavor why his kids hate him so fucking much. or just ignore it because you pretty much know the gist already because Shouto can’t keep a lid closed on anything

OH MY GOD THEY’RE HAVING A SECRET CONVERSATION ABOUT IT

FFFFFFFdfsLK -- “YOU GUYS WERE TALKING ABOUT IT RIGHT NEXT TO ME, ON ACCOUNT OF I WAS STANDING RIGHT THERE, IN THE SHADOWS, BECAUSE I WAS EAVESDROPPING, SHUT UP”

anyways so did you guys know that Deku and Kacchan having whispered conversations about how dramatic the fucking Todorokis are is my all-time aesthetic. I didn’t know either actually. but it is

Fuyu why are you apologizing to Shouto for making him help clean up

AND WHY ARE YOU PERSISTING IN MAKING THAT FACE. SON OF A BITCH. GIRL I’M BRINGING YOU SOME ICE CREAM AND SOME DVDS. WE’RE GONNA HAVE A SLEEPOVER AND FORGET ALL ABOUT THIS SHIT. PLEASE FEEL BETTER. I’M SORRY YOUR TWIN BROTHER IS DEAD AND YOUR WISH TO HAVE A NORMAL FAMILY IS NEVER GOING TO FUCKING COME TRUE BECAUSE WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS OMG

oh my god she’s having a heart to heart with Shouto about how he feels about Endeavor. oh my god I see Horikoshi aiming a bow right at my fucking heart. he’s notching the fucking arrow, this is it, it’s been real you guys

that look in his one visible eye. god. there it is. oh god. hurts

(ETA: do you suppose all of the Todorokis have secretly had that exact same dream. we know Fuyu has, and Rei as well based on her letter. I’m starting to think that Shouto has too. it only makes sense that a boy who was denied a real childhood for the first fifteen years of his life is going to have some part of him that secretly longs to just have a normal family. in related news, Shouto had better get some fucking hugs in this arc!)

-- ARE YOU SERIOUS

WHAT IS IT WITH HORIKOSHI LATELY AND BEING DONE WITH JUST IMPLYING THINGS AND NOW VERY INTO SHOWING THEM IN EXPLICIT HORRIFYING DETAIL. HERE’S A DEAD DOG! HERE’S A DYING CHILD! HERE’S A SIX-YEAR-OLD WHOSE MOM JUST POURED SCALDING WATER ON HIS FUCKING FACE AND SHE DIDN’T MEAN TO BUT IT’S TOO LATE AND NOW THEY’RE BOTH TRAUMATIZED. AND SHE’S USING HER QUIRK TO HEAL HIM AND HELLO, THIS ONE PANEL IS ABOUT TO MAKE ME START CRYING. KATSUKI YOU WERE RIGHT. WHY, THOUGH

(ETA: yeah this does not bode well for an upcoming flashback in which a child was presumably burned the fuck alive. feels like Horikoshi was testing the waters to see how much he could get away with. we may be in for some brutal shit pretty shortly.)

OH MY GOD A LETTER

they’re going to discharge her soon!?? IMMINENT FEELINGS INBOUND. I HAVE NO MORE SPACE TO PUT THEM!! MY HOUSE IS PACKED WITH FUCKING FEELINGS ALREADY, PLEASE

ahhhh he says he doesn’t know

this is the most realistic fucking thing I’ve read in this manga to this date. not knowing how you feel about the abusive parent who did so much harm but is now trying to change. boyyyyy howdy I feel that in my fucking bones. Horikoshi is out there delivering the real shit. goddamn

KATSUKI MY HERO

it’s as though Horikoshi placed his hands on his shoulders and said “listen up sonny boy, I’ve got an important job that only you can do. defuse this tension. in any way you can.” and Katsuki looked him dead in the eye and said “I got this”

meanwhile Deku’s hoping he can spontaneously develop another new quirk which will open up a hole in the ground to swallow him up

DEKU: “I HAD PERMISSION!!!” KACCHAN: “I DIDN’T HAVE SHIT!!”

HE IS BITCHING LIKE A DISGRUNTLED HOUSEWIFE HOLY SHIT I’M LOSING MY MIND

“A NORMAL, PLEASANT EVENING!!” yes of course, that’s why you spent the entire ride over here clinging to Todoroki’s shirt and repeating “WHY” ad infinitum. anyways as usual this child is a nightmare whose fickle tirades absolutely no one deserves to be subjected to, god bless him and I adore him so

and Deku is again apologizing for him like they’re fucking married. this chapter is filled with so many highs and lows for me, it’s wild

this, to be clear, is one of the highs. god I love it

oh shit it looks like Deku’s getting ready to say something! SOMETHING WISE, I BET

YESSSSSSS

IS HE?? sometimes this kid can just peer into other people’s souls with perfect clarity, it’s uncanny

oh my god Shouto’s face

genuine shock. he doesn’t even know how he feels, but somehow Deku is able to cut right to the heart of it

oh my god Katsuki’s there to chime right in too and say “but if you feel like he doesn’t deserve forgiveness that’s fucking fine too”

this is actually incredibly fucking supportive? anyway so guys have I mentioned within the last five seconds how much I love Bakugou fucking Katsuki. I have? well that’s okay I’ll just say it again anyway. and also I love Deku and Shouto too oh my god. bless this chapter

oh lol nevermind that still Deku talking while Katsuki is just making faces. well he’s doing his best. anyways so like I said I love Midoriya fucking Izuku

(ETA: [chinhands] do you guys think. that perhaps. Midoriya Izuku might be harboring some unresolved feelings regarding his own absent daddo. maybe. ??? why does this chapter have so many layers??)

ah I see, Katsuki spied Natsu just STANDING THERE LISTENING IN THE DARK, as one does, and that’s why the face

and also YES, Shouto is like the kindest fucking person in the whole series possibly. thank you for acknowledging that?? I’m in the process of arranging all of these new feels into a comfy little pile now, so maybe I can curl up in them. if Horikoshi insists on delivering more and more

SLDKFJSLDKFLSHGLKJKLJSLGKJSDLFKSDLFKJLSDKJFLKSL

“THE OTHER CHILD WHO’S NO LONGER THERE” RED ALERT, RED FUCKING ALERT, IT’S REALLY HAPPENING, HOLY FUCKING SHIT. REMINDER TO SELF, NEXT THURSDAY I’M GONNA HAVE TO GO ON A SELF-IMPOSED INTERNET HIATUS FOR TWENTY-FOUR HOURS BECAUSE FANDOM’S GOING TO LOSE THEIR FUCKING SHIT WITH THE SPOILERS NEXT WEEK AND I’M NOT EVEN MAD

sdfhk. oh my god. and so it was a photograph! but one which appears to be a segue into a flashback! and the law of escalating tragic flashbacks states that Touya’s is somehow going to be even more horrific than our last flashback, in which, let me just think back for a sec, oh yes, an entire family was massacred and torn into bloody chunks including a six-year-old girl and a dog, and the surviving child was then adopted by a psychopath who adorned him with severed hands and was all “NEVER FORGET HOW FUCKED UP YOU FEEL ABOUT ALL THIS” and then the child murdered some people to feel better about himself. so this is somehow going to be worse than that. well that’s just. ...I don’t even know. I literally can’t think of a lighthearted way to end that train of thought lmao. WE ARE FUCKING SCREWED. get ready to burn, baby

but meanwhile, parting thoughts

so they really do believe he’s dead. that’s confirmed. and he died (or, well, “died”) young, too, based on this picture and on the toys on that shelf. fffff

Endeavor kneeling at a family shrine to pay respects to his dead son and miserably wishing he was still alive is just. repeated stabbings of my already mutilated heart. thanks. thanks for that

he heard EVERYTHING and he’s saying nothing, because what can he say?? I meanwhile have already said “oh my god” about 1600 times in this recap, but I’ll go ahead and say it again anyway one last time because oh my god, the fucking Todofam AND THEIR FUCKING DRAMA!!!

what can I do for my family at this stage? the last plea of a desperate man struggling to make amends and piece together something he’s already shattered into a million pieces. he keeps dreaming of them being happy together, even if he’s not in the dream. he wants to do right by them, finally. but he doesn’t know how. anyways so people have been saying and saying that this arc so far has been death flag after death flag for this old coot, and you know what, they’re fucking right. this does not have a happy ending. this is going to be fucking devastating. and here I am, fully obsessed with it. fuck me

anyways I guess that’s finally everything I can think of to say. this recap is already a million fucking words so that’s fine lol. why though

[winsister91]

Imagine...

Word Count: 2100~

A/N: Sam imagine outta nowhere!! Hi guys. I’m still alive. This thing here started as an experiment, @sofreddie sent me that ^^^ lil pic up there and ordered me to roll with it. And I did! Here it is! Love you Shannon for forever kicking my ass into writing something <3 <3 <3 Fic under the cut!

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“Sam!!” Y/N screamed, seeing him flung back into the wall with the force of the Witch’s spell. He fell quiet, his body stilled and she felt her heart jump into her throat with panic.

“Fucking hunters!!” the Witch snarled, her voice distorted and almost demonic as she readied another spell, “I will ruin you!”

“Sam,” Y/N hissed, as she shuffled behind her cover to get closer to the Winchester and hastily tried to rouse him. A small trail of blood trickled from his forehead and that was all it took for Y/N to see red.

With a snarl of her own, she grabbed Sam’s pistol from his hand, jumped up from behind her cover and fired off multiple rounds at the Witch.

Fruitless. With a shrieking cackle, they retreated, vanishing in an overdramatic cliche puff of smoke.

“Really?” Y/N scoffed, growling under her breath as she stashed Sam’s gun in the back of her pants and turned her attention to him, “Sam, Sam! Oh, c’mon please get the fuck up.”

Nothing, he’s completely out cold. In the same moment, however, she felt her phone buzz inside her pocket.

Please be Dean. Please be Dean. Please be Dean.

Internally thanking Chuck, she eagerly tapped the screen, “Dean! Get here, now.”

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。 “What the hell happened!?” Dean barked, as he lugged Sam’s KO body into the motel room and dropped him on one of the beds.

“Well,” she drawled sarcastically. Rather than dwell on her worry for Sam or frustration that the witch got away, she fuelled it all into anger, “See, the funny thing about Witches is that they have this thing where they can cast magic fucking spells. Every now and then, believe it or not, one can hit ya!”

“I knew I should have gone in with you both…” he grumbled under his breath.

“Standing right here Deano,” she folded her arms and pouted, “Thanks for the confidence boost. Look, I’m sorry. This Witch bitch is clearly more powerful than any of us anticipated. So...we fix Sam up and gun for her again, right?”

“Do you even know what spell he was hit with?” Dean questioned with a frown before he checked Sam’s pulse for the millionth time.

Y/N winced, her heart clenched at the sight of Sam and an icy cold sensation of worry scurried down her spine, “....No idea…”

“Wonderful.”

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

A couple of hours passed. After an incredibly long time of grumbling and pacing, Dean declared he was going out to make some calls and see if he could get a hold of Cas. Y/N sighed with slight relief as he left, she felt responsible. The one time Sam and her go for a case alone and of course, it fucks up. She kicked herself, cursing forever in her mind as she checked Sam’s head wound again. Thankfully it was just a scratch, an easy cleanup job that she performed earlier.

“So why aren’t you waking up?” she sighed out and sat in a chair beside the bed and gripped one of Sam’s hands tightly, “C’mon you big lug, you’ve handled more than this!”

She nudged his arm with a playful shove, sighing painfully again at the lack of response. Her eyes began to burn, without Dean in the vicinity, it became a hell of a lot more difficult to ignore her breaking heart.

“C’mon Sammy…” she gripped one of his hands tightly with two of her own. She rested her head on her knuckles, squeezing his hand to the point it was probably going to cut off the blood flow, “Please be okay,” she murmured, tears threatening to break through, “Don’t leave me now…”

“I’d never leave you…” Sam breathed out, his fingers twitching in Y/N’s hold.

“S-Sam?” she jolted back in her seat, staring into Sam’s now open eyes with awe, a broad smile growing on her face, “Oh thank fuck you’re okay.”

“M-my hands going numb....” he winced under his breath, prompting Y/N to swiftly release her vice grip on him.

“Heh, sorry,” she bit her bottom lip with a soft blush, “You just had me worried there.”

With a groan, Sam moved to sit up, resting back against the bed’s headboard. He grimaced, holding his head where the small wound resided, “My head is pounding…” he frowned with a small moan.

“Yup, you’re gonna have quite the bump on the old noggin there,” Y/N smiled, so full of relief that he was conscious that her heart felt like it was going to burst through her rib cage. She swiftly jumped from her seat, rushing to her duffle to retrieve a bottle of water and tossing it to him, “Drink that, I should text Dean that you’re up.”

She sat back in the chair at Sam’s bedside, her smile still not leaving her face as she quickly yanked her phone from her pocket and began tapping at the screen.

“M’sorry…” Sam mumbled, his voice groggy.

“Huh?” she looked up from her phone, brow furrowed, “No I’m sorry. I let you get hurt, then the Witch got away….I fucked up.”

“No,” Sam said, his voice suddenly sterner as he looked at her seriously, “Anything could have happened to you ‘cause I couldn’t protect you. Then I went and worried you…”

“Hey,” she tilted her head, putting the phone down on the bedside table. She gazed back at him just as seriously, “Nothing happened and...you’re okay, so let’s just leave it at that. Team Free Will lives on!”

He smiled warmly, his body language relaxing, “I’m glad,” he said quietly, taking one of her hands and holding it gently, his thumb grazing along the back of her palm, “Anything happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do.”

She felt her heart swell impossibly larger, yet raised an eyebrow, “Uh...you sure you’re okay there, Sam?” she asked, feeling heat spread along her cheeks. She couldn’t move her eyes from their hands connected like this, “If Dean was here, he’d be all ‘no chick flick moments’,” she chuckled nervously.

“I’m better now I know you’re not hurt,” he answered, those dreamy hazel eyes of his locked on hers, “I’ll never let you down like that again Y/N. I will always protect you.”

“Sam, y-you can’t promise that,” she shook her head, eyes narrowed with suspicion, “What freaking spell did that bitch hit you with?”

That’s when her eyes widened. Spell. The pining eyes. The hand holding. The ludicrous promises. The simple fact that he’d never behaved like this with her before, even when they’d both been close to their deathbeds in the past. She had seen him behave like this once though...Becky.

She pulled her hand back from Sam’s, quickly rising from her chair and stepping back. “I know what’s going on here…” she mumbled, hastily grabbing her phone, her eyes flitting to the direction of the bathroom.

“What’s wrong?” Sam grew tense, sitting up straighter and looking at her in concern, “Have I upset you?”

“N-no!” she squeaked, ignoring her rapidly growing heartbeat. She couldn’t deny how much she’d fantasized Sam uttering sweet nothings at her, but not like this. This was just torture, “You’ve been hit with a spell, okay? Nothing to worry about though, I’ll call Dean and we’ll fix this right now!”

Before Sam could react, the bathroom door slammed shut, the lock swiftly clicking.

Y/N leaned back on the door, holding her phone to her thumping chest with quick breaths.

“Oh fuck me…” she whined quietly, tapping again on her phone to call Dean.

“Y/N?” Sam's voice echoed from the other side of the door. He sounded close, like he was directly on the opposite side, “Baby, you okay?”

“Baby!?” she quietly shrieked, feeling her heart skip a beat. She kicked herself with a pained growl, “This is not the time for feelings, woman!” she scolded herself.

“Feelings?” Dean voice came through the speaker, “The hell are you talking about?”

“Dean!” Y/N cried desperately, “Dean you have to get back here, Sam is-”

“Is he up yet?”

“Yes but-”

“Oh thank fuck. Listen, sorry for being such a bitch with you earlier, shit happens, I know. You and Sam just need to get some rest.”

“Dean!” she shrieked, “There’s something wrong with Sam!!”

“What’s wrong?” Dean’s voice suddenly grew very alert.

“I...I think-”

Y/N jumped at another knock on the door, “Y/N, please open the door,” Sam pleaded on the other side, his voice breaking with desperation, “I know there’s a spell messing with me but...I just want you to be okay.”

“Aaaah,” she whined a painful noise, “Dean, Sam’s been hit with a love spell.”

“A what spell?” Dean scoffed in confusion.

“A love spell!” she squealed impatiently, “Ya know, the over the top, lovey-dovey, outta nowhere affectionate kind!”

“And...he’s acting like this with you?”

“Yes!!” she growled into the phone, “Who else is in the general vicinity for him to suddenly fawn all over!?”

“Will you just calm down for a second?”

“Calm down!?” she wailed, her eyes wide with shock at how Dean wasn’t freaking out.

“Ask him who his favorite singer is.”

She froze, brow furrowed and jaw slack in utter confusion, “What the fuck are you talking about Dean!? We all know it’s Elvis!”

“Just do it!”

She rolled her eyes and sighed defeatedly, clueless as to why the fuck Dean would have her ask this.

“Sam?” she called out hesitantly.

“Y/N?” he answered quickly and eagerly.

“S-so…” she started, stopping to briefly shake her head with a small bemused laugh, “Dean says to ask you who your favorite singer is?”

“Celine Dion,” he answered again, just as quick and matter of factly.

“See?” she rolled her eyes, talking back into the phone, “Like I said, it’s- wait what!?”

She did a double take at the door, jumping back from it slightly with an even more confused glare and pout.

“Celine Dion?” Dean chuckled at her reaction, knowingly, “I hate to break it you, Sweetheart, ‘cause I sure as hell know Sam didn’t want you to find out like this.”

“What, that he likes love songs revolved around historical disasters!?”

“It isn’t a love spell,” Dean continued, brushing off her remark, “It’s a truth spell. Love spells generally make the target fall in love with the caster.”

“T-truth…” her eyes were now comically wide, turning and slumping back into the door, sliding to the floor.

“Listen to me,” Dean instructed, “I got a hold of Cas, and we’ve actually got a lead on the Witch. They didn’t get far so we’re going straight for them. As soon as their taken care of, the spell’s effects should stop.”

“Right…” she answered distantly, only half listening to Dean words, “J-just don’t get dead... or truthed evidently…”

“Not planning on it,” and with that, the line went silent.

Y/N took a moment, sat on the dingy motel bathroom floor. She didn’t know what to think, and for some reason...she was angry?

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

Sam paced around the next room, occasionally tugging on his hair and glancing hopefully at the bathroom door every time he thought he heard movement in there. It was getting the stage that he was considering kicking the door down because he was so wracked with worry.

Thankfully, he didn’t need to. The door finally clicked and slowly opened, Y/N stepping into view, her expression blank.

“Y/N…” Sam breathed, relief overcoming him as he exhaled a long sigh.

“You shouldn’t be standing,” she mumbled, “You could be concussed.”

“I’m not,” he said confidently, “I know...something’s not right, but I can’t...it’s like I can’t control myself.”

“Yeah,” she leaned on the doorframe, narrowing her eyes, “I guess truth spells would have that effect.”

“Truth spell?”

“Yup,” she popped the ‘p’, shoving herself off of the doorframe and slowly stepping into the room. She approached Sam like she was squaring up to him, looking up and gazing intently into his eyes, “Do...do you love me, Sam?”

“More than anything,” Sam answered instantly, almost taking himself a back as he continued, “And I have done for a long time.”

“Why did you never say anything?” she asked again, her breath shaky and cheeks pinkening.

“B-because…” he started, stepping impossibly closer to her, “I think you deserve better…”

“All these fucking years Sam…” she shook her head with a laugh, “If you just said something…”

“What?” he asked, visibly gulping down a nervous lump in his throat.

“Well…” she laughed softly again, looking back up at him, “We could’ve done this a hell of a lot sooner.”

Standing on her toes, she reached up to him, holding herself a hair’s width away from his lips.

Sam hummed in surprise when she suddenly closed the distance, pressing into him and their lips slowly gliding over each others. His arms moved to snake around her waist, holding her to him as they both lingered into the kiss. Their eyes fluttered closed, content hums and rumbles emanating from their throats before they eventually parted.

“I love you too, Sam.”

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[thiscrimsonsoul]

One thing I will never forgive Marvel for skipping (apart from Wanda's process of grief after Pietro's death) is how they didn't show a flashback of the traumatic event that caused the twins to hate Stark. Pietro tells us, but it would have been more emotional if we actually got to see it. Do you have any headcanons for it? Did you ever write the scene or flashbacks about it? Do you have FCs for the twins at that time or you simply imagine ATJ and EO younger? How did they cope while trapped?

So... I keep pretty much to canon on what they say happened to them, except with regard to Pietro right arm/hand injuries. There, I have a ton of headcanons, some of which involve him gaining and illness from breathing in dust from building materials and from holding Wanda for two days and having her kindof cut off a lot of circulation in his arm. Both of those things contributed to the nerve damage in his arm and right hand. You can read more on the subject here if anyone is interested. Wanda was not affected by breathing in the dust while they were trapped because Pietro used his shirt to cover her nose and mouth. He did this because Wanda had a lot of breathing problems when she was young, and he thought breathing in the dust would exacerbate that. Little did he know there were actually poisonous metals in that dust, and he should have been covering his own nose and mouth as well... =(

I have somewhat written the scene in a thread I did with a friend off Tumblr in which the twins could not see the name Stark on the shell dud that fell next to them, and were actually recused by Stark as part of him helping the Stark Relief Foundation in Sokovia. After rescuing the twins, a guilt Stark brings them to a hospital where it’s determined that they have some injuries and are really traumatized, and they have no living family. He tries to get them into the foster system, attempting to pull some strings to get them into a good home, but a sinkhole opens up near the hospital they’re being treated at, and Pietro is forced to use his power in front of Stark. At that point, he knows the twins need special care, and he ends up adopting them and raising them with Pepper. We haven’t gotten that far in the thread yet, but the idea is to have them discover the truth about the weapons dropped on their home as teenagers. For that thread, I use EO and ATJ as smol tinies for FCs. XD Specifically these pics here:

The only thing I would change is that Wanda’s hair would be as dark as Pietro’s, like it is in Ultron. That’s also Pietro’s natural hair color, but use of his speed strips the color from the longer parts of his hair. That’s why it seems to have almost an ombre look and why hair closer to his body, like beard and eyebrows, aren’t stripped as much. It’s because of the wind stripping effects. At that age, he would have mostly been trying to hide his abilities unless absolutely necessary, and was still figuring out how they worked anyway, so his hair would have highlights and not much more.

ATJ is older than ten in that pic by a couple years but I still like those two pics because it shows how much tinier Wanda was at that age than him. At ten, he would have looked a year or two older, and she would have looked more like seven or eight. He’s just always grown fast and big, and she was tinier and more compromised health-wise from birth. She caught up a bit and improved as she grew older, but at these tender ages the difference would have been much more apparent.

As far as how they coped... the way I wrote them in the thread with my friend was that Pietro was fine as long as he focused on protecting Wanda, and Wanda was held together by her brother. Pietro was scared, to be sure, but he just flung himself fully into protecting his sister and could talk about what he had seen and felt after being rescued a lot easier than Wanda could. Wanda, in fact, had some problems after being rescued and even during being trapped. She had panic attacks that made her wheeze and made it difficult for her to breathe, especially whenever the rubble would shift. She would scream and sob in terror and Pietro just held tightly and reassured her any way he could to get her to stay still so she didn’t move anything around. Once they’re rescued, Wanda goes from crying and screaming a lot to being completely silent. For a while afterward, she’s mute due to the trauma, and she had a thousand-yard stare most of the time.

Wanda slept in Pietro’s arms whenever her crying exhausted her enough to allow it, but Pietro was awake almost for the whole two days. He wanted to be awake in case Wanda tried to move accidentally or there was some other problem. Even as tired as he was, his first thoughts were still of her as they were being rescued. Again, most of what got Pietro through that time was his concern for his sister. It was always... help her first, Wanda’s upset, Wanda needs this or that, or just consoling her directly in the form of hold her hand or holding her and whispering comforting things to her. In this way, Pietro is essentially able to ignore a lot of his own fear and trauma for the time being because he’s so focused on Wanda’s condition. Pietro’s not really a crier, but Wanda is, heh, so if he sees her crying, he has to fix whatever’s wrong. =)

[kanasmusings]

[Translation] Uduki Arata - Story of Colors Drama Track 1

Um... Arata and Aoi are my two Tsukiuta oshis so I decided to go ahead and translate Arata’s drama track since I’ll be doing Aoi’s drama tracks, too~! ww 

Okay, since this is my first time translating for Tsukiuta and it has a lot of following compared to TsukiPro, if you’d like to use these translations to put to the drama track in a video or if you want to re-translate them, please just ask me for permission first before using them ^^ 

※ Please don’t re-post the English translations without permission. Please just like/reblog them instead ^^

Under the cut, enjoy!

Track 01: [冬・まだ遠い春] “Winter – A Spring that’s still faraway”

[0:00]

  PERSON A: What? Is something going on in the park?

PEROSN B: I can’t really tell but it looks like some filming’s going on.

PERSON C: What? We can’t pass through the park?

STAFF: We’re so sorry for the inconvenience. We’re preparing for filming right now so, you can’t use this road.

STAFF: Will it be okay with crossing through the small road the other way?

PERSON A: Um, excuse me? What is the filming for? A T.V show? A drama?

STAFF: It’s for a commercial. We’re in an information ban so I can’t talk in detail about it, sorry!

PERSON B: Heh~ You think there are celebs around?

PERSON A: Like idols and stuff~?

ARATA: (whispering) Too bad~ We are idols and all but, we’re dudes~

ARATA: There aren’t any girls around~

AOI: Arata…! Shh…!

ARATA: It’s okay, it’s okay. If we walk around confidently, no one will notice we’re here, Aoi-kun.

ARATA: Still, it’s a perfect day for filming, huh?

AOI: True. I’m glad~

AOI: Do you think the tree over there is a cherry blossom?

AOI: It’s still December so I guess it doesn’t have buds yet.

ARATA: We have another outdoor filming where the cherry blossoms are in bloom, right?

AOI: I think I heard so, too.

AOI: Waiting for the long winter to end, spring will come, and we’ll be exerting great effort then.

AOI: It’s a CM with the concept of “success in exams” after all.

AOI: What we’re filming now is the winter chapter. The next one will be called “spring chapter” it seems.

ARATA: Winter, spring, success in exams, huh.

ARATA: A student preparing for exams… We were like that, too, a while back but somehow it sounds kinda nostalgic hearing it, huh?

AOI: E-even though it wasn’t that so long ago, yeah…

AOI: Ah, speaking of a December back when we were 3rd years in high school…

AOI: We were becoming desperate because it was the “final stage” or whatever, right?

AOI: We put reference books, dictionaries, and stuff inside our bags and studied so hard whenever we could.

ARATA: No doubt it was the most I’ve ever desperately studied in my life.

AOI: (laughs) Me, too.

ARATA: In the end, we didn’t really attend prep school, huh.

ARATA: But, we managed to pass university exams magnificently with just the cramming we did with the guys at the dorm.

ARATA: I’m so grateful~

AOI: Oh, we did! The best kind of cramming~

AOI: When our studying for entrance exams coincided with Kakeru and Koi’s studying, Hajime-san and Haru-san who were acting as the teachers split in two groups.

ARATA: I heard that Shun-san was the one who taught You and Yoru, too.

AOI: Yup, yup~ We did a lot of studying here and there in the dorms, huh.

ARATA: It all turned out great in the end though!

ARATA: I mean, we live in the dorms so we’re practically in contact 24/7 with our “teachers,” right?

ARATA: When there’s something we wanna ask or if there’s something we can’t understand, we can just ask them right away.

ARATA: We don’t have time limits.

ARATA: When we see someone studying, we feel like we wanna do our best, too.

ARATA: It really was the best kind of prep school, huh?

AOI: (chuckles) No doubt about that.

AOI: I’m sure that the students are doing their best to study for exams around this time like we did.

ARATA: You’re right. Then, shall we go and get ready to film a CM for our kohais who are doing their best?

(Arata starts stretching)

ARATA: (yawns) The weather’s too good that I’m kinda sleepy.

AOI: Amazing… His motivation vanished in 5 seconds…

ARATA: Hm~ It’s so like me, isn’t it?

[03:48]

  ARATA: Alrighty…

AOI: Welcome back. Are you done with make-up, too?

ARATA: I am. The next thing to do is stay put here until they call us, right?

AOI: Yeah.

ARATA: (yawns)

AOI: Uwah~ Arata in a gakuran looks so fresh. (1)

ARATA: You, too, you know? Our school uniforms have always been blazers after all.

AOI: Yup~ And then, whenever we get work related to something like this, it’s… It’s really only sometimes but, it’s always been blazers, too, so I haven’t tried a gakuran on yet.

ARATA: Me, too! I did think that I wanna try wearing one but, I didn’t think that I’d get to do it outside a school setting.

AOI: Well, we’re in this kind of business, y’know~? (chuckles)

AOI: How is it? Do I look like a proper high schooler?

ARATA: You do, you do. I have no complaints at all.

ARATA: What about me?

AOI: You look perfectly like a high schooler, too!

AOI: It looks like our maturity as adults when we can no longer look good in high schooler’s outfits is still far, huh?

ARATA: Like, thinking positive, we still have a lot of chances to play high school students?

AOI: (laughs)

AOI: During spring’s next filming… We’ll be proper members of society then, huh.

ARATA: Somehow, time flies too fast, doesn’t it?

AOI: Really. Even our friends are like, “it’s so tiring to go to the company every day,” or they’re always wearing business suits all the time.

AOI: Everyone’s a proper member of society now.

AOI: Even though everyone was wearing a uniform like this just a while ago, huh?

ARATA: Yeah! Like, they get promoted and stuff and have subordinates, right?!

ARATA: Subordinates, I tell you!

AOI: Well yeah, there’s that too but, do you think we’ll hear from them stuff like, “I got married!” or “This person here is my wife!” or something like that?

ARATA: That’s completely possible, too. I hear that there are some who already have children at this age, too.

ARATA: Subordinates, companies, getting married… Uwah.

ARATA: I can’t get over that. I can’t even imagine it!

AOI: Well, considering how we work in an industry like this, I guess it’d be difficult to imagine. (smiles)

AOI: They’re the majority of the people and we’re not a part of it.

ARATA: The minority, huh… It was a common topic in class, too.

ARATA: We might get farther from a normal life from here on, too, huh.

AOI: Getting further from… a normal life…?

ARATA: Oh? Speaking of daily lives… While I can, I should—

(Arata starts typing on his phone)

ARATA: “I’m about to go to a filming now…”

ARATA: “We’re on stand-by right now…”

ARATA: “I’ll do my best.” And then a star mark.

(Arata uploads his post)

AOI: Are you tweeting?

ARATA: Yeah, a proper update while we’re waiting here.

AOI: You’re really diligent when it comes to tweeting, huh?

ARATA: You make it sound like I don’t do other things aside from tweeting diligently.

AOI: It’s the truth, isn’t it?

ARATA: It may be so.

AOI: (laughs) See? You won’t even deny it.

ARATA: I’m aware of it, you know?

AOI: Plus, you get excited when you’re tweeting and talk more, don’t you?

ARATA: Yeah. My passion that’s normally hidden inside overflows when conveyed in characters. (sparkles)

AOI: Passion…?

ARATA: Yeah, passion. Enthusiasm? Or in another name, energy!

AOI: Y-you’ll say that yourself…? A-as expected from an energetic person.

ARATA: Don’t praise me~ I’m gonna blush, Aoi-kun~

AOI: Y-your tension today is kinda hard to follow… (nervous chuckle)

ARATA: To cut to the chase, Aoi, make a flower bloom in my tweet. Let’s take a picture together.

AOI: “To cut to the chase” is a bit too much, you know? Well, I don’t mind either way.

(Arata stands up and approaches Aoi)

ARATA: Okay, come closer, come closer.

(Arata takes the picture)

ARATA: I’m sure that there are a lot of people who’ll get through their day with just our selfie, you know?

ARATA: Don’t you think that’s amazing?

AOI: I-I guess that’s amazing in a way but—

ARATA: Ah, wait a sec.

AOI: What is it this time?

ARATA: Since we’re here, why don’t we take a pic outside, too? With the cherry blossom [tree].

ARATA: Then, when spring comes, we can take another under the same tree.

ARATA: With the same pose, too. And then, we’ll take a pic with the flowers in full bloom.

AOI: Ah! That’s nice. It sounds interesting since it’s a filming done in winter and spring separately.

AOI: Ah, but, would it be okay for us to go outside?

ARATA: You don’t want to be seen by people~? Is your skin in bad condition today?

AOI: That’s not it! I was wondering if it would cause trouble!

ARATA: It’s okay! The staff is watching the entrance anyway.

ARATA: And only the people involved in the filming will be here for two hours.

AOI: Ah, I see. Then, I guess, it’s okay…

ARATA: It is, it is!

(they both walk outside)

[08:53]

  (Arata is taking pictures)

ELDERLY MAN: Hey, you boys. What’s going on? What is with the ruckus?

ELDERLY MAN: Can you not pass through?

AOI: (whispering to Arata) No matter how you look at it, there are bound to be civilians here, Arata.

ARATA: I guess so~ Oh…?

AOI: Um… There’s filming for a CM going on and they’re still in the middle of preparations.

AOI: I think it will take a while longer before filming wraps up…

ELDERLY MAN: What’s with that? It’s a bit troublesome, isn’t it?

ELDERLY MAN: I didn’t hear anything about this.

ARATA: It seems like the agency passed the due forms and got permission to film here, too.

ELDERLY MAN: Due forms, you say? That’s a park, isn’t it? It doesn’t concern me.

ELDERLY MAN: I can’t get home if I don’t pass through here so I’m a bit troubled.

ARATA: Your house…? Pardon my rudeness but, your house is…?

ELDERLY MAN: Hm? My house is that one with the white wall there.

ELDERLY MAN: It goes out directly to this park from the backyard and if you go through there, it’s very close to the supermarket.

AOI: (whispering to Arata) It seems like he’ll be out of breath if he goes out of his way…

AOI: (whispering to Arata) Can he really not pass through…?

ARATA: (whispering to Aoi) It reminds me of the secret base we made in a brushwood at a park back then.

ELDERLY MAN: In any case, I’ll be passing through as usual, okay?

AOI: Um…

ARATA: Ah, if that’s the case, I’ll accompany you until you reach your gate.

ARATA: I’m sure the staff won’t let you and the tools are scattered so it’s a bit dangerous.

ELDERLY MAN: I pass through here all the time. It’s not necessary for me to be taken care of.

ELDERLY MAN: You don’t have to treat me like the elderly.

ARATA: I guess so. I’m not treating you like one. Rather, I’m treating you like a guest.

ARATA: We’re the ones who left the unfamiliar tools in your way so, just in case.

ELDERLY MAN: Oh? Well… It’s just that way. Do what you want.

ARATA: Ah, yes. I’ll go help him home then.

AOI: A-ah, yeah…

[11:05]

  ARATA: Alright, we’re here. Please pass through that person standing there.

ELDERLY MAN: Okay.

PERSON B: Oh, it’s Uduki Arata.

PERSON A: Eh? Oh, it is!

PERSON C: Eh, for real!? Where?

ELDERLY MAN: Are you possibly a celebrity? I thought you were part of the staff.

ARATA: Well, I guess I’m technically a part of the staff, too.

ELDERLY MAN: No wonder I thought you were so lanky.

ARATA: Please just call me tall or something~

ELDERLY MAN: Uduki?

ARATA: It’s Arata. Uduki Arata.

ARATA: Normally, I do activities and sing and dance in a group of six people.

ARATA: We’re idols.

ELDERLY MAN: Uduki Arata… An idol? I haven’t heard that before.

ARATA: Hm… I’ll keep that in mind.

ARATA: Should I do a self-introduction while we’re at it?

ELDERLY MAN: Self-introduction?

ARATA: I’m Uduki Arata from Six Gravity, or Gravi for short.

ARATA: It was my birthday this month and I just turned 23 years old.

ARATA: My image color… Ah, it’s the color assigned to our costumes on stage.

ARATA: Well, mine’s orange. My image motif? Well, it’s sort of like our mark, too. Mine is a cherry blossom.

ARATA: It’s nice to meet you.

ELDERLY MAN: Oranges and then cherry blossoms, huh? (chuckles) How complicated.

ARATA: It’s more than enough for me that it’s easy to remember.

ARATA: Together with this handsome face, too~ (sparkles)

ELDERLY MAN: You’re quite the strange one, aren’t you?

ARATA: I get told that a lot.

(the wind starts picking up)

ELDERLY MAN: Cherry blossoms, huh.

ELDERLY MAN: I don’t really watch much TV but, it’s not just you that I don’t know.

ELDERLY MAN: To me, all celebrities are kind of like cherry blossoms.

ARATA: Oh…

ARATA: Celebrities are cherry blossoms?

ELDERLY MAN: They’re gorgeous, you can’t take your eyes off them, and they’re popular.

ELDERLY MAN: But, only momentarily.

ELDERLY MAN: If they go over what they can do now, they’ll only fall.

ELDERLY MAN: Even now, when there’s no flower in bloom, no one takes notice of it.

ELDERLY MAN: I’m pretty sure that it’s an unstable kind of living.

ARATA: I see. So that’s why it’s a cherry blossom.

ARATA: That’s deep. It was a good lesson for me.

ELDERLY MAN: You’re not mad?

ARATA: You convinced me before I had time to get mad.

ELDERLY MAN: Heh… You really are a strange one.

ARATA: I get told that a lot.

ELDERLY MAN: Well, I’m going to the supermarket.

ARATA: Yes, go on ahead. Please be careful on your way.

ELDERLY MAN: Yeah.

(the elderly man walks away)

ARATA: What an interesting person.

ARATA: So, we’re cherry blossoms, huh…

  ==END==

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