#n obake

[fullcravings]

Homemade Blueberry Jam

[yourockthebeatofmyheart]

I was gonna comment on how little sense this episode actually makes but now I'm more focused on how I was somehow able to screencap disney plus on my laptop?????

[asoublog]

Asou Shuichi One Shot Voice Comics

(back to the One Shots Masterlist)

Many of Asou-sensei's works have recieved an adaptation in the voice comic format. This blog entry compiles every work that has recieved one so far.

In 2012 Saiki Kusuo No Psi Nan was adapted into 8 episodes of the Vomic series. [Read about the Saiki Vomic here.]

A series of Voice Comics (VoiComi) was posted on the official Shounen Jump Youtube account in 2021 to celebrate 15th anniversary of Asou Shuichi's debut. All Voice Comics in order from earliest to latest upload:

Terrace House Dust (テラスハウスダスト - TERRACE HOUSE DUST) https://youtu.be/59rzHHHns1s

The Detrimental Environments for Minors Regulation Act (青少年有害環境規制法) https://youtu.be/UYj9xZd3Rqc

An Author's Research Trip to Another World (漫画家異世界取材旅行) Part 1: https://youtu.be/XDxRshCgZxU Part 2: https://youtu.be/IqoIn4REPxA Full: https://youtu.be/Cxmen4O1roI

Your House Is Haunted (お前んち、お化け屋敷) https://youtu.be/xLaPxBhFzBQ

Voice Comic Cast:

Terrace House Dust: Suga Tetsuya - Tanikawa Makoto (谷川誠) Ukawa Masato - Ishida Yuuto (石田優人) Hanai Mai - Takagi Haruka (高木遥香) Sumio Karina - Harukawa Meiku (春川芽生) Teshima Ippei - Asashiro Kazuaki (朝城かずあき) Rakutani Mai - Itsuki Ayaka (一輝あやか)

The Detrimental Environments for Minors Regulation Act: Mika - Hiiragi Kazuki (柊一希) Kurusu - [Romanization to be confirmed.] (今田拓孝) Arcade Employees - Nozawa Hideyoshi (野澤英義) / Tokiwa Shouhei (常盤昌平) Young boy - Akahoshi Maiko (赤星真衣子) Hiroshi's Mother - Itsuki Ayaka (一輝あやか) An Author's Research Trip to Another World: Iseumi Tensei - Tsuda Takuma (津田拓真) Female Warrior - Harukawa Meiku (春川芽生) Fukuyama Ryou - Morita Noriaki (森田則昭) King - Tokiwa Shouhei (常盤昌平) Demon King - Fujikura Hikaru (藤倉 光) Tensei's Mother - Itsuki Ayaka (一輝あやか) Holy Knight - Nozawa Hideyoshi (野澤英義) Resident of Mohaku - Kamimoto Shun (紙本　瞬) Sister (Nun) - Akahoshi Maiko (赤星真衣子) Soldier - Asashiro Kazuaki (朝城かずあき) Protagonist of Isekai Cheat - Nagaoka Kohei (長岡弘平) Your House Is Haunted: Torizuka Reita - Kamimoto Shun (紙本　瞬) You (The Ghost) - Asada Haruki (朝田陽貴) Billy - Fujikura Hikaru (藤倉 光) Toilet Goddess - Akahoshi Maiko (赤星真衣子)

Sources: Psiscans.com (1) (2) / Quicksandscans / Dark Murmur

[riiiane]

KOKORO | 心

OR . . . three inazuman men's voicelines about you as their s/o ! ♡

ft. kaedehara kazuha, kamisato ayato, shikanoin heizou

contains. childhood friends to lovers (ayato), slightly suggestive (ayato, heizou), gn!reader (they/them prns), no y/n, a yokai is mentioned (kazuha), heizou & ayato's s/o's have vague backstories; kazuha's is ambiguous

a/n: hihi ! this is my first time writing for all of these characters, i hope it's ok! kazuha got a third line bc he does not speak much at all in his canon voicelines and i wanted to keep that accurate wghegeh also a lot of this is dialogue practice tbh!!

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◌༉‧About Kaedehara Kazuha: Lover

"'Come torrent or gale / my heart will remain steadfast / with you by my side.' Greetings, Traveler. I was simply penning a haiku for my beloved. Tell me, what do you think?"

◌༉‧When It Rains II

"The grass is already moist. I do hope they found suitable shelter... or at the very least avoided a kasa-obake's mischief."

◌༉‧Something to Share: Homebound

"A rōnin's home lies in his blade and the wind, yet it seems I've found one in another's heart – just as they have in mine."

◌༉‧About Kamisato Ayato: True Love

"I see you've encountered my spouse, Traveler. Fufu, are you surprised? My position as the Yashiro Commissioner and Kamisato Head doesn't mean I haven't the time for romance, you know. We've been close since childhood; why, you could even say they know me best. Hm... It has been quite a while since we last spent time together outside of our duties. Perhaps an outing is in order... or a night in."

◌༉‧Least Favorite Food II: Marital Duties

"Ah, more manjū. My beloved truly is kind. It would be disrespectful to deny food from one's spouse, indeed... Perhaps I could ask Thoma to dispose of the estate's rubbish a day early."

◌༉‧About Shikanoin Heizou: Partner

"Oh-ho? So you've met my partner, though it looks like you've already figured it out. Indeed, my partner does work with me as the Tenryou Commission's head forensic investigator, but they're more than just my partner-in-crime. It's not often I meet someone who can match my diligence and intellect, you know! Naturally, my curiosity was piqued. Even though we see each other every day at work and outside of it, I can't help but wish we could be intimate more often. What? Hey, not like that! ...Though, I'm fine with whatever they want to do. Heh."

◌༉‧When It Rains II: Forensics

"My sun, we must hurry before the culprit's footprints are washed away. Quickly, grab my hand and let us make haste!"

[imagines--galore]

hey, first of all, hope you're doing okay!

personally, i'm obsessed with villain!reader fics, so maybe, could you write peter parker x villain!reader? could be any peter you want! just a lot of sexual tension, and a little smut too...? thank you, i love you and your writings!! 😁😁

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: M. Romance. Yes there is smut. Those under 18 do NOT proceed. A/N: Oooooooooo love me some villain x hero romance :3 Also I picked TASM Peter Parker because well, he deserves love ok?!?! And I need a cold shower after writing that. Phew! Also! I listened to Take My Breath Away by Berlin, and I just think it fit so WELL with the setting of the entire prompt.

It was hopeless.

He was a hero. You were a villain.

A hero and a villain.

That's what the two of you were.

On the opposite side of things.

You weren't exactly a high-profile villain, more of a hired burglar. With your ability to turn invisible and create force fields, you were the perfect candidate for carrying out burglaries that people preferred would go undetected.

You had come to be known as Obake, the Japanese word for ghost.

Though you had used your abilities for your own advantage when you were a teen, you had soon learned that it was better to have someone else pay you using your abilities. You had started to make quite the name for yourself in the underground world. And your steal streak had been spotless.

Until the night you met Spiderman.

You had been in the process of acquiring some jewelry from the safe of a well to do family and had only just stepped out on the roof when you had been startled by a human hanging upside down in front of you.

He had greeted you, to which you had thrown a punch. He had dodged, making some hilarious comment to which you had snapped back. The two of you had exchanged punches, kicks and quips for a good few minutes. Just as you were trying to one-up one another in the physical sense, it also translated to your battle of wits.

Insults, call-outs, making comments, everything was on the table. Just no name calling, you both were civilized people after all.

That first fight he had won, retrieved the jewels and left you bound in spiderweb to be collected by the police.

Which was why the next time you encountered him, you did not hold back and won, making away with the loot and leaving behind a stunned and slightly humiliated hero.

After that all your exchanges had been heated, charged almost, as if the both of you would rather see the other humiliated then anything else.

It wasn't until the third or perhaps fourth encounter that it had all culminated into something........more.

                                             ————————–

You groaned loudly as your back collided with the wall behind you. Slightly dazed you took a few moment before standing up once more and glowering at the figure in front of you.

"That all you got?" You goaded the hero, watching as he tensed and prepared to fight you once more. You were quicker this time.

Throwing out your leg, the heel of your boot caught him in the shoulder, sending him flying back just as he had done you. You were panting heavily as you took a running leap and jumped in the air. Spiderman rolled out of the way of your landing point, which would've been right in the face. "Stop squirming you little worm!" You exclaimed, starting to get frustrated.

"Worm! The name is Spiderman! Spider! Honestly at least do me the courtesy of remembering my name while you're trying to pummel me." He responded as he blocked one of your punches only to throw one at your face as well.

Spinning you quickly dodged his punch with a swipe of your arm. "I'll show you that courtesy when you act like a gentleman and stay still so I can punch you." You retorted, throwing forward a force field to try and push him back. But he only jumped out of the way, prompting you to let out an angry growl.

Whatever he had been about to say was cut off with the sudden appearance of several armed men. The both of you paused, unsure of whose side they were on as they all pointed guns in both your direction.

"Give back what you stole." One of them said, prompting you to drop in a fighting stance, already planning your escape route. "This was supposed to be a party of two, gentlemen. It was rather rude of you to crash it." Spiderman's voice came from behind you, prompting you to roll your eyes at him. Unaware to both the hero and the men, you created a force field around you and Spiderman.

And not a moment too soon.

Suddenly the room was echoing with the sounds of bullets being fired. Spiderman had moved to jump out of the line of fire, only to crash into your force field.

You grunted, trying your best to keep the force field up despite the multiple bullets ricocheting off the surface. "Did you just save me?!" Spiderman asked, his voice betraying his surprise as he came to stand next to you.

"You can thank me later."

The bullets were bouncing off the force field and flying in every direction. They managed to hit several of the gunmen, making them drop to the ground as they howled with pain.

Once the attack had subsided you lowered the shield, looking around at the injured men as they clutched at their bleeding wounds. At least the ones that were still alive. "Well that was eventful!" Spiderman stated, looking around as well.

You gave him a look, unaware that a gunman right behind you had found enough strength in him to lift his gun and pull the trigger.

It all happened in a single moment.

You felt Spiderman tense in front of you, saw him leap forward and wrap one arm around your waist, while the other one flew up to shoot a web which he used to pull the both of you upwards.

The bullet just grazed the tips of your shoes as it went flying right where your chest had been not a second ago.

Once you managed to gather your wits, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and didn't protest as he swung the both of you away from the place of attack.

He stopped once there were several buildings between both of you and the gunmen. He lowered you to the ground but still kept his arm around you. "Are you hurt?" He asked, watching as you tried to gather your breath after your first time swinging with him like that.

Finally, you looked at him, the white of your domino mask wide. "Y-you saved me?" He actually scratched the back of his head as he shrugged. "Well, you saved me." He retorted as a way of arguing back. "Guess we saved one another."

Your arms were still locked around his shoulders, and his were around your waist. And the both of you were close.

Very very close.

He was the one who leaned forward first, pressing what you assume were his lips against your own. The fabric of his mask came in the way, but for a brief moment you felt the warmth of his breath against your lips before he pulled back again.

You didn't know what compelled you to do what you did next. But he certainly didn't stop you. Your arms shifted as your fingers found the edge of his mask and pushed the fabric up to reveal his mouth.

You were only given a moment to take in the newly revealed skin. To marvel at how pink his lips were, before he descended on you once more. There was no semblance of softness in the kiss. It was heated to it's very core. Not to mention messy.

Your bodies almost appeared to be glued together as you kissed. He bit your lip, prompting you to catch his tongue and suck. Neither of you were shy when it came to exploring the other's body. Even through the costume you picked up on just how fit he was.

"M-maybe we should-" Whatever he had been about to say was cut off when you jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist and kiss him once more. You bit his lip, taking his soft gasp of surprise as an invitation to explore his mouth with your tongue.

He walked forward, your back hitting the wall, as he returned the kiss with just as much aggression as you showed it. "Just shut up Spidey." You advised into his mouth. He only moaned in agreement, his hands greedily mapping out your curves, before settling under your ass and squeezing slightly.

The act was one you hadn't been expected, prompting you to pull back from the kiss. As soon as he was free, Spiderman busied his lips with sucking, licking and biting the exposed skin of your neck, collar and shoulders. The design of your costume left little to the imagination, yet was still classy enough to not have you being mistaken for an easy lay.

Your fingers gripped the fabric at the back of his mask, yanking his head back so you could better access his bare chin and jaw. Given that he was fully costumed, you would just have to make do with what you had. Your lips latched on to a small area just under his chin and began to suck and bite. Seems you were intent on leaving behind a mark. And he let you.

And once you had had your fill, his gloved fingers came to grip the hair at the back of your head and pull you back. Your mouth released his skin with a loud pop.

"Shit." You whimpered as he ran his teeth along your collarbones, your chest heaving, feeling strained and tight against the fabric of your top. A small cry left your swollen lips as he bit your earlobe, before running his tongue along the smarting skin. The act was enough to compel you to thrust your hips against his, earning a low groan from the hero.

He continued to map your skin with kisses and bites, leaving behind several red patches of skin. Your hands had continued to run along the length of his body, and you could tell he loved it.

So lost were the two of you in your embrace that it was the sound of a nearby police siren that had him pulling away.

With heaving chests and swollen lips, the two of you stared at one another. Slowly he set you back down and stepped away. You suddenly felt very cold at not having his warm body so close to your own. He readjusted his mask, while you straightened your clothes.

Spiderman glanced back at you, and you stared back. But then you blinked, and he was gone.

                                             ————————–

Your next encounter would be more then you bargained for.

It had all the makings of a good heist movie.

There was a masquerade ball, villains milling all around, and a safe somewhere in the gorgeous mansion that had something in it with your name on it.

You had dressed carefully for the event, styling yourself to appear as one of the many elite villains that shook hands with the senators, mayors, politicians, and businessmen. They were all in league, which you didn't find surprising. The entire point of the masquerade was to make connections without knowing who the other person was.

And it also provided you with the opportunity to carry out your job. No one had hired you to do it, it had been more of a personal affair.

A girl had to eat in-between jobs.

You were sipping on a champagne flute, watching and waiting for the right moment to slip away. The dress you wore had more then a few men approach you with a proposition. And the mask you had adorned, only added to your allure. Which you denied of course. You weren't about to let anyone distract you from your true intentions.

Finally, you were able to slip out of the ballroom, and once making sure no one saw you, you began to steal your way through the darkened empty hallways. You had already memorized the blueprints of the mansion, but it took you some time to navigate your way through the seemingly endless hallways.

But you managed to find your way just fine. And once the safe was empty, the jewelry inside tucked away in the voluminous fabric of your dress, you gave yourself a metaphorical pat on the back on a job well done, and began to make your way back to the Ballroom.

                                             ————————–

However, as you walked back, you had a sneaking suspicion that you were being followed.

Quickly activating your powers, you made to conceal yourself in the shadows as you waited for the person to make themselves known.

Said person dropped down from the ceiling landing in a perfect crouch. Your eyes widened at the familiar figure. Though he was dressed in a tuxedo with a simple black mask covering the top half of his face, you knew who it was.

A little peeved that he was there to stop you, you couldn't help but reach into your garter and pull out a small knife which you threw in his direction. Of course, given his reflexes he caught it mid air.

"I know you're there, Obake." He called out, staring in your general direction. With a sigh you stepped out, allowing yourself to be visible to him as you did. You didn't miss the way he completely went still at your appearance. Ruby painted lips pulled in a smug smile as you shifted where you stood, being sure your leg was completely visible where there was a slit in your dress. "I didn't know you attended Villain parties, Spidey." You said, enjoying how his gaze traveled the length of your exposed leg. You would be lying if you didn't say that having him be completely mesmerized by your appearance didn't stroke your ego a little bit.

"Well I have to bust out my acting chops every now and then to do some spy work. Can't let you always play dress up." He reached up to straighten his bow tie, leaving it even more crooked then it was before. You shook your head, before approaching him. Reaching up you straightened his bow tie, allowing the tips of your fingers to teasingly graze against the exposed skin of his throat.

This had to be the most you had seen him. Your fingers slipped from his throat, only for your hands to come to a rest on his chest.

Your gazes locked and neither of you could look away.

This was the first time your eyes locked without the white lenses of your masks in the way.

Which meant it was the first time you were seeing his eyes and he was seeing yours.

They were brown. A dark brown that had a softness to it that you had never seen in eyes before. They captivated you, and despite your best efforts to look away you just couldn't.

Then again he wasn't any better. He was staring back at you with just as much fascination as you felt.

You would've thought your brain would be too frazzled to make a remark. "Who knew you had such pretty eyes under that mask Spidey." You heard yourself say, the corner of your mouth pulling up in half a smile.

"Its my true superpower." He quipped back his voice sounding breathless. Maybe he was remembering the kiss the both of you had shared not too long ago?

Suddenly he stiffened. His eyes drifted to a spot above your shoulder. His hands came up to grasp your arms as he pulled you into a darkened corner. "Someone's coming." He said.

You could simply turn both him and yourself invisible. It was easy enough to do.

"Maybe if we pretend we were just sneaking off to make out or something, they won't notice us." You whispered. His hands still gripped your shoulders as he looked at you. Suddenly feeling foolish for even suggesting it, you made to shake your head and opened your mouth to tell him to disregard what you had just said.

You were unable to do so, when he suddenly pulled you flush against him and joined your lips in a dance they had done once before.

It was as if something flipped inside you and your body knew exactly what it had to do. Your arms wound around his shoulders. His hands were roaming whatever he could touch. And wherever he did, your skin burned under your dress. You shuddered as he continued to stroke along the length of your body.

Your fingers snaked up to grip his hair. It was so soft, prompting you to dig your nails into his scalp. He let out a loud groan when you did that, causing you to smile against his lips. But he got his revenge when he caught a patch of your skin between his teeth and began to stroke it with his tongue. Your legs nearly gave out from under you when he did that.

But he didn't stop there.

Taking advantage of the very very low neck of the dress he continued to travel downwards, his mouth and tongue stroking every inch of skin as he went. His hands found the slit in your dress, which he pushed aside to reveal your bare leg to him. Somehow you found yourself with your back against the wall, with Spiderman kneeling in front of you with his lips pressing kisses all along the length of your leg.

Heat coiled in your stomach and threatened to release at any moment. But you held it in check. As his mouth ascended, you found yourself wishing that the both of you were in another location. A location where this could go further.

All the way.

Once his mouth reached your thigh, you reached down to pull him back up by his hair. He wasted no time to fuse your lips together once more, tongues battling for dominance as you tried your best to make this moment last as long as you could.

You felt someone pass behind you. They didn't even give a glance in your direction before they disappeared around the corner.

Spidey was the first one to pull back. His hair was tousled, his mask a little lopsided. His eyes still held that cloud of lust which you were sure hung in your eyes as well. Your red lipstick had bled all around his mouth, prompting you to reach out and gently try to rub it away with your thumb.

You stopped though, once you caught sight of the look he was giving you. There was an almost feverish look in his eyes as he held your gaze. Even if you wanted to turn away, you couldn't.

Leaning forward you watched as he turned his head, as if physically restraining himself from kissing you anymore. But that was not your plan.

Instead your warm lips found his neck. Placing a sensual kiss against his warm skin, and leaving behind an imprint of your red lips. You didn't pause, instead you continued to leave kisses along his neck. You only pulled back once you were sure you had imprinted on every inch of his neck and jaw. A deep sigh, one full of longing, escaped your parted lips as your fingers stroked along the sharp cut of his jaw.

"One of these days, we will have to finish what we start." He whispered to which you gave a wry smile. "A little too confident are we Spidey?" You responded, to which he smiled back at you. Still you leaned up to whisper something in his ear. He gave you a startled look, but you only winked at him before disappearing from his arms.

                                             ————————–

The curtains were drawn, but the floor to ceiling windows were open, allowing the soft sheer fabric to flutter in the breeze. There was only a little moonlight, enough to allow you to see where you walked, but dark enough that all you could make out were the silhouettes of everything around you.

You were still in your dress from earlier that evening, though you had taken off your heels, jewelry, mask and makeup. You were seated at the vanity, lost in thought and absentmindedly running a brush through your hair as you did. Your mind was occupied by the thoughts of a certain spider-themed hero.

You hadn't been able to not think of your first kiss with him. It had excited you in ways you had never been before. Had sparked a flame in you that had only ever simmered in the past.

When you were with Spiderman, it ignited into a raging inferno.

A ridiculous notion, and yet you could not stop thinking about him since that day. Perhaps that was why you had kissed him tonight once more. You had been curious to know if it was a one time thing. But when he had kissed you back, you couldn't help but want more.

And you still wanted more.

Which was why you had whispered a location and a name in his ear before parting.

The sound of someone landing on the balcony outside alerted you to his presence. You didn't need to turn around to confirm who it was. You knew his footfalls by heart by now. You closed your eyes, breathing deeply to calm your suddenly racing heart.

You felt him come to a stop behind you.

"I didn't think you'd come." You said, your voice barely above a whisper as you felt bare fingers run along the side of your shoulder. Was he still wearing his tux?

"Its rude to keep a lady waiting." He responded, his voice much lower then you had ever heard before. His fingers played with the side of your dress, before slowly lowering it down to expose your shoulder. You stood up, turning around to face him. In the darkened room you couldn't make out his face, but you knew he had removed his mask as well.

Your fingers found his bow tie which you undid, before slowly starting to unbutton his shirt. "As delicious as you looked wearing the tux, I think I prefer you in red and blue." You whispered softly to him, undoing the final button and watching as he shrugged out of both his shirt and his jacket, leaving his torso bare.

"I, however, prefer this dress." He whispered before he took a step forward to run a finger down the length of your exposed skin at the front. "But at the moment, I would prefer you out of it." His words prompted you to reach behind and pull down the zipper of the dress. Given the heavy fabric of the skirts it dropped to the floor, pooling around you.

He inhaled a sharp breath, and you could only imagine how his brown eyes would roam your naked body. You had forgone a bra, since the dress came with one sewn in it. So all that left you in was a pair of silk panties that were beginning to get very very uncomfortable against your burning skin.

Your hands made quick work of his belt, before he pushed down his trousers and took off his shoes and socks, leaving him in just his boxer shorts.

For a few moments, the both of you simply stood there.

There was just something so intimate about that moment. Standing in the dark, naked. You didn't even know his name, and yet here you were, trusting him completely in that moment. Just as he trusted you.

You were the first to reach out, and he took your hand, slowly pulling you close. Your mind was clouded with need, so much so that you nearly missed when he whispered something.

"Peter."

You paused for a brief moment, before you let out a soft laugh. "Y/n. But you already knew that." You were referring to the fact that you had already told him your first name.

Your arms were around one another, and your lips picked up from where they had left off. The last of your barriers slipped away and all that remained was you and him.

In that moment nothing else mattered.

Not the fact that you were a thief and he was a hero. Not the fact that you knew next to nothing about him, just as he knew nothing about you.

As his mouth pressed greedy and hurried kisses all along the side of your neck before descending to the top of your breasts all sense of thought and common sense, whatever was left of it, abandoned you completely.

With how close your bodies were pressed against one another, you could feel him against you. And that only served you to spur him on. A firm pull on his shoulder, and you allowed yourself to fall back on top of the bed just behind you. In a moment Peter was above you, caging you with his arms as he turned his attention to the rest of your body.

With every brush of his hand and his mouth, you arched against him, content on simply laying there and enjoying the attention he showered you with. You would return the favor in due time, but for now, it seemed he was much eager to please you. Probably a male thing.

Not that you were complaining.

The final garment you wore was slipped off, as did his. Your eyes followed as he crawled above you. You reached up to kiss him, arching your body against his to tease him further. Your hands roamed his chest, and you let out a small moan of desire when you felt his sculpted body under your fingers.

Oh you would definitely have fun with him later.

For now though, your bodies pressed together in an embrace that had both of you reaching the height of your passion. You called out to him, clawing at his back as he took you. On his part, he moaned your name against your lips, panting, his entire body shuddering with the effort to stop himself from getting to rough.

Although once you yanked at his hair and threatened to leave him high and dry if he didn't stop holding back, he let go.

You had no idea what happened next. All you felt was an agonizing yet delicious heat coursing through your veins, as your body arched underneath him. Your nails dug into his back, as his name fell from your lips like a broken prayer. Over and over and over. Your head spun at the intensity of your pinnacle, but that didn't stop you from seeking out his lips and kissing him messily, teeth and tongue.

Your bodies were covered in sweat from your excursions, but neither of you were willing to pull away. At least not completely.

You didn't know what the future would bring for the both of you, but as you lay in his arms in the aftermath of your coupling you found you didn't really care.

Whatever would come, or wouldn't come, you were ready to fight for it. And as Peter pressed one final kiss to the top of your head, you know he would too.

[gootie]

Drink ‘n drawing Obake tonight with Michael Cannon Scott Shinsato Sandy Covington Jon J Murakami Napua Ahina Aiko Wan & Ron Catiggay . I couldn’t get a good scan with my phone, so I played with it in Procreate

[hiranospiercing]

tashiro and the kumo-monster.

thup, thup, thup, 

it was sewed in the sulci of his brain

like a choreographed piece, he moved, almost surrendering to his feet, his feet that were stuck, his feet that felt blue, 

thup, thup, thup,

it was comical, a meticulously blue monster, a vacous quicksand, 

he kept jumping, left feet, right feet, left feet, right feet,

thup, thup, thup,

the corners between his toes felt misty, it was as if he was performing for someone divine,

air?

an air that felt so blue it almost felt like the ocean,

a guitarfish danced with him,

what were guitarfishes called again,

rhino-? rhino-? rhino- oo- rhino, he chimed in heedlessness,

it pierced through him, 

he felt cynical, 

sticking his tongue out almost stubbornly and trying to taste whatever he could,

he could not taste the ocean, 

what was he standing on, 

the last thing he could remember was how it was impossible to stand in the air, 

fuwa-  fuwa  -fuwa, 

the vacuous monster felt softer at times

right feet, left feet, thup, thup, thup

it was a cloud, 

he could see it, he could see himself 

bare,

it was a peculiar experience to see himself dance naked,

a menacingly big, murky looking, giant monster

a cumulonimbus one if he had to please his inner cynic

a bare tashiro gonzaburou, who was nothing but bare,

tashiro gonzaburou was never a cynic to begin with, 

the kumo monster did that to him. 

“hanazawa-senpai, how often do you dream?”,

tashiro could feel sweat all over his hands, ping-pong was not supposed to be that sweat-inducing,

“ambitiously or figuratively?”, hanazawa looked equally sweaty,

“the ones that you see at night, ah why do you have to make everything so grand and complex”, tashiro whined, he wondered whether most entrance-examinees were like that or whether it was just hanazawa-the-turn-every-question-philosophical-masato,

“well i do, though they are rarely vivid-”, hanazawa paused for a second, running a cold towel on his wrists, pit-pat-pit-pat “well at times they are,” 

“what are they about? clouds?”, tashiro questioned 

“aren’t clouds a little too specific? do you dream about clouds tashiro-kun?”, hanazawa laughed, 

“s-e-n-p-a-i-i-i, what are your dreams about?”, tashiro knew he was running away, well he wasn’t necessarily confident like that but well he was never a coward, but the clouds, the clouds could burst any moment, he knew that,

“i dream of fighting dragons,” 

“who wins?”, 

“that’s a secret,” 

secrets, hanazawa had a lot of them 

well tashiro might have had one too.

“tashiro, did you ever look for ghosts as a kid?”,

miyano asked tashiro as tashiro and kuresawa sorted through costumes,

well it was all kuresawa,

tashiro was all covered in fabric, “i did, though never found one,”,

he laughed as his voice muffled through the clothes,

“i knew it, you seem to be that type,” 

“what type?”,

“the type who would be interested in superstitions and occult,”, miyano said

“the type who never gets scared,”, kuresawa added

“you are probably too stupid to be afraid,”, they laughed,

tashiro laughed louder,

was there a name for people like him, perhaps gullible, those who dangled on the edges of the liminal spaces between dreams and reality, was he superstitious? perhaps not, though tashiro was never still, he could not after all, his feet weren’t used to standing still on a rigid floor, 

he was, 

well,

too stupid. 

“i also looked for the obake you know, those shape-shifters,”, for the entirety of his elementary grade summer vacation, tashiro looked for them, the shape-shifters,

“tashiro, what would you have done if you found one?”, kuresawa asked

“ask them what their actual shape was?”, 

“wouldn’t that be the end of it all? what shape-shifter would know their actual shape?”, and they were laughing again,

“you are honestly too stupid tashiro”,

tashiro laughed too, 

he was, 

after all.

“hanazawa senpai, what do you think about shape-shifters?”,

“i think they are lucky, have nothing to conform to you know,”

“isn’t that a bit scary? not knowing who you are?”,

“didn’t you call them shape-shifters, that’s what they are tashiro-kun,”

“....”

“they are free. that’s how i see it atleast. some lucky bastards,”

tashiro sat fazed, the cloud appeared again, crap, he had to stretch his arms, he had to move his feet, the guitarfish suddenly pierced through his skin, he was bareskin, jumping, or else, the cloud would burst, he would burst,

“tashiro-kun, did you dream about shape-shifters this time?”, hanazawa laughed, 

tashiro was back in class again, the clouds were gone, 

“yes, they refused to tell me their actual shape,”, tashiro laughed

“what did they say?”,

“that they would die if they did,”

“fair enough.”

tashiro wasn’t skeptical about it to begin with, though the clouds resided in his throat, he could not help but ask, he could not help but question, 

“aren’t you lonely?”,

the shape-shifter laughed, their eyes piercing through his skin, it was as if the guitarfish resided in there,

“why would i be?”,

“they don’t know who you are,”,

“gon-chan, what do you think i’am?”,

“...”

“gon-chan, stop lying,”,

“i’am not lying, it is the truth, you are miserable, i know that much,”,

“gon-chan, tell me, what do you want to know?”,

“will i be swallowed, once it bursts?”,

“do you think you will be?”,

“perhaps, once i stop jumping,”,

“why don’t you try for once?”,

“i will die if i do,”,

“you won’t, i can tell you that much,”, 

“will you remember me?”,

“gon-chan will always be gon-chan.”

tashiro ran for it, before it swallowed him, he had to tell hanazawa, he had to tell him that he might die and he might change and he might become miserable but he had to do it, he had to tell hanazawa that hanazawa could not forget him. 

“tashiro-kun will always be tashiro-kun.”

notes: hello, shout-out to gender fluid tashiro gonzaburou, happy pride month!! anyways the scientific name of a guitarfish is rhinobatidae, clouds are called kumo in japanese and lastly obake are shape-shifters, a type of yokai(spirit) in japanese mythology.

[demonworldwritings]

Growing Serenity🌷

C/W: None💖

Characters: Gardener|Alisa Woods, Night Watch|Brutus, Enchantress|Mary Dorval (Entomologist|Grace Ruiz, Postman|Andrew Valentine mentioned)

A/N: First fic here and it’s gonna be a wholesome one (⌒‿⌒)! Consider this my "Brutus gets therapy" fic

(;￣ー￣川. Anyway, enjoy! (Also Brutus has a humanoid design/figure in this au as a heads up, kind of a gijinka for him) also I’ll explain the Obake V au at some point, there’s just a lot to it

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'Meet me in the greenhouse as soon as you can! I have something I’d like to show you! Also there will be another person there, hope you don’t mind! See you soon! ~Alisa Woods' That was the letter Brutus just received from Andrew. It was strange to him. He never figured he would get any type of invitation from anyone. Who would want to be around him? He figured it would be rude to not accept the offer though. He was admittedly curious as to what the gardener could’ve wanted to show him. But who was this other person? These were the thoughts he was having while walking down to the greenhouse, waving to some of the other hunters that were in the living room. After getting to the greenhouse, he was about to open the door when-

"Oh, Brutus! Hi!” Mary exclaimed. She looked somewhat in a hurry, but not in a bad way, more so in an excited way. Was this the other person Alisa was talking about?

"Hello Mary. Did you get a letter from Alisa too?" Brutus asked, walking slightly away from the door while Mary walked over to it.

"Yeah I did. She said she wanted to show me something." Mary replied. 'Did she just send the same letter to both of us? What could she want?' Brutus thought before Mary opened the door to the greenhouse. The sun was very bright today, so the two had to shield their eyes a little to be able to see properly.

"Hey you two! Over here!" Alisa shouted. She was pushing a tote with what seemed to be bags of flower seeds inside.

"Hey Alisa, what did you want to show us?" Mary asked, walking down the steps into the greenhouse proper. Brutus was still standing at the top of the steps and gave a small wave to Alisa.

"Well I did some digging around the manor with Grace…" Alisa rummaged through the tote before holding out a bag of bellflower seeds with both of her hands "and it turns out there’s a bunch of different types of flower seeds around here!". She looked very proud of herself by making this discovery.

"And these are just one of many!" She put the seeds back into the tote before pushing it closer to where Mary was standing "how about you both come and take a look? I have all of the other supplies for you two!". Mary walked over to the tote with Brutus following shortly afterwards, finally going down the steps.

"Was this all you wanted to show us?" Brutus asked. He quickly realized how this may have sounded rude so he backed up and put his hands up, as if he was surrendering "not trying to be rude! I just wanted to know…".

"Well this wasn’t all I wanted…" Alisa said before walking back towards the empty flowerbeds and picking up a gardening towel "I wanted for you guys to try gardening! Alongside finding those seed packets…" She turned around and made a small hole in the soil "Grace and I found that the soil was perfect for growing anything seemingly year round! Guess it’s just another strange magical element this place has."

"Out of curiosity, why did Grace even care for any of this?" Mary asked, she had also picked out a bag of scabiosa seeds.

"Well she wanted to know if she could possibly plant anything to attract insects to answer your question." Alisa responded. She gestured Mary over to the flowerbeds and showed her where the other tools were so she could get them.

"Oh Brutus, did you find anything you liked?" Alisa asked while walking over to Brutus who was still rummaging through the tote.

"These look nice…" Brutus said, holding up a bag of cosmos seeds "but are you sure you want for me to do this? I don’t want to ruin anything…" Brutus said, looking slightly down and concerned

"Of course I want for you to do it! I think it’d be a nice thing for you to try!" Alisa exclaimed, looking very hopeful "now come on! I’ll show you where you can start." Alisa said while guiding Brutus over to the flowerbed next to Mary’s. The three spent most of the rest of the day gardening. With Brutus finding a new hobby, and group of friends that he could spend his time with.

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[dream-meister-translations]

ISLAND FULL OF MYSTERIES ELMA CHARACTER CARD #1

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Waves crashed against the bow of the ship as it soared through the sea. Water splashing up onto the deck that was bathed in glorious sunshine. ELMA : Hahaha! The sea breeze feels so good! EMMA : Hey Elma, you look even more happy than usual. ELMA : Well, it's not every day you get to go on a cruise with friends! The sun is shining and the waves are totally awesome! I'm just itching to get my surf on! You feel the same, right Wal? WALTER : It is what it is. SHEILA : It's fine to be excited, but don't forget that we are on a mission.

ELMA : Hahaha! Don't worry so much, Shi-chan! I can help you guys investigate the mysterious haunted island, AND have some fun surfing while I'm at it! Oh! And I already got a barbecue set up at the secret base too! SHEILA : I'm getting more and more worried by the second… We are currently on our way to Obake Island, also known as "Ghost Island", to fulfill a request from the federation. We were told to investigate the island for any strange occurrences. EMMA : (The island had been there for years, until yesterday, when it suddenly disappeared and reappeared in a different place. From the rumors I've heard, it really does sound like "Ghost Island.") ELMA : By the way, you've been reading for a while, Emma. What is that? Doesn't look like any comic or magazine I've ever seen. EMMA : It's a document about the sea and the ship routes sailing in this area. I thought it might be useful for this mission. ELMA : Of course it's work related! I really admire you for being so serious about your work. But, when you're on the sea, you should be more like me! EMMA : Be more like you? So I should say, "I'm so happy to be here!" ELMA : Yup! That's it! We're gonna have a lot of fun! I get it, it's important to read all that info for the job, but there are a lot of things you won't really understand until you touch the ocean for yourself! EMMA : You're absolutely right. Looking at him, I gave a small nod and set my research documents to the side. Elma's smile instantly streched from one ear to the other. ELMA : So, Emma, since we're here. You wanna go on a date with me? EMMA : A date…? Before I can answer, Elma is grabbing my hand and dragging me toward the edge of the ship. Staring down into the water, I can see brightly colored schools of fish swimming beneath the surface. EMMA : Wow, they sparkle like jewels, huh? ELMA : Ooh! That's a good way of putting it! They look like a little jewelry box in the sea. But for me, your smile is a hundred times more dazzling than all the fish… EMMA : What!? ELMA : N-Nothing! With that, Elma rested his cheek against the railing of the ship and smiled up at me. ELMA : Emma, you always work so hard, don't you? But if all you do is work all the time, you'll get tired and burnt out. We can do our jobs, but let's also have fun exploring the island, kay! His bright and bubbly smile made my heart leap in anticipation of our time together.

[nobbykun]

Artist - 郷ひろみ・樹木希林 (Go, Hiromi & Kiki, Kirin) Song - お化けのロック (Obake No Rock) [Eng. "Rock 'n' Roll Of Ghosts"] Release Date - September 1977

Listen 🎶

https://rumble.com/v2xz1m8-hiromi-go-and-kirin-kiki-obake-no-rock.html

My blog: Showa Music Library https://nobbykun.tumblr.com/

[ryqoshay]

Putting on Hairs - Post Production: 1923, Sunday

Primary Pairing: N/A Starring: Shizuku Rating: T? Words: 590 AU: Theater, Ghosts Fandom: Love Live Nijigasaki Parent Fic: Putting on Hairs - Post Production Time Frame: Sometime before the main story Event: Promptober 2022 Event Source: Idol Fanfic Heaven channel on Discord Prompt: Sunday Content Warning: Major Character Death, Descriptions of fire

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Author’s Note: Primary entry for Oct 23rd

Summary: Shizuku awakens to the aftermath

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Shizuku stirred. Had her name just been called?

The last she remembered was collapsing from smoke inhalation while waiting, she believed in vain, for Amagi to return with aid. A moment later, a flaming plank from the floor above fell on her. She had seen it coming but lacked the strength to try to roll out of the way. It struck her face, and her world went dark.

But now, she was pretty sure she had heard her name. Had rescue finally arrived?

She opened her eyes.

“Otousan? Okaasan?” She uttered in surprise.

Her parents ignored her. Their attention seemed to be focused on… her?

Wait, why were there two of her? What’s going on?

Shizuku called out again, this time moving and reaching toward her mother.

It was then that she noticed her hand was somewhat… translucent? She looked down. Her entire body was like that, and even seemed to give off a pale glow, of sorts. Was she… a ghost? Was she dead?!

Shizuku moved in to inspect what she now believed to be her own dead body. From the burns to the soot and ash, she was barely recognizable, save for half of her face. Shizuku reached up to where she remembered the plank landing on her. Strangely, her ghost form seemed to mimic that damage, and she found herself dreading trying to see her reflection.

She watched, in a surreal daze as her parents began to carry her corpse away. Should she follow? They couldn’t see or hear her, so would it even matter?

A moment later, her father returned, along with what Shizuku assumed were emergency rescue workers. They began to dig through the rubble behind her.

Shizuku turned and stared at the scene. The theater was gone, a smoldering husk was all that remained. However, fires continued to rage elsewhere, filling the night sky with their light, which reflected ominously off their columns of smoke.

Shizuku watched helplessly as the workers continued their search for survivors. Occasionally, as a body was found, a soft light, not unlike a chōchin-obake, would form, before taking the shape of the victim. And another theater ghost would join the ranks.

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“Shizuku-chan!”

“Ama…” Shizuku paused as she spotted her friend “gi-san?”

It was nearly dawn. The rescue crew had moved on and Shizuku hadn’t seen her parents in hours. She had tried to follow them but found she could only stray so far from the theater. Chaos still reigned in most of Tokyo, while she and the other victims of the theater struggled to deal with the realization that they were now ghosts and no longer part of that world.

“I’m so~ sorry~” Amagi wailed, running into Shizuku’s arms. “I couldn’t find help to save you!”

“And you’re a ghost now too…” Shizuku lamented.

“A strange man picked me up and carried me out of the theater.” Amagi explained. “I tried to tell him to find you, but he wouldn’t listen. Everything outside was burning. And it was so hot. The street started melting and we got stuck. And… And… I’m so sorry…”

“It’s alright.” Shizuku comforted her crying friend, reaching up to pat her head.

“It’s not alright!” Amagi insisted. “I broke my promise!”

“It wasn’t your fault.” Shizuku assured. “I don’t blame you for what happened to me. And from what you described and what I saw myself, I’m not sure if you coming back for me would have made a difference. I wish things hadn’t turned out like this for us. But I’m definitely not mad at you for any of it.”

Amagi sniffled. “A… Alright…” With that, the other girl’s glow began to dim. “I’m so glad you’re not m…”

“Amagi-san?”

“You resolved her regret.” One of the other ghosts said from nearby.  “You should be happy that you let her move on.”

Regret? Shizuku pondered. What regret was tethering her…?

Oh. She never fulfilled her dream of starring on stage.

But she was a ghost. How could she ever resolve such a regret now?

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Author’s Note Continued: This is a direct sequel to last year’s Promptober entry for its Twenty prompt. I’m hoping I’ve provided enough context that it isn’t necessary to have read that chapter to understand what is going on here, but I will still happily shill my other works and recommend you find that one, here or over on AO3, and read it.

Anyway, bells went off in the back of my mind when I read this prompt. Something about a particular Saturday I had already written about. Of course the fact that I hadn’t actually mentioned that September 1st, 1923 was a Saturday in the chapter itself, nor in the notes, made it a bit harder to find. But I did. And I remembered.

Thus, the sequel chapter this year, naturally takes place on a Sunday, the day after the Great Kantō earthquake.

And finally, for those who may have missed it, I managed to sneak in last year’s Lantern prompt via its Japanese translation of chōchin, which literally means paper lantern. Still keeping up with my personal challenge! Woo!

[fullcravings]

Homemade Vanilla Ice Cream

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[sagaofstardustmkg]

obake || baku || trial 6.9 (nice) || re: janelle

Fumie knows all about all-consuming guilt, of course. She's kept herself sequestered away for the past almost-ten years of her life because of it. She speaks badly of herself because of it. Even though she knows, having been told numerous times now, that what happened to her family and to those other students and to the members of the group here that had been hurt wasn't her fault, she refuses to accept any kindness because of it. Or she had, until recently. The stubbornness of her friends here had finally gotten through to her, at least to some degree. It hurts to be forgiven, she knows. It hurts worse when people won't even let you apologize, because then what do you have? Nothing-- they will stop you from trying to make things right in what they feel is an act of kindness, thinking you don't need to, and then you're left with nothing to do at all except feel guilt.

So she understands, somewhat, how Janelle must feel. She feels like she doesn't deserve the kindness she's being given. Every time it's given, it leaves her less repenting to do, until she's only able to punish herself. That's how Fumie felt, at least. And she imagines Janelle must feel worse, with tens of loops of lives on her hands. All her fault-- and Fumie hadn't been wrong when she'd said it, no matter what Petrel's bleeding heart said. It had to be someone's fault, no matter how sad that person's life was.  

...Now the question is, as someone who understands-- how should Fumie respond? She furrows her brow, watching Janelle. Watching her ask for one more chance. 

It's Fumie's own constant self-punishment that stops her from thinking about her own feelings, really. She doesn't, even now. But she knows exactly what it is she cares about here, and though she doesn't dislike Janelle, it isn't her. Really, if you think about it-- though she doesn't think of her own feelings, as she thinks wholeheartedly of her friends', that too is a selfish act. She needs them to be safe. She cares about them all so deeply, that if she can't save them, then she can't imagine what horrible pit she might sink into. 

Because of that, Fumie's selfish answer becomes clear. She takes a deep breath.

"No."

Under the table, her hands wring together with the force of her anxiety, but she manages to keep her eyes fixed on Janelle. Maybe a bit deer-in-headlights-y, but... she's trying.

"...N-Not unless... you can prove, without a doubt, that it won't hurt anyone here. The first time you tried-- t-that's what caused all this. We're stuck here because of that. Y-You need to explain exactly how-- how this time will be different. And that no one will get hurt. ...Or no."

Though it may seem harsh for someone as mild-mannered as Fumie, this is the best she can offer to someone insistent on self-punishment. It's what she would want-- a chance to explain. And a chance to prove that she definitively can do better and fix things, without apologies getting in the way. Whether Janelle wants it, or even listens, is up to her. But it's the only kindness Fumie feels she can offer.

"...I-If you've done so many bad things... prove that you won't do one more."

Whether she catches more backlash for her harsh answer doesn't matter to her, really. She had come here intending to get everyone to dislike her... and now Janelle was doing the same. Fumie would be disliked one more time, if needed, in order to keep her friends safe. It was a simple answer, when she stopped worrying about everything, really.

(As if to prove the point of her priorities, she glances around at said friends and gasps when she sees Bo. 

"Bo, y-your nose...!" Whatever determination she had goes out of her as she fumbles into her skirt pocket, taking out a handkerchief and offering it to him. "T-Take this...")

[thexhollow]

Character Name: Hiro Hamada

Alliance: neutral

Show: Big Hero 6

Play-by: Ryan Potter

Rank: n/a

Personality: Brazen, Stubborn, Caring

Brief Bio: Hiro’s life was never the same after the death of his brother Tadashi. Both the bad and the good. If there was one silver lining was the formation of Big Hero 6- the vigilante superhero group that he and his friends formed to carry on his brothers legacy and keep San Fransokyo safe.

But like most good things, eventually that came to an end. Wasabi, Honey Lemon and GoGo graduated and moved for work, leaving Hiro and Fred to figure out what to do with the missing pieces. Fred wanted to continue but Hiro had concluded it was time to hang up their super suited for now and focus on real life. They’d protected the city from enough disaster and they could always meet up again if something bad happened.

Fred left to help his father fight crime on the other side of the world while Hiro went on to graduated from San Fransokyo Institute of Technology at the tender ago of 18 with a masters in robotics. He was planning on working with Tesla when suddenly a darkness enveloped the world.

Hiro tried to reach the old gang but couldn’t get though to them. With Baymax’s help he tracked down the source of the problem, and the war that was brewing. Rumors of magic had spread but as a man of science he remained skeptical. He came to learn the problem was a woman named Jezebel and there was a group of rebels lead by a woman named Red to oppose her, but he wasn’t so sure about their tactics. He decided it was best to keep watch, occasionally lending protection to the rebels, but mostly working on a solution on his own while he waited for Honey, GoGo, Fred and Wasabi to find him. He didn’t want to commit to there rebels without his friends here, fearing his inventions could wind up in the wrong hands like they had in the past with Obake and Callahan. He knew it would spell big disaster for everyone. Despite being neutral in this war he will always help out someone in danger.

[zombeegutz]

Momakase: Name something you might hurt yourself riding on.

Obake:

Obake: Heh-

Momakase: If you say Chiaki I'm going to slit your throat.