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sonder-paradise · 11 months

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𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 — 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬

◊ ft. osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, gn!reader

◊ genre. fluff, absolutely whipped for you tbh

— 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢

you don't notice it at first. but his gaze his gentle and suiting. yosano calls you from her office and, of course, you're leaping from your desk to answer her question. you hover near the entrance of her office, discussing a meeting you had with the agency just the previous night.

dazai pauses his work. the sun is setting turning the office a decadent shade of crimson and orange. but his eyes trail over to your figure in the entrance of yosano's office. his hands are interlaced neatly into each other and his chin rests just so on them. his eyes glisten as he soaks in your presence in the careening light.

he's just so enraptured by you. a sort of horrid feeling of adoration boils in the depths of his chest and he just can't admit that he's taken some form of affection for you.

as you turn, dazai's eyes glaze over and he can feel his breath escape from his lips. for the first time, he feels uncertain. should he play it off? look away? laugh and pretend he's not absolutely infatuated by your every waking minutes on earth?

"something the matter, osamu?"

and, oh god, his stomach churns when you speak his name so beautifully, so achingly.

"nothing," he croons, smiling as he tears his gaze away.

— 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

the lovely, warmth of the alcohol in the back of your throat buzzes tenderly. you're chatting with hirotsu about something vague. the rest of today's mission is surrounded by nothing but memories of things unworthy of mention. at your side is chuuya, who peers into the depths of his wine glass with apprehension.

then, his eyes trail to your face. he wants to blame it on the alcohol. it would be so easy to let fragile words tumble from his mouth and into your heart, but he's not tipsy enough for this. instead, his eyes linger on the way your lips move to answer a question, the way the smile crinkles your skin, and the way your eyes wrinkle with gratuity.

fuck, his mind is a mess and it isn't even that late yet. he's drunk on your laughter, your smile, your... everything. the red painted on his cheeks does nothing to hide his pure devotion to your very being as you turn to check up on him.

chuuya can barely comprehend your words properly. his eyes are zeroed in on your expression, a look of concern flashing across your face as you place a hand on his cheek. he's about ready to choke on the wine in the back of his throat.

"you feeling okay, chuuya?"

he stutters out something inaudible and curses vaguely when you smile. he swears he's making it so obvious he's head over heels for you.

"feeling fine..."

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luvring · 2 years

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「1:14 a.m.」

suna has always liked his room cold when he slept.

nothing could beat climbing into bed under his thick comforter at the end of the day, curling up to scroll his phone for the next hour. even when his fingers got a little too cold and he had to hide under the blanket until he was warm again (or it got too stuffy), he'd always choose a cold room over a warm one. and his preference didn't change when he started dating you — really, he'd argue being with you only added another pro.

"rin?"

your voice comes suddenly yet groggy. suna has his back turned to you when you call out, but he quickly turns off his phone and flips to face you, concern evident on his face. "yeah?"

"i'm cold.”

maybe if he felt a little less bad, if you didn’t tilt your head up with a frown and eyes still closed because you were tired, rin would laugh a little at the a.c’s noise filling the silence after your complaint. instead, he reaches out and brushes his fingers against your cheek before replying, "sorry, baby."

he slowly begins to work around you, not wanting to wake you up more than needed. he quietly says requests, whispering "lift your feet," and amusedly smiling at your whine before tucking the comforter underneath. “'s that better?"

"mhm," you mumble.

"here, come closer," he calls, lifting his arm for you to move under. you shuffle over and rin drapes his arm on top of you, planting a kiss on your head before pulling it into his chest. your voice is muffled against his shirt when you speak, "you know if you stopped freezing your room every night this wouldn't be a problem?"

"i don't see how cuddling the love of my life without sweating is a problem."

you snort at his reply before sending another jokingly accusatory look, "i'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose, rintarou."

"me? never."

rin's met with a groan and laugh before you tuck yourself further into him, wrapping your arms around his torso. he can hear the smile in your voice as you whisper “mhm. goodnight, rin.”

because even though you wake up every so often, you can't complain when your boyfriend's there to tuck you back in. and it's those nights that rintarou thinks he'd freeze the world, just a little, if it meant he could keep you near him for a while longer.

note from nia: meow. little rin drabble...wtf is the difference between a blurb / drabble / oneshot / scenario . like i'm using these interchangeably or feeling the right one in my soul except i think i'm wrong ? HELP

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#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou #suna x reader #haikyuu

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hatekawa · 8 days

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Hey Kawa, I just came to stop by for some errors. And btw, this au has me in a chokehold :']

"It's for you all of this is happening" is used in the wrong context. You would start a sentence with "For you" if it goes like "For you I would do anything" / "It's for you that I put myself through this agony".

It's basically just putting a sentence backward. "I put myself through this agony for you" / "I would do anything for you", you see?

So, Draxum would say something along the lines of, "IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU ALL OF THIS IS HAPPENING!!" or "YOU'RE THE REASON ALL OF THIS IS HAPPENING!!". Yes, he's saying that this is happening because of Leo, but saying "for you" is not how he would word that.

"For you" would only be used if Mikey was saying it, because HE is the one that saved him, he is the one that he did it for. So he would say, "It's for you I did that and so this is your fault", y'know? But that type of wording isn't really used anymore, but it is understandable that Draxum would be using it, but again, just not in this context.

This part Draxum should be using past tense since he's speaking of something that happened in the past, but he isn't. And "between each ninpo of you three" was worded wrong.

So what he should be saying instead is, "The damage of Angelo's powers had been "divided" between the ninpo of you three"

"but even with all that support, there still was damage done."

Anyway, I hope I explained it well enough <3 <3 <3

OHHHH thank you for the help!!

#anon ask

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namedr · 3 days

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What are your art inspirations?

Disclaimer: A LOT of RAMBLING

Honestly hard to answer, nowadays I don't really look at a lot of art anymore but mostly just movies.

Biggest inspiration over the years (from 2020 to 2022) would have to be Kan Liu. His painting style with mostly just the round brush and hard edges really spoke to me, especially when it came to lineart I was a massive fucking copycat lmao.

Around 2022 I also began falling in love with Sungmoo Heo. The perspectives and overall style just fucks so hard.

The most obvious inspo would have to be Seonhyeok Jeon though, who I still rip off blatantly.

In general I began taking art seriously around 2020, when I found Kan Liu, because I began training to compete in bodybuilding, which I did the next year. I began getting super interested in how the body and muscles work so I just drew those a fuck ton, and those anatomy studies ended up really helping my art skills in general.

Anyway! For animation... Hiroto Nagata and Q Kawa are big inspos.

This shit is so fucking RAW and HOLY SHIT when I look at how the perspective gets just in your face I always just think "what am I even doing man I have to PRACTICE". It's like watching a Zyzz or Ronny Coleman clip before doing a lift at the gym but for art, shit's motivational.

This cut in Ghost In the Shell as well is WOW, I think what speaks a lot to me is when an animation doesn't conform to what's standard in the medium and tries to push boundaries/be unique. Be it in this case through insane details, in the case of Mushoku Tensei through bg animation mixed with extreme foreshortening or just a crazy perspective and punchy movements in the Madoka clip.

Overall it's hard to say what else my inspirations are though. When it comes to manga and comics I can think of Batman Year One, The Climber by Shin-ichi Sakamoto, Ultra Heaven by Keichi Koike, Solo Leveling (big inspo in 2021) and Homunculus.

Also, even though everyone assumes it, I haven't played Cyberpunk 2077 or am that big a fan of the Blame! manga, I guess I just have a fairly similar artistic vision to both of those.

For animated fiction it'd be Spiderverse recently, Millennium Actress, Silent Voice and a million other anime I've forgotten the name of. Naoko Yamada's directing for Silent Voice or other anime like Hibike Euphonium and the Liz movie has always been amazing to me because she is able to express characters personalities through their body language, like they way they walk or stand, in a way I have never seen done before. Extremely recognizable and iconic style imo. A long time ago I used to be really into watching anime, but I don't care much for it anymore.

Other inspo would be this guy on twitter, his stuff is insanely cool https://twitter.com/be_myvu/status/1725069515107533178?s=46

It's like that Ralph Waldo Emerson quote - “I cannot remember the books I've read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me.” I think throughout the years I've been so obsessed with all kinds of artists that I've taken in inspiration from everywhere. I cannot recall them all anymore, but they have made me the artist I am today.

Currently, like I said, I would consider movies to be my biggest inspiration because I find it interesting how cinematographers are able to stylize real life, which I'm trying to get closer to. If I could direct a movie, I would probably stop making art right then and there, but I'm not really working towards that goal anyway lmao. One day, being able to make a short film in animation would be something I would like to do though.

I'm not deep enough into the movie scene to get the street cred of being called an expert but I love them a lot. Fallen Angels made me fall in love with fisheye back then for example. Fight Club and The Batman have a grit to them visually that I find inspiring, and movies like Persona and Heat also come to mind when I think of movies I just love. I could look up my letterboxd for a more thorough answer but I feel I've already been writing way too long.

For video games, I guess you can imagine that I would say Signalis lmao. Besides that I can think of Subahibi (vn), Muramasa (vn), and Va-11 Hall-a for inspirations

Lastly, I guess huge inspirations are also a fuck ton of music. I mostly listen to either metal or hard techno, but I think I'll refrain from any more yapping.

I feel that this isn't really a great answer to the question, but it's the one I consider the most correct, because it's never as simple as just mentioning one artist. With a lot of these you wouldn't see a visual resemblence to my art, but in all of these I recognize a feeling that I also find in my own art.

Thank you for the question!

#inspos

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yuwarchives · 2 years

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[6:30 pm]

bf!heeseung X non-binary!reader

wc. 283

warnings: little intimate

you sat on your boyfriend’s lap as he gamed, resting your head on his shoulder with your eyes closed. he’d often speak into the mic, telling the boys where he’d spot enemies or how much damage he had done to an enemy before he died. heeseung let out an irritated groan, his hands moving from the keyboard to your waist. “did you die?” you asked, mumbling into his neck. with a sigh, he nodded his head. you felt his hands drawing circles onto your waist, as he moved his headset onto the desk. you lifted your face from the crook of his neck, leaving a couple light kisses on his lips. he let out a giggle and smiled as he returned the light kisses, soon developing into a longer kiss, though still playful. heeseung pulled away after some time, mumbling sweet nothings into your ear and telling you how much he loved you.

his lips lightly connected to your skin, pressing butterfly kisses from your jaw down to your neck. you let out a couple hums, delighted by the affection and attention of your boyfriend.

“heeseung! are you two seriously making out right now?! get back into the game!” you both heard from the headset, hearing jay’s voice crack. “also hee, mute yourself next time. we heard all of that” sunghoon said, followed by gagging noises that anyone could tell were from niki.

groaning, heeseung put his headset back on, apologizing to his friends who heard him sweet talking to you like he was romeo. he then placed another light kiss on your head before getting back into the game. but not without promising you lots of affection once the match was finished.

#enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #heeseung #heeseung x you #heeseung x reader #heeseung fluff #lee heeseung #enhypen oneshots #enhypen imagines #heeseung imagines

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oftlunarialmoon · 2 months

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Everything You Want to Know About “Kawaii” Culture- Kawaii Fridays

Originally posted to www.onlyfunthings.org on June 01, 2018

Ciao lovelies, Lunaria here! Today for Kawaii Friday I though I’d make a comprehensive post detailing all you could ever want to know about “kawaii culture”; where it came from, naming some fashions within it (I’ll do more detailed posts on each fashion later), giving some resources on good places to begin reading more/ youtubers to follow/bloggers/Instagrammers, and even telling some about my own personal experiences with kawaii culture.

Personal Experience with Kawaii Culture

As you may have noticed, myself and OFT are highly influenced by Kawaii Culture. Personally, I’ve been into kawaii culture since I was about 13 and a friend told me about Anime, Vocaloids, and the word “Kawaii.” Later I, thanks to the internet, discovered fashions like EGL, Decora, Hime Gyaru, Fairy Kei, and many others. My lifestyle and fashion style were heavily influenced by all these fashions and kawaii culture in general, and reflect these influences.

But enough about me, let’s talk about how it all started!

History of Kawaii

Etymology speaking, the word “Kawaii” is believed to have come from the word “Kawayushi,” a word dating back to the Taisho era (1912-1926) meaning loveable, shy, and small.

A big influence on what is seen as “Kawaii” dates back to the first shoji and kawaii illustrator, Yumeji Takehisa, in 1914. Takehisa merged Eastern and Western art styles in his Chiyogami (flat woodblock print patterns on paper) and used the word “kawaii” to describe them. He was one of the first to use wide, round eyes in his works.

Another big influence on “kawaii” was shojo manga. Shojo Manga (Illustrated stories of a girlish nature), was said to begin with illustrator Katsuji Matsumoto, with the first Shojo manga girl being Kurukuru Kurumi-chan. She had big round eyes and a soft round face. (as seen in the pictures below). Kurumi-Chan was used as a source of encouragement for Japanese people during WW2.

Moving forward into more modern influences, as shojo manga developed we also saw the rise of Mahou Shojo (magical girl) genre of manga and anime. Characters like Sailor Moon brought forth the idea that kawaii could include flaws, and strong girls, but still maintained the air of childish cuteness.

What are some Fashions that are in the Kawaii Culture?

Some fashions in the Kawaii Culture include:

-EGL (Elegant Gothic Lolita). This style has evolved over the years to include Sweet, Sailor, Classic, and many other sub-styles, but it’s root was gothic Lolita fashion. Hence where it gets it’s name. For more info, see THIS post.

-Decora. A style dedicated to lots and lots of accessorizing.

-Fairy Kei. Lots of sweet pastels and childish themes.

These are pretty central to the Kawaii culture, of course there are more styles, but I’ll get into that later.

Some Good Resources for More Research:

Some Good Bloggers/YouTubers/Instagrammers:

Thanks for reading! I hope you learned a lot about Kawaii Culture today!

Remember to Stay Awesome and Love Yourself!

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domoz · 1 year

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short senju sibs time travel thing i kept thinking about, cw: mentions of child abuse

Kawarama awakens to arms tight around his chest and a gasping wheeze of "Kawa."

Tobirama is squeezing him tight enough to hurt, has his face buried between his shoulder blades. He's shaking, but Tobi never --

Something's wrong.

"Hey." He tries, voice still rough with sleep, "Hey, Tobi, it was a nightmare alright? I'm okay."

Tobirama's breath wavers, like he's trying to speak but he can't because he's… Oh he's too close to tears which is…

Kawarama knows he's the only one Tobi is willing to cry in front of, but he also knows that he still hates it.

Tobirama doesn't let go, and all Kawarama can think to do is grab at Tobirama's hands and keep his breathing steady and hope that he follows.

He's starting to get there when the door slides open and Hashirama steps in, eyes wide and Itama bundled up against his chest. He's crying too, which is not so unusual for him, except that he's being quiet about it. Wordlessly, he crosses the room, kneels down on the futon, and gathers them both into his arms too, much as he can.

This is just starting to get scary.

"Onii-san? Did something happen?"

Hashirama laughs, quiet and watery.

"No. Just had a bad dream, was all."

"Oh." Breathes Kawarama, easier now, because Tobirama seems to have relaxed a little now that they're all together, "You too?"

A hand pets through his hair, but Hashirama only answers with a hum.

Thing is, if that had been where the weirdness stopped, Kawarama wouldn't have questioned it. But with Tobi, he was at a loss. His brother seemed to alternate between being so much more clingy than he'd ever been before and then going all stoic and distant.

And -- sure. It was a nightmare. A really scary one, apparently. Kawarama got them too, sometimes, and got freaked out, and wouldn't be at his best, but he usually got better. He gave it a day, and then a few days but if anything Tobirama only got worse. Got crazy intense with his training, was reading all the time when he wasn't and pretty often Kawarama would catch him just… Staring into space.

Worst of all, Hashirama was doing it too.

His older brother was never very serious, but sometimes something would happen, or chichiue would say something and he'd get this look on his face. He started trying to act all responsible, started acting like Tobi already was, but that Kawarama wasn't.

Must have been some nightmare.

Or genjutsu. Or his brothers have been replaced by impostors or something. He doesn't get it! Tobi has had scary dreams before now, but it had never caused anything like this!

And they won't talk about it!

Which as far as Kawarama is concerned, has left him with only one good option.

Ever since Tobirama has started practicing his sensing, there's only been one person who's been able to sneak under his guard, and that's him. Even with his brother's new weird paranoia, he can still manage to trail him through the compound until he's alone with Hashirama.

He was always better at being sneaky, between the two of them.

They meet in one of the gardens, but one of the far away ones. The ones where Hashirama goes to practice with his weird plant-jutsu everyone likes so much. Using trees as cover doesn't work against Hashi, so Kawarama has to resort to henging into a lizard and pretending to sun on a rock. Forcing his chakra as small as he can, its hard to focus on the conversation they're having, especially when it's even weirder than he thought.

"--We're too young for that!" Tobirama chides, "No one in the clan is going to be willing to listen right now, and if something happens to him now there's no way we can control the power vacuum that's going to come afterwards."

"I know, but I need to get him off of your backs! It's -- it's coming soon, Tobi."

There's a long silence, before Tobirama, sounding defeated, says, "I know." And then, frustrated, "I'm trying, but my chakra control isn't anywhere close, yet, and my stores are worse."

Hashirama groans and flops to the ground, the most like himself Kawarama has seen him be all week.

"…I need to do something to distract him from you guys. Give you more time. You always seemed to know him best, Tobi, what do you think I should do…?"

Tobi snorts, "Knew best how to keep him from beating me, more like." Which makes Hashirama make a wounded sound and Kawarma almost lose control of his chakra. Who the hell were they talking about that was trying to beat his brother? "And not right now, anyways. Things are… Different. Maybe I can volunteer --"

"No!" Hashirama cuts in "You already did enough of that for one lifetime. I'm your big brother, I can handle it. I just need to figure something out!"

More silence, just wind and Kawarma forcing himself not to boil over with anger.

"I'll do something to delay him getting to the mission." Hashirama declares, "He'll be forced to give it to someone older if there's less time."

"Maybe. And that's only a short term solution." Tobi mutters, cross, "You know he's just going to do it again."

Hashirama only crosses his arms, "And I can keep coming up with short term solutions until you figure out the long one, right?"

Tobirama rubs at his eyes, and in that moment he just looks so tired. But Kawarama knows he's been sleeping, so why…

"…Right."

#i did not mention it directly in the fic but im big hinting at tobi kawa twins #(and my further hc of tobirama only getting good at sensing after he died)#itama and kawarama ur limitless potential as characters has bewitched me #naruto blog for naruto things #oops! no writing tag #ps. i didnt realize i was spelling kawaramas name wrong this whole time until i looked it up for this. this is a common theme for me though #senju siblings #kawarma senju #hashirama senju #tobirama senju #oneshot

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fishandships · 8 months

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new Self-Insert who dis 👀

i've become a big fan of That Time I Was Reincarnated as a Slime and wanted to try out an isekai for the first time myself so this SI worked themself to death in "our world" and was reincarnated as a Nixie. they're moderately powerful on their own for the first few months, having enhanced speed and strength compared to a human, being able to breathe underwater, and most notably hydrokineis.

it's not until they find their way to Tempest and get a new name from Rimuru (who is bad at names, hence just calling them Kawa) that they get the power boost they needed to come into their own. post-name abilities include being capable of speaking to and understanding any race, enhanced hydrokinesis, and their Unique Ability: Ring of Bright Water, which lets them use water to purify contamination, heal injuries, and cure sickness.

#kawa #my art

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coffee-without-anesthetics · 13 days

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thing with astrophobia plays outer wilds, more updates at when i get scared

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phlebaswrites · 9 months

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Dear and Departed

Summary:

Izuna knows what's going to happen.

It's why he's nervous.

Rating: Mature Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Hikaku/Uchiha Izuna Word Count: 605 (Complete)

Entry for @narutorarepairweek

Day 3 - August 1: Time Travel | The ties that bind us

Entry for @yearoftheotpevent

Izuna holds the tray, taking care to make sure the cups on it don't shake, not even a little.

Hikaku carries the sake, a bit of an irony for two boys who never tasted it during their lives, but it is the customary offering for Obon.

"Ita-chan, Kawa-chan, welcome back." Tobirama settles before the altar with the familiarity of long habit. "I am glad to have you home once more."

Izuna places the cups on the tatami, allowing Hikaku to pour the sake, before both of them kneel beside their lover.

"I have brought two people to meet you, people who you have heard me speak of before." Tobirama's ears go red, the only sign of his embarrassment at having to reveal their presence in his conversations with the dead, but he pushes forward anyway. "Izuna and Hikaku, these are my brothers."

"Itama." Two pictures, sketches instead of tablets, rest on the altar and Tobirama points first at one and then the other. "And Kawarama."

Those names are familiar, Izuna has read them in reports on the enemy and heard them celebrated as targets killed, but never in this new context. No longer can he see them as the children of Butsuma, killed in revenge for the deaths of his family, his clan. Instead Izuna can only see the love with which Tobirama carefully adjusts the offerings, and he knows that he'll never be able to go back to the person he used to be.

And he doesn't want to.

Read the rest on AO3.

#narutorarepairweek #narutorarepairweek2023 #Day 3 #The ties that bind us #YOTP 2023 #Year of the OTP #August | au of your choice #au of your choice #Phlebas Writes #Naruto #fanfiction #Story: Dear and Departed #Series: Love is a Hearth Fire #Series: Naruto RarePair Week 2023 #Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Hikaku/Uchiha Izuna #Senju Tobirama #Uchiha Hikaku #Uchiha Izuna #okay to reblog

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mishkakagehishka · 2 years

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NO YOURE SO RIGHT okay exposing myself here but i love yanmika so much i think about him daily . imagine him drawing the most grotesque eroguro costume concept art of his darling and showing it to them as he describes in . TERRIFYING detail how he plans to recreate his drawing in real life ............

Head in hands i think about yanmika almost daily, too... it's such a guilty pleasure, bc he's one of those characters that don't seem, on the surface, as a yandere, but when you dig deeper... he is Unstable♡ And it's just so interesting! Under the cut for length.

I don't see yandere as a romantic trope, I write this as horror!! I don't try to romanticise this, I try to scare and shock the reader using this!

And this time, specific warnings: exploring Mika's sadistic side and descriptions of gore (though I kept it light since this is more of a stream-of-consciousness rant and not my usual writing), violence and blood! I couldn't bring myself to write the ero part of eroguro, but he's still a bit insane ab blood and gore, especially in the last few lines, so keep that in mind. This one got a bit heavier than usual, so let me know if there's anything that needs a specific tag/warning that I've missed

So, first things first, Mika, as a character, is so full of contrast and paradoxes. It's no wonder he's associated with creepy/cute and gurokawa imo because. On the surface, you would only see the cute/kawa aspect... but the more you read of his stories, and his lines, and he reveals bits and pieces of himself, from the fascination with the mysterious, to his love for creepy things, to. To the collection of "scary images" he keeps to. "Sleep better". And the lines where he gets all violently jealous or even where he takes human life a little too lightly (like the time he thought he'd killed Ritsu - one of his best friends - and his only concern was that Shu would be angry at him) and it's like. He's a little fucked up♡

And this is why I also think Mika could have a masochistic as well as sadistic side. As a yandere, he strikes me as the obsessive worshippy type - and that plays into his masochistic side. He wants his darling, who's like a deity to him, to give him attention and affection even though he believes he doesn't really deserve it. He'd even be fine with his darling yelling at or hitting him, he just wants to interact with them.

But, on the other hand... there's his jealous and violent side that would play into his sadistic side. It's not that Mika wants to kill or hurt his darling, they're still like a deity to him, but~~ He'd fantasise about knifing them sometimes. Not in a way that would kill them, his imagination is very unrealistic, he'd sigh while thinking about digging through their guts while they hug him and thank him and admit Mika is their favourite-! And then he'd probably feel guilty because it's his darling and there's still a large part of him that doesn't want them hurt. But maybe it'd be nice to help them with a papercut or nosebleed once, just so he can at least see what their blood looks like. He might even be lucky enough to walk away with the tissue used to stop the bleeding♡ but he'd feel less guilty of the violent fantasies if he feels Extremely Jealous. He thinks of covering himself in his darling's blood - and them in his own - as a way to cope with the jealousy. For some reason, he thinks it's intimate. So when his darling sees him storm off somewhere if he catches them praising another idol, it's because he's off steaming and probably even drawing out all his fantasies of chopping their tongue and hands off so they can never speak to anyone again.

And speaking of his art! He starts testing the boundaries after some time, showing his darling progressively worse and worse things. It starts off with someone having a nosebleed or an outfit with a golden ribcage - his Dark Romance outfit (a digression but omg... the fact that it's called Dark Romance. Mika, do you have something you want to share with the class) - and a few months later, his smile is so bright and innocent for someone showing off art of someone's intestines spilling out (doesn't he resemble that idol they said they liked the other day?) or a design for quite the provocative outfit featuring motifs of dried blood and organs. And then he starts telling his darling how much he wants to design an outfit for them! Aw, won't'cha let yer Mika make you yer very own fit?

But he doesn't give them much say, he assures them he knows - he's a full-fledged designer himself by now! - what would look good on them and what would fit them. But from the start, his intentions seem wrong. Firstly, the bottoms are entirely too short. As a compromise, he lengthens them to drop until their knees, and then comments that it's "cuter that way, anyway" so they can't even be sure he was actually compromising. Then the top is tight and low-cut - and he compromises by making the collar a turtleneck, but who even knows if that's any better. And the design is very... grim. The top has a rather realistic design of a chest opened - blood-dripping ribs behind which a heart is situated. You'd expect Mika to design them cartoonishly, but he's rather practised at it, so, thanks to the tightness of the top, it ends up looking rather 3D. The intestines are well-presented, too, and... everything seems to be dripping in blood. The bottoms, thankfully, are only in a matching black colour to the base of the top, and their normalcy kind of eases the darling into accepting it, even though the chains still give it a very edgy look.

He's nibbling on his thumb as he watches his darling try it on so he can make final adjustments. He gets fidgety. When the fitting is over, he asks them if they like it. It's probably grown on them by then, or they just feel bad because of how much time and effort he spent on it, but they say they do. And then he gets soooo happy, so overjoyed! He's so glad, he wasn't sure if they would like it, but he's so glad they did. He even asks for permission to hug them before leaning in, embracing them, and... starting his little ramble. About how he wishes he could actually open them up instead of just imagining what their guts look like. About how he wishes he didn't have to settle for keeping the tissues they used to stop nosebleeds and instead they could exchange blood yknow like a normal couple. About how he wishes he could one day be worthy of all his darling's expressions to be shown to him. Love, joy, pain, he just wants to see it all! And he wants to be the only one to see it, and he wants to show his own to his darling. Don't think him selfish or mean! He won't leave his darling wanting, he wants to bleed and be opened up as much as he wants them to bleed and for him to open them up. He just thinks it's so romantic, doesn't his darling agree? Don't they want to give it a try? He has the sewing scissors on hand already. Just a little cut, he'll let them make a matching one on his skin, wherever his darling chooses! Don't mind how deeply he's breathing and how much he's blushing the more he tries to convince them.

#ah yanmika my love my guilty pleasure. got a bit nauseous proofreading this so i guess that means i did well lmao #ensemble stars #mika kagehira #yandere enstars x reader #kagehira mika #yandere #gore text tw #violence tw #nsft-ish #<- idk kinda suggestive?#i hope i tagged this all fine i kinda let myself go crazy

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sakuramemento · 2 months

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Taro Yamada Rewrite: Ren Harukawa (蓮春川)

"ren (蓮)" means lotus, a flower that symbolises resilience and rebirth. "haru (春)" means spring. "kawa (川)" means river.

This is the biggest physical change in my rewrite, since Taro looks too generic and similar to Ayano for me. Ren is considerate and respectful, preferring to passively go along with what others want instead of bothering them.

Because of this, he easily goes along with the whims of the rivals. He's more introverted, and prefers having a few close relationships over a lot of shallow ones. He likes literature, classical music, and origami. His looks were styled by his sister who's more fashion-conscious.

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Ren considers his upbringing to be nothing special or noteworthy. His parents got divorced while he was in middle school; Ren lives with the dad, and his sister lives with the mom. They're all still on speaking terms, but aren't very affectionate. His dad is usually working, so Ren takes care of the house and raising his sister when she visits.

He hides his melancholy behind an amiable smile, which is what Airi (Ayano's redesign) is attracted to. Depending on how rivals were eliminated during the week, his mental health can suffer greatly. Every Saturday, the player will be able to go on a date with him and improve their bond. Ren's mental health and bond with Airi will decide what kind of ending the player gets. If his sanity is low and bond is high, he'll become dependent on Airi. If his sanity and bond are low, and witnessed his childhood friend or sister die, he'll end up snapping.

#sakura memento #yandere simulator #yansim redesign #yansim rewrite #taro yamada #ren harukawa

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konohamaru-sensei · 1 month

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"Du warst ein Polaroid im Regen und mein erstes Lied." (You were a polaroid in the rain and my first song.) | Sayuri X Oikawa

Hello, betcha didn't think this would come round eventually. I've had this plottted in my head for a while, so here it is! <3

This is an OC story with Oi kawa, please do not read on if you hate OCs. I'll tag nothing and I'll put all under a readmore, please just move on, thanks.

“So yeah, she has a boyfriend again now.”

Tooru snipped with his finger against the table in front of him. “That's great for her~,” he sings back. “Why would that matter to me?”

He does not have to see Hajime to know he is rolling his eyes. “I thought you would like a warning. Her boyfriend is working for the volleyball association and is around the national team a lot, so if you come over for the olympics or other…”

“I’ll make sure to congratulate them on their impending wedding.” Even for his usual way of speaking, the sarcasm was especially overflowing now.

Hajime sighed at the other side of the telephone. “Anyway,” he said and sighed again,”It’s late here, so I’m going to go. I thought I was being a nice friend and telling you about it, but it seems like you don’t care, so let’s say goodbye for now.” Though Hajime had said the words, Tooru knew that he didn’t mean them.

“It’s been a long time since then,” Tooru heard himself say. “I don’t have a connection to her anymore anyway.” He waited for Hajime to say something, but the line stayed in this silence that showed that they both knew that Tooru was lying. “Well, bye, Iwa-chan.”

Hajime didn’t even say goodbye. He just hung up.

Tooru let the phone slip from his hand directly onto the bed below him. For a moment he did nothing but stare at the ceiling. What had Iwa thought would happen if he told him Sayuri had a boyfriend now? That he’d cry? And if he had? What would that have mattered?

She was free to date whoever she wanted to date. After all, they had not been a couple for ages and even when they had, they hadn’t really been one. Everything that had happened that year seemed like a movie he had once seen and then decided to never watch again. A distant memory. And that, even though it wasn’t even ten years ago at this point.

People romanticised their first real love. They also, of course, did that with childhood crushes and all, but especially with the first love one had as a teenager. Often you’d long for those very pure feelings back, without a way of turning back the clock and keeping yourself from getting older. Tooru was no different, though he could have really lived with being the exception to this.

How he fell in love with the only classmate that openly disdained him was still a mystery to him. Maybe it was her open honesty about how much and what exactly she disliked about him, or maybe it was the way her face had looked when he saw her play on the field for the first time, whatever it was, it had been quick, strong and without him noticing until it was too late.

There had been a moment in time where they could have been more than two people who occasionally kissed and slept with each other. Where these feelings could have turned into a real blooming relationship with dates and presents and love confessions. At the time Tooru could feel it on his tongue, but it had never quite come out of him, not when Sayuri had always repeated that they would “not be a couple.”

Now, older, wiser, and so far removed geographically as possible from whatever they had been, Tooru understood that Sayuri had been scared, at least a little, of going out with him. He was convinced there were feelings there too, not that she even said that to his face. But there was something about that last time they spoke to each other that told him that he was right.

That April, shortly after their graduation, Tooru had visited Tokyo on his way to Argentina. They hadn’t spoken to each other since shortly before the graduation ceremony, when he had told her that he would move abroad right after for his career. Thin lipped she had nodded away and wished him good luck and what he had actually come to ask her, to move abroad with him, stayed stuck in his throat.

He’d seen her work diligently to enter a good journalism academy, to leave her fathers oppressive house. There had been no way he could have asked her to abandon all of that for him. Tooru’s career was not more important than the goals she was working towards. She wanted to write, portray careers, and she ought to do it.

But then, the loneliness and longing, side effects of loving, had overwhelmed him so much that he had gone to see her anyway. Let Saya give him the address of her apartment so he could go by, talk to her directly. He had gone with high ambitions. He’d tell her how he felt, he’d ask her to come with him.

Now, 8 years later, eyes closed on his back, Tooru could still see Sayuri’s face right in front of his eyes when she opened that door that day. He gave her a little wave and his signature smile and her lips curled for a moment before she threw the door shut into his face again. So much of that.

Eventually, of course, she had opened her door to him again and with a growl stepped back to let him into her apartment. It was small, but completely adequate for a student with her small income. A big room that could be parted by a sliding door hiding the bed, not that Tooru took notice of much of the room at first, he was totally focused on what was in front of him.

One of their great failures as an almost-couple was that they always skipped the talking part, the “lets-define-what-we-are” part and went right into the next step. It had been a few weeks since they’d been together and now that she stood in front of him, her eyebrows furrowed in anger, he could not help but kiss her again. Really, love was stupid and selfish.

The other one of their great failures was that Sayuri never said no to him. From their first kiss to their very last, she had always let it happen. Always sliding herself into him, always letting his hand roam wherever he wanted to go. If she hadn’t at least liked him a little, she would have complained, right? He told himself things like that all the time to keep himself sane.

It was almost like a fever dream to remember now, that night, the morning that followed. As if it had barely been real. They’d gone out for food, brought it all home, sat and chatted a little, but did a lot of other stuff all the while Tooru had wanted to say what had been on his mind for almost a year, but no matter how hard he tried to persuade his heart, the words just wouldn’t come out.

Maybe it was a fear of rejection.

Finally, when he could not wait any longer, when his flight was so close that even Sayuri lifted her eyes to ask when he would need to go to the airport, in this “by-the-way” fashion that told him that she had been thinking about him leaving nonstop. Finally, then, the words on the tip of his tongue spilled out.

“I want you to come with me.” He had said, very quickly and when he noticed her mouth opening he had added: “It does not have to be now. It can be in a year or two or three. You can study here and I can come visit. I can teach you the language. I don’t care. I want you to come with me someday.”

There were her thin lips again, the ones that had discouraged him so much last time. “Why?” she had asked.

It was as if she was offering him an oil branch. As if she was saying “Tell me your feelings honestly first”. It was right there for him to take an opportunity of a lifetime and yet, he said.: “Because I think we are good together. Don’t you think so?”

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

His head was screaming at him. No matter how many years passed, this moment still haunted him. What had Tooru expected to happen? He remembered it so well, her eyes darkening and then her face dropping.

“I don’t think you should say things like that to me.” She had replied coldly. “We aren’t a couple after all.”

Then, before he could get it together, before he could say anything else, she had already ushered him out of her apartment and closed the door. Other than his dreams and the occasional check up on social media Tooru had not seen her since.

It was alright, of course, that now, years later, Sayuri was dating again. It had been alright if she had been dated a week after he had flown out. Still, the “what if” haunted Tooru and would probably continue to haunt him. Hajime knew this, though they had never explicitly talked about it. That's why he had called, to be considerate.

How would she react if he came back to Japan and ran into her? Would she stare at him coldly again like she had the last time their eyes had met? Or would she be so over their thing, that she would have reverted back to hating him? And did it really matter if she liked him or not?

Tooru sighed and grabbed his phone again. The only way to find out was to meet her again and he knew that eventually they would do exactly that. Maybe there could come a day in which they would be alright with each other, when their youth was such a distant memory that neither of them would still cling to it.

Maybe then he would finally be able to tell her what he wanted to tell her then, even if it was a confession that's way too late.

#pretty boys doing sports #fic tag #sayuri uchiha #das war die schönste zeittt weil alles dort begaaaaaaaann #und berlin war wiie new yooork.. ein meilenweit entfernter oortt

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