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isolabellz · 1 year
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Winter 1998
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victim // savior
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nanichi0 · 2 years
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Choso Kamo + Birthdays
I had a conversation with a friend when they brought up the fact that we don’t know Choso’s birthday or he just straight up doesn’t have one. So here are some of my thoughts about Choso + birthdays.
•Choso doesn’t really know about birthdays so when you tell him about them and why they’re celebrated he’d be very intrigued and excited about the concept. He’d ask so many questions just trying to make sure he understands everything there is to know about birthdays.
•I can imagine him getting all happy about celebrating Yuji’s birthday, wanting to get him a bunch of gifts, cakes (yes multiple ones), and make sure it’s the best day ever for him. He’d invite you out to buy things for Yuji’s party, asking for your opinion so that you feel included too.
•He wouldn’t act like this just for Yuji, but for you as well. Choso would be so eager to celebrate your birthday and would try to go all out for you ❤️ You’re just so special to him and he thinks this day is super important because it’s a celebration of your life and he wants to show how much you being here brightens his world
•I can picture him thanking your parents for bringing you into the world on this day lmao 😭 like, without that happening he would’ve never met you and now he can’t even imagine what his life would be like without you in it
•You feel bad about him not having a specific day to celebrate his own birthday and you wanna do something for him too, especially since he’s so willing to put in all this effort for others. I don’t think he would actually feel too bad about not having a known birthday, though, because he’s very selfless.
•One day you decide to surprise him with a birthday party, although it’s more of a “let’s celebrate the fact that you exist” party, and you invite Yuji and your mutual friends, and he starts crying because he feels so appreciated and god he just loves you so much
•You decide to make this a yearly thing and Choso looks forward to it every time. He tries not to say too much about it because he’s worried he’ll sound like he just wants attention and gifts but in reality he enjoys getting that chance to spend time with everyone that he cares about
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pillow-fight1 · 2 years
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because sukunas fingers cannot be destroyed does that mean that theres 15 or so fingers sitting in itadoris stomach 😨
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eddies-spaghetti · 2 years
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wow.. i really love Midnight /srs
it sure would be a shame if something happens to her during the war arc.. i’m sure that won’t happen though /s
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butterkik · 5 months
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his body moved without thinking guys!!
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obliviani · 1 year
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finders keepers 👁
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oh-katsuki · 1 year
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cw:  jjk manga spoilers, fluff
satoru bounces a baby on his knee. his baby. he holds her under the arms, smiling down at the precious girl as she giggles incoherently each time his heel finds contact with the floor again. you can see where his hands meet your child’s under arms, holding her steady as he takes her from knee to knee. 
you don’t think satoru knows you’re watching. it’s not because of anything in particular that he’s doing, but you don’t think he’s realized yet that you’re looking. satoru’s smiling like there’s no one else in the world. his grin shakes slightly with his nerves, like he’ll never quite get used to being a father. his eyebrows, knit together in the center with his adoration and his worries, betray an unfamiliar sense of parental nerves, like satoru can’t quite comprehend how he could love something so little as much as he does. 
you can hear him talk in a low voice to his daughter as she steadily grows sleepier. she’s tuckered out, tired from giggling so much and the cry she had earlier about something that startled her. satoru though, continues to mumble in a quite voice as he leans her forward and places her head on his chest. 
he sits back in the chair so that she’ll be more comfortable, mumbling while the precious little thing dozes off against him. you can’t make out what he’s saying, but you can briefly see the way his lips form around the word for love and then, the way they form repeatedly around the name of your daughter. it looks like he’s repeating it, just saying it softly to her as she’s lulled into a sleepy babble by the rise and fall of his chest. 
it’s interesting to see satoru like this, so gentle with affection. satoru, as a person, is deceptively confident but there’s an incredible and unavoidable vulnerability in venturing into parenthood for the first time together. despite that, despite the vulnerability that you know he struggles with, he’s been so good about it. satoru takes the initiative when you seem too exhausted to get up from bed in the dead of night, lulling your child to sleep with hushed whispers or little hums. he steels his nerves when you feel your yours might crush you. still, this vulnerability is both foreign and special. 
“hey,” you walk up to him, “she get sleepy?” 
satoru nods a little, briefly glancing up at you and then back down to the face of his daughter, whose little mouth has fallen open. 
“look,” he whispers, pulling you by the wrist around to the other side of the chair and having your crouch in front of your daughter’s face. “she’s drooling.” 
he says it with so much awe that you’d think he said she was glowing. 
you tilt your head and see that he’s right. at the corner of your child’s mouth, a small sheen of spit begins to seep into satoru’s t-shirt. you find yourself laughing, looking fondly at the little mess she’s creating. 
she looks like her dad. it’s undeniable. though she has your hair and eye color, your daughter’s features are so like her father’s. her eyes are the same shape and her nose, though slightly upturned with how little she is, is his. you can see him in her. even in sleep, her expression is much like satoru’s. even her personality, which has begun to shine through the senseless baby babbling, reminds you of satoru and you can only imagine the trouble they’ll get into when she’s old enough to walk and talk. in your head, you apologize to nanami for duplicating satoru into female form. though you’re sure that wherever he’s watching from, he’s forgiven you both. 
“haha, gross,” satoru adds, his chest jostling the baby who is now dead to the world. 
“satoru,” you chide, furrowing your brows at him. 
he only turns to you and shrugs a little bit, his cheeks pink with a flush like he’s just realized again that he’s a dad and that this child is half of him. you smile at him a little, reaching up to touch the soft hair at your daughter’s temple. she’s so little. she is so small that you find yourself aching and it seems that satoru feels it too, taking a shaky breath in and then exhaling. 
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the windows in the car are down. suguru is driving, shoko is in the front seat. the music from the front comes blaring through the speakers, making its way in steady pulses to the back of the car where you and satoru sit. you can’t hear what shoko and suguru are saying and they can’t hear what you and satoru or saying. 
you can feel the steady whip of the wind on your face as suguru speeds down the near empty highway and into a tunnel lit with glowing yellow-orange lights. the sound of it changes when you go in, air taking on a hollow tone that feels thick against the inside of your ears. it thunders, threatening to drown out the music in a sound you attribute solely to nights like these. 
you don’t particularly know where suguru is driving to. he’s just driving and the three of you are happy to tag along. 
you stick your head out of the car window, feeling the way your hair shifts across your forehead and smiling into the push of air against your cheeks. in the sideview mirror, you can see suguru, whose face lights up with a content smile as he spots you in it. 
satoru is beside you, his black sunglasses hanging low on the bridge of his nose and his arm positioned out of the car window beside him. his hand rests evenly across your thigh, possessive and present. 
this memory is a precious one. before suguru defected, before satoru met toji fushiguro. you and satoru were both more finicky back then, afraid of the commitment that comes with being in love but too prideful to give up entirely on the feelings you had for each other. 
satoru leans over toward the middle seat and the motion beckons you closer. you pull your head from the window, leaning in as well to hear what he’s saying over the sound of the air rushing past the car windows and the music. 
“do you-” a rush of air steals the middle of the sound. “-ids?” 
“huh?” you call, leaning in closer and scrunching your face up. 
“i asked if you think you’ll ever have kids,” satoru clarifies, calling a little louder so that you can hear. 
you jerk your head to look at him, furrowing your eyebrows. he looks oddly inquisitive, like the energy of the night as brought out some hidden vulnerability in him.
“the hell are you asking me that right now for?” you laugh a little. 
satoru shrugs, leaning close by your ear. 
“i’m just wondering,” he smiles a little, lopsided and dangerously confident in the way satoru was then, like he’s wearing a mask. 
you think on it for a moment before shaking your head. “i don’t know! probably not! depends if i live that long, i guess.” 
you laugh off the bleakness of the statement and satoru nods, rolling his eyes. you see the flash of blue as he does over the rim of his glasses and jostle him a little with your arm in response. 
he starts to lean back towards the window, but you catch him before he can. 
“what about you?”
satoru looks at you for a moment, his face unreadable. you can see his eyes over the rim of his glasses, turning over the possibility and responsibility of children. he thinks on it, before his lips quirk up into a little smile. whatever expression of thought he wore before fades away as it shifts into one of smooth confidence. 
“nah,” he breathes, sinking deeper into the seat and tilting his head up, “never.” 
then, he reaches over and takes your hand in his, turning his head to look back of the window again. satoru’s fingers interlace with yours and he offers them one little squeeze without turning to look at you. briefly, you wonder about what he’s thinking in the seat beside you. you wonder if he’s thinking about the future, about one with you, despite his reluctance to admit real feelings for you at this point. 
you turn away, still gripping his hand, back toward the air whipping past the car window. you feel it on your forehead and on your arms, raising goosebumps. the music, blares from the speakers, flooding the back from the front seat of the car where shoko and suguru sit oblivious. the world in the front of the car is separate from the one in the back. for now, you and satoru exist in a bubble. maybe you always have. 
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“she’s so beautiful,” he mutter, running his finger down the bridge of her little nose. 
“she looks like you,” you say softly, crouching beside him. 
satoru turns to you, eyebrows raised like he’s shocked to hear it. 
“you think?” 
“mhm,” you hum, nodding your head a little. 
satoru’s face flushes and you see the way his chest catches a little as he looks back down at the baby perched on his chest. then, she rouses, woken up but the disruption in satoru’s breathing. 
she blinks sleep away, bleary and tired, and satoru immediately croons at her. he tilts his head gently as she rolls hers over his chest to look at him, leaving behind the little wet spot where she’d previously been drooling. 
she hasn’t been asleep long, only a few minutes, and you suspect from her face that she’ll go back to sleep soon, maybe in 20 minutes and probably in the same position she was in before. 
satoru reaches up to touch the wisps of hair by her ear. 
“hey,” he says lightly, “you drool when you sleep, did you know?” 
your daughter just blinks at him, listening to his voice but not registering what he’s said. she babbles sleepily and turns to look at you, peering at you with satoru’s eyes had he not been born with the six eyes. 
“do you want to go to bed?” he asks her, shifting his arm under her to stand up from the loveseat he’s in, “i bet you do, let’s go to bed.” 
you watch as he gathers her into his arms and lets her little head rest on his collarbone. satoru mumbles to her the entire walk to her room, saying little things without much meaning as the child begins to doze off again on his shoulder. 
you watch him walk away, smiling when he tosses you an elated but slightly nervous expression that he’s been wearing often lately. 
his soft voice recedes and you think briefly about his answer in the car that night when the music was playing loud and the air against the car windows thundered as you sped through the tunnel. it’s hard to believe that you are the same people you were then. it’s hard to have thought to guess where you’d end up or who you would both become. the things about you that never changed and the things that could have never stayed the same. still, you think about his answer then—a lie now—and thank the universe for the afterglow.
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anzathebananza · 25 days
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Dark Rise is literally
“THAT TIME I WAS A REBORN DARK LORD AND ALL MY HOT BLONDE EXES TRIED TO KILL ME”
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dontronick · 6 months
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I turned the “Gojover” joke into a Call-and-Response
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monkeydlitty · 6 months
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The art this chapter was so raw and almost messy, which is fantastic because I feel like it really added to the almost hopelessness of everything that has been happening to kuma.
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cloudraker · 1 year
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So funny to me that falling devil is just here to do her job. She’s literally just a service worker and everybody is stopping her from doing her job
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rabbitescapes · 2 months
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doomed siblings
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mettywiththenotes · 2 months
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Why do people refer to the fusion at the UA battle and war arc as Tomura?
"I can't believe Tomura killed Bakugou" but he didn't though. That was AFO. AFO possessed his body and then stabbed and killed Bakugou
Like maybe you could say it was both of them at UA, they were a mix of each other at the time, but Tomura was not the only one wrecking shit from in there
Even Izuku gets it right, telling AFO to shut up in the war arc, addressing AFO in the UA battle, yet the fandom seems to just ignore this
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nonokoko13 · 3 months
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"Short on credits" "Need a job soon" "A drama queen" "Max slacker"...
Tag yourself I'm all of them
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sualne · 22 days
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hii! honeslty just curious, I read/watched kuroshitsuji AGES ago and I don't think I've finished the manga anyway, does grell go by she/her?? I vageuly remember ppl headcanonning them as enby though iirc in canon he's a guy?
Your tags peaked my curiosity, I haven't seen any Kuro content in a hot minute, but I remember it being the absolute must watch in my peak anime watching years lol And I absolutely loved the manga's artstyle
in canon grell is a trans woman, yana toboso has said something like "grell is a man with a woman's heart" ages ago and sometimes around 2014/16 had tweeted something about wanting to be more careful with her representation of people like grell in the future, don't quote me on that thought because i only read that tweet once and only remember reading a shitty screenshot of a translation of that interview where she allegedly said that.
i can however show you this:
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it's from a bonus chapter (after chapter 108) about the popularity polls (it's a very convoluted non canon chapter) but it's one of the most blatant example of her being trans.
there's also the way she constantly refers to herself as a "young maiden" ect. idk how it goes exactly in the og but in french they translated it so grell always refers to herself with feminine terms while everyone else misgender her including the narrator. she very consistently reaffirm herself as a woman through every single ones of her appearances, like it's a thing she very much does, every single time she's on screen.
i haven't watched the anime in forever (cause it's kind of a disgrace and insult to the manga lol) but if i remember properly (which i mostly likely don't) they did omit/lowkey censor some of grell explicitly going "i wish i had been born a woman/could have been able to carry children" when she first properly introduce herself as a shinigami & the other half of jack the killer. (the anime also really did lean a lot more into the pervert queer caricature whereas in the manga she's given a bit more dignity, especially the further the story goes. though that might be my own impression and maybe it didn't change that much i just love her a whole lot).
also because i have to, please forget the anime (the first two seasons that is) and read the manga first and foremost because oh boy, what a disaster the anime is (nostlagia and atmosphere wise it's entertaining, i really love the op & ed, but it just, i just cant man it doesn't even compare to the manga at all). only watch book of circus -> book of murder -> campania movie -> the new private school arc that's coming soon (idk what they called it) after reading the manga.
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