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[windblume-star]

everyone talks about pining for their dr s/o, but no one talks about pining for their dr friend group, so

DR friend group ideas:

group baking at someone's house

going to the mall

skipping school together

sneaking out to the aesthetic woods near the neighborhood and finding an old abandoned house behind a bunch of plants and turning it into a secret hideout

all wearing cool/cute outfits to school together you could never wear in your cr and no one can tease you over it cause all your friends got your back if they try anything

going to an abandoned park/playground at night together

sleepovers!!!!

going to pride parades together

going to some trashy fast food restaurant at the middle of the night as a group

those fun places you see on tiktok and want to go to but can't in your cr

being a team in a contest

getting revenge on anyone who messes with one of your friends, together

going to the movie theater

amusement parks

those places with obstacle courses and trampolines and those foam block pits

playing pranks on annoying teachers/classmates

having inside jokes

group cosplays

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Imagine during a thunderstorm the power goes out so you and your f/o make a pillow fort and use a lantern as a light source and tell each other ghost stories, giggling like little kids, and maybe just a bit of kissing (or a lot. It depends).

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DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES GIVE RUI KAMISHIRO A BLENDER.

author’s note: I fucked up one smoothie like a year ago, wrote this, never posted it. Now is the time for it to shine.

platonic wondersho x reader, oneshot, swearing, appliance destruction. Click readmore for the nonsense.

It’s the weekend (thank god), and like usual you’re spending the time in what you insist has to be the worst way possible- helping out at Wonder Stage.

You can’t even remember who dragged you into it originally- you used to do theater with Nene, you sat next to Emu in class last year, and of course you know Rui and Tsukasa. Everyone from Kamiyama High knows Rui and Tsukasa. Point is, you never had much of a friendship with any of the cast. 

So why in god’s name do they keep inviting you here?

Sure, you might have stopped a fire on the stage… and you might have rat-proofed backstage… and you might have bandaged Tsukasa’s arm when he scraped it against an unsanded prop. (Who even leaves their props unsanded? You spent the next few hours sanding almost every wood prop the stage had.) 

You realize now they’re probably using you. 

“We’re what?”

Nene looks up from her console and stares directly at you.

You also realize you said that out loud.

“You’re using me for my common sense and basic safety knowledge?”

You’re not the kind to just… dismiss something you said like that. You’ll hold yourself to it even if, like in this case, it gets you in a bit of trouble.

“We’re not using you for your common sense! I’ve got that as well!”

Nene sounds very annoyed. You’re wondering how long it’ll be until she just kicks you out.

“We’re using you for snacks.”

They’re- what? 

“…Understandable.”

You probably should have thought of that before. Theater kids (it’s no stretch to call the cast that) do love their snacks. 

And speaking of snacks-

“I brought something special for this rehearsal! Fufufu~”

You and Nene share a look of “Oh Fuck” and just watch as Rui carries a cardboard box into backstage. Tsukasa follows behind carrying a mini fridge.

“I thought we needed more food stuff back here! I mean, we need snacks between rehearsals, don’t we?”

The smile on Rui’s face shows how clearly pleased he is- you don’t want to ruin this for him.

You’re hesitant to mention the miserable past history of cooking supplies at Wonder Stage.

First was the first fridge- that one unfortunately molded over due to someone storing costumes over it. Nene didn’t mention names… but the tone she used made you think it was probably Tsukasa. 

Next was the mixer and oven. No, not a convection oven, like one meant for smaller living spaces. Rui brought a whole fucking restaurant oven to the Wonder Stage and thought it was a good idea. The mixer you actually thought would be fine (not like you were there to have a say). However Nene and Tsukasa made Rui throw out the oven because they knew that would be a violation of fire safety codes the world over. 

Of course the mixer got co-opted into practical effects.

Poor Emu only got to bake with the supplies once.

And so continues a long and troubled history with appliances, all conveyed to you backstage by whatever member happened to be hanging out with you at the time. Overall, there were:

Three failed fridges,

One failed oven,

Two failed sinks,

One entire air fryer, 

Five ice makers,

And countless random small kitchen tools 

That met a grisly end at the stage. 

Somehow one (1) microwave survived all of this appliance carnage. You’re thankful for that.

By the time you’d heard the third story you’d gotten the idea that bringing cooking supplies was a bad idea. 

And here Rui is, clearly not sharing that opinion, all smiling and cheerful. He places the box down, helps Tsukasa with getting the fridge set up, then takes his next victim out of the box. 

A blender.

“Someone is going to get injured.” Nene quite literally blurts this out. 

“Nooo! I’ll make sure of it. You have my word!” Rui is very convinced about this, you doubt you can change anything here.

“Well then, how long do you think this one will last?” You jokingly ask Nene.

“Hmm… I give it a day at most.”

Rui’s getting ingredients out of the fridge.

“I change my mind. Fifteen minutes.”

You get up, not wanting to witness this- you head instead onto the stage, deciding to hang out there. Emu’s practicing dances to herself and singing bits of the songs under her breath- you make sure to sit somewhere where you won’t interrupt her.

Unfortunately, you can still hear the chaos backstage.

“I bet I could put soda candies in here!” 

Rustling, the sound of Rui opening a bag of something.

“They’ll break the blades. Too hard.” 

Tsukasa’s voice, the sound of that bag promptly being closed and a whole new one being opened.

“But if we dissolve them—“ More bag rustling. 

“This thing has trouble enough with frozen fruit. Let’s just stick to that.” It’s odd to hear Tsukasa as the voice of reason.

“Fine. But I have no doubt it would work.”

The sound of something being poured into the blender. 

“That is… I think you should have stopped at the capacity line.” Nene’s voice now. It seems Rui has an audience.

“No! It’ll work fine.”

Aggressive blender noises and occasional mumbling you can’t make out continue for the next five minutes. 

“Fine, maybe the fill line is there for a reason. But I’m sure it’ll work if we just keep trying!” 

“Did… we didn’t add juice, did we?” 

A collective “Oh…” resounds from backstage. The sound of a fridge door opening and what sounds like an entire carton of juice being poured into the blender. 

More blender noises. By now Emu has noticed this and stops cartwheeling around stage. 

“What are they doing back there? Sounds fun!”

“Uh… Rui brought a blender. From the sound of it, he’s never used one before.” A motor roar sounds out, punctuating this statement.

“Ooh! Is he perhaps making a concoction?”

“I did not ask him and I do not want to be around to witness.”

“Well- I do!”

Emu bolts backstage, leaving you alone on the stage. 

The blender noises stop, and now you can slightly smell smoke.

“Looks like having the blades spin without making contact with anything is messing with the motor… I should-“

“We are working with food at the moment, you can dissect the blender later.” You still aren’t used to a reasonable Tsukasa.

“Don’t dissect the blender! I want to make potions with it!” Emu’s voice… god you hope they let her have it.

“Fine… I’ll settle for dissecting one of these backstage fans, they’ve got the same sort of motor- Hey! Give that back!”

Sounds like someone’s taken something. The sound of stirring.

“This should help. Though… with the sheer proportions of this drink I doubt anything can help.” Nene says, with a grimace audible in her tone.

“Trust me! It’ll work out! Now hand it over!”

“Not to Tsukasa, to-“

The sound of the blender running again cuts Rui off, though this time the sound of what has to be some sort of mechanical malfunction cuts it off after around 30 seconds.  A loud squeak from Emu, a yell from Tsukasa, and a muttered “told you so” from Nene. 

The death toll of Rui’s curiosity now includes one blender.

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“The scent may drive me half

insane, but maybe you’ll see me

then.”

Rui Kamishiro Hanahaki

part one part two

(coming soon!)

anything to say, tommie?♪

hi, guys! this is part one of a two-part series with our favorite punching bag, rui! this is very heavy, all of the resolution will be in the next part. i just wanted to get something out for you all! this IS in response to an ask, but i think tumblr ate it! i’m gonna look for it, so if i find it i’ll reply!

anyway, wow! it has been a terrible couple months!! i am very unwell. i’m sorry about me ghosting you guys all the time, but here we are! here’s my psycho-babble-bullshit philosophical thinking and existential dread in the format of an x reader project sekai fanfiction. i am beyond saving.

i’ll quit talking! just wanna let you know this two-parte is probably the last pjsk thing i’m gonna write in a while

mewnies warning𖦹

this is VERY gorey and has MANY mentions of d€4th/s3w1c1de/1llness. (sorry if tumblr doesn’t care about those words but i’ll censor just in case(looking back i’m realizing that i say it all the time in the fic anyway so idc…)) has in detailed descriptions of puking as well. reader is kinda stupid in this, but what’s new? meow!

It started with a cough.

It was subtle at first. Honestly, he had thought he’d pulled something in his chest at rehearsal the day prior. It wasn’t anything to write home about; a dull ache that could be easily overlooked.

“It could be worse,” he says, staring at the mirror. On a worse day, he’d scold himself for talking to himself, then lament at the fact he actually scolded himself, but today, he felt a little self-pity at the state of his body.

Christ, he needs to chill out. Why had he woken up so erratic?

The walk to school was more or less unremarkable. You two hadn’t coordinated walking together that morning, so it did get pretty lonely. He ended up narrating everything he was doing in his head to pass the time, something that was—admittedly—not out of character. It was a bad habit he’d have to break one of these days, he knows. Not today though, maybe next week when his chest isn’t so heavy. His chest does feel pretty heavy—the sky is cloudy today, isn’t it? Maybe it’ll rain. He hopes no snails come from the ground. He hates watching out for them while he walks. The air seems misty, though, huh?

That morning at school, he hadn’t felt great. He had this fullness in his lungs he just couldn’t get to go away. No matter how hard he coughed, the pressure just wouldn’t release. Now, he’d never been in the best health, so it wasn’t unusual for him to be sick, but you’d think he would’ve felt something the day before. He couldn’t recall feeling this amount of suffocating pain in his chest yesterday, save for when you were talking to that stupid upperclassman-

God, his chest really hurts!

He coughs again, this one curling his body over the desk and making him remember where he was. Will the inconvenience ever end?! He puts his head on the desk, letting a pitiful hand raise, begging for a pardon.

He locks eyes with an upperclassman in the hallway on accident, making his pulse quicken. He can’t believe the nerve of some people!

He catches himself, stopping for a moment. They were just walking—Whatever. He’s not himself today.

While his short interaction may have just been the most terrifying thing he’s ever done, coughing wildly in a public bathroom trumped it. Sure his voice may have cracked when he called the teachers name, and yes, everyone turned to look at him (thus interrupting their class time), but making a ruckus for other people to hear is where he drew the line. God, he really needs to get his act together before he officially has no chance with you, he’s so ridiculous.

Of course, he found it immature that his biggest worry at the moment was his troublesome feelings for his best friend, and not something of substance like grades or music, but that’s just who he is. (He’d never blame you for it.) Though the innate yearning that teenagers have for romance has been told of for years and years, he’ll—at times—stupidly talk himself into believing he’s the only one who has such perverse thoughts of others. It’s not like he doesn’t know it’s senseless, it’s just… whatever. In any case, it’s his own misfortune in of itself. (Which is not something he really needs right now, what with hacking up a lung and all.)

You’d probably think he looks so stupid right now, leaning over a dirty school toilet, kneeling on the dirty bathroom floor. You were the only opinion he just couldn’t shake. It seemed ironically fitting for a boy such as himself to be there; maybe getting sick was karma for being the way he is. He’d see later if he could try praying away his sin on the walk home. Ha!

Another cough wracks his body at the thought of your disgust, and a strange sense of adrenaline overtakes him; akin the feeling of fight or flight you get just before puking. He wracks his brain for the meaning of it all. Just why are you suddenly filling him with so much dread?—Well, more than usual. It’s conveniently almost enough to distract from the fact that he’s turning his body inside out.

Ah, too late.

The contents of his filthy stomach finally reach where he’s coughing from, pooling into a disgusting, viscose shape floating at the top of the water. He doesn’t have enough time to think about the sick, for he has continued to choke savagely on his own breath. He hacks for a while, for a moment he actually thinks this is where he will die. Will God truly subject him to the embarrassment of lying next to a dirty toilet full of bile? Can dead people even be embarrassed?—

What’s that?

His choking finally breaks, but he can’t feel relief for very long.

A small pink petal floats on the top of all the mess, he’s watched enough shows to know what it means. This may just be the first time in his life he hasn’t felt compelled to find out more. His brain goes fuzzy with understanding, for a moment he isn’t even there. He can’t reach a single image in his mind as he stares at the innocent symbol of youth and beauty.

He must’ve eaten something pretty crazy, huh? What a stupid boy he is, thinking that way. Ha! To think he’d fall victim to such nonsense! He should go outside more. Catching a rare, romanticized illness as a highschool boy? He isnt some girl. He doesn’t covet you so much as to die. He has a small crush—not even! A fondness!

He laughs for a while, running his hand through his hair as he stands up. He washes his hands just that much harder and only comes to when he notices the redness of them. When did that happen? He must’ve hit them on the desk, he can really be so careless! The automatic faucet no longer registers his hand as a humans and he curses it with annoyance. He feels so sorry he ever thought such a brain-dead idea. His anger is only heightened when he realizes he’ll have to walk back to class with pruny, red fingers. He really does hate that class, he must have another half hour-

The bell rings? But it’s only… 11? Ah, he must’ve been in class longer than he thought. He had only been in the bathroom for five minutes at most! Days feel shorter and shorter recently, maybe he’s been sleeping too much! He takes a sharp turn, his body subconsciously wandering to where you eat together with him. He doesn’t even heed the stares of his classmates, he’s stopped noticing actually, it’s not that big of a surprise, not like he’s been all that bothered much anymore. He doesn’t heed much of anything, now that he’s thinking—or struggling to think—about it.

He just sits with this blank stare, naturally waiting for you, as if you had to tag him out. He can’t hold an idea in his head for longer than a second, that is, until you walk by. The world stops spinning and he’s hit with a sudden overwhelming feeling of intoxication. Lucidity hits him like a thousand bricks, he can’t help from wondering if “they” are letting out hormones causing him to feel so good around you. What are “they”? Nothing. He doesn’t care to explain to any reader what’s going on. Some can be too stupid to understand.

A rise of euphoria bubbles into his throat and he can’t help but look at you with wide eyes. His good humor is back.

“Hi,” he breathes, his trance lifted.

Now, you (completely in the dark about this whole situation) didn’t exactly know why he was staring at you so intently. It made you feel the slightest bit self conscious, so you decided to inspect him further. His cheeks were blotchy, his pupils were blown, there was this strange stain on his collar—Jeez, what happened to his hands?

“Hi?” You make yourself comfortable next to him, pulling out your lunchbox. “We can go inside if it’s too wet, i just thought it might be nice—“

“No! It’s fine!” He shakes his head fervently. He does feel the need to do something, though. He doesn’t have any homework, and it’s not like he can play with his machines from school. He bounces his knee restlessly, trying desperately to start a conversation.

“So, h—“

“Are you—“

“Sorry, go ahead,” you prompt, not wanting to pass up an opportunity to hear him chat you up while in good spirits (very good, you noticed.) He’s been a little down in the dumps recently—not that you were paying extra attention to him or anything—so it was welcome.

This, however, was preposterous to him. The mere thought of taking up the sacred time he has with you with something as needless as what he had to say was sickening—sacrilege! He waves you off, his hands hasty from the rush.

“I was only gonna ask how your day was!” He blurts, the trembling of his body growing more and more apparent. He needs to hear all about it.

On a different day, he’d be a little more reluctant to be so obvious with you, but a parasite has turned him shameless. He would make an ass of himself to keep chasing this feeling, his chest feels so light he thinks he could faint. He hears the blood going to his ears, pounding into his skull with the fragility of a hammer. The monotonous world he was just in was bustling once again. He can’t help but feel giddy when you open your mouth.

You talk about nothing of particular importance. What you had for breakfast, who was in your first period, but despite the inconsequence, he’s desperately hung on every word. His head nods hastily, agreeing as if you were delivering a speech. He was sure that you’d be thrilled to have him listen so intently, but, if anything, your uneasiness only grew with each word he wasn’t speaking.

He was oblivious to your self-consciousness, as previously stated. Yes, there had to have been a small part of him that was mortified at the way he was acting, but he couldn’t find it in his whole self to mind. It would be redundant to say, once again, how desperate he was for the euphoria you brought him, so it won’t be recorded.

“Rui, are you… good?” You break him out of his mind, making him realize that he hadn’t been listening to your last few sentences. Damnit! How could he be so stupid as to ignore you? His excitement dulls for a moment, only a moment, at the feeling of worthlessness his ignorance has created. He’s terrified to go back to the anhedonia of his day—of his life?—without you. Is that how the rest of his life will be when you’re not around? Is grey what he will see until he dies?

Why would he die? He’s not suffering from anything, his chest just feels so tight recently. He probably pulled something at rehearsal the day before. Yes, that’s it. He recalls pulling something in his chest the day before. The excitement just messed with his memory, that’s all. No need to worry—

He coughs, his body curling in on itself once again, panicking. It was one thing to be alone and choking, to be disgusting in the comfort of his own company, but it’s another to hack up blood in front of you, having you watch as his body wracks itself from the strain. He waves his hands once again, desperate. He is fine... He has a small cold… Yes, he pulled something the day prior… He’s very clumsy….

He didn’t puke this time, he merely coughed up a petal. Ha! How odd it was to do such a thing!

Your horror is a given. It would be needless to say why, but it will be explained anyway (for the sake of clarity).

You had only learned about hanahaki from a recent showing of a musical he’d taken you to a few months ago. You had—admittedly—been slightly skeptical on the idea, thinking it was just another foreign concept for people to amuse themselves, but after a long debate on the topic, you had found out that it was, in fact, real (though uncommon).

It was a great shock to you that someone as agreeable as your best friend would be burdened with an illness of unrequited love. (In a moment of self reflection you would admit to yourself that he would be, in fact, very easy to love. You’d never say those words aloud, though, in fear of him getting the wrong idea.) The thought of your friend suffering from something so agonizing and potentially fatal was enough to make bile rise to your throat, but a new emotion soon followed it; anger. How dare someone not return his feelings? The nerve of this person to not want to spend their every moment with such a wonderful person is absurd! They must be an idiot, you couldn’t imagine being so dense.

He sees the color drain from your face and he’s not so out of his mind as to be ignorant to it. He can only assume you’re going to figure out his secret, who else could it be? Once again his world goes dark and hopeless, the mania he once rode on proceeding to crash and burn before he could appreciate it was even there. Everything has become dissonant, lacking harmony, or substance. He questions what an existence is where you don’t see him. It’s truly better to die than to live that way. After you mock him, he can simply just jump off the school roof. It would be tricky, but-

“Rui…” Your coddling voice rings out, filling his mouth with a sickly-sweet taste. Save him the embarrassment and pity, won’t you? You needn’t concern yourself with trivial matters, go on, now.

“Who is it?”

He freezes. He hadn’t excepted that. Could it be you were playing coy so as to not shoulder the guilt? No, that can’t be it. As unsound as he is, he knows you better than that. You would be true to yourself, he knows that’s the kind of person you are.

He’s furious with himself and you. He can’t believe he would ever think so lowly of you as to believe you’d actually talk him to suicide. What was with him? Hadn’t he had a relationship with you at all? He knows you well—too well—so it’s unthinkable he’d mischaracterize you. But on the other hand, he hardens himself on the fact you don’t know about his feelings. As appalling and depraved as it sounds, he’d never been subtle. Willfully ignorant, yes. Your subconscious must despise him so much as to block out any possible cues to your mind. How humiliating!

A thought races into his head; how is he to answer your question? He simply cannot say that he has feelings for you, he’s better off shooting himself in the foot and trying to run away. He tries to conjure up anybody he could be believably infatuated with, and much to his embarrassment only four people come to mind.

Emu? No, that would never work. She is much too… much. You’d never believe such an idiotic thing.

Tsukasa? Same problem. Claiming to have feelings for him would only stir up unwanted controversy.

Mizuki? Out of the question. You’ve had multiple conversations in which he’s told you how unromantic his love is for them. In hindsight, he should’ve covered his bases more. He’s so stupid.

Nene?

Nene!

It was a perfect crime. She knew about his feelings for you, so even if you did go to her, she’d have the brains to question him privately afterwards. They’re always accused of dating, they’re known for being close, she’s a very likable girl—God, Tsukasa couldn’t think of a better plan himself! Sometimes he could be a very calculated boy!

“Nene…” He rasps out, his head hung low to hide a sick smile. This is it. His hope is gone and he will die; die knowing that he was able to be saved if not for the circumstances. Everyone dies anyway, so why not now? why not yesterday, or the day before, or the year before? What difference is it to him, or to you for that matter!? If he were to drop to his knees and kick the bucket, would that change the course of the future? He’s, of course, not so arrogant to assume such! Such brainless sentiments aren’t reserved for him at the moment. And what is the future? The future has already happened! It’s over! Humans will be gone for good, the earth with explode, everything that will happen has happened. What use is one teenager’s life?

“Nene?” If he hears that name one more time, he may just vomit. He feels guilty to put the blame of his illness onto his bosom friend, but he’s sure she’d understand. Anyone who had any brain would do the same thing he has, so it’s not worth feeling guilty over.

You, on the other hand, are shocked once again. You had never expected it to be Nene. You anticipated someone more distant, far enough out of reach to warrant the one-sidedness. You supposed it wasn’t too far-fetched for him to be in love with Nene, they did spend their whole lives together. Yes, it wasn’t hard to believe when you really thought about it, but now you’re left frustrated at the state of things. Why didn’t Nene return his feelings? You’d thought for sure—

“Did you tell her?”

Great. His time would now be spent more productively if he dug his own grave, or made good of that promise to jump. Is he so inhumane with himself as to keep his this lie going before his death? No, he couldn’t… But what if… Whatever.

“I can’t.” Just shut up and lie in it. Prolonging this is inhumane, even for him.

“Why not?” You’re not helping. Why can’t you have the compassion to leave him be? You’re doing this to mess with him, aren’t you? Do you laugh at the fact he will surely die soon? You’re even worse than him. He can’t believe he loves you.

He loves you enough to die for it, he’d better humble himself.

Another cough.

“Rui! Hey, hey, you don’t need to tell me, it’s okay!” You rub his back, holding him so tenderly he starts to believe he died by some strange twist of fate and ended up in the afterlife. (Even in his suffering, his inner-monologue refused to use the word ‘heaven’. He had read in The Bible that suicide is a sin. He wonders what the perimeters are for an unrequited love gone involuntarily, yet very just, death.)

It pops into his mind that he’s still with you, and it sounds a little contradictory to say, but he’s annoyed. Not at you, no, never at you, but is it too much to ask to die at peace? (Well, as much peace he can have with the circumstances.) Must he be tortured with your face?

He stands up, his coughing seizing for a moment. He thanks whoever’s up there for letting him get through his sentences without choking. He looks down at you, still in your previous position.

“I don’t feel well,” he says curtly. What an idiotic statement! Obviously he doesn’t feel well, he just coughed up a flower. He talks to talk, what a brainless pastime! He should just walk away.

“I could’ve told you that,” you reply. “Do you want me to take you to—“

“I’m fine,” he rejects, walking away.

A worrying exchange…

You decide you need to help your friend. You can’t just watch him die.

That day, Rui walks home with the eloquence of a man on trial, trudging as if his fate had already been decided—it has. What can he do about it? He can’t even begin to imagine what death is. The thought that he will simply cease to exist, that he will just return from whence he came, no consciousness weighing him; it’s terrifying. People say “a fate worse than death” without thinking, but what is worse than death? Torture keeps you sane, mediocrity keeps you comfortable; death ends, that’s it. There’s nothing. Pain can stop, dullness can be invigorated, you cannot bring someone back from the dead! What a moronic fantasy to entertain! He’s going to die! He will die. Death, dying, and all words similar make him want to scream. Mortality is such a cruel idea. He tries to tell himself he shouldn’t worry about it, that it will come either way and should be accepted for a natural part of life, but he can’t stop himself. What is the point of anything if he is meant to die? He can’t control it.

It starts to rain, which is only another thing he has no say over. He grasps for any semblance of choice, of say, but all he finds is a pitiful snail making its way across the pavement.

He stops in horror, examining the sorry thing. They’re both alive, yes, that snail is living its only life, the same as him. He thinks of the amount of people who run their bikes over them without a second thought, he thinks of watching his peers pour salt to amuse themselves for a moment or two. They’ve probably forgotten taking lives. As previously stated, he takes better care to step around them when the air becomes dewy. It wouldn’t feel right to have such disregard for life, especially now.

He starts to think of all the bugs he’s slapped, all the stay cats he’s shooed away, all the rats he’s trapped, and it makes him feel sick. They are all dead now, their one life was ended. He should feel lucky he (at least) had a good run. He got to be a human being, isn’t that something? At least he lived 17 years, instead of a couple weeks. That snail will be dead in a few days if not caught, no doubt. Which is better; to live for as long as your body can, or die for the betterment of another? Isn’t that what his disease is… in a way? With or without meaning to, you hunted and killed him, stripping him of his choice. He is now the person in ethics questions who is tied to the tracks! Ha!

That snail has only moved a couple inches since he’s been watching…

He’s hit with a sudden wave of resentment.

Must be nice, huh? Being able to live so leisurely. The deplorable thing is surely not aware of its own existence. The more he thinks, the worse this resentment becomes. He’s so unlucky to be a human being, everything he’s stated before has been proven false. People are idiotic and dense. How braindead is it to become the only species capable of existential thought? Do we as a society benefit from such? He wouldn’t entertain the idea. Sure, other animals know they have the possibility to die, but they don’t actually grasp what it truly means. The more he thinks, animals cant love too, which is what caused his untimely death to begin with. Ignorance is bliss. Only the dumb are comfortable.

The tip of his fingers vibrate and go numb as his body fills with unbridled fury. How dare this thing taunt him? How dare it spark this conversation? If it could hold a thought in its head, it would no longer be moving; it would scream as he is now. How lucky is it, being able to live life without strain? It could barely be considered living, actually, he’d be surprised if it had a brain at all. What a depraved, useless, insignificant, and unenlightened waste of air.

In a fit of passion, he crushes a shell and the parasite inside. He drags its remains across the pavement.

It was going to die anyway.

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕜𝕚𝕕 𝔻𝔸𝔻?! ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hello! Could I request how meeting fantasia squad dads would be ?

I tried to write as fast I saw your post of opening requests Ily ❤️❤️❤️❤️

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ HEYAYAYAYA I hope I understood this right... Like I wasn't sure if you wanted romantic or platonic so... I just wrote a silly one-shot about the first meeting ^^

And whsywushsu THANK YOU SM ILY TOO!!!!!

Also reader has a kid in Akito's part- hope it's not a problem -w-"

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You were with your son at the playground so he can have fun~ It was peaceful Saturday, so many others had the same idea! In the distance, you noticed him making friends with some ginger-haired girl. Soon enough, both came to you for introduction.

"Mom/Dad! This is my friend, Arianna!"

"Why hello~ It's nice to meet you~"

They exchanged silly laughs and glances before running off to return to playing. You chuckled yourself at this action, finding it both funny and adorable.

After a while, a man with ginger hair you've seen before approached you. Except he also had some yellow streak in his hair... But oh well, you don't judge.

"Hey, I just noticed my kid approach you. They befriended, no?"

"Oh- Yes!"

You smiled politely and scotched over, not minding getting to know the parent of kid your son befriended. Quite the opposite!

"Thanks."

He said shortly before casually sitting down next to you, switching between looking at you and your kids. He only had in mind a casual getting to know each other conversation, really! It'd be nice to know who his daughter befriended after all...

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @miya-akane @hayillaaaaaaa @hakulivesformusic @luhvashh @akiritoz @sucodelaranja86 @aluvslink - come get your pancakes lover~

You were calmly walking through the mall when you felt a tug on your pants/skirt/dress... Turning around and looking down you noticed a kid with light blue hair and some signs of darker blue too.

"Huh? Are you lost?"

You asked as it was the most logical thing that came up to your mind. And to your surprise or not, the little girl nodded with panicked face. It was bad... but somehow, you found it cute that out of all people here, she chose you to help!

"Alright~ What's your name?"

Kneeling down in front of her you patiently listened.

"Tania..."

She replied shyly and scared. You decided to not push it anymore and just took her hand gently and lead her to the help office. And you saw a men there with similar hair colors! Seemingly, he must've gotten the same idea as you~ And you were sure it was her parent as she quickly let go and ran towards him.

"Papa!"

"Oh- Here you are... You scared me..."

He replied but he wasn't tiny bit mad. More relieved as he hugged back his daughter. You could only watch this moment with a smile.

"Thank you for finding her."

He finally looked at you with grateful expression. You waved your hand finding it unnecessary, thinking everyone would do the same if they were in your shoes!

"Don't worry! Everyone would do the same at my place!"

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @kuzzz0ya @miya-akane @toyaslove @sucodelaranja86 - come get your cookie lover~

"Excuse me!!"

You heard a kid call behind, so of course, you turned around curious!

"Yes?"

"Ehem! Mrs. Sunshine! I want to make a friendship pact with you!"

You stood still dumbfounded as the kid seemed to... act? Is this a game? You should probably play along, but it caught you so out of nowhere...

"FELIX!!!"

You finally heard even louder voice from a men pretty similar to the kid, quickly getting in front of him to face you.

"Forgive him, miss! My son is simply excited for the play in his school!"

That explained quite a lot actually... Seems he's just very lovely kid with exciting even coming up!

"It's alright! I don't mind. I was simply confused for a while there..."

"Why, I'm glad! It's good to see someone who doesn't mind a little kid'd play!"

Then the boy began pacing and looking around, so the father took it as a clear sign he must be impatient.

"Excuse me for now... Have a delightful day!"

"Thank you... You both too..."

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @wholesaleboi @yulikesminori @alicewinterway18 @hakulivesformusic @sucodelaranja86 @themiddletenmasibling - come get your future star!

Today you were calmly walking through the park after university. So what if most people your age had jobs and families? You wanted to learn everything you want!!

But... on your seemingly peaceful way home... something hit you on the head making you stumble... as you looked up, you saw a drone in front of you!? Do naturally, you turned back and saw... a kid... WHO GIVES A 5 YEAR OLD DRONE THAT CAN KILL SOMEONE?!!

You were so close to lashing out but stayed silent, collecting yourself, remembering you're adult. Though it wasn't helping that the kid was just staring at you, at drone, at you, at drone... you get it...

That's untill a man awfully similar to him approached you with fast footsteps and guilty face.

"I'm so sorry for that... he's still learning..."

He quickly picked up the drone and stood behind his kid. Yet, you were still mad and hurt.

"It's fine... just.. maybe teach him how to control this thing before releasing into wild?"

"Of course. We just got too carried away~"

His kid was just as weird at him... you decided to not hold grudge or waste your time on standing here.

"Eh... Alright, alrighty. Have fun."

"You too~ And sorry for him again!"

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @kuzzz0ya @superstar-ethereal @alicewinterway18 @hakulivesformusic @sucodelaranja86 @sillymizu-13 @aluvslink @themiddletenmasibling - come get your crazy inventor!

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KOKICHI FLUFF ALPHABET!!

(Sorry if the “art” is wonky i am in desperate need of ✨ibispaint X✨ Also I did have to find this from like 50 different blogs (to like get the copy and paste for the Alphabet) so Credit to all of them!)

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about their partner?)

Your Hands. When he holds your hand it assures him your not leaving or going anywhere, it’s also fun to just grab your hand and drag you around.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

I feel like he would want a family. Not like a big big family maybe like a kid or two, but be warned because as soon as these kids are born/adopted he’s molding them to be a mini-him already. Teaching them pranks and probably trying to give them panta which you have to make sure he doesn’t.

C = Cuddle (How do they like to cuddle?)

Kokichi likes to sleep basically on top of you, he’s pretty short and doesn’t weight much so it isn’t that uncomfortable. He likes to have his head on your chest, while the rest of his body is half on top of you and half awkwardly sprawled off of you.

D = Dates (What kind of Dates do you go on?)

Kokichi really loves going in Carnival Dates He loves Going on rides, eating Cotton Candy, drinking Panta, and Playing games with you at the Carnival (Bonus Points if you decide to help him out with a prank or two for Unsuspecting Victims.) But sometimes he just wants to spend time with you alone in your room, cuddling, watching movies, or really anything like that.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

You are my Second in Command!

F = Feelings (When did they know they’re in love?)

When you Offered to Help out with some of his Pranks. That moment when you were laughing alongside him, he could’ve sworn you looked so angelic and his heart fluttered. At that moment he knew he was in love.

G = Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their S/O does for them?)

Oh boy, he is so grateful for you. I mean like- Your his second in Command, His partner in Crime. To say he’s grateful is an understatement.

H = Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)

Obviously, he’s Kokichi Ouma. No matter how deep you two go into your relationship, there are some secrets he will never spill to you.

I = Impression (First impressions?)

At first, he’d think nothing of you, see you as another target but after a bit he starting thinking your more interesting then you look.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they deal with it)

oh this boy gets so jealous. Not always, but definitely a lot. When he starts feeling jealous his first attempt to get your attention is to try and pry you away from the person your talking to.

“s/ooo! I’m boredd…Let’s play a game together okay?”

He’d say with his signature grin, only to groan in annoyance when you wave him off, telling him ‘Later, I’m busy’ or something. When he starts to get desperate it’s really Just him fake sobbing and pulling on your arm

“WAAAAAAAAH, S/O DOESNT LOVE ME ANYMORE”

he’d Yell until you give in and pay attention to him.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss you? How do they like to be kissed?)

Around the others (D.I.C.E) he enjoys giving you random pecks throughout the day, just to fluster you, But in Private he’ll wrap his arms around your neck and pull you in for a passionate kiss that he’ll definitely tease you for. It’s mainly just because of how much blush you have but also to draw more attention to your face then his raging red cheeks.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

he probably says it a few times before, in a joking matter, until one day you seemed particularly down. He pulled you aside to see why his Second in command was acting so strange and when you explained your problems, his toned dropped and his face went serious

“s/o, Yknow I love you right? And I don’t like it when people I love feel bad.” he’d say before immediately going back to his normal tone and smiling. “So why don’t we take the day off, I was getting bored anyways.”

M = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)

You weren’t feeling good, and as Kokichi’s Second in Command, Feeling Down is a No-Go. That night you and him stayed up til 3:00 am drinking Panta and playing random games. You were the first to fall asleep, Leaning onto Kokichi as you lightly snored. It’s those little moments Kokichi Cherishes

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Well Kokichi Certainly isn’t the wealthiest, but he isn’t overly poor either. He’ll probably spoil you with things like snacks or drinks he knows you like.

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they’re in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

It’s really hard to tell if Kokichi actually likes you or if he’s just being an obnoxious little shit. He starts to get bolder and teases you a lot more. Nothing terrible, just- like teasing you in the flirtatious way. He also wants to be around you 24/7 like a clingy toddler.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Second in Command, Partner in Crime, Dear, Babe.

Q = Quaint (What’s their favorite non-modern thing)

I don’t know if this counts but Kokichi really likes going to Arcades, if an Arcade even CROSSES his line of vision, you best believe all of the plans are cancelled and your spending the rest of the day in the arcade with him.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Rainy days are kinda like Lazy days for him. He’ll probably just host a big movie night for everyone as you all drink random drinks and watch childrens movies. At the end of the night he’s normally cuddled right up at your side.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/S/O up?)

He tries to lighten the mood. Teasing you a little, but if it’s really something bad he’ll bring over his Switch and a four litre bottle of grape Panta and clay down with you while you two play games and drink Panta to clear your mind.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Pranks and things that fall into that category, that’s excluding you. He doesn’t like taking about you, he LOVES talking about you- or more specifically, bragging about you.

U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

Kokichi probably knows you better then you know yourself. It’s almost as if his emotions are in tune with yours. When your uncomfortable in a place, he’s uncomfortable, your getting pissed off, hes getting pissed off, ect.

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

you are VERY important, and so is your relationship. Sure Kokichi isn’t very open and sure he keeps secrets but it’s all to keep you safe, and partially so you don’t hate him. Of course D.I.C.E still matters, their practically his family! but that doesn’t mean you arnt important!

W = Wedding (When, where, and how do they propose?)

You two would be at a Carnival date. he’d literally force you onto the Ferris wheel, wait til you two are at the top and hold your hands, flashing a small smile as he slips the box into your hands. He watches you open the box, then when you look up, he’s smiling lovingly at you as he says 5 words in probably the most sincere tone you’ve ever heard him.

“S/o will you marry me?”

X = XOXO (How affectionate are they? In public/in private)

he is very adamant on PDA, unless your really uncomfortable with it then he’ll dial it back a few notches. Of course if your not and are also a firm PDA lover, he is all on you, jumping on your back for piggyback rides, kissing your cheeks, holding your hands, hugging you tightly, all of the things you can imagine, he’ll be doing. In private his affection is like dialed up to 1000 because this man will be all over you, your hanging out in your bed, cool but remember that your his personal pillow, oh your eating? Well he wants a kiss, Literally is all over you and he just wants to kiss he living face off of ya!. Kokichi does have intimate moments though! Sometimes he’ll just lay with you, put on a movie and mumble how much he loves you as he lightly peppers your face with kisses.

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they’re separated from their S/O?)

Well Kokichi HATES being separated from you, your like- His other half! He can’t survive without you! He ends up complaining a lot to dice and crying for you all the time. When you come back he’s already on top of you and hugging you, saying how you can never leave him again.

Z = Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?)

Kokichi would take a bullet for you, he would protect you with his life and that’s a fact. No if’s, and’s, or but’s. He loves you too much and cannot stand losing you. If you and him get into an argument, he’s already regretting it. if he really hurt you or ends up driving you to tears, he’ll instantly be by your side, apologizing in a joking matter and start kissing your tears away.

AAAAND DONE!! This took me a while and I’m really sorry if there are any grammar mistakes or if this is really shitty- I struggle with motivation a lot, and it’s hard to write digitally because of autocorrect and sometimes words just cross my vision or I misread something and miss the error! Anyways thanks for reading and don’t hesitate to request!!

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your f/o loves doing silly/stupid things with you-

trying on butt ugly clothing just for the hell of it, going on late night drives to a convenience store for slushies and pizza that tastes like cardboard, going to an arcade and trying to win you a stuffed animal in the claw machines (and failing miserably), playing board games with you and absolutely destroying you (or maybe the other way around), trying to be cool and show off to you but somehow the situation turns and suddenly you’re the cool one, sharing shitty headphones with you and showing you their terrible playlist, sitting on the swings in a playground and begging for them to push you (and them playfully rolling their eyes and doing it)…

sighsigh… silly f/o things >m<

pro//ship/neutral/adjacent dni

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imagine you and your f/o hatewatching twilight together and laughing your asses off at it

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laughing with your f/o...... laughing so hard both of your stomachs are hurting, you're crying, you can't breathe, you're both red in the face from laughing!!! the fact that you're laughing so hard makes you both laugh even harder and for so long you forget what was even so funny to begin with!!! its magic!!!

proship dni

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F/O Dynamic

Image source @ caats.

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You can tell a lot about the health of a civilization by their warning signs. Places with a lot of dumb folks will have very broad, very dumb warnings in public. "No feeding the birds." "Stop swimming in this drainage pond." That kind of thing.

Advanced civilizations have very precise signs. They've covered the bases of their regular, run-of-the-mill idiots, and now they're working hard to cover that other end of the bell curve: the talented idiot. When I was in Germany last time, there was a big warning sign that consisted of a 76-letter-long word that means "stop bothering this particular goose, Sven." I don't know who Sven was, but the goose looked pretty calm. It worked.

Now, I have a secret to tell you. You can just make your own signs. There's no law against it, except perhaps "littering," and the municipal sign factory doesn't have very good security. If you show up there past close and put in the door code that you shoulder-surfed off one of the employees returning from lunch a week prior, you have all night to fuck around with their sign-printing machine, making the most official-looking placards you can think of.

Is this wrong? I don't think so. It's a public space, and being able to put up an aluminum sign that says wacky crank shit is your right. For instance, just last week, I banned pickup trucks from parking by the playground. The cops figured out something was going on, because they didn't get any calls for toddlers getting backed over for a couple of days and sent a patrol truck to investigate. Took my sign right down.

What I discovered after that is that nobody keeps records of what signs are supposed to be there. Why would anyone put up a sign for no reason? They cost money, after all. The city is now suing the shit out of that officer for stealing the "no trucks" sign, thanks to an anonymous tipster who called in the theft. Guy wearing a reflective vest came by and put like four more of them up after the lawsuit made the news, just out of spite. I'm not entirely sure if he's actually a city worker; we ran into each other at 3am at the sign factory and just grunted. He was working on some really crazy signs about not feeding a particular swan. Probably German.

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Alright serious question selfshipping community - From a non-judgemental place, how often are you imagining your F/O with you?

*please comment your response

Also like so you know I'm not judging, Literally all the time. I just wanna know if it's just me or nah. Also if your answer is rarely, I know you still love them just as much as I love mine dw!!

->Proship/Varients DNI, Doubles are okay to interact for sample size!

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f/o that comes home to you after a cold winter day and immediately wraps you into a hug, only for it to be a ploy and moving to touch your bare skin with their freezing hands.

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heyooo!! Idk if req are open or not — but if they are could you please write headcanons for a kokichi x quiet, lowkey kinda ded inside but still super affectionate please ?? Ashgahahs tysm and have a very good day 💕

↷♡ serenity ! ꒱

synopsis kokichi’s chaos is endless, but through your relationship discovers that the quiet moments shared between you both is just as special. warnings cursing author’s notes so sorry for not posting anything regarding reqs!! to anyone reading, my inbox is always open <3 and thank you for that 💗

you’re probably a good match for kokichi

no, scratch that— you are a good match for him. why? well, let’s see...because if you were as chaotic and loud as he is, you both would most likely cause havoc everywhere you go and have your classmates question their remaining sanity

however, even though you lean towards the quieter side, that doesn’t mean you can escape kokichi’s pranks and teasing. he still does it. but if you don’t/barely care, it will only make him more determined to get a reaction out of you

asks if you’re actually a robot and secretly keebo’s lost robling

lmao get it??

ro-bot sib-ling = ro-bling..

ok that sucked 💀

back on topic

you can bet kokichi would pester you with dumb jokes or through any pranks he’d do, all to get you to laugh

and if you do, his ass would be so dramatic about it

“woooooww, you can actually laugh? i didn’t know robots could do that”

“and i didn’t know gremlins could talk either”

despite your bickering with each other, kokichi does find your quieter side endearing

which leads to times where you both just sit together, maybe holding hands or placing your head on his shoulder as you listen to him rant about his “prank gone wrong”

which was basically him using a permanent marker on the walls and mirrors of the bathrooms, but shuichi quickly knew + called him out for it

“ugh, no one appreciates a good prank anymore. no wonder they’re so boring” — kokichi

he secretly enjoys those moments tho, makes him feel cared for and understood, yk? they’re special. you are special to him— but of course, he tends to ruin the atmosphere by teasing you for being all soft on him lmao little shit

i think he’d be all “i know my partner better than they know themselves” but if you randomly tackle him with a hug or a kiss, you might get blessed with a light dust of pink on his cheeks

chances are probably low though 😭 so you must be REALLY lucky if you can get this guy to blush without him being smug about it first

still the clingy one in your relationship though...i dont make the rules (i do) no matter how affectionate you are

mf will suddenly have his arms around you and immediately start whining about not getting enough attention

“don’t ignore meeeeee...” like some b-

if you ever do pda in public, expect him to brag about it for the rest of the day lmao

especially to keebo and shuichi...even miu

no one is safe from kokichi

and neither are you....

ok why did that give sort of yandere vibes 💀

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for ppl w/ f/os that perform on stages and stuff: hyping up your f/o backstage before a show. them giving you a quick little kiss on the cheek before they rush to get on stage. them seeing you in the crowd and blowing you a little kiss when they’re up there. etc. <3

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imagine . . ! ˖ ࣪ 💭

you’re making coffee / cocoa / tea together in your kitchen, and as your f/o turns to grab the mugs they find a small note you left on the counter: "i love you a latte." they grin, shaking their head, and respond by sneaking another note into your pocket for later: "you keep me grounded."

⛔️ PRO- / COMSHIP DNI ⛔️

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“I can fix him” I couldn’t fix him and I don’t want to. I think he grew prone to biting and scratching in order to get by in a harsh world, and to me his resilience is part of what makes him so beautifully himself. I could be kind to him, though. I could show him gentleness. I could, slowly but surely, in the same way one earns the trust of a skittish stray cat, convince him that my touch will never come accompanied by pain. That, around me, he can allow himself to be soft. To relax. I could be the one he associates with warmth and safety, the one he longs to be held by after a hard day. I could be his home.