#like those trashy dating games

[kingkatsuki]

Anyway, while I was gone I was thinking of this stupid idea with Bakugou (as usual)

Imagine your eighteenth birthday is when you find out who you’re bonded to, and this bond is created via telepathy. A connection opens between two souls, and you’re able to communicate with each other no matter where in the world you are. A connection that only becomes stronger as your relationship with your soulmate grows.

But of course, connections can be broken. The same way those dreamlike fantasies of meeting your perfect soulmate don’t always work— especially when your soulmate is Bakugou Katsuki.

The first time you try to communicate with him, he brushes you off. Telling you to “piss off”, that he doesn’t “need a fuckin’ soulmate”. It’s a time in his life that arguably he needs that connection with someone more than ever. But the feelings of inadequacy and inferiority he holds inside are at an all time high as he pushes everyone away, including you. Shutting the door on any hope you had of ever having a connection with him, of finding your soulmate.

You try again a few times after, watching all your friends develop their love and even meet their soulmates. Hating the green-eyed monster that appears when you realise how bitter you actually are— to be paired with someone that has no interest in you. Cursed to be one of the ones without a soulmate, to try and find a love with another broken person like you.

The conversations are always the same— his irritation for your very existence no match for the conversations you try to start. Making it abundantly clear to you that you’re a distraction, that he doesn’t have time for a soulmate. And yet amongst his complaining that you’ve opened the link at a bad moment, or that he doesn’t need you— he always answers.

So over time you find yourself starting to give up, wondering why you’ve wasted so much time on a man that clearly doesn’t want you. The connection going quiet as neither of you try to open the link.

Radio silence.

And what makes it worse, is your friends who have perfect connections pity you. One of the lost souls without a soulmate— which is why you’re prepared to join a special program. A program that can realign your connection— to tie your soul to another.

It’s unorthodox, an extreme measure that has an endless list of side-effects. You could end up with the more undesirable members of society, who’s connections have been severed before, or the ones that abuse the system for their own benefit— and if the second connection doesn’t work out you’re unable to claim a third. But craving that special bond with someone, picturing the perfect smiles and pickett fences it’s more than worth the risks. So you plan to do it— to sever your connection with your soulmate, and find a new one.

Someone who will actually love you.

But it isn’t until one night that you hear something at the back of your mind, barely a murmur as you shoot up in bed. Squinting as you try desperately to focus on the sound— another whimper. But you can’t seem to make out much else, as you realise that it’s the same connection that you thought was completely shattered all those years ago.

“Hello?” You feel almost stupid calling out, wondering if he even realised that you could hear him again— that you were there.

“Long time no talk, hah sweetheart?” He scoffs, a choked cough spills from his lips after as he winces in pain.

“You sound like shit— is that why you reconnected our bond at four am?”

“Must’ve called the wrong number, sweetheart.” He sneers, but you can almost hear the humour in his tone.

“Well luckily for you I’m going to break our bond.” You bite back as you’re met with silence on the other end, “So you won’t have to make the same mistake again.”

“You can do that?” He whispers.

“Yeah, they can reconnect me with someone else.” You murmur.

“They won’t be as good as me.” He manages to get out before another cough wracks through his body.

“I wouldn’t know, would I?” You scrunch your nose in irritation, “But at least they’ll want me.”

“Who said I don’t want you?”

It’s not until a month later that you find out the real reason he reconnected the bond that night. That it was the night that his heart stopped beating as he almost lost his life, his body shutting down as the only thing he could think to do was to call out for you.

[nyxronomicon]

your tags in that reblog have me 🫶🏼😞 sobbing with love. thank you so much, it means a lot to me coming from you. i love you so much and i'm always thinking about that fic i first read of yours about toji + a reader with pierced nipples. you have a great mind and it's always fun to talk to you and brainstorm ideas

aww my love <3 <3 ugh the toji with pierced nipples reader is STILL a fave that I've written!

honestly I don't remember what fic I read of yours first but I wanna say it was the stepcest geto one... (um and yes it has lived rent-free in my head ever since)... I just re-read that one in fact and now he's living in my head again (suguru just has SUCH a little sis complex to me)

I also very vividly remember the stepcest goth gamer choso bc I won't lie I fantasized about that scenario MANY times (suddenly learning a lot about my priorities bc I think I have read every single one of your stepcest fics RIP... this one was bc of the goth and the cockwarming tho i promise)

BUT ALSO the band au choso..... you're a top tier choso writer for sure <3 <3

idk how we have the exact same taste but it's really such a blessing bc I am just browsing your ao3 drabbles like "whoa how have i not read that" like I didn't realize you had so many Toji drabbles in there (bull toji... 👀)??? and you and I both know that goth is the superior aesthetic for men and all men should get goth drabbles ok

[crypticminx]

hello! could I request Felix and reader leaving together at an Oxford party and their night? THANK YOU<3 could be smut or fluff whatever you prefer

Hello lovely!! Here you go!!! Hope you enjoy xx 🩷

AN: smutttt, Dom!felix, small breeding kink, daddy kink and little bit of flufff <3 P in V, unprotected sex xoxo

Oxford parties.

Drunk people scattered around like zombies, making complete utter fools of themselves on the dance floor as loud hip music blared through the drums of each speaker. Copious amounts of strong liquor was always passed around and one could only hope they didn't get sick from sharing the mouth stained bottles.

Trashy to say the least—but classy in each partygoers pumped heart.

Felix Catton was known for always being in attendance at such parties and stemmed to be the heart throbbing crowd pleaser—that is for all the enraged horny females.

Practically throwing their limp, alcohol filled bodies at him, Felix wasn’t known to be a rejecting heartbreaker, but curiosity always got the best of him, leaving himself to never turn down a good night. Even if that meant following those girls back to their messy dorms.

However, All good things must come to an end, and what—or for a better word, who was finally good for Felix was none other than the most gorgeous girl on campus: Y/N Y/L.

Cuffed, taken, bagged; Felix could proudly admit for once, with a cheery smile, that he was in an amazing relationship.

So when Y/N and Felix started to arrive at every annual party, dashing hand in hand, they received the usual jealous stares from snotty singles and the more pleased ones from their tight knit group of friends.

This night was no different from the same, besides the new arcade fire song that was blasting on repeat. Although parties were a fun festivity to end off a tiresome week of studies, Y/N didn’t find the vibe as enjoyable as previous events.

Standing in the corner holding a red solo cup that was filled with more juice than vodka, Y/N kept to herself for the most part and only encouraged herself to drink by taking a few ditzy shots with Oliver while her beloved Felix was challenged to a silly game of beer pong.

Typical, she thought

Gulping the rest of her drink, Y/N tried her best to look for Felix and while she did so, she gave herself the time to elaborate a good excuse on why they should ditch the party.

The atmosphere was sweaty, humid, and a small stench of some lightweights nasty vomit sprouted it’s aroma from the bathroom. If that wasn’t a good wake up call, what was?

Lost in the haze of people who were doing some new stupid dance trend, Y/N groaned as she felt herself bumping into someone. Nearly spilling her drink, she managed to stop herself before becoming the embarrassment of the night.

She was too full of mental exhaustion—rather more frustrated to even look at up at the soul she collided into.

“Hey,” she knew that voice anywhere and instantly felt relief.

“Jeez fel,” she called him by his proufound nickname she granted him when they first started dating, “I’ve been looking for you like a mad man!”

He chuckled and wrapped a lose arm around her shoulder. Y/N’s eyes fluttered with awe as he did just so and she quickly wondered how in the midst of the grossness around them, Felix could still manage to look so perfect.

Ugh, just a quick glance at her man and she could feel herself growing internally hungry.

Dressed in a loose throw over that appeared to have not a single alcohol stain and his hair—heavens his hair, not one strand of his neat chestnut locks was out of place. He always kept his composure, at least that was one thing different about him and his inseparable sister, Venetia.

“So, ‘m thinking,” he began as he pulled Y/N closer into his chest, the smell of his lovely cologne filling her nose with its radiant clove scent.

“Oh, so you managed to actually use your brain tonight?” Y/N interrupted him, earning a swift tap on her button nose as he goofishly grinned at her.

“Quiet you,” he cooed before leaning closer to her frame, “wanna get out of here?

Her eyes widened in delight as she felt Felix slyly move his needy hands down to the hem of her plaid skirt. A slight clench of his hands that grabbed her bottom made her want to run as fast and far away into privacy with her loving man.

“I thought you’d never ask, love,” grinning like her face had no end, Felix offered his girlfriend his hand as they were about to politely escort themselves out of the way and into the young night.

That was until-

“Oi,” a voice chirped from behind them, causing the couple to swing back as a natural reaction, “and just where do you think you two lovebirds are going?” Oliver entered his way into the picture, something he managed to always do.

“Ollie,” Felix deviously beamed, “I have things to do.”

Felix could be such a smug little asshole.

“More like a special someone to do,” Oliver winked and lifted his cup in Y/N direction, earning an annoyed look of disapproval.

Oliver was just as much as an asshole, but that’s why him and Felix hit it so well.

“Catch you in a bit,” it was more of a statement as opposed to a question, but Oliver knew what the couple was up to.

Oliver knew better than to ever insult Y/N, but the more time Felix included her in things, she developed a strong bond with his pals, but Oliver had slithered his way with getting to know her the most.

He was welcoming, kind and graciously humble, unlike some of the many pricks that marked their way in Oxford, not caring who they belittled or how they did it.

“Whatever you say Mrs. Catton,” she playfully flipped Oliver off as he shook his head with a small chuckle, turning his back away from Y/N and Felix and into the crowd of people.

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“Felix!” Y/N giggled before she fell to the ground, laughing all the way down as she felt long, uncomfortable pieces of grass embrace her body. It was almost a tickling sensation.

“Shhhh,” Felix cupped his hand over her lipstick stained mouth, feeling her warm breath on his palm as it seemed nearly impossible for her to stop herself, “I don’t want to cause a scene my darling.”

With all her might, she moved Felix’s hand away from her face and contently sighed, “oh, but you always do, my love.”

“Feisty now?” He cocked an eyebrow down to where she layed like an angel in the field, waiting for him to avenge her with his sweet love.

“For you, always.”

“Then let’s stop wasting time,” he groaned, feeling his cock twitch at the thought of getting to put it in his sweet girl, tension rising within him to get the job done right, but to also make it lasting and worthwhile.

There was nothing more he loved than making her release herself in waves of pure ecstasy that came with her angelic moans of delight.

Throwing his shirt off somewhere in a small bush behind him, his graceful fingers took absolutely no time in undoing Y/N’s silk, button down and uncuffing her bra.

He was marveled at the sight before him and without any hesitation, he leaned down and began to mark her smooth skin with aggressive kisses that were filled with passion.

Y/N being half naked and about to do it in a forest; it seemed like something from a cheesy movie.

Doing the deed at a house party was cliche and reminded Felix of his past more than he liked to remember and doing it on one of the various campus balconies was adventurous—but a total letdown once it started to rain over Felix and Y/N.

However, now felt like the right time.

“Love,” Y/N gently spoke in between long kisses from Felix, “are you gonna take off my skirt?”

Y/N startled in place as Felix almost ripped off all of her bottoms, fearing he had broke one her favourite skirts he had purchased for her.

Fully naked, Y/N felt an immediate sensation of heat rush over her body and instantly forgot about all the outdoor surroundings as Felix yanked off his belt and threw away his jeans and boxers into mid air.

It was just her, Felix, and all the nights starry glory that was upon them.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he hands fondled her breasts, hard nipples graced the tips of his palms, “you’re beautiful.”

It might’ve been too dark for Felix to see it, but Y/N still managed to blush every time he complimented her—which was practically every heartfelt second they spent together .

“Fel,” she started to beg, “I need you.”

He eagerly placed himself back on top of her, leaving his hard cock to graze the outside of her already soaked cunt. In any regular situation, he would’ve been thrusting with all his might, but tonight he was feeling different.

“Not until you say my name, darling,” he demanded.

“Please daddy.” Y/N squeaked, panting for him to enter himself inside of her.

“That’s my good girl,” he smirked in delight, pushing himself with ease as his rock solid cock glided into Y/N.

“Mmm,” she tried to fight back a moan, but it was no use. She needed him more than ever.

She felt her legs twitch as they melted into bliss as Felix steadily did what he does best; fucking her.

“Baby,” he groaned as he maneuvered himself to grab her soft hair as he dove into her neck for more kisses, “you always get so damn wet for me.”

Y/N moved closer to his frame as his hands tugged her head to his face, his cock continuing to puncture her in all the right ways.

He violated her mouth as his tongue swirled in fast pace with hers, Y/N having to breakaway from his kiss just to catch her breath.

“Oh Felix—daddy,” she bit her lip, feeling himself plunge harder into her as she mistakenly called him by his name, “I want to cum.”

“Not yet darling, let me feel you more.”

Y/N toes curled as he let out a loud groan of pleasure, looking down at her flushed face, he was so proud to call her his girl.

“Mmm sweetheart,” he panted in between breaths, “aren’t you tired of Oxford.”

Oxford? Why the hell was be going on about school during intercourse?

“N-Not really,” she squeaked in response.

“Well baby,” he lingered his way back to her face, planting sloppy kisses as he felt her nails scratch deep into his lean back, “when can I take you out of here and make you my pretty little wife?

Y/N hummed in response, closing her eyes as they relaxed into bliss, “you plan on knocking me up too, yeah?”

Felix couldn’t tell if she was being serious—what is said during sex is not always reality, but just the mild thought of him getting the chance to plant his seed in his beloved made him turn ravenous.

He would do anything for Y/N, but if he could keep her away from any thirsty Oxford boys and make her his wife and potential mother of his children, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

“Jesus,” he croaked, already feeling himself starting to lose his pace due to his cock becoming seconds away from releasing into her. “You have no idea, my baby.”

“Daddy—“ Y/N shouted through the bushes of the forest garden, “come with me.”

And like the perfect scene from a porno film, the couple came in unison, wordlessly twinkling at each other with a strong glimmer of love in each one of their eyes.

Y/N let herself be free and rolled her head back, enjoying the climax of her orgasm, feeling more than satisfied with Felix’s overwhelming stimulation of an erotic performance.

She sighed, “I love you.”

Felix, already trying to find her clothes so she wouldn’t freeze in the cool night. “I’m serious, y’know.”

“About marriage or…”

“All of it, my darling,” he gently patted Y/N’s head of messy hair due to their rough embrace.

“But right now?” Y/N sounded hesitant, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t up for it.

“Whenever,” he sat down to her side, passing her ruffled clothing, before leaning to kiss her gracefully on the cheek. “I’d wait an entire lifetime for you, angel.”

Y/N knew the time wasn’t right, they had their whole lives ahead of them, but then again, she could always stop taking her birth control and see what fate would have in store for them.

Though—for now at least, she felt at ease and more than happy to have another memorable shared night with her lover.

[osaemu]

OSAMU DAZAI: ❛❛ FALSE GOD ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ dazai's far from the perfect boyfriend, and you're not the perfect girlfriend either. NSFW

contents: fem!reader. gets kinda angsty but nothin' major. toxic undertones. not a songfic but there's one line from false god included. mostly cunniligus. kinda self-indulgent.

author's note: obscure ending, interpret it however u want.

osamu dazai is a cynic, and he has no shame in admitting that.

every word you say and every man you smile at, dazai knows. behind those coffee-brown eyes lie a calculated gaze, and it's fixated on you. it's as if you're nothing more than another pawn in his games — just another player for dazai to manipulate at his will.

dazai figures that it's just human nature. everyone has their own motives, and everyone has their own secrets. being raised by the mafia, he's practically been trained to analyze every move made by another. after all, since he can't read minds, he has to assume that even you can't possibly be this good to him.

one day, when you bring him lunch at the agency, he asks what you'd like in return. you pause, a bit confused, before shaking your head and replying that it wasn't meant to come off that way. dazai insists that he do you a favor or something in return in order to avoid being indebted to you.

it stings, really, the idea that dazai thinks that your relationship is nothing more than a contract. and after weeks go on with dazai's suspicious eyes boring into your back every time you do a favor for him, you finally tell him so. you tell him what you thought you'd never have to tell him — that you don't have any ulterior motives in dating him.

dazai disagrees.

"i can't talk to you when you're like this," you murmur, shaking your head. and you really can't. honestly it's frustrating and draining — you don't want to have to prove to dazai night after night that you aren't with him for anything else than him.

your boyfriend's eyes narrow slightly, and clearly, he's trying to find your angle. is this a ploy to gain sympathy from him? or are you trying to guilt-trip him into doing something for you later? whatever it is, dazai decides that the best course of action would be to leave. for now, at least. he'll come back when you're asleep.

"okay."

dazai turns and leaves, going off to who-knows-where to do who-knows-what. you're left standing in the doorway, dumbfounded and not sure where to go from here.

two wineglasses and three hours later, he returns and finds you passed out on the couch. under any other circumstances, dazai'd be worried, but there's a trashy romcom playing in the background and a half-empty wine bottom on the table, so he figures that you're fine.

he walks over, careful not to wake you. dazai holds a bouquet of pink roses in one hand, and he uses the other to gently caress your cheek.

"god, you're so dramatic," dazai whispers, eyes trailing over your drowsy figure. his words are laced with muted affection, as if he can't find a way to express it without a petty insult on top of it. and well, maybe you are somewhat dramatic, but the way he sees it, he'd rather make up now than drag this on later. he sets down the bouquet and kneels down to your level, and the faint scent of whiskey lingers in the air.

"i wish i could be your perfect boyfriend," dazai says quietly, trailing his fingers through your hair. "but i just can't be, and if you want me to leave, i will."

dazai knows you're awake and listening to every word, and he also knows that you don't underestimate him. he's confident that you're aware that he knows you're not actually asleep, but for the sake of the moment, he gives you that choice. you can either keep pretending to sleep and brush him off, or you can open your eyes.

you open your eyes.

maybe you're just a hopeless romantic, but you could swear that a soft, relieved sigh escapes dazai's lips. lips that are now on yours as dazai attempts to make up for all the times he's pushed you away. and it's likely that even now, dazai won't change. he never does, no matter how many promises he makes. but it's nice that for once, he's trying to make up for what he's lost. even if it isn't much.

but you do get pretty close to forgiving him when his mouth isn't the only part of him on you. dazai's slender fingers make quick work of his coat as he tosses it to the side, eyes focused on you, only you. he doesn't have time to wonder if this is what you wanted all along of if it's just the sex scene in the romcom that's making him do this, but one thing leads to another and soon he's eating you out, tongue turning the edges of your vision white.

if you had doubts about the existence of heaven before, they were gone now. you swear you can see stars as dazai eats you out, and the lewd sounds that fall from your lips are downright sinful. you beg for more, more, more, and dazai obeys, giving you everything that you ask for.

it's funny how weeks of underlying tension can be eliminated in the span of an hour, but if there's anyone who could do it, it'd be dazai. as his tongue flicks in and out of your drenched cunt, your ability to form cohesive words vanishes, and all you're left with is his name.

"god, 'samu, please don't stop," you gasp, hands tangled in his hair as he looks up at you from his spot in between your thighs. his mouth has always worked wonders on you, whether it's through his poetic words or if it's through his skillful tongue, and now is no different.

your chest heaves as the coil in your stomach tightens as you feel yourself getting closer to your breaking point. you're entirely convinced that the world's stopped around you, and that there's nothing but you, dazai, and his lips in the universe.

if death was like what you were feeling right now, then by all means, you were entirely willing to give up your life for pleasure like this. the feeling of transcendence from your spot beneath dazai to a world above was unlike any other, and only dazai could take your hand and lead you there.

"eyes on me, darling," dazai murmurs, voice barely audible over the smutty noises coming out of your mouth. somehow, his voice is steady, and if you weren't so fucked out, you'd overthink this by leaps and bounds.

you chant his name like a prayer as you fight to keep your eyes open. you want nothing more than to tilt your head back and close your eyes, but somehow, you're certain dazai would end this torturous, hedonistic moment if you were to disregard his words.

blind faith was stupid, so stupid, but times like these would make you follow dazai anywhere. his words, his lips, his eyes, all of it. who were you, a mere mortal, to resist his decadent charms?

"more," you whisper.

he gives you more. dazai fucks you until your vision is hazy and you can't feel anything but him, and when you finally start to come down from your hour-long high, you're met with the sound of his sultry laugh.

"you wanted this, didn't you?" dazai breathes, eyeing you intently.

you nod, unable to do much more than that. dazai hums in reply, lean body collapsing on top of you. his mind is spinning, processing thousands of little details and thoughts all at once. his head hurts, his body's sore, and he's tired and ready to sleep, but one look at your fucked-out smile and he's hungry for more.

dazai presses his lips to your bare shoulder, and maybe you're imagining it, but you sense an undertone of self-satisfaction in what he whispers next.

"that's what i thought."

[sukunasfangurl]

Okay so like here are some sukuna hcs :3

I'm drooling over this mf too much and I'm bored asf, so have fun and read to your hearts content!!

POV: Sukuna hates your ass, but he found you interesting and kept you around, and now he's basically an iPad kid, and your the iPad. (It's late idk why this is funny)

SFW

- Calls you cute pet names instead or your actual name since he met you!

Dumb female, woman, worthless trash, trashy female, maggot (how lovely!!)

To..

(Wretchedly adorable disgustingly beautiful woman/j, little bunny, brat, my weakling)

Not really into cute cheesy stuff so he either keeps it mean or simple, maybe sometimes cute.

- when he met you, you either had to have some good stories to tell him or an interesting personality, or else he probably would've ignored u or killed you tbh.

- he doesn't like to admit it, but he loves to listen to you talk, and converse with you when he's bored.

- whether you know how to cook or not, he doesn't care that much.. (he has uruame or wtv) but if u do know how then that's a wonderful bonus!

- he'd play board games with you, or any kind of games if he was really bored.. (also wanted something to be good at and beat you with) if he looses he'll probably just fight you one on one to remind you who's better in general

- when he goes out destroying villages and killing people, he brings you back expensive souvenirs before leaving. Once he saw a woman with beautiful clothing, he thought it would look good on you, so after he killed everyone he took it and gifted it to you! :3

- doesn't care so much about the dating stuff, if he has you around so much then your already his, so why put a status on it?

- I don't think he would marry.. but if he ended up being madly in love with you or had some sort of admiration towards you, he would just get a ring and put it on you, say your mine/my queen forever and be done with it

- he actually secretly loves when you want to cuddle him from time to time.. he likes your warmth while he puts his huge 4 arms around you and cradle you

- jealous? Sure, possessive? Definitely, this guy will not tolerate other men getting close to you. If they talk with you, he'll be pissed sure, but he knows you won't actually get to close, but touch you? Flirt? Yeah, they're dead.

- loves squeezing your thighs/belly, anything he can get his hands on, not even sexually sometimes, he just wants to feel you (calms him down sometimes)

- when you annoy him too much, he rolls his eyes and flicks your head or arm playfully, then tells you to leave him alone for now. If you get sad about it he'll probably get more mad and just pull you into his arms and squeeze you, "whatever, sorry you sensitive weakling.." kisses you and let's u annoy him for a bit longer

- loves to eat, whenever he's hungry he likes to eat and talk with you sometimes, mostly listen to you talk. He stuffs your mouth with some cow meat or something because he thinks your face looks cute stuffed. If your a vegetarian, he'd probably roll his eyes once you told him and tell you how you would not like meat. (Shows up with a whole farm worth of fruits and veggies to get uruame to make a custom meal for you)

NSFW

-when yall fuckin, he definitely degrades and groans real loud tbh.

- names like, slut, my little cumdump, whore, and all those nasty names come up

-he def has a breeding kink

- loves to mark you, biting everywhere he can, scratching, just to wake up the next morning and see you covered with his love marks is so satisfying to him

- when you get too tired, he stops after a bit and lays down beside you for you to sleep in his arms, if he's still not satisfied he'd probably be pissed but it's alr there's always tomorrow

- he's big, hella girthy too I must say

- he loves missionary or mating press the most, the look on ur face makes him feel even more powerful and when you ride him it's even better seeing you struggle to take him

- spanking goes crazy tbh, loves hearing your yelps and whines when he spanks too hard

- he's so good at eating you out, like seriously, way too good. He doesn't even bother looking up at you most times, too focused on your taste and sounds you make when he gets too rough on eating that shi out 💯

Alr I'm too tired for more but if you have any characters u want me to do go ahead and comment em!! Sorry if this was bad I was half passed out but I'll do better trust, goodnight!

[fractiflos]

For the ask game, a prompt: Duoholders and ice-skating. Thank you!

Hooray, my first ask!

Yoichi has always wanted to become a figure skater, but his brother wouldn't let him near any ice, as when he was very young, he ran outside, got lost, and almost died from hypothermia. AFO has been paranoid about Yoichi being in the cold ever since. So paranoid, he moved them to one of those tropical countries where the coldest you get is like, 60 degrees (15.5 Celsius) during winter. And even then, Yoichi can't go outside without a jacket. At least this is a no-quirks AU, so AFO can't vault him.

Meanwhile, Second grew up in that country with dreams of becoming a figure skater as well. His parents were supportive of his dream and he became a professional figure skater. He met Third in college (always gotta get a degree to fall back on) and they decided to partner up and debuted as a duo. Naturally, all the tabloids claim they're secretly in love or already dating.

They're not, but Yoichi (a lover of trashy gossip magazines) totally believes it and is very happy that his favorite figure skating duo has found love. All he wants is to see them perform, but with his brother being the way he is, he knows it's not possible. Luckily, his brother's fiancé, Inko Midoriya, is very supportive and tells him that they'll be competing in a competition right in their country in about a week and offers to distract him so Yoichi can go.

He takes the deal and a week later, he's at the stands, bundled up and waiting to see them perform. Now here's the thing: The Number Duo, despite their youth, has never failed to perform a move. But the moment Second sees Yoichi in the stands, it's love at first sight and he completely forgets where he's at. This causes him to fail to catch Third, who ends up slamming into the ground and breaking his nose. They lost that competition.

Second decides to drown his sorrows at the nearest bar and bumps into a certain white-haired man who immediately recognizes him and is star-struck. Second tells him he must be pretty disappointed about their performance, causing Yoichi to go on a rant about how amazing they were and how he's glad they can live out their dreams because he can't and ends up complaining about his brother and tells his entire life story. (He's a little tipsy)

Second can't imagine not being able to enjoy any form of ice skating, and decides that the best way to remedy this is to take him to the ice-skating rink and teach him. Right then and there. (He's also a little tipsy)

Cue the romantic trope of breaking into a closed ice-skating rink, leaving some money on the counter and then trying to skate while drunk. This is then followed by the romantic trope of Yoichi eventually slipping and falling right on top of Second, which as we all know, leads to them kissing.

Yay happy ending - Ah, you forgot that Yoichi thinks that Second is dating Third. He runs away, ashamed of himself while Second is left to wonder what he did wrong.

This is getting long so I'll leave it here and let people interpret this as they wish. Will Second be able to chase him down and explain? Will AFO find out and do something terrible? Will Third get his revenge for the broken nose? And will Endeavor, who owns that ice rink, finally do something about his terrible security?

[p-redux]

Just a question, a serious one, for you or anyone else here. Sorry, this is a long post.

If you are totally okay with whoever S wants to date and you are just happy for him, then why do you allow people on your blog to trash these women? I know a couple of the women he's supposed to have dated have done some things to and/or said some things about Sam that were bad. But most of them still follow him (if they did before) and most of them have said nothing bad about him. Why not defend them? We don't know for sure which of them he dated casually, more seriously, or at all. It's mostly conjecture. Why are the women always attacked?

If we all do really love Sam and his work AND support whatever type of love life he chooses, then why do we look for every bad trait about the women associated with him? I do think a couple of them maybe wanted him for his money or fame, but all of them didn't do that. Sam is a grown-ass man, and while I do think he is a nice and sweet people pleaser, I don't think he is gullible enough to only go out with women who want to use him or who are trashy. It's terrible for women to attack other women when the only reason they do it is based on conjecture.

I know many here won't agree with me, but when I look at Katie , Abbie, and Mackenzie I don't see fake, plastic , bougie women. There are others we have seen him with who also don't look that way. Why would we assume he's attracted to those types? Just because he looks at or follows women who might fit that type, doesn't mean that's the type of woman he really wants a relationship with. The women I see on IG often just remind me of what has always appeared in men's' magazines, it's just easier now to post your own photos. Much of that is fantasy and men are really visual.

Personally, I just don't believe he has dated every woman associated with him in the last 10 years. I just don't. I also don't believe he has dated someone if we have no actual proof. Being around someone, friends with someone, hanging out with someone, having a meal with someone doesn't always mean dating them. Everyone jumps to conclusions EVERY SINGLE TIME he is rumored to be connected to a woman. I have even read where Sam said there are numerous scenarios about who he has dated or is dating and many of them aren't true.

Sure, it's fun to speculate. But when it moves to attacking these women, that's too far. We don't know Sam or any of these women personally- at least most of us don't. We only know what they may share on SM. I find it appalling the ugly, hateful things I have seen written about Karina Elle and Monika Clarke in the last year or so, for example. Unless someone here has more proof than I have seen - real proof- we don't know IF or how long he actually dated either of them. We don't know if he dated one, but not the other. We don't know if he dated them both at the same time. Only Sam and the women know for sure. Without irrefutable proof, we don't know what happened between them. Someone dropping an anon that he was at a football game with his hands on KE's ass, or that he was spotted in Brooklyn with a tall, beautiful brunette shopping but with NO photos just isn't proof. I'm sorry, but if you can hang around a location long enough to KNOW it's Sam and KNOW the identity of the woman, you can get a photo. I know many say they didn't take a photo because they didn't want to invade their privacy. Well if that's true, then why post about it on a fan blog???? I would guess that any fan who may have seen him with a date and asked for a photo with him- who genuinely likes and respects Sam-- probably knows who he was with and has chosen not to post it anywhere out of respect for Sam and the woman.

I fan over him too. Sometimes I love the speculation too. But these women are real human beings and we need to remember that. And if we love and respect Sam, we need to respect his own choices. He doesn't need my permission to date or care about any woman. But if I respect him, I shouldn't trash a woman he chooses to spend time with.

Anon, you've mistaken me for some other blogs. This is PURV, one of my number one rules for my blog is that I don't allow any hate toward Sam or Cait OR Tony OR any woman Sam dates. I delete hate comments other people may have left on my posts, and I warn the person that if they do it again, I'll block them. Sometimes, people will reblog a post and leave a hate comment, but there's nothing I can do there because I can't delete a reblog. But the person will automatically get blocked.

So, please pay better attention or realize you're mistaking me for other blogs, I don't tolerate hate for the women Sam dates at all. If anything, out of respect for him. If he picks a woman to date, then he must find qualities in her he likes, and that's good enough for me. Whatever and whoever makes him happy, I'm happy for him. Simple as that.

As for your specific comment about not knowing whether Karina or Monika dated Sam. Um, the sighting at the football game was not an Anon. It was an identifiable real person who was at the game and saw them together and their interactions. A source I directly talked to. She has no horse in this race, no reason to lie. I got the info from her directly and I know her full identity. So, there is NO doubt her sighting was real. As for Monika, there are PICS of Sam and Monika KISSING at a restaurant in New York. And I also DMed with the photographer who TOOK the pics. He confirmed neither Sam or Monika's people called him. He's a photographer active in New York and gets around a lot. The pics are real and the kiss was real.

So, while you're right that there are some women associated with Sam where it's only speculation with no proof...the two you mentioned there IS proof. And plenty of others as well. Simply search my blog or do a Google Search. There's more proof for Karina and Monika than the two instances I mentioned. And he didn't date them at the same time.

And to reiterate: I, Purv, DO NOT allow any hate on my blog toward ANY woman Sam dates. And certainly no hate for Cait's husband, Tony. Apparently that wasn't clear to you. I hope it is now. Sorry to be pissy, but it's annoying seeing this first thing in the morning, when I've literally made it my blog's work to NOT hate on any of Sam or Cait's significant others. I'm one of the few blogs who sets this boundary.

Have a nice day, Anon, but please, if you're going to take the time to write such a long Ask, do your research first before accusing someone of something FALSE. Thank you.

Happy Monday, everyone! 🙄🙃

[hypergamiss]

hello queen, I have a pathetic question about dating: how to not feel jealous at those who seem like they’ve found “the one” already? Ik all that stuff about everyone being on their own journey and stuff, but it does hurt sometimes. I’ve never even dated so seeing everyone find their one is heartbreaking sometimes. Ik there’s the bad parts of dating such as my friend saying her guy is the one and love of her life (they recently bought a house together) but also that he plays video games often and she feels bored and lonely at times. Sometimes tho I just want that relationship for the dumb sake of saying I have a boyfriend, or that attention. How the hell do you get over it and be content with yourself? It genuinely feels like no one is single around me /: maybe I’d feel differently if I had some single friends to relate to? Idk I just feel jealous all the time, and it isn’t good for me or my future. I should be focusing on creating the best version of myself but this insecurity is holding me back. It feels like a what do these girls have that I don’t? My friend told me a lot of ppl just settle and that’s why they’re in relationships but it didn’t make me feel better. I just want to find my “one” perfect ambition, hard working guy already. Sorry for venting, I love your account and advice.

Listen, social media is a dating reality show edited to make you feel like a loser. All you get are the bouquets and champagne dates, never the screaming match about dirty dishes. But lemme tell you, relationships are WORK. Even those picture-perfect couples have their "Why did I do this?" moments and silent car rides filled with unspoken resentment. That's just reality, even if it doesn't fit on an Instagram caption.

Being single can be tough, but let's not pretend relationships are a magic fix. It's about trading one set of problems for another, usually spicier ones. Don't get me wrong, the right person is worth it, but life isn't a fairytale. Notice how those couples with the constant PDA often go silent when things get messy?

Here's where self-discovery comes in. Sometimes those relationship cravings are masking something else – a need for excitement, validation, whatever. Figuring that out is way more productive than doom-scrolling relationship goals.

You think having a partner is this automatic happiness upgrade, but I've been on the other side, in a relationship feeling lonelier than ever. Trust me, it's a mind-blowing kind of awful, followed by a new level of depression. That's the thing nobody talks about.

So, I rock my single status because guess what? I've got standards. Settling for mediocrity just to avoid being alone? Nope. I'd rather invest my energy elsewhere. Because contrary to all that rom-com nonsense, you can't outsource your happiness to another person. You gotta build that for yourself.

A healthy relationship is two happy people adding to each other's lives, not draining each other dry with emotional baggage. That's why I'm perfectly content rolling solo until the right one comes along. Do you want dependence and drama? There are plenty of trashy reality shows for that.

Yeah, it's different from the usual "find your soulmate" BS, but it's REAL. You want fulfillment? Build that life for yourself first. The rest either falls into place, or you realize you're happier without another person's dirty socks in the mix.

[m0rtisxfuchs]

If you want to follow Ren's steps so bad I have some thoughts on how to do that exactly. For instance at first you'd be forbidden any clothes at all, you know, so after a week or two walking around butt naked you'd happily agree on that cheep underwear option.

For scars we'd make it like piercing appointments, one by one, on scheduled time. Wouldn't be a secret for you so I can see how you behave closer to the date. Overly nice, maybe hoping I'm going to forget? Or are you going to be the opposite, too eager, too greedy, walking around whining about why can't I make it sooner?

The shock collar is your favourite part, yes? Going to be honest with ya, I'm zero at mechanics and wouldn't for the love of me be able to create something similar to what Strade did. Wouldn't be much of a problem tho, not like shock collar is something one can't find at online stores. Or, at the end of the day a customary piece can always be made by someone else, for the fitting payment of course.

Just like in btd there would be option to choose how high the voltage is. I think we'd start with the low one but it would go higher and higher for each mistake you're making. At first by the end of each day you'd be quite literally fried. Later you'd learn how to behave tho... then I'd start randomly shocking you just for the sake of it. Laughing at your confused facial expressions for you won't be able to understand what was each zap for.

I could force you to listen to *only* anime osts and openings, eat only chocolate and other sweets (and raw chicken hearts, heh), play only a few anime based trashy games I'd assume are Ren's favourites... and before you say that it doesn't sound so bad think about how it's going to feel after weeks or even mouth of not being able to eat something else or entertain yourself in any other way.

Those are just off the top of my head tho.

And I should probably go back to putting signatures.🕯️

…NSFT under cut? Idk I’m. 😵‍💫 after reading this /pos

I would def be the opposite of it, would be whining and wanting them to come sooner. I love getting hurt because I’m a pain whore so~ I’ll look pretty with all those scars though ngl <3

Jokes on you, majority of my diet is already chocolate and sweets anyways and I love trashy anime shit and osts so I probably would be enjoying myself~

I am 100% certain you could find someone out there twisted enough to recreate strades collar for you, probably would cost a pretty penny or two butttt it’d be worth it~ Also randomly shocking me and using it to train me… mmff I think I’d pop a boner ngl .//////.

Would you manhandle me like Strade? Would you make me eat a lot of meat besides chicken hearts too to feed into my carnivore instincts? Would you boss me around? <3

God. This is so. Mmmmm.

[davekat-sucks]

honestly the shipping quadrant/romance drama shit is the de facto worst part about homestuck and the fact that the epilogues, hs^2/beyond canon, AND 90% of fan content is *just* that makes me disappointed. remember the goofs? the japes? the comedic moments and characters mixed with ten minute long epic animated flash sequences? whatever happened to that

Part of me wants to think quadrants were introduced as part of Alternian cultural to highlight how their complicated polygamy relationships are a BAD THING. Maybe some are necessary because the trolls were a violent race to begin with, but others can argue that it is because Doc Scratch conditioned the species to be like this. It's why trolls find simple friendships that aren't labeled as moirails of any kind to be foreign since they don't believe multiple or other people can help one another out. They even made it a point about how you will be KILLED if you don't have intercourse with someone in either two certain quadrants. Nobody should have to die if they don't fuck someone to help reproduce their race to create more child soldiers. It's also to poke fun at how shipping is, which is what this fanbase is about. Nobody cares about the jokes or fight scenes with cool music. It's all about who fucks who without actually fucking. Even now in dubious sequels like Beyond Canon, there has not been ONE ANIMATION movie/game of any kind for over 600+ pages. Isn't that what drawn people into Homestuck in the first place in its early days? The interactive flash games and fight scenes? When it used to actually be about VIDEO GAME MECHANICS? If I wanted to play a game about romance, I'd just load up any trashy visual novel dating sim and all one has to do is press A or click through text. Even then, at least those can give me BAD ENDINGS if I make wrong choices.

[mitchiegonewild]

aot youtuber headcanons part 1

Eren: "jaegerbamb"

Eren games. ik this sounds like such a cop out answer but cmon...that dude would have streamy-worthy rage-quits, the best lives, and the most entertaining streams

he would repost all the edits people make of him

he moves to twitch after a while on youtube

all of his fans swear hes fine but everyone who's not is like "yeah hes like a 6"

he rarely collabs with anyone but when he does its always with either mikasa or armin who beat his ass, or connie just bc he loves connie

he HATES horror games and his subs know it so they always request those games and 9 times out of 10 he ends up crying

Mikasa: "wiccanest"

she does manifestation and spirituality stuff

she helps all her baby witches and is EXTREMELY avid about doing things the right way so her subs dont get hurt

she looks scary in her thumbnails but shes actually the softest person to ever exist in her vids

her cats are almost always featured in her videos. their names are keyboard and snufkin

shes also pinterest famous and uploads the most random yet aesthetic stuff

she did a gym vlog video with annie once and everyone went crazy bonkers bananas

Armin: "MinnieASMR"

an asmrist and i will die on this hill

he gives out studying tips on there too and does "study with me :)" videos

he did a mukbang once and never again because connie was in his comments like "ZAMN DADDY LOOKS GOOD WHILE HE MONCHIN??😍😍😍" & "THAT CRUNCH AT 8:29 IM ABT TO BUST A NUT😩"

does tiktok lives but falls asleep on them

choked on his water one time while the mic was at full vol still and woke up a good 2/3rds of his streamers

does the best energy plucks

Connie: "conman reacts"

a react channel

hes like coryxkenshin, but he only plays games with eren

hes actually really funny though, and he does a lot of streams so he can interact with people, and he also has a podcast that he hosts with sasha and jean

actually threw up on camera when someone asked if he and sasha were dating (that was the day they both came out LMFAO)

he is strong asf in every single try not to laugh challenge but the SECOND he hears "wenomechainsama" or any low quality meme and he loses it

he and mr beast did a video together once and connie blew a coke up in his face. he was not invited back

Annie: "Annie's How To's"

self defense videos and life inspiration

posts maybe once every four months because she forgets that she has a channel

got acrylics PURELY to show people with long nails how to knock a motherfucker out

actually ended up liking them and gets them when shes not filming

sometimes appears in mikasas videos to do yoga with her

has little 8-minute mindfulness videos

Sasha: "sasha.b"

sasha doesn't do food videos bc im tired of always seeing her with food shit, so i say she does a brittany broski type thing where she literally just does the most unhinged and wild shit whenever and its funny as hell

connie is her sarah schauer and jean is her bestie taylor

shes gone on literally so many podcast episodes and just gets drunk while telling literally the most outrageous stories from her childhood

was a born and raised tennessee girlie that moved to chicago

is mikasas roommate and photobombs her videos almost constantly, but just with a little wave

obsesses over medias and just will not stop talking about it for weeks on end and then moves on in a blink

Jean & Marco: "Jean & Marco V.S. The Paranormal"

they are literally buzzfeed unsolved

jean does not believe in ghosts. marco very much does and says his Catholic Prayers at least thrice in each video

jean twerked for annabelle and she threatened to brutally kill both of them

marcos super respectful and is always like "the dress you have in this picture is just lovely" and jeans like "first of all...youuurrreee nothing but a trashy hoe." and then gets surprised when the ghost targets him

marco fell through a haunted bar's roof and started singing "the lord is my shepherd" and jean stopped himself mid rescue to laugh

a rumor got started that marco was actually dead and a ghost and there is now a national funeral day for marco in the "Jean & Marco V.S. The Paranormal" fandom

Hange: "Science Rulez"

an account purely for middle school science teachers

theyre an actual scientist not just a youtuber but on their off days because they love their job so much they'll do tiny little videos

they are VERY passionate about teaching biology in schools

they have pet turtles and ferrets that they heavily feature and call them their "assistants" (moblit has a "hey, im right here!" voice bite that they usually play)

moblit is their begrudging camera and light man because he just wants to be able to go on vacation with them on their time off

hange covers EVERYTHING from astronomy to fucking quantum physics and always gets comments about how they changed students whole grades and they ALWAYS respond and/or like

[iwsynttr-project]

WAAAHHH I just saw people have been posting about the project on Pinterest???

THANK YOU???

I am so pink oh my goodness aaa

I'll give some updates then so people know we're not just slackin', haha;;

This past week we've been hella busy with church, school, trying out programs, still figuring out the whole learning to drive thing, stuff with disability, etc... but especially with Valentine's Day & Moose's birthday.

CJ came up to visit which was really special & we got to eat out & get boba all together which was super nice as he doesn't live too close by ever since we moved a few years back.

I recently got most of my m3dz figured out so I might be able to start hrt within the next year, & it sounds like the date has been set for CJ & I to get married this April 29th!

On top of all this we recently found out that a couple other plans have been thrown into the mix:

Our folks are planning to head out for a week a few states away to spend time with family & celebrate our twin cousins' birthday & then they'll be goin to Medieval Times for Moose's birthday possibly with another friend or cousin.

My mom & I are gonna try & see a show with CJ & his mom if they're able to come for my 21st birthday (Which is March 13th!) & CJ's birthday is at the start of April.

Right before our wedding is my dad's birthday & we're gonna see another live performance in another state, & then right afterwards a few days later is gonna be the wedding.

We're just gonna make it small & Soukoku themed, but maybe years later from now when we're livin' alone & financially stable we might do a bigger more official wedding. We'll renew our vows, maybe have custom made suits, special stuff like that.

Somethin' we're hopin' to do is for the small one we might make custom Lego Minifigures to be in front of/above the cake & then if we save up... the four-six hundred bucks... we wanna get the Soukoku "wedding" figurines that came out a bit ago.

It's a dream.

Anyways, as for the actual project!

I'm still working on the script when I have time, I just got stumped since we don't have Golden Demon written yet- but I managed to come up with some content to fill in for during or after the scene plays out for now & continued from there.

Moose has decided to try & make two versions of Life's Better With A Little Party In It: one that's a trashy pop song, & one that's his own take on the song based on artists like YOASOBI. (Into the Night, Monster, Idol, etc...)

We're also thinking about making a Cover Album on the side to go with the soundtrack just for fun with covers of songs from bands & artists like ONE OK ROCK & Set It Off.

I'm still thinking I might go for making The I Was Screaming Your Name Through the Radio Project into an episodic animatic series, but with everything going on I might wait to record the actual script & songs until we've got most of the script & songs written out more at the least if not also until after I get a better microphone & possibly start injections. (Maybe I'll still do the first few chapters since they're just teens anyways but meh whatever; we'll see.)

I did do a drawing while I was free last night though & have been talking with my dad who's voice is basically his life & career about vocal training of sorts or if I should find classes online or something along those lines for it.

(Back to the drawing) I made a concept design for Moose's online/music persona AquaticSnow & a possible first EP/Album cover. I'm not sure I'll post it (yet?) since he might use it for stuff like his avatar, channel/s, music, etc but if I do it'll be on my personal main Tumblr, Instagram, & probably Deviantart & Twitter/X.

I'm also nervous about somebody tryin' to steal the art &/or concept.

Another reminder that I do have a personal server where I stream drawing, gaming, sometimes reading & writing, watch parties (movies, shows, etc...) & I post planning & updates for the project there!

.:Charli's Discord Server:.

( Don't forget to pick roles & read the rules! Otherwise you can't see the other chats;; )

Sorry 'bout the long post, haha;; we hope you all had a great Valentine's Day!

Charli

[day0walkersdrafts]

“I would ki-kill that guy with my bare hands,” Benny comments casually. He has the beer bottle against his teeth, dark red sunglasses perched lower on his nose than usual so he can stare across the bar. Sunglasses inside usually make a man look stupid but Benny has that trashy white guy energy that sort of pulls it off. Lark would never try, always feels a little out place when they bar crawl like this to some hole in the wall in the first place.

He’s leaned against the pool table, also looking across at the man flirting with his girlfriend. Matilda, in contrast to Lark, fits in everywhere. She has that energy, so even though she’s in clothes too nice for the place, she doesn’t look awkward. She doesn’t blend either—Matilda stands out against the bland backdrop of some dive bar (that they only went to for the pool tables to begin with) and it explains why some moth has gotten stuck in her glow.

Lark wants to find it funny that it’s always so stereotypical, especially in bars like these. Tucked both hidden away and close to the local university. A good haunt for frat brothers—and it’s those types that approach her so frequently. They have names like Harry or Brad and they can come in a variety of looks but they all poli-sci major and wear khaki shorts and boat shoes. They gel their hair and smile with Crest White Strip teeth. He wants to find it funny, but sometimes it makes him so angry he sees little dots in his vision.

Matilda sits there, little thin black cocktail straw between her teeth as she gives Harry-Brad a demure smile. Lark marvels at how good she is at that and equally marvels at how stupid the men are that wander close and offer to buy her a drink. He can’t actually remember the last time Matilda paid for herself.

“No you wouldn’t,” Lark comments, watching Xavier scratch. He seethes childishly, holding the pool stick in his hands like he might snap it over his knee. The beer has flushed his pretty face red underneath the low yellow lighting of the bar. “You’d start a fight and then immediately run and find Xavier and expect him to finish it.”

“So?” Benny stands from the stool he’d claimed and then lines up his shot. “Not m-my fault Xavier has a PhD in fuck around and find out.”

The red head puffs himself up, flexing stereotypically, mouth set in a grimace. He’s wearing a stolen shirt straight from Benji’s closet, which is obvious by the tattering at the bottom and the edgy design on the chest. It’s also just a smidge too short, but he’s tied a plaid long sleeve (also Benji’s) around his hips.

“Professor Left and Right.”

“Doctor,” Benny corrects, and strikes the cue ball with precision perfect form. It bounces around the pool table, sinking one after the other. He straightens and looks at Lark with a nasty, smug smile. Lark only half pays attention, turning his head to watch over his shoulder as Matilda accepts the drink held out for her. Once shes taken a dainty sip, she then turns swiftly on the bar stool. Her darkly dyed hair fans out glossy behind her as she does, effectively cutting the man off in one snobby gesture.

Mouse is leaning between Naima’s parted knees as her girlfriend sits at the bar; and she laughs so loud that almost everyone turns to stare. Harry-Brad retreats back to his friends with a humiliated, stormy expression.

“God, I fucking love her,” Lark says absently. His head tilts as he watches Matilda continue to sip from the colorful little cocktail.

“Tell her that yet?”

“What the fuck?” Lark’s panicked eyes dart back to Xavier, who has taken to leaning over the pool table in an attempt to thwart Benny from winning his fourth game in a row. He feels a strange panic building up inside his chest at the mere suggestion, as if Matilda might hear over the noisy bar all the way to the corner where the tables are stashed.

“Dude.”

“Game,” Benny says easily as he sinks the eight ball. “Want t-to set it back up?”

“You’ve been dating Matilda longer than Benji and I have been together.” Xavier slides his way around the pool table, using his hand to swipe the rest of the balls he’d not been able to sink into pockets for fun. They crack together loudly.

“Together as in acknowle-le-ledging, or together like you guys fi-finally suck each other off?”

“Fuck you,” Xavier snaps, his teeth clicking together. “What about you, dickhead? I know you haven’t said anything to Maran.”

“I have an excuse,” Benny says as he sits down on his stool. He picks up the pint he’s been nursing (the third, or fourth) and takes a sip. “I’m em-emotionally unavailable.” Lark rolls his eyes and looks at Xavier, who is thankfully suppressing a grin. There’s always a good chance that Benny and Xavier will slip from good natured ribbing to full blown argument, to get the fuck out this bar before I call the cops.

And the bartender sort of looked like the type to brandish a baseball bat before the cop calling part.

“One time, I watched Maran leave and then walk back inside to say I love you.” It makes Benny’s pale cheeks tint a soft rose color. He looks a little funny blushing, because it doesn’t suit the persona he’s constantly pushing. With the tattoos and the backward baseball cap and the stupid sunglasses. Benny uses his middle finger to push them back up his sharp nose.

“That’s b-because he said it makes him nervous if he doesn’t say it before he goes somewhere. Needs to be li-like the last thing he says every time. Leave Maran the fuck alone, alright?” Benny gestures with his beer toward Lark. “This was about that fuckin’ loser.”

“I think it’s about both of you,” Xavier sighs. “You were both in relationships before me.”

“Oh, look at Xavier—high and mighty because he says I love you to Benji every time he gets breakfast.” Lark flaps his hands, mocking and mean. He makes his eyes big intentionally, pathetic and soft. “Benji, I love you so much—extra blueberries in those pancakes, please?”

Benny is kicking on the stool, howling with laughter while Xavier’s flat gaze pins Lark.

“You’re both hopeless. I hope Maran breaks up with you—and Matilda breaks up with you for the fourteenth time.”

“Dunno, fifteenth could be the charm,” Lark jokes dryly.

“Are you fucking assholes done with this table yet?”

All three men turn to look at the group in waiting. It would have been dramatic irony if Harry-Brad with the nice teeth who had been hitting on his girlfriend was among them; but it’s not a sitcom situation like that. It’s just another group of men, drunk and impatient, university age boys with too much alcohol in them already.

“We p-paid for anoth—ther game,” Benny says, lip curled in a sneer.

“We p-p-p-paid—” Before the man can actually finish the mocking insult, Xavier has already thrown the punch. It connects with savage precision, straight to a vulnerable, open jaw. The sound is not too unlike the pool balls smacking together. Lark watches the man crumple like a marionette with cut strings. Then he sighs and pulls his jacket off.

—

“Ow,” Lark complains weakly as Matilda pushes a paper towel wrapped ice cube to his eyebrow. A swelling knot is forming, dark purple and ominous looking. “Ow,” he continues in a sharper tone when Matilda presses just a bit harder.

“Oops,” she replies, with a pretty flutter of her eye lashes. She has glitter on her cheekbones. It’s sort of haphazard and unintentional looking, which makes it downright beautiful on her. Matilda is the first girl he’s ever dated that isn’t precise with her make up. Doesn’t spend hours in front of one of those cute desk mirrors or worry about it in pictures. He likes it, but he can’t really piece together why.

They’re in her bed, because Lark had decided to go home with Matilda instead of back to his shared apartment with Xavier and Benny. Mouse and Naima still linger in Matilda’s kitchen—the sound of their conversation only somewhat carries. The cadence is nice; they have wildly different tones that somehow fit together prettily. Lark hates to admit that he’s liked Mouse even more since she found someone who stopped her from going crazy at random intervals.

He’s moody, however, laid out on her girlish bedspread. One of her stuffed animals is wedged under his arm as he broods and she tends to the little knot on his busted eyebrow. The ice makes it numb, but she’s not exactly a nurse about it—and is maybe a little tipsy still.

“That last cocktail got to you, huh?” Lark asks with more bite than he means.

Matilda arches a perfect eyebrow. When he’d first told Xavier about her—because he told Xavier everything and told him before anyone else—Lark had talked far too long about Matilda’s face. The long, elegance of her nose. Her lips pursed and pouty and her cheekbones cutting. Xavier had gestured at his chest with raised eyebrows, suggestive cupped hands—this is a memory he’s never told Matilda because it’s Xavier’s worst behavior.

“Someone’s pissy because he lost a fight,” Matilda sighs condescendingly, tossing the ice cube into the little trash can by her bed.

“I didn’t lose,” Lark replies with narrowed, annoyed eyes. “We got kicked out.”

“Do you think you would have won if the bartender hadn’t threatened to kill you guys?” She looks skeptically amused, and also like she’s winning the pseudo-argument (that could turn into a real argument, very quick). He pauses for a moment, looking down at the squished stuffed animal wedged between his bicep and chest.

“Do you see how mean she is to me?” he whispers directly to the little alligator plush. One of it’s little beaded eyes is missing, giving it a comical permanent wink. “She thinks I can’t take a lacrosse player in a fight.”

“Shut up, Elias.” She snatches the stuffed animal from him and tosses it to the other side of the bed. It lands belly up, upside down staring at him with that one little eye, smiling like it has a secret. His attention is swiftly brought back to Matilda as she slowly slides her way on top of him. Her knees squeeze on either side of his hips and Lark’s hands instantly find their way to her thighs.

She’d—blessedly—stripped for the night. Matilda wears one of those cute bralettes that he barely understands (“They don’t work like a real bra, so why wear them?” “El, shut up.”) and a stolen pair of his briefs. He loves the way they look on her, because her height makes them ride up shorter than they’re meant to be, cut into the meat of her thigh. The little peek of flesh drives him insane, even though he’s seen her, completely naked, hundreds of times.

“You don’t have to flirt with guys to get drinks.” Sometimes, he’s not sure why he starts with her, in the same way he has no idea why she starts with him. Lark had never been the type to argue with partners before; actually, he’d been a bit of a pushover with the last girl he’d dated before Matilda. But something about her pulls that tiny hot, mean part of him to the surface—and further, he has no idea why he likes that so much.

Sometimes, when he thinks about anything before Matilda, it had all sort of felt muted. Arguing, sex, whatever. It was like pastel colors went neon chrome when she was around.

“I wasn’t flirting with anyone—he bought the drink.”

“I can buy you drinks.”

“And go: thirteen dollars for a Moscow Mule? Oh my God, Matilda.” She makes her voice deep and gruff to imitate him, which makes the insult softer. He rolls his eyes, hands sliding from thighs, around to cup her ass and jerk her closer. She falls forward with her palms braced on the bed. Her hair, pin straight and glossy, falls over her shoulders and touches him, tickles his skin. Lark does a supremely good job of not looking down at that lacy, useless, purple bralette.

“I don’t wanna argue.”

“I’m not arguing. You’re starting an argument because you’re projecting—”

“I wanna fuck, like—really bad, Matilda.”

His blunt honesty disarms her immediately and makes her pale cheeks go a lovely, unique shade of pink. His hands flatten and travel up her sides and he loves watching that little shiver of anticipation run through her. Matilda’s eyes narrow, her chin tipping down. More strands of her hair slide from behind her ears and dangle beside her cheeks.

Lark gets it then; that stupid conversation that he can barely remember in the bar, because he was sort of drunk and the fight had come just directly after. He gets Xavier’s point—he’d like to say it. He’d love to put a hand around Matilda’s throat and jerk her close and say it right to her. Except, before he can get a chance (he’s lying to himself, he’s too cowardly really, in that moment, and will be for some time), Matilda straightens and all but yanks that flimsy purple fabric off.

—

When he can’t fall asleep right away—which has nothing to do with the fact that Matilda sprawls her long limbs just about everywhere with no courtesy to her bed partner—Lark wanders into the kitchen. It’s dark, but he has her place memorized. Not because he’s there so frequently. No reason.

“Holy fuck,” he hisses, jumping when he nearly collides with Naima.

“The best kind of fuck, I guess,” she replies easily. Lark is stunned into a moment of silence before he bursts into a shocked laugh. She smiles, a pretty upturn of her lips, head equally tilted. He recognizes the big hoodie she has on, because it was stolen out of Xavier’s closet who had stolen it from Benji anyway. Lark had last seen Mouse wearing it, absolutely dwarfed in the damn thing.

There is a lingering moment of silence between the two of them that Lark finds shockingly comfortable.

“Did you know Mouse talks in her sleep?” Naima randomly offers up as she crosses the kitchen to the fridge. Lark slowly steps around her to lean against the counter. He points at the organic juice he’d bought and purposefully left at Matilda’s. “This stuff is poison, by the way. No different from the kind that actually has flavor.”

Lark uncaps and takes a swig from it.

“It’s not about flavor, it’s about calories. What is Mouse sleep talking about?”

He suspects she’s passed out on the long, artful couch that Matilda has in her living room. Suddenly makes sense to lark why Naima is awake—that thing couldn’t fit two people on it if it was bribed with more stuffing and new upholstery.

“Voltaire.”

“You’re fucking joking, right?”

Naima laughs as she snags leftovers out of the fridge. They’re grease stained in a little cardboard box. She tosses it onto the counter and goes about finding silverware. For some reason, seeing her at ease in the kitchen—knowing where things go, where utensils are located, where the glasses in the cupboard are—is nice for Lark. It makes him warm. Thinking of Naima, Mouse, Nomi, anyone, in this big artsy apartment with Matilda…makes him happy.

“I dunno. Little beast is reading him lately. She’s got a paperback full of sticky notes covered in coke stains. Mumbling about him in her sleep. Love her for it.”

And it’s not I love you, nor is it necessarily in the spirit of the phrase, or even remotely what Xavier was talking about. But it makes Lark pause with the half gallon juice to his lips. Naima doesn’t notice—or she doesn’t feel the need to notice—and continues poking through the grease stained leftovers with a fork. Lark puts the juice away.

“Want some of this?” The box is in her hand, held out. He can’t even remember where they’d stopped for food along the way home, mostly because he’d turned it down anyway. Lark stares at it, smells the cooked chicken at the very least. He feels for a moment, insanely vulnerable in his t-shirt and briefs. There’s an awkward pressure in his chest. But when he looks at Naima, she’s diverted her attention to the living room. Not that she can see the couch from where she’s standing.

And maybe it wasn’t about looking at Mouse, but not looking at Lark for a moment. He’d feel patronized by anyone else. Or embarrassed. But it’s so dark out that Matilda’s big windows look entirely black. It’s the liminal watery time before anyone wakes up, hungover after a night out. He looks at the ground before shrugging.

“Why not?” He laughs and jerks open a drawer to find a fork.

—

When Lark climbs back into bed, Matilda snips at him. He accidentally lands on her hair a bit, which causes her to squawk and turn on her side to slap his bicep. He mumbles a soft apology and her ire dies immediately; she turns further, arms folded and fists tucked up underneath her chin. Matilda burrows with a wiggling motion until Lark catches the hint and wraps arms around her shoulders. He brings her in closer, where her soft breath tickles his collarbone.

She falls back to sleep so quickly, he doubts she was even really awake to begin with. And Lark is tired too; the alcohol has gone and died in his system, so he’d not even been able to sleep before the hangover hit. His eyebrow burns, the knot bigger than it was hours ago. There’s the creeping suspicious dread that this will get back to his coach and he’ll be talked to about professional conduct.

But there’s also Matilda, her soft sleep sounds. Her knee wedging between his thighs to rest there. The smell of her hair and the fancy products she uses. Lark rests his cheek to the top of her head, drowsy and exhausted, but insanely wired at the same time.

“Hm,” he tests his voice in the quiet of her bedroom. There is mostly just the sound of the aircon and the ever present ambiance of the city outside the window. No noise comes from the rest of the apartment. He feels solidly alone and not alone; the sort of comfortable loneliness of being the only one awake. Lark presses his lips into Matilda’s hair. She doesn’t shift. So, he lets himself practice. Says, I love you, at least three or four times in the empty quiet of her bedroom.

That way when he eventually says it out loud, he’ll do it perfectly.

[bulkyphrase]

Frostshield: a Loki/Steve Rogers rec list

Some of my favorite fics from a very a fun "opposites attract" ship.

The Devil and the Wild Man by Effing (@effingunicorns) (Mature, 11,343 words)

Summary: Steve's dinosaur keeps Loki in line on Sakaar. This is not a euphemism, but it is also 100% a euphemism.

Also available as a podfic read by Tipsy_Kitty (@tipsyxkitty)

Madness by ScotlandEvander (@scotlandevanderr) (Teen And Up Audiences, 19,355 words)

Summary: Time makes a deal and when Time makes a deal, it plays out till it is fulfilled. Steve Rogers is learning this the hard way and he’s quite sure it’ll end in madness.

Ball and Chain (of Fools) by Ebyru (Explicit, 38,022 words)

Summary: Steve is dead-set on making the Avengers and everyone surrounding get along now that they're living in the Avengers tower. If he finds happiness in the end because of it, that’s just a perk. Or more to the point: A bunch of times people throw themselves at Steve with no intention of dating him, and one time someone likes him enough to never want to let go.

Also available as a podfic read by RsCreighton (@rosecreighton)

More under the cut!

and I may never see the light by Effing (@effingunicorns) (Explicit, 8,111 words)

Summary: Steve is a monster hunter who's sort of but not really sleeping with the vampire next door. And then things get hairy. (Because every ship deserves more trashy monster AUs.)

Catfish by heeroluva (Teen And Up Audiences, 1,238 words)

Summary: Loki finds something unexpected in the ice. (The Frost Giants learned from their mistakes. There was no war with Asgard. Loki was never taken by Odin. The Chitauri are defeated with the aid of Frost Giants.)

Strange Love by danveresque (@danveresque) (Teen And Up Audiences, 12,021 words)

Summary: It starts with a simple taunt.

So… you got impersonated by aphrodaisyacs (@aphrodaisyacs) (General Audiences, 4,596 words)

Summary: Steve was torn between praying for the ground to swallow him, and interrupting them to ask Peter just where he first saw those videos. Because as much as they felt like the cheesy propaganda movies he was forced to be a part of back in the war, the man on the screen, who looked and even sounded exactly like him… “That’s not me. I don’t remember recording any of these.” Or: The one where the Avengers find out that PSA Captain America from Homecoming is actually someone completely different. Part 1 of Mischief Managed

One For the Cameras by aphrodaisyacs (@aphrodaisyacs) (Teen And Up Audiences, 15,286 words)

Summary: After the stunt they pulled at the party, Tony has taken to referring to Loki and Steve as “clone boyfriends”, a nickname which rapidly morphed into an inside joke amongst the Avengers. It’s all fun and games until it gets overheard by a clueless reporter- now the public believes that Steve and Loki are genuinely an item. Chaos ensues. Or: The one where Steve and Loki get mistaken for a couple, but they go along with it to make homophobes mad. Part 2 of Mischief Managed

Ghosts That We Knew by Lise (@veliseraptor) (Teen And Up Audiences, 13,253 words)

Summary: May 4th, 2012: an alien comes to Earth warning of an impending invasion. Earth's Mightiest Heroes are there to stop it. In the months after, Steve notices something weird going on with Loki.

Lines In Sand; Lines In Stone by BigSciencyBrain (@bigsciencybrain) (Explicit, 211,078 words)

Summary: A split-second decision changes the course of Steve's life and both he and Loki are hit by a sex spell. The Avengers race to save them, but grappling with magic turns out to be harder than any of them imagined and defeating the spell is only the beginning. As Steve and Loki navigate the consequences, they form a genuine bond that develops into a complicated relationship. (There's a lot of angsting and talking about consent/sexuality. And Loki gets adopted by a mythological creature.)

A Place to Put My Heartache (Across Six Christmases) by BigSciencyBrain (@bigsciencybrain) (Mature, 77,838 words)

Summary: Steve's still trying to find his place in this world. Accidentally saving Loki's life doesn't help. But maybe there's a place for both of them, together.

In The Realm of Ungrateful Cockroaches by BigSciencyBrain (@bigsciencybrain) (Mature, 36,265 words)

Summary: Instead of returning to Asgard after the battle of New York, Loki finds himself in a time loop, repeating the events of the Avengers over and over again.

The lines, here are written by dfotw (Teen And Up Audiences, 18,009 words)

Summary: In a world where everyone has their soulmate's name written on their wrists, Steve Rogers has quite a lot more... and Loki, a lot less. (follows canon faithfully except for, y'know, the trope.)

[ladyloveandjustice]

Spring 2022 Anime Overview: GIRLS! edition

Watched three anime this season that had an all-female or 99% female cast, so why not review them together!

Birdie Wing: Golf Girls Story

So, in this anime, the main character, Eve, starts out as an underground golfer (yes in this show there is a seedy underground golfing operation) supporting her undocumented found family and thus gets deeply embroiled in the golf mafia. In the first episode she faces off against a lady in a clown mask and hits a golf ball through a moving train and calling it her rainbow bullet. In the fourth episode, she goes up against ‘Vipere the reaper’ in LITERALLY (not metaphorically) underground, ever shifting Yu-gi-oh style golf course to settle a mafia dispute.

Oh and someone dies! I mean recurring character wise. If we’re counting guys who appear only to be blown up by rocket launchers courtesy of the golf mafia, more people than that die.

Meanwhile throughout all that, Eve (who is from a fictional country that was apparently in Madlax?) and a Japanese golfer named Aoi become completely infatuated with each other and meet up for a VR golf date among other things. Then we switch to the golf high school, where Eve continues to seduce Aoi, and in the season finale (which doesn’t even bother to feel like a finale, but just cuts off like it’s going to continue next week, but we’re not getting more until 2023), offers to kiss her if she messes up in her golf game and this makes Aoi EXTEREMELY excited.

So yes, clearly this anime is amazing. I had to watch it week to week just to see what bizarre thing will happen next. Each ridiculous twist hits just right and so do the golf girlfriends, even if they end up backtracking on that (this isn’t my first rodeo).

Granted,  the “golf high school” sections of it have been considerably tamer, they are still spiced up by Eve still treating everything like her life is on the line, dressing ridiculously, declaring “I’ll kill you in golf” to her opponents, who have all kinds of ridiculous over-the-top golfing strategies,  being really gay, and a lot of soap opera machinations going on in the background. And we can only hope the gold mafia will return next season.

Birdie Wing is A+ camp, and makes up for its low budget (expect a lot of reused footage) with absolute commitment to its bit. Golf has become incredible and ridiculous in a way only anime can manage.

There are caveats- it can go from campy to trashy, and a lot of the issues would have been mitigated if they’d allowed these characters to be adults. One of the weird reoccurring things in the first arc is at least one line of often frankly unnecessary sexual menace per episode, made worse by the fact Eve is 15, which pretty much everyone watching was bowled over by, because she does not remotely come off as that young. Despite this, we’ll have the mafia people threatening to make Eve sell her body to fans, or an adult woman making a bet with her that she’ll “get her body” if she loses this game (Eve responds this will never happen and that she’s only got one girl in her heart which, wow, gay), and then later backstory that implies through dialogue some of the characters were forced into sex work as kids?

The reason this is mostly tolerable for me personally is because the show doesn’t revel in anyone’s discomfort or victimization for the sake of ‘fanservice’. Eve never seems particularly threatened or uncomfortable. We always feel a reassurance she’s not in any real danger, and she’s utterly unflappable and confident in the face of creeps. Vipere, who admittedly falls into every predatory bisexual stereotype, is so over the top with her wiggly tongue and vampire fangs I cannot even be mad about her, especially since after her first appearance, she no longer creeps on Eve and becomes a weird campy ally instead. But! It will be way too much for some people, and personally, I do think a lot of those lines aren’t necessary (and the implied backstory was especially ‘why’).

The golf high school portion of the anime drops the sexual menace bits entirely for typical gay high school shenanigans (unfortunately we find Aoi’s caddy is homophobic, but THAT WILL NOT STOP EVE FROM SEDUCING EVERY GIRL), but I can’t promise it won’t return. But still, I have to watch and enjoy it because this show is an experience that I cannot miss out on. Eve is a great main character, a bullheaded delinquent who treats golf like a shonen fight scene every time, and I love her. She has great chemistry with Aoi. I am braced for them to be revealed to be secret half sisters or something (the show has been dropping a lot of hints about Eve’s mysterious background) but maybe the show will surprise me and not pull such a pedestrian twist. It has definitely surprised me before.

Birdie Wing is a ridiculous show that runs on ridiculous rules, and seems like such a throwback to earlier campy anime. I can’t miss out.

The Executioner and Her Way of Life

You want more weird gay shit? Well, we’ve got more of that in the fantasy action drama yuri that is The Executioner and Her Way of Life. The anime distinguished itself by making every single isekai-loving fanboy mad when it threw the typical self-insert boy aside to focus on a morally imperiled, self-loathing assassin girl, because yes, apparently these fans are so fragile they cannot handle a dark twist preempting their power fantasy!

They’re very normal about it!

But by side-stepping that fantasy, this anime presents an actual interesting world that’s not another video game retread- one where teenagers who stumble upon a new land and become OP aren’t instantly the master of said land, but instead are easily exploited by factions who want to use their powers and only see them as easily discarded pawns, while simultaneously glorifying them to the public. To prevent this, assassins dedicate themselves to killing isekai kids the second they arrive, before they can be used to do real damage. Our main character, Menou, is one of these “executioners”, and she is fully aware how monstrous what she’s doing is and clearly regrets it but knows no other way.

So of course, she meets Akari ,a girl from another world who she can’t kill and it all goes sideways.

It’s a great premise, fraught with moral quandaries and deliciously dark worldbuilding, and it starts with a bang. At first though, it doesn’t seem to follow up on its promise very well- the first arc is entertaining, but drags a bit and settles into a fairly expected plot while giving its antagonist the most generic motivation possible- however, that arc is then saved by an equally predictable but incredibly fun plot twist that means lots of additional complexity for the characters to deal with. It was the plot twist I was rooting for, and from there, the hints of this world’s weird backstory only became more fascinating.

But aside from its premise, the other main draw of the series is the cast is entirely powerful and various-degrees-of-morally-compromised-and-absolutely-brutal women getting in cool fights and forming weird bonds. I like seeing unhinged women do murder, okay.

Even Momo, who at first seemed like she’d be a boring yandere character obsessed with Menou, grew on me. Not because she ISN’T actually obsessed with Menou- she is, but mostly she was allowed to form a very fun contentious relationship with a battle-hungry-meathead princess that could clearly function well as a beta ship and we got to see her strut her bloodthirsty stuff against dragons. Also, unlike most “incorrigibly horny lesbian” characters, the show doesn’t rely on constant groping gags (the part where she loves on Menous leg in the first ep is the worst she ever does, her other physical shows of affection are much milder and Menou seems pretty okay with them ) and Menou isn’t ever disgusted by her crush/antics, at most gently chiding her to focus while still valuing her. Menou also very actively DOESN’T want to take advantage of how Momo will do anything for her. It’s better than Kuroko in A Certain Scientific Railgun basically- a low bar to clear, but still.

Which isn’t to say this is a flawless, high quality series. It’s fun, but not without it’s jarring schlock. While the girls are all drawn surprisingly well to offset their ridiculous outfits (and some are actually less ridic compared to the light novel, believe it or not), there are some occasional scenes of schlocky fanservice, whether it’s Akari making orgasm noises when she connects to Menou in a dire moment and ruining the tension of that scene, or, probably the most hilarious case, some footage where she wiggles her ass at the camera that gets blatantly reused twice to save animation in an episode. I should also mention that there’s a very suddenly upscale in the gore and body horror for the season finale, involving a childlike figure, where the villain responsible literally says she’s indulging in her love of B-movies. This moment feels less like the usual “ha now that I’ve acknowledged the cliche it’s ok to do it” and more the writing level team saying they know this isn’t anything deep and shocking and inviting you along for the fun. (Apparently even this bit is toned down from the original light novel, which was always gory).

The yuri aspect is as slow burn as you would expect from a several volume ongoing light novel series- it’s clear that girls have it bad for Menou and they talk of their love for her, but Menou is unclear about whether she’ll reciprocate, so we get a lot of “she’s my friend!” talk. There an utterly unforgettable kiss in the OP though.

Overall, it’s not going to change the landscape of anime other than hilariously traumatizing a few bros, but I would love to see more of it. It does something different with the isekai formula, it’s a solid, occasionally mildly trashy show that boasts interesting world full of potential and lots of women doing cool magic fighting shit while yearning for each other in tantalizingly unhealthy ways. And I’m the one who’s trash for that stuff. If you’re like me, you might also enjoy this!

Healer Girl

Healer Girl was a very cute series following three girls in training to become “Healers”- people who can literally speed along the healing process with the power of song. As in, they can close up small cuts, cut asthma attacks short or even make the surgery process go a little quicker. It’s sweet, it’s cheesy, and it’s definitely magical girl adjacent. I liked the silly friendship vibe between the main three girls, and especially their relationship to their teacher. Ria’s an adult woman who mentors them and also lives with another woman who likes to dress in suits when they go out. (The series sadly doesn’t canonize them as wives, but they definitely had wife vibes and their chill partnership contrasting the tumultuous relationship between the three girls was nice.) We often don’t really have much focus on a grown woman in a mentorship position in magical girl OR idol series, so that’s what stood out to me. Unfortunately, the show didn’t do as much with that angle as I wanted. Ria was there and she was great, and had a nice connection to all the girls, but it felt like the show was hinting the whole time that her backstory would be something complex and interesting and then it just…wasn’t.

I did enjoy that one of the women she went to college with ended up being a surgical doctor and that they regularly worked together though, and that it was shown ‘healing song’ hadn’t displaced surgery, but was an aid to it. That was a neat aspect.

The series was as a whole unfocused and didn’t have a real plot to speak of- the girls all got to grow a bit as characters and as healers and they were fun to hang around with, but it was a bit disappointing that entire episodes would forget about the “Healer” part of its premise and do a school festival arc where the girls played in a band as catgirl maids like this was a regular idol show. The ending was especially pretty rushed- the girls are separated and one goes to another country but we basically see none of it.

But despite pacing issues, it was a fun, chill, cute time. It’s also a musical (the girls break into song even when it isn’t required for healing or band performances), so that gave it an enjoyable novelty as well!

[3spurrrr]

Are they iPad kids? But I don't think I answer the question properly or consistently lmaoo

Yuuji: yes. Minecraft let's Plays all day. Is addicted to those tiktok reddit stories with the game play background.

Megumi: ....yes but watches things like Vsauce, lemmino, occasional reddit ice berg stories etc. Video essays, political commentary all that jazz

I mean... come on. His dad was deadbeat toji u think he didn't just give him an iPad as a kid to shut him up. Why do you think megumi is so tense all the time bro found 4chan and subreddits way too early...

Secretly loves those reddit stories too but thinks ALL of them are fake lmao

Nobara: she would much rather call a friend and talk and stuff. Maybe will put on some reality TV or a mukbang cooking videos or those jungle building a house out of mud vids

Gojo: YES ahhahahahahahahaha

I feel like he lives on twitch and I can see him being a gamer in his off time. He would much rather have someone around tho to talk to. Would love to sit around and gossip about dumb shit.

Would love storytime vids, also those mud house wilderness vids. Hates interviews and anything megumi watches lowkey

If u r dating him check his twitch for half naked gamer girlies :/

Geto: doesn't give a fuck tbh. Can sit down in silence, with a friend, with any type of yt video as long as he gets to eat the food he is good lmao. I think he likes music and just has music playing in his house a lot and eats while thinking about his life and his fucked up philosophies

Shoko: def a nobara type too. Heavy on the mukbang cooking vids. Occasional megumi educational video influence. Loves trashy reality TV for some reason but she is wasted all the time so it checks out lol

Yaga: yes... hhahaha I can see him loving Gordon Ramsey or those village cooking videos. Watches a bunch of diy videos on how to make plushies and some more videos on panda related things :)

Nanami: no. He reads the newspaper and just relaxes like meditating or something. I don't think he touches his phone for entertainment. Reads the news and some other articles on cultural shit and that's it. Gives major dad vibes. Lmaooo imagine him being like a top player in candy crush hahahahahahha

Utahime: bestie eats in silence with a book on her lap or gojo randomly talking shit in her ear

Doesn't touch digital things cuz she knows a lot of it is cancerous

Maki: kind of. She is obsessed with different health videos on how to get your body strong and martial arts, kinesthetics videos. I can't see her being obsessed with watching things tho. She is so busy with training and probably opts for quick meals or meals where she is with friends. Girlie is mindful and whatever

Panda: hahaha yeah hahaha But I feel like he loves his phone, is def a huge gamer

I think he might be a mix of everyone on this list

I can see him consuming all kinds of media, even unboxings and asmr videos and literally anything hahaha

Inumaki: yesssssssss definition of iPad kid lmao. He is very much like yuuji and gojo

Gojo, panda, yuuji and him play games on voice chat A LOT

Noritoshi: no. Look at him bro... he barely opens his eyes

Mai: is constantly on gossiping websites and spreads misinformation on those sites lmaooo

Yuutaaa: mf eats with his demon gf and just talks to it randomly. Watches a lot of movies and shows soooo probably an iPad kid? He is way too traumatized to not be hahahaha

Mahito: watches human rights violating porn all the time and lives on the dark web

Sukuna: honestly, he is an iPad kid in a non modern way. Would want someone to be infront of him and perform for him. Like singing, dancing etc. Even though it's sukuna I think mans is incredibly cultured and has a taste for those finer things

Choso: no. He probably just talk to his brothers all the time cuz they are inseparable. Also he has so much in his head to think about kinda like geto. If you suggested something to watch or showed him the internet he'd enjoy and find some niche. I think he is really into music and would turn into a micro celeb music critic

Toji: nah, his phone is blowing up with new job offers and he goes home to just sleep for a sec or have hot sex with a chic for money cuz bbygirl is just sometimes a whore.

If he did have the time to be online he'd be a slight mahito and then go and kill people who he thought took it too far. Other than that maybe also obsessed with half naked gamer girls on twitch and building mud houses videos

Todo: YES. He watches that idol girl all day everyday and God forbid he misses an episode

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I don't think any of them like those crime podcasts and videos cuz it's death around them all the time and most of the mystery deaths in jjk world is probably because of those curses and what they do for a living