#makoto's dream kitchen

[lesbian-empress-nero]

Some dreams, Yukari had found, were better than others.

Some dreams were of good things like spending time with her friends, of days spent in happiness, free of care.

Others were of that night, of the night they lost a friend. Of the night a friend had sacrificed himself for the safety of another. Of the night of a friend died thinking he deserved to.

Yukari could still smell the metallic scent of blood, still see the stain on the ground from his broken and beaten body. She could still hear the ringing of the gun echoing in her ears, hear the sound of him falling to the ground in a heap, clinging to life desperately.

She had dreams about the dorm, too. Shinjiro and Akihiko dancing together in the kitchen, Ken and Koromaru playing at the Shrine, Makoto and Junpei playing video games together. Her and Fuuka tending to her garden.

Mitsuru had once told her about something called “dream theory”, which stated that the human mind took in even minute details in daily life, and the memories came back as dreams.

Yukari wondered if it was true, if there was a detail somewhere in that memory that could change it, that could fix what happened. If there was something she could have done that night to save Shinjiro.

But she supposed there was no point dwelling on dreams. Not when what Mitsuru said was just a theory.

all of the members having dreams about shinjiro... that memory. they're reminded of it every day. its who they fight for, who they miss, who they love. and they all wish they could have done something to change that outcome. its just like akechi (i know shinji came before akechi. shush.)

#nero answers #shackle-foes #shinjiro aragaki #persona 3 spoilers #p3 spoilers #yukari takeba #p3 #persona 3

[symphonic-scream]

Okay writing out the whole lay down of Hifumi meeting and moving in with Makoto and Haru

She spent a night on Akira's couch, and it's like. She's very nervous about making a good impression with these ladies, and Akira didn't tell her too much aside from it would be a safe place-

"hey, it's alright. They'll absolutely adore you"

"how can you say that with such confidence? I'm-"

"look, I'm not going to be too specific because it's their tales to tell, but one of them was in your shoes. She's on the other side of that bridge now, settled. Happy. Both of them will accept you as you are, no questions asked"

But Hifumi's still nervous right? How can he just be so sure? Her parents kicked her out, disowned her, and she's still finding herself,

But they pull into the parking lot of a homey looking cafe and bakery. Noir's. There's a big mural painted on the side of the building, vines and teacups and the vague outline of a woman with a finger to her lips, features shaded from her big hat and the vines, more hands holding her face almost tenderly

(it's. That one shot of Haru from Mementos Mission I believe. The one with Makoto's hands)

There's a sleek motorcycle and a neat little car parked at the far end of the lot, side by side. There's big hedges around the parking lot, and the window ledges all have plants in those window boxes. The customers they see leaving look happy, relaxed

Akira walks right up to the back door, tucked close to where the motorcycle and car are parked, pulling out a little key from his pocket. They leave Hifumi's bags in the car, and enter what's gonna be her new home, at least for as long as she needs it

It's a little space first, a little welcome mat on the floor with a rack for shoes, with- okay you know that school calculator slot wall hanging thing? That but for slippers. All different colours. Akira pulls out a red pair for himself, passing Hifumi a black pair

"Haru bought all our friends our own slippers for their place, insisted on it. She wants you to pick out your colour with her later, so you can borrow Goro's."

And just. That's just the first little spot of love she sees among these friends. Slippers kept at each other's houses, set aside for them. Personalized. And, there's plans to include her already

Akira heads up the stairs and knocks on the door up there, smiling as someone calls out from inside. Hifumi's mad anxious now, she needs to make a good first impressions and-

Haru swings open the door with a wide smile, pulling Akira into a bear hug immediately. She brightens when she spots Hifumi behind him, and moves to offer a hand "hi! Oh, Akira's told us so much about you! I'm Haru, she/her, it's so lovely to meet you! Ah, would you prefer a hug, handshake, or hi five? You can also say none!"

She's a touch overwhelmed, Haru is, a lot. Big smile, that fluffy hair, the very pink sweater that matches her pink slippers, and just- she opens her arms for the hug without thinking. And it's warm. Haru gives amazing hugs

"come in, come in- let me show you around! We didn't want to barrage you, so Makoto's making us some snacks in the kitchen-"

And there's the mini tour, of the living room, the spare room, Hifumi's new room which is furnished lightly, as the wives wish to take her out for a day to pick up stuff to personalize it, showing where the bathrooms are, which door leads to the master in case she needs them in the nights, and finally the kitchen where Hifumi finally meets Makoto

And she realizes. She doesn't immediately clock either as trans. But. Akira said one was. And the idea of one day reaching a point where a stranger wouldn't even question her- lord it's. Like a dream

Makoto has a little apron on and stuff, peeling fruit and setting up trays of crackers and some cheese- occasionally dropping some little meat to an eager little doberman puppy at her feet. Haru just walks right up and they share a little kiss, Haru sneaking one of the grapes off of the carefully arranged plates

After a fond look at her wife, Makoto offers a hand to Hifumi and welcomes her to the home. "I'll bring up your bags while you get to know Haru better"

And Hifumi tries to argue that she doesn't have to do it, let alone alone- but Makoto laughs it off, claiming she needs to make up for missing her morning gym session with Ryuji

From there it's. Moments of Hifumi just being in this loving environment, but also noticing the ways the two work around each other and maintain certain boundaries. Like, advance notice of important or potentially draining conversations, so the other has time to prepare for the talk and set up support for the outcome

Haru changing the channel if the news playing in the background of their evening starts to mention doctors or hospitals, or Makoto covering stories of assaults in the newspaper with sticky notes she draws hearts on

And the way they pick up things that Hifumi is uncomfortable with. Makoto moving her mother's old chessboard to the master. Haru putting the scotch glasses in a separate cupboard. Keeping their voices low when she looks extra tense after going out. The small things that just, really make Hifumi feel like part of their home

Man I'm just so tender for this au i

#persona 5 au

[goddessalthena]

So...

It often bothers me how basically all of the Senshi each have their own specific strengths/talents, but Usagi is generally portrayed as the 'walking disaster with the heart of gold' (or silver, if you will 😉). Other than being a shoe-in for Captain of the Ultimate Frisbee Team, her characterization offers precious little in the way of aptitude or ambition. While I think it's charming that this sweet 14-16 year old dreams of little more than marrying her Mamo-chan one day, I would personally love to have a little more to chew on.

(Disclaimer: This may just be my ongoing frustration with her dichotomous portrayal of 'comic relief/messiah' talking.)

Anyhoo, I was reading a fic the other day where Usagi tried to cook something and it was an unmitigated disaster--to absolutely no one's surprise--and I found myself sighing. Then I thought about it, and I figured Usagi might actually be a pretty decent cook. She has a well documented love of food, she surprised everyone in the curry episode in R, and given enough time and a few lessons from Makoto over the years, I think Usagi actually turns out to be a really good cook. Like, 'give Mako a run for her money' kind of good.

The only caveat being that she makes a ridiculous mess every time she's in the kitchen.

To sweeten this downside, I reckon that Mamoru isn't a very good cook. He's taken care of himself all these years, but he's always stuck to the most basic dishes because anything more complicated inevitably winds up in the trash can. But he is super tidy.

This makes them the perfect kitchen team! Usagi whips up a delicious (chaotic) meal, and Mamoru follows swift on her heels, tidying up behind her. There's a goodly amount of heated bickering at first (followed by passionate reconciliation), but they find a nice rhythm over time*.

House Rule: No one else is allowed in the kitchen during holidays/dinner parties. 😬 (They let Mako in once, but the look of absolute horror on her face earned her an instant perma-ban.)

I like this contrast/compliment between their characters. I'm always game for ways to make Mamoru look a little less 'perfect' and Usagi a little more capable. It helps to close that perception gap between them.

Still, I don't think Usagi cooks every day because she's either too lazy and/or Mamoru's too tired to clean up. So they eat their fair share of takeout. 😘

*Sometimes they still bicker just so they can make up, but that's just their thing. Who can blame 'em?

#sailor moon #headcanon #Usagi the cook #But maybe not the baker #bc baking is a science #and Usagi is chaos incarnate in the kitchen #they let Mako-chan bring the cake #goddessalthena

[manias-wordcount]

More than Enough (Makoto Edamura x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝟮 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝟭𝟮 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗙𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟮 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲!

𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁: 𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗦/𝗼.

𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗦𝗻𝗼𝘄! 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

When you breathe in, there’s nothing but the delicious smell of chocolate that greets you.

 And when you open your eyes, there’s nothing but the sight of your boyfriend’s back facing you from the other side of the counters.

 You’re in a good mood. It’s hard not to be in one when you, your boyfriend and the rest of your team get the chance to spend time together somewhere nice- and not for work. To be honest, you’re not sure whose cabin this is. It’s a big, beautiful thing nestled up in the Swiss Alps with all the amenities you could ever dream of. And some that may take some inspiration when coming to mind. But it’s big, and it’s beautiful and someone’s house so you’re able to take the time to do the things you rarely get the chance to sit down and enjoy.

 Like watching your boyfriend do who-knows-what is in this nice, expensive kitchen you’re both in.

 Though under normal circumstances, staring at Makoto as he shifts back and forth and back and forth as he fiddles with something just out of your view wouldn’t be the most interesting thing to spend five or so minutes looking at. In fact, it’s not an unfamiliar scenario and you’ve learned very quickly that taking the time to play a quick little mobile game on your phone would be a better usage of your time despite his promises that he’ll “only be a minute longer, I swear!”

  But this time, it’s a far different story. This time, he told you that he had a surprise for you. Something that he had to pull a few strings and talk to a few people to pull off. And naturally, you couldn’t help but grow excited. The smile on his face was contagious as he pulled you into the kitchen and sat you down on the other side of the counters- his surprise supposedly hidden within a neatly little red gift bag topped with a golden and black trimmed ribbon. He told you to sit tight. That this surprise wouldn’t take too long. That there were just a few things he needed to prepare.

 And because it’s impossible to say no to him when he looks at you with that adorable grin and warm, chocolate-brown eyes- you found yourself sitting quietly with your hands folded in front of you. Waiting for him to turn around and present to you his surprise. 

 It doesn’t take long for the smell of something sweet to start filling the air. Out of pure instinct, you draw in a deep breath, and your nose was filled with the smell of something rich and powerful. It was the perfect blend of scents, yet you couldn’t quite put a name to it. Out of everything you could tell it was something sweet. But was that everything to it? It smelt too different to be something you had before. You know for a fact you would have remembered a scent such as this one before. A scent that was not too much. A scent that was not too little.

 But really? A scent- a feeling- that felt like it was just enough. 

  The breath you ended up releasing is a sigh of pure contentedness, your mouth already starting to water at the smell of whatever your boyfriend was cooking. Your sigh manages to get Makoto’s attention. It briefly breaks him away from his concentrated state of half-humming, half-singing under his breath in his native language to throw a look over his shoulder. His expression is amused as he throws up an eyebrow at your eagerness, and you can’t help but shrug and offer up a giddy smile before opting to turn your head and find something else to distract yourself as the time passes by ever so slowly.

 Almost immediately, your eyes slide over to a large window. Outside, it’s relatively dark. The sun had set hours ago so it’s no surprise to you that there’s not much you can see outside. With the sun no longer shining down upon you, it’s next to impossible to make out the shape of the mountains. Not with all the trees standing up big and tall in the way. And while you can’t help but feel a smidge of disappointment now that the main attraction of the trip is no longer visible, there is still one thing outside that is managing to lift your spirits.

 The snow.

 Inside where it’s toasty and warm, you’re able to get a good look at the snow as it flutters down from the sky and piles and piles onto each other from a safe distance. It’s hardly a blizzard outside, even though a sudden gust of wind every couple of minutes or so pushes a big wall of snow from the roof town off into the forest just outside the cabin. Yet you wouldn’t dare call these precious flakes a little flurry based on the rate the snow dunes outside were climbing higher and the freshly shoveled pathway was almost completely covered in white. In your opinion, it was the perfect amount of snow. Not too much. Not too little.

 But really? Just enough. 

  It’s a beautiful sight to see. A sight you rarely get to enjoy when most of your days are spent chasing after crooks and slamming the hammer of justice down upon the most exploitative of rich bastards. But right now, you don’t want to think about work. Right now, you don’t want to think about all the places you’ve been and all the people you took down.

 Right now, you want to just be here. Enjoying yourself. Enjoying the sight. Enjoying Makoto. And-

 “Here you go. I’m sorry for the wait.”

 Enjoying his surprise for you.

 You turn your head back to the man in front of you just in time to see him walk towards you and place two large mugs on the counter in front of you. Their design is simple, and it’s obvious that they’re a part of the dishware that the cabin was stocked with due to their matching looks. But your mind moves away from cute little patterned red mugs as you take a peek at what’s inside them while taking in another deep breath to finally capture that beautiful scent you had noticed before. 

 And then, it really hits you.

 “Hot chocolate!” You couldn’t help but cheer, an impossibly large grin spreading across your cheeks. Makoto looks nods silently, his own smile on his face as his eyes fill up with pride at the instant recognition of his work. And you can’t blame him. “Oh, Makoto these look gorgeous!”

 He did a damn good job.

 The two mugs in front of you are slightly different, but it’s easy to tell that the one with all the fixings (and is pushed a little bit closer to you) is yours. Looking over at Makoto’s mug, you’re able to see the warm, warm color of the tasty beverage sitting so prettily in the cup. Steam rises from the cup as your eyes take in the sight of the silky smooth looking drink. But it’s hard to focus on that cup when there’s another drink sitting right in front of you, begging you for attention as well.

 It’s a little hard to tell that what’s in your cup is actually hot chocolate with just your eyes. But the sight of the pretty spiral of whipped cream sitting on top is much more than enough to convince you of the delicious treat sitting underneath. Not to mention, the fragrant shavings of little chocolate pieces and cinnamon sitting on that fluffy white cloud have your mouth watering all over again. And for good reason too.

 “Now, this isn’t any ordinary hot chocolate. At least, it’s not like anything I know you had before.” Makoto begins, gently pushing the fancy done-up cup closer to your hands, urging you to pick it up. Once your first close around the handle, you follow his lead as he picks up his own cup and brings it to his lips. “I had to ask Laurant for a couple of recommendations and do a couple of practice runs by myself. But I think you’ll like what I came up with in the end.”

 Your eyes flicker to his face and back down at your cup, feeling a little too hesitant to drink such a pretty little surprise your boyfriend spent so much time and effort making for you. Obviously, you had hot chocolate before. But it was always a simple cup of warmed-up chocolate milk at home. Or something quick and easy that you would pick up from a nearby cafe when you weren’t feeling a cup of coffee that morning. Now, knowing about all the hurdles he had to go through, it really did feel a little too important to drink so casually like this…

 But Makoto was having none of that. 

 “Try it,” He urges you softly, before lifting his mug up in a cheer, and taking a big sip. It’s not long afterward that you decide to follow in his footsteps and dig in, no longer able to handle the excitement now that you’ve been given the okay. 

 Tilting your head back, you part your lips and take a big sip of what was in your cup. In an instant, there’s a sweet yet soft and foamy texture tickling your lips and dancing on your tongue as you get a mouthful of cinnamon and dark chocolate-coated whipped cream. But a second later, there’s something new floating onto your taste buds. Something richer. Something sweeter. Something far, far better than you could have ever expected. 

 He was absolutely spot on when he said that this cup of hot chocolate would be like no other. The chocolatey drink is smooth as it pours down your throat, filling your mouth with a taste like no other. It’s a masterful blend of a bunch of flavors really- Makoto’s whole concoction made sure of that much- but there’s something about what you’re drinking right now that is different. Something about what you’re drinking right now is magical. It’s all the sweetness in the world, yet that’s not all there is to it. It’s milky, yet with earthy undertones. Strong, yet a delicacy. Pure, yet flowing with all these new things. Making it so that it’s not too little. Making it so that’s not too much. But really, making it so that it's absolutely, positively… 

 “It’s perfect, Makoto!”

 …More than enough. 

#makoto #makoto edamura #Makoto x Reader #makoto edamura x reader #great pretender #The Great Pretender #great pretender x reader #great pretender fanfiction #the great pretender x reader #the great pretender fanfiction #great pretender fanfic #the great pretender fanfic #x reader #xreader #fanfiction #fanfic

[peachmuses]

@sociieties asked: it’s late and they’re still at ryou and kazuya’s place. makoto’s passed out on the couch while everyone else, as he’s last known it, stayed up to continue talking and vaguely remembers something about telling tatsuya to wake him up when he’s ready to go. this is what he assumes is the case when the repeated call of his name makes it’s way into his dreams, and just as he groans in response, someone’s asking where his phone is. too hard of a question for someone’s who’s just woken up and needs a few more moments of silence, but he’s asked again and all he hears is something / something / restaurant card / something / wallet / something / some large amount of money, do you still have the card? “ what? ” makoto asks, processing absolutely none of that, and as he finally lifts his head, kazuya’s saying that he found makoto’s wallet and is looking through it. okay, so at least the card didn’t get stolen.

there's something to be said about the post medication wearing off nap. shuuzou's got his head in a pillow, lulled to sleep by the quiet talking around him; and the blanket that ryou has thrown over him. it's test session - so he's much busier than normal and he's having a great dream in his doze. nothing is wrong / everything is perfect / there's makoto and tatsuya and kazuya and ryou and the generation of miracles, and everything is successful and happy. someone is talking and he groans in his pillow -- before he's blinking himself awake, slowly. he sits up, blinking dazily at the way everyone is looking around for something. tatsuya's phone had alerted him to a payment coming out -- and it's not much - the bank has the money in it but tatsuya very much likes to keep a eye on what ad where things are going. he doesn't recognize it, and he leans over to wake up makoto, " koto -- koto wake up. koto where's your phone ? " there's a groan from his boyfriend, and tatsuya sighs, hands moving to pinch the other on the stomach. " wake up. money came out of the card --- 2 grand came out of the card, i need to know where your wallet is, koto. " nothing. tatsuya sighs, and he hears shuuzou stirring, and blinking up at him, dazed and confused, and tatsuya waves him off. " makoto, do you still have the resturant card ? " makoto finally stirs, and shuuzou is looking up at kazuya in confusion as he finds makoto's wallet, before he's letting out a loud yawn. he rolls his neck, and moves to the kitchen. coffee for everyone he guesses. it doesn't take long to make it - and he brings coffee for makoto and tatsuya sitting it in front of them. " here you go. " he says quietly, before offering one for kazuya and ryou. " do you need money ? " ryou asks, worries -- " is it covered ? do you have insurance ? can you put a lock on your card from your phone ? that way you don't have to cancel the card in case you find it ? " tatsuya shakes his head, " no we have plenty of money -- i have a large savings account -- but two grand missing is suspicious activity. " he picks up one of the coffees for him, and moves to give makoto his own, " thanks. " for the coffee / for offering. shuuzou yawns again, a hand coming up to rub at his eyes, " what bank are you all using ? i might know someone there. " granted he's not suppose to call them after-hours, " i dunno if they could do something, but, " he shrugs, " worth a try if you need it. "

#sociieties #sociieties: makoto #sociieties: kazuya #character ⸺ shuuzou. #character ⸺ himuro. #character ⸺ ryou. #verse ⸺ nkru bad ending.

[mycoolwritingcorner]

The Calm Before The Storm Chapter 4: Coming Out

Ami was setting the table when she heard a knock at the door.

“Ami, I think Ms. Kino is here!” She heard her mother shout from the kitchen.

“Alright, I’ve got it mom!” She replied back to her mother. She made her way to the door and opened it to reveal her green eyed lover standing in the hall with a bouquet of lilacs.

“Uh… hi.” The Guardian of Thunder said, visibly nervous despite her best efforts to hide it.

“Hey, come on in.” Ami said, leading her into the apartment. Before they got too far in, however, the bluenette whispered up to Mako, “You look nice.” Prompting a blush from the taller girl.

“Thank you. You look nice too.” She whispered back, “You ready for this?”

“Yeah, I think so. You?” 

“Yeah… yeah, we’ve got this.” The green-clad girl said in a clear attempt to psych herself up. Ami was glad to see it, though. She had worried Mako would be in a much worse state.

The girls made their way to the table, where Ami’s mother, Saeko, had stepped out of the kitchen to greet her guest.

“Hello Ms. Kino, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you!” She said, warmly welcoming Mako into her home.

“Thank you for having me. And please, call me Mako.” The brunette replied, “Oh, and these are for you!” She said, handing Saeko the flowers.

“Oh, thank you dear, they’re lovely. I’m gonna go find a vase for these, could you help Ami finish setting the table? Dinner should be ready in just a few minutes.”

“Oh, of course!” Mako shot back, eager to please.

…

Before long, the three women had helped themselves to a portion of the rice dish which Saeko had made, and seated themselves at the table. As their apartment only housed two people, and their opportunities to eat together were rare, the table in the dining room was smaller than most. Thankfully, there was enough room for Mako, however she felt the need to be extra careful ensure her long legs did not accidentally kick one of the Mizuno women.

“Great, another thing I need to worry about.” The brunette thought to herself as she pushed her food around on her plate. She had been able to eat at a decent pace, largely motivated by her desire to not offend Ami’s mother, but the knots in her stomach kept her from being able to truly ‘dig in’.

“So, Mako.” Saeko began, instantly grasping Makoto’s undivided attention, “Do you have any plans for what you want to do after high school?”

“Oh, well, actually I’d like to go to culinary school.” She shot back honestly, before taking a minute to fully process what she had said.

“Wait, what if she thinks that’s impractical? She probably wants Ami to marry some nice boy she meets at medical school, and here I am telling her I want to be a chef?! Dammit, I’m blowing it already!” Mako thought, mentally chastising herself.

“Oh, that’s interesting.” Saeko responded, “Maybe I should’ve let you cook dinner for tonight.”

“O-oh, well I was thinking of bringing something, but Ami said not to worry. B-but I can definitely cook something next time!”

“Wait, is it too presumptuous of me to just assume that there’ll be a next time? Gah! This is worse than when Ami tried to teach me how to play chess!”

“That would be lovely.” Saeko said sincerely, “So what do you wanna do after you finish culinary school? Try to be the next world famous chef?” 

“Oh, no, nothing that big. And actually I’m not even-”

“I told you, Mom, she wants to open up a bakery.” Ami said. Mako wasn’t sure if she felt rescued, or if Ami had just dug her a deeper hole.

“Oh, yes, that’s right.” Saeko said, preparing another bite of food, “To be fair, you told me that a while ago. So, is that still what you want to do, Mako?”

“Uh… well…” Mako didn’t know what to do. Should she lie and say she wasn’t that committed to it? Ami’s mother didn’t seem to mind, but what if that was just a front? Maybe if she told her the bakery was just a childish dream and that she was actually looking at other options her mother would respect her more. “Well actually…”

“No. I can’t lie. If this is gonna work she has to like me for who I am.”

“... It’s been my dream since I was a little girl.” Makoto said softly.

Saeko sprouted a small smile upon hearing this, “It’s good to have dreams. Goals to strive for. Keeps us from being complacent.” She said before taking a sip of her drink.

“I… I think I answered that right?” Makoto thought to herself before returning to her meal.

…

Ami had only cleared about half of her plate. The reality of what she was about to do was beginning to fully set in, which dealt a large blow to her appetite. She could tell Mako was feeling it too, as she was also eating slower than normal, but seemed to be powering through it more effectively than Ami.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?” Her mother asked, shocking her back to reality.

“What? Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” She replied. 

She turned her focus back to her plate, but quickly adjusted her gaze towards Makoto. When Makoto looked back at her, Ami mouthed one simple word: “Ready?”

Makoto paused for a second, looking back down at her plate. This sent a chill through Ami. Was Mako not ready for this? Was it truly too soon? Should she have given her more time to prepare? 

This cavalcade of questions was brought to a halt when Ami felt a hand atop her own. Snapping back to reality she saw that Mako had turned her attention back to her, and was delivering an affirmative nod.

“Well… now or never, I guess.”

“Actually, Mom… Mako and I have something to tell you.”

“Oh? What is it dear?” 

With that, Ami stood up and prompted Mako to do the same, before taking the taller girl’s hand into her own.

“Mom… Mako and I… we’re… she’s my…” Ami stammered, not quite able to get the words out.

“I’m her girlfriend, Mrs. Mizuno.” Mako finished for her other half.

“Yeah. We’ve been dating for about two months now and… and I’m sorry for keeping it from you but I just wasn’t sure how you would react and… yeah...”

There it was. The truth was out there. Now all Ami could do was wait for a response. The silence which hung in the room was deafening. Thankfully for the Guardian of Water, however, it didn’t last long.

“Oh, so you two finally made it official? That’s wonderful!”

With this, both girls’ eyes shot up from the table and towards Ami’s mother.

“Wait… I… what?” Was all Ami could manage to say.

“I’ve known about your feelings for Mako for some time, honey.” Saeko said gently, “But, I figured you would tell me when the time was right.”

“Wow… I…”

Saeko stood up from her chair and pulled her stunned daughter into a hug.

“I love you, honey. And nothing could ever change that.” She said before releasing Ami from the hug.

“Wait, so you’re not…”

“The only thing I am, is happy for you. Okay?” Saeko said, to which Ami simply nodded in response.

“So wait…” The Mizunos heard, causing them to turn towards Mako, who had slumped back into her chair, “Was I the only one who didn’t know?!” The brunette exclaimed in disbelief, prompting a laugh from both Mizuno women.

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Yay, good for Mako, Ami's mother approves, but... is that the full story? Guess you'll have to read next chapter to know for sure.

Please let me know what you guys think! Comments, reblogs, likes, etc. are much encouraged and greatly appreciated!

And come back next time for chapter 5.

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[randoimago]

"I made some breakfast, if you're hungry?" oneshot for Sayaka Maizono, please?

"I made some breakfast, if you're hungry?"

Fandom: Danganronpa

Characters: Sayaka Maizono

Type of Request: Headcanons

Word Count: 648

Notes: Sure thing!

This place is a nightmare. Being stuck in this school (if you can call it that with how many areas are unaccessible) and having to kill each other? It's horrific! Yet some people are still happy to keep happy faces and pretend that they can find a way out. Except there isn't one. Unless you want to do what the bear says.

Sayaka is one of those that puts on a fake smile. She pretends that everything will be fine. Because if she stops pretending then she'll break.

It was dumb luck that she ended up here with two people she knew from the outside. Makoto and You. But it also meant she really had to fake her smile and good mood so you both don't see her break.

Except one morning didn't start off good at all. She had dreams of her Idol group that became nightmares to where she woke up at some god forsaken time and couldn't sleep again in fear of seeing those nightmares again. She honestly wanted to just stay in bed and hide the whole time. But she wanted out. And there was only one way to do that.

She got up and decided to head to the dining room. She's seen knives in there before and with how early it is, she doubts anyone would notice. She hadn't even registered the smell of cooking as she stepped into the room. Her mind was on a single track.

But she did register, as she stepped into the kitchen, you humming and making something. You glanced over as she had walked in and looked confused to see her, probably as confused as she looked, before giving a bright smile.

"I made some breakfast, if you're hungry?" You tell her and she's still stunned before she remembers her previous plan and slips on her false smile.

"What are you doing up?" She can't help but ask, but tries to make her tone playful and cutesy despite being slightly annoyed that you interrupted her plan.

"Couldn't sleep. Not after... well everything. So I thought I'd make something to eat. Eating usually makes me feel better so I hoped it'd help." You were silent for a second, before continuing, "maybe it could help you too?"

"What do you mean?" She almost dropped her act as she couldn't believe you could see through her fake optimism. Everyone else seemed fooled (seemed being the keyword).

"Well it's a lot. Everyone can only be happy for so long and you seem to be the most cheerful so I can only imagine how you're holding up." She really couldn't argue with that. Especially because she is tired. Her mind feels ready to snap. Hell, she was going to take a knife just in case.

"You're sweet." She settles with as she decides screw it and allows herself to be tired. Let's herself just sigh and massage her temple because like you said, this is a lot.

"If you ever need to talk, I'm here." You let her know as you move some food onto plates for the two of you. She gives you a smile as she takes a bite. It's not the best meal she's had, but it helps. Her mood does seem better after eating. Would probably be even better if she had a good night's sleep, but beggars can't be choosers.

"Thank you," she says as you two have been eating in silent. You give her a smile that she returns. You end up talking more and she has some genuine laughter. It's odd to laugh in this situation, but it's nice. Eventually others begin filing in and more chatter and laughter is had.

Sayaka's previous idea is forgotten as she remembers that this situation sucks but she has people that she knows she can count on to help her keep going. She knows she has you.

#danganronpa x reader #sayaka maizono x reader #sayaka x reader

[crawlspacefics]

Holiday WIP

Late for Christmas but still think it will be entirely done in time for the winter holiday theme. Fairytale type AU loosely in the Fate universe with Rei telling the story of a cranky dragon queen and her attempt to steal the winter festival.

The Setup: When You Give a Martian an Opening 

The scent of freshly baked cookies drifted through the house, mingling with the conversations breezing randomly about between the kitchen, living room, and hallway.  Makoto finished dusting a cooled batch with powdered sugar, then brushed her hands on the Mrs. Claus apron Michiru had gifted her upon her arrival.  She grinned to herself.  She would have been glad to bake cookies for them just because her friends’ kitchen was a dream.  Though she did find this thinly veiled plot to keep her in the kitchen and away from the temptation to lift so much as a tinsel box highly entertaining.

She glanced across the kitchen to see that Michiru and Usagi were almost done crafting the marshmallow snowmen for the coco.  Wanting to find out where everyone was in the decoration sorting and needing to get the kids’ cups, because there was no way she was sending chocolate milk anywhere near Michiru’s pristine rug without tightly sealed sippy tops, Makoto wandered over to the doorway.  Leaning against the frame with an amused smirk on her face, she watched a box with gold garland spilling over the top pass down from Haruka to Mamoru to Rei.  She crossed her arms and let them rest on the swell of her belly.  “I really can help, you know.  If I can lift a preschooler, I can lift a box of ornaments.”

Rei snorted as she walked by.

“Sorry, Mako-chan,” called down Haruka as she stuck her head out of the attic.  “Ami says otherwise, and she scares me more than you do, so…”

Directing her comment into the living room, Makoto waved a hand in feigned annoyance.  “Fine, fine.  Let me just take my barefoot and pregnant self back into the kitchen.  Since apparently that’s where my wife thinks I belong.”

Showing no remorse whatsoever and not even looking up from the box of kid-friendly ornaments she was going through with Miki, Ami returned, “You really do make the best cookies and coco, Mako-chan.”

Hearing the barefoot part, and worried about his mama’s toes getting cold, Miki held up his socked foot.  “You want my socks, mama?”

“No, sweetie, but thank you,” she answered, her toes unconsciously wiggling in the thick Rudolph socks that matched Miki’s and Ami’s.  “But you can bring me your snowman cup.  And see if Aunt Minako will get you Hitomi’s, too.”

“I got it,” said Rei as she sat on the floor between Minako and Ami.  She leaned back and snagged Hitomi’s diaper bag from under the coffee table.

Standing in Minako’s lap and transfixed by the musical snowglobe the blonde was holding in front of her, Hitomi almost missed her mama pulling her cup out.  Then her mama handed it to Miki, and this was definitely wrong because that was her cup.  The toddler reached towards Rei as Miki ran off, her dark spiky pigtails bouncing with her movements as both hands made grabby gestures.  “I drink!”

“Not yet,” answered Rei as she pulled the little girl into her lap.  She picked up one of the ornaments and held it up for her daughter.  “This first.”

Hitomi gave her a toothy grin and grabbed the chunky snowflake.  “Snow!”  She waved it so Minako could see, too.  “Snow, mama!”

Back in the hallway, a green plastic box of tree lights was handed down to Setsuna.  “I think that’s the last one,” said Haruka.  She scanned the attic for Hotaru’s lanky frame.  “Unless you’re having any luck?”

Without standing upright from the row of boxes she was searching around, Hotaru waved a hand in the negative.  “Nothing.  I don’t think they’re up here.  Chibi-usa?”

A pink head popped up from a cramped spot only she could fit into.  “Nothing over here, either.”

“Damn,” muttered Haruka through a frown.  “Michiru really hid them good this year.”  She tapped a finger to her lips.  “Okay, girls, come on.  We need to regroup and come up with a plan.  We are going to find my elves.”

Walking into the living room, Setsuna chuckled and tossed a quick glance at Ami.  Their eyes held for just a second, and the tiniest satisfied grin formed on Ami’s lips.  Three Christmases in, and the young woman still disavowed any knowledge of either the ridiculously complex technical aspects of Haruka’s holiday display or the annual disappearance of the elves.  And Setsuna thought she was doing an admirable job of playing both sides of the fence.

Finding a chair close to the fireplace, Setsuna took care not to disturb Luna or Artemis - both of whom had found comfortable places near the hearth well away from feet, small children, and randomly dropped boxes.  Then she set about getting the lights ready to string on the tree.

As Setsuna was unwinding the first strand of lights, Hitomi moved to the open box of ornaments and began exploring like it was her toy chest.  Rei’s hand clutching her jumper was the only thing that kept her from going in head first.  A moment later, Miki came running back in with half a chocolate chip cookie in each hand.  With her attention divided between the light strands and the way Hitomi was moving her lips like a baby bird so her cousin would feed her a piece of cookie, Setsuna completely missed the glint in Rei’s eyes.  The others came back into the living room with cookies and coco just as she plugged in the first set of lights to test them.  A triumphant smile formed on her lips as each bulb lit up, and that was all the opening Rei needed.

“You know,” the miko intoned, a shiny green bauble hanging from her finger, “dragons have always liked shiny things.”

Miki went wide-eyed and Minako grinned impishly.  “Is that so?” she asked, a hint of conspiracy in her tone as she ignored the small sigh that escaped from Setsuna.

“It is,” went on Rei as coco was passed around and everyone settled into their seats.  “That’s why villages have to be careful when they have their winter festivals.  All the shiny surfaces reflecting different colors into the mountains during the day, then all the candle light at night.  It tends to catch the dragons’ attention.”

Minako pulled Hitomi back into her lap and traded ornaments for her sippy cup.  “Surely the dragon queen must have been vexed by that.”

Now perched in Hotaru’s lap with his cookies and milk, Miki tilted his head back to look up at her.  “What does vexed mean?”

“It means she has a bad attitude and gets easily upset with people,” the girl answered, giggling at Setsuna’s wounded expression.

“I’m sure, though,” interjected Setsuna, “that even with her bad attitude she wasn’t inclined to ruin the winter festival every year.”

Rei nodded.  “She usually left the village alone to celebrate, no matter how cross they might all make her.  But there was that one year she was just in a particularly bad mood.”  She glanced around, her gaze finally landing on Ami.  “And it all started with an idea from the alchemist…”

The Tale: When a Dragon Queen Gets Cranky

“Ami… love… you know I trust you and all, but,” the hunter glanced nervously around the open rocky expanse that separated their village from the Shadow Mountains.  The full moon had crept across the sky as they worked, though it hadn’t provided nearly enough light to make this ugly, craggy space any more inviting.  No one with any sense lingered here, the area keeping a tenuous peace between the Dragon Queen and them as long as it wasn’t overly violated.  “Are you really sure this is a good idea?”

“Oh, definitely,” returned the alchemist.  She held a small lantern closer to the object she was calibrating.  Faint light was just beginning to break over the mountains, and she wanted to be done before the dawn fully arrived.  She adjusted her heavy wool cloak, annoyed by how it kept falling in her way, and dropped one more magnifier over her spectacles.  “I’ve got the mixture on the detonation compound up to 92% and the flare powder up to 86%.  We’re really only testing for timing and luminosity adjustment at this point.  We’ll be fine.”

Makoto thought both should be closer to 100% before ‘fine’ entered the conversation, but Ami was one of the best alchemists on the continent, so she wasn’t going to question it.  She laid down another flare in the long line she had set up, then rubbed her gloved hands together briskly.  She could feel her big toe poking through the hole in her thick socks each time she moved.  It rubbed against the inside of her boot uncomfortably, but this was her own fault for not taking the time to fix it before being dragged out here in the cold dark.

She glanced up at the sky before moving down the line to set the last flare.  There were two dragons circling in the predawn sky.  Scouts, spies, or just curious observers she couldn’t tell, and she really didn’t want to find out.  So she tried saying something to Ami one last time.

Ami let out a sigh and shifted her magnifiers to her head, readjusting her hood to protect her ears from the chill.  She stood and turned to Makoto, her long skirts swishing around her legs as she did.  She really was quite certain she wasn’t going to blow them up, and she began to explain in detail, once again, why.

Makoto stepped over to her, cutting her off mid explanation, and Ami’s head tilted in question at the smirk on the hunter’s face.  Makoto laid a hand gently against her cheek, then took her shoulders and turned her so she was staring towards the mountains.  “It’s not you blowing us up that I’m entirely worried about,” said Makoto, pointing to the dragons doing lazy figure eights above them.

“Oh,” returned Ami, her eyes widening in surprise.  She hadn’t noticed their company.  She thought for a moment, then turned back to Makoto.  “I don’t think it will be a problem.  We shouldn’t feel the detonation or hear it beyond a small pop.  The sparklers only produce a very low hiss and are only marginally brighter than a candle.  Even with their hearing, it shouldn’t be worth their attention.  And this really is the only place to test them safely.”

She took a step closer to Makoto, the open fingers of her working gloves coming up to run along the fur trim of Makoto’s green tunic.  “Please?  The festival begins in just a few days, and I really would like to have something special ready this year.”

Makoto smiled and brushed a hand along Ami’s bangs.  "You don't have to prove anything.”

Ami nodded a bit reluctantly.  "Still, I’d like something to show that my methods aren’t as outdated as some think.  Perhaps also show the village something they haven’t seen before and that’s a bit more impressive than my usual wares.”  Then she shook her head and let out a rueful chuckle.  “And in my singular focus on preparing this experiment, I forgot to mention that I received word from Princess Minako that she and her little sister will be joining us this year.  She would like to experience something quainter - her word - than the Kingdom’s elaborate festival.  And the sparkles will amuse Usagi.”

An amused huff escaped Makoto.  “Well, that explains Rei.  She came into town all in a tizzy the other day.  Picked up a couple packages from the tailor, then tracked me down at the Firefly to see if I could hunt her up something nicer than her usual.  You know she can’t trap anything worth a damn, and that dragon of hers is going to eat her out of hearth and castle if she doesn’t make him start hunting more on his own.”

“She’s too soft a heart to deny her pet anything,” grinned Ami.

Makoto laughed.  “Don’t let her hear you say that.  She’ll turn you into a turtle or something.”  She took a step back and clapped her hands together.  “Alright, let’s do this.  I promised Hotaru I’d be at the tavern in time to cook for the lunch crowd.  If I’m late, Chibiusa is the only backup.”

Ami nodded and moved them both to the detonator box she’d been toying with earlier.  She pulled a small bottle of cloudy silver liquid from her bag, then carefully loosed three drops into the small funnel built into the top.  After six seconds - the exact amount of time she’d calculated - a small pop made the box jump.  This was also just as she’d calculated, the igniter liquid sparking the specially coated twine that ran the length of her experiment.

What she had not calculated, however, was the residual gurgle, like an upset stomach, that continued to rattle the box.  Her eyes narrowed.  The twine burned green as the tiny flame exited the box with more speed than it should and more noticeable colored flame than her calculations predicted.  Ami held out an arm, her hand resting on Makoto’s chest and pushing lightly as she began to step them both backward.

“I believe we may want to put a bit more distance between…”

The first sparkler ignited before the alchemist could finish her sentence.  A spray of white, green, and red sparks poured out from an explosion several times what they’d been expecting, obliterating the powder cylinder.  The green flame moved faster and grew larger with each cylinder it consumed, each resulting explosion a grander display of sparks and colors.

Makoto had grabbed Ami and was trying to turn and run when the blast from the second sparkler knocked them off their feet.  She covered Ami instinctively, hearing the unhappy howl of the dragons mix with the whine and whistle of the fireworks.

After the sixth and final blast, she chanced peeking out from where they were huddled on the ground.  She could feel Ami doing the same, the alchemist’s forehead pressing against her arm as she held tightly to her.  The colors of the Winter Festival fell all around them like little stars, the fiery sparks landing with a fizzle on the now scorched earth.

“Hmmm,” murmured Ami, a contemplative look replacing the shock on her face.  She sat up and tapped a finger to her lips.  “Perhaps the ball of twine in the detonator was oversaturated?  Or it could be the mixture I used for the color.  Yes, I could see how the Wolf Thistle might throw off the balance with the igniter fluid in this quantity.  Perhaps if I weaken…”

Makoto cut her off by hauling her to her feet.  “How about we contemplate all that back at the shop?” she said hurriedly.  She began collecting what remained of their experiment.  Looking up, she saw the dragons were no longer there.  “Because right now we really need to go.” 

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The Dragon Queen did not pretend to be a patient or caring or particularly understanding person.  She was not any of these things, and that was just the simple truth of the matter.  The young wizard, for example, had learned that first hand when she’d asked for tutelage.  The hatred in those violet eyes hadn’t been at all unexpected when she’d placed the Eternal Chain around Rei’s neck, the price for her services.  Even her own daughter, who was one of the rare individuals Setsuna showed any sort of affection, was well acquainted with her often cold and disagreeable manner.

Her nature had kept the villagers quite far away from her.  This generally did not bother her.  On the occasions in centuries past when she had tried to live among them, the people annoyed her.  The darkness of her countenance - forest green hair that flowed like a river, deep red eyes that bore into the soul, obsidian nails tipped in gold that matched the paint on her lips and eyes - unnerved people.  She towered over all of them, intimidating when she wasn’t trying and terrifying when she was.  That she possessed and so easily manipulated the old magic, as well as her easy affinity with the dragons, had been the nail in her socially unacceptable coffin.

No matter.  She was glad to be rid of them.

Then they had arrived in her valley.  She had made the mountains entirely inhospitable, and the pass through them was nearly impossible to cross.  And yet they had come, bringing their noisy, messy lives with them.

A bit of draft drifted into her quarters, her children bringing the cold in with them as they began to settle after a night of play.  She waved a hand in the direction of her fireplace and the flames lept, filling the large hearth carved into the cavern wall.

Winter.  While she enjoyed the longer nights, she did not like the cold.  She pulled the plush sides of her deep purple dressing coat tighter around her as she sat before her large mirrored vanity.  She lifted her silver brush and began running it through her hair.

Winter also brought with it an extra flurry of activity in the village.  Not only were these people preoccupied with chores for their continued cold weather survival, they had become enamored of a celebration centered around the growing dark and the lessening odds that they would survive to see another spring.  The entire idea would have been amusing if it hadn’t made so little sense.  That her daughter so enjoyed it made even less sense.  And as there had been no occasion on which she had been invited to observe it up close for herself, the entire thing remained an annoying mystery.

Her mind wandered briefly to Hotaru and the other two.  It had been awhile since she’d seen them.  Perhaps she’d send one of her children to…

The bang and whine of a distant chain explosion interrupted her thoughts.  On the heels of it, her children began to whine and bellow.  Her brush slammed to the vanity’s surface, and she stood, knocking the bench over as she did.  A cloud of purple swirled around her, replacing her sleep clothes with the deep maroon scales of her gown.  As she charged down the torch-lit corridors, the firelight reflected off the gold and amethyst of her jewelry, little pinpoints of light bouncing with each sharp click of an obsidian heel.

“What’s going on!” she demanded of the first scout she saw.

The red dragon immediately bowed before her, its voice a soft, distressed coo as it explained what it had seen.

A fire flashed in the Dragon Queen’s eyes.  “Really?” she intoned, a hard set in her jaw.  “Well.  It seems they’re forgetting their place.  Perhaps it’s time for a reminder.”

#sailor moon #makoami #reinako #sailor moon fanfiction #WIP #Rei is telling fairy tales #every time rei tells a story another baby appears LOL #sailor pluto #setsuna meioh #sailor jupiter #sailor mercury #makoto kino #ami mizuno

[cattatonically]

i humbly request a trick or treat featuring Suga and Tanaka and your choice of swim boy

Come play Trick or Treat, and I’ll leave you with sweetness and fluff, or darkness and twistiness.

Trick

Everyone had expected Seijuurou to jump right into competitive swimming after university. They always saw his frame, his muscles, and his accolades, and quickly made assumptions. 

What they didn’t see was the hard work Seijuurou had put into his business management degree, or the cooking classes he snuck in, between his usual course load, practices, and his social life. They didn’t realize that he had goals, dreams, and aspirations far beyond anything swimming could ever accomplish for him. 

And that was their first, and usually only, mistake. 

So far, only one other person had managed to see through him - see into him, see who, and what, he was, and fully accept him. Seijuurou had wasted no time in marrying that man the first chance he could. 

He and Makoto had opened their little café not long after Makoto had retired from personal training. Retired was a strong word. Makoto had simply tired of having an effect on other people in that particular manner. He had other, more creative and clever ways of reaching out to the people he assisted. Which meshed very well with Seijuurou’s particular skillset. 

When Seijuurou had approached him with the idea, Makoto had smiled brightly, and immediately agreed. They planned, and they worked - Makoto for a few more years as a trainer, and Seijuurou in any kitchen, restaurant, café, or food-adjacent job that would take him. It had been grueling, but they finally made it. 

The little bookshop that had opened next door to them had been a delightful addition to the neighbourhood. Makoto had always loved reading, and Seijuurou was always on the hunt for new recipe books. The couple themselves - Tanaka and Sugawara - were equally as delightful. 

Tanaka had gone through similar experiences as Seijuurou - the meathead with no brains stereotype. Proving everyone wrong was working out for both them. 

Tanaka had the special recipe books squirrelled away in the back that he loaned Seijuurou, and Seijuurou let them sell an exclusive blend of tea that he and Makoto had developed together. 

Seijuurou wasn’t entirely sure if the couple were fully aware of the effects of the tea. Surely, with the nature of the recipe book Seijuurou had adapted the recipe from, Tanaka and Sugawara must have suspected. They surely knew it wasn’t simply a seasonal tea blend. They must have suspected, when their customers never made much of a second appearance at either of their shops. 

And just in case they did know, and they did have something up their sleeve, Seijuurou had a contingency plan. Makoto had made sure of it. And if there was one thing Seijuurou would do above all else, it was protect the man who had seen into his soul, and chosen him as his mate. 

#free! #haikyuu!! #SeiMako #TanaSuga #Mikoshiba Seijuurou #Tachibana Makoto #Tanaka Ryuunosuke #Sugawara Koushi #I couldn't pick one swimming boy of my choice so I went with two #Catt writes #Catt's Trick or Treats 2022 #ezzydean

[epitomees]

Another year around the sun, not for her, but for someone else she would rather not meet face-to-face. Cutting her out completely was the only correct choice, but Naoto tried and found herself unable to do it. In more ways than one, Naoto was a coward.

Buchimaru spawned a franchise Naoto never cared for, but beyond the rare plush, she much preferred robots and other less cuddly toys. Her opinions didn’t line up with the general consensus, so even years after it faded into obscurity, merchandise carrying its label had its price skyrocket to the moon and beyond. Rarity made everything special.

Call it good fortune for her to find one of the many things Buchimaru had spawned. Limited edition, dressed up like a mailman. She vaguely recalled that only two hundred were ever made. Naoto took precautions, of course. Wore a pair of leather gloves so nobody could attempt to dust it for prints as she took it to the cashier. Not that it would conceal her identity in the long run. 

Still taking precautions, the satchel was large enough to fit a small card, and on it, she wrote: Happy Birthday.

There was more she could, wanted to add, but being sentimental towards things that no longer held relevance had always been a weakness.

The plush panda was purposefully stuffed into a small box, then wrapped in maroon paper. A label with For Niijima Makoto was slapped on the outside. She liked to think it was anonymous enough, but nobody would be fooled.

On the day, she arrived at the apartment, knocked and only felt mild relief that nobody answered. Instead of waiting around for what would be hours, Naoto left outside the door, knowing full well that nobody on this floor would dream of taking something placed in front of Prosecutor Nijiima’s apartment.

Her part to play was done. She looked around, making sure she hadn’t left any telltale signs of her presence besides the package.

Then she left.

Birthdays always held a special importance. To family, close friends, and those whom held deep respect or care for the specific individual, a person's day of birth called for celebratory observance. Some adored the constant attention, desiring to embrace the day in full with large gatherings and an abundance of presents. Others preferred quiet, small get-togethers involving only select guests. Some, on the other hand, rather not recognize the significance revolving around their own birth.

Everyone was different in that way. Makoto happened to fall in a grey area between acknowledging today's date and favoring little recognition. When was the last time she spent a birthday with anyone whom she considered family? Or friends, for that matter.

The only sign of any immediate regards came in the form of a sealed card, written with a simple 'Happy Birthday, From Sis', left on the kitchen table. Not even a small gift or an invitation for birthday dinner. Case work couldn't be put on hold for just one day...

School came and went, the last class bell ringing loudly for eager students to leave the squared classrooms and enjoying their evening. Not for someone of Makoto's status. Student council duties fell upon her shoulders, along with the principal's own personal assignments. Today would not be a day spent tagging behind any supposed suspects or delinquents. She rather not waste the rest of her day following someone else's orders. It's her day. It's a special day. Only once a year.

Once cleared of her responsibilities, the brunette hastily beelined for the nearest subway station. She hadn't stopped for any interruptions or inconsiderate passerbys remarking her rather pushy behavior. The very little daylight left ticked away faster than the current train pulling into Makoto's stop. Not many hours to go. She had to use her time wisely.

Shoes clacked harshly against the metallic stairs leading up to her floor's apartment. Sae wouldn't be home anytime soon, and with Makoto currently alone it meant plenty of opportunities to prepare her own birthday meal. Obviously, she'd leave a plate for Sis but...perhaps not too much. More for Makoto, considering she made it.

What stood in front of their door, however, halted all current thoughts. A neatly wrapped gift waited at the front entrance to the Nijima's apartment. No tracking number or any sign of shipping stickers along the sides. In other words, someone stopped by here, perhaps recently, to personally drop off this package. The colors almost matched Sae's deep crimson irises, and it looked carefully put together too. She took it inside, but not without glancing up and down their hallway for any movement, or sign of the anonymous gift-giver.

The door locked behind her, and Makoto took the present into the living room. She slipped her fingers beneath the taped sections carefully peeling it away and unfolding the wrapping paper. The item inside the cardboard folds immediately raised some questions, but of course Makoto's own excitement overtook any logical suspicion.

A Buchimaru plush, one not seen in her own collection. Rare, highly prized and valued by internet collectors, and to top it off, very expensive. Pricing of these mailman plushies were marked as high as 700,000 yen. Sis couldn't afford those lofty fees...

...but then again, no one knew about Makoto's love for the mascot. Other than Sae, there's...one other person.

If it happened to be the latter, Makoto needed to prepare a proper appreciation for this gift. Something nice for their own birthday? Sae must have documentation stored somewhere, whether it was in her room or on her laptop. Makoto would find out, one way or another, to give her own personal thanks.

Because finally...someone else remembered.

#ic #Makoto #chibitantei #long post #Stronger Than We Thought - Naoto Sister Verse #Makoto's Birthday 2023 #((the sisters....they make me feel so many things #this wraps up all of Makoto's birthday asks!!))

[jimintomystery]

A Recipe Written in Mama's Ragu

I got to feeling restless, so I started a re-watch of the Game Grumps playing Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc. I guess I'll run through my thoughts on Chapter 1 (episodes 1-15).

[Above: She's only happy when she's helping a complete idiot, and he's...well...]

It's remarkable how much smoother the story begins when you already know everything. In my first go-around two years ago, nothing made sense and by the time Monokuma showed up, it felt like a fever dream. Like Arin and Dan, I was interrogating the dialogue for clues about how everything got this way, which was frustrating when the kids mostly focus on understanding (and re-stating) Monokuma's rules.

It's also clear that the game loses Arin very quickly. Arin's whole mindset about playing games is to skip the tutorial, let the environment show him what he needs to do, and then figure it out because he's The Video Game Boy. So once the Grumps find Sayaka's dying message, Arin wanders off to look for how he can present his evidence and start the trial. But in Danganronpa the trial can't begin until you click on a predefined set of hotspots to get all the evidence items, whether you understand their significance or not. Whether the player can solve the murder has very little to do with how Makoto solves it, which leads to Arin shouting "IT'S LEON!" for half the trial to no avail.

Ironically, the most damning evidence in the trial isn't explicitly identified during the investigation. The case against Leon would be circumstantial, if not for the question of whether he unwrapped his toolkit to disassemble the bathroom doorknob. And even so, Makoto is exonerated too easily--the kids decide he wouldn't have bothered unscrewing the doorknob since he knew how to jiggle it. The kids just assume Makoto wouldn't be crafty enough to go to such extreme lengths to frame Leon, which is incredibly naive. I have to think Celeste picked up on this and and realized she could run circles around these rubes.

I have a special place in my heart for the Grumps' voices for all the characters, so it's pretty funny watching these early episodes where they still haven't worked it all out. Dan's take on Kyoko and Byakuya really carries this series for me, but at first she's got some kind of stuck-up Valley Girl thing going and he's all over the map. And of course, it's not until episode 3 that they hit on "Maizono = paisano" and give Sayaka a silly Italian accent.

This part of the story focuses almost exclusively on Makoto and Sayaka, which really swerved me. Everybody else comes off as superficial assholes, and the whole "Sayaka is the one kid who knew you in junior high" angle felt very contrived to me. I didn't have high expectations for the plot or the character development in this story. So I never saw it coming that Sayaka was the first to die, or that she got killed because she was the first to attempt murder, or that she'd be ruthless enough to frame Makoto. That's when the plot slapped me in the face and told me there's more to this story than watching the dumb hijinx of shallow teenagers stuck in a dating sim gone wrong.

It's probably not a coincidence that I got into the story just as Kyoko emerges as a major character. I cannot overstate that the kids in Danganronpa are constantly saying really stupid things. During the trial it is proposed that Sayaka was killed with a sword and the killer wanted to remove evidence she was in the room, which is absurd since her corpse is still there with a kitchen knife in her belly. In my first watch, Kyoko stepped up to cut through the bullshit just when I needed it most. Before long, when anything dumb was happening I would start wondering where Kyoko was, and hoping she'd show up to advance the plot. As she might say, I fell right into the mastermind's trap...

(Oh, there's a reference to Frank from House Party in episode 4. I lol'd)

#video games #game grumps #danganronpa #trigger happy havoc

[usagirln120]

Celestia Ludenberg: Hogwarts AU

Celestia Ludenberg, born Takeo Yasuhiro, is a pureblood witch that was born on the 23rd of November 1979 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1991, being sorted into Slytherin house.

Since her parents were such high members of the Order of the Phoenix, she and her family had to switch names completely to hide themselves from Death Eaters.

They weren't exactly a rich wizarding family which is what eventually caused Celestia to develope a dream to live in a giant mansion with a bunch of handsome vampires as her servents rather than house-elfs.

This is what eventually led to her gambling habits, with Celestia often using hidden passageways in the school to go to Hogsmead and gambling in the local inn while using an aging charm to appear older than she actually is.

She eventually became known as the Queen of Lies by her classmates due to her being such a skilled liar but even so, she did still have a few friends through her school years.

While she did have a crush on Makoto Naegi, she never acted on it due to her wish to marry her fellow Slytherin Byakuya Togami to get ahold of his families' money.

She eventually found out that the Ravenclaw student Hifumi Yamada had a crush on her which she eventually took adventage of to get a servent of sorts to carry her stuff for her during school hours and to send down to the kitchen to make milk tea for her.

While she did only see him as a worthless servent at first, she did eventually grew fond of him even if she would never admit that.

In her fifth year, she became a member of Makarov's Army alongside Hifumi and her other friends to learn self-defense due to her family already being targeted by Death Eaters.

While she would never admit it, she was worried about Hifumi while he and his uncle were forced to go on the run due to their muggleborn status and she sometimes stayed up thinking about him.

While she wasn't interested at first to participate in the Battle of Hogwarts, she eventually decided to after she realized that all of her friends were fighting.

She eventually witnesses Hifumi killing their friend Kiyotaka Ishimaru and in anger of his betrayal, she killed him to avenge Taka.

But when she found out that Hifumi had been under the Imperius Curse, she decided to take her own life in redemption but not before revealing her true name to Makoto.

She has a acacia wand with a dragon heartstring core.

Her Patronus is a Persian Cat.

Her favorite subjects are Charms and Transfiguration.

Her least favorite subjects are Herbology and Potions.

#crossover hogwarts au #danganronpa #celestia ludenberg #taeko yasuhiro

[cassidy-0706]

Part 3: The Actual Main game again

After Monokuma or Monobear gives out the motives which are “Loved ones in danger” and everyone sees them, Sayaka is pale and unresponsive to the point that Makoto had to touch her on the shoulder for her to respond and then Sayaka snaps.

Honestly this reaction is inevitable since everything in her life is gone. Without her friends, Sayaka has no one that really knows her; and without her friends, Sayaka’s idol persona is next to go. The motive video shows Sayaka her entire life about to disappear before her eyes. She may be popular now, but she knows perfectly well how replaceable she is in the industry, and how little anyone will remember her - manufactured persona or otherwise - when she’s replaced. So what is she going to do? Sayaka’s already done bad things to stay in this industry. Why would she stop now? Her identity’s been split since the day she entered the industry, between “Sayaka Maizono the Happy Idol on TV That I Always Wanted to Be” and “Sayaka Maizono the Girl Who Does Bad Things”…why not call upon that bad girl to do another bad thing to save her soul? This is the decision she makes: taking someone else’s life, for the sake of “saving her own life”. (Which might seem like a kind of melodramatic way to say “avoid being forgotten”, but remember that she’s a teenager and this is her entire life’s work thus far we’re talking about. Also, she is not in an environment conducive to rationality.) Remember, she doesn’t know yet that she’ll be killing all of the others if she gets away with murder…Monokuma only explains the trial rules once Sayaka’s dead. To her, it looks like she’s going to do a terrible thing to someone she doesn’t know, and then escape back to her idol land, never to talk about it again. That’s not too different from the bad things she’s already done. That’s why she then forms a cunning plan using the skills of social manipulation she’s learned over the years, using a boy who’s already demonstrated several years ago a willingness to help the scared and trapped…and it’s not like she’s killing Makoto himself and she could also help them, reporting the situation happened to Hope's peak and they could rescue everyone else, so it should be fine, right? And as for Leon…all she knows about him is that he has some sort of shallow dreams of becoming a musician (You know just wanting to date a girl he met at some salon and probably could have forgotten him by that time). Maybe she’s a little mad at him for trivializing her life struggles like that.And then the plan fails. (Song lyrics from a Original danganronpa song “Innocent”)

Now you know how I mentioned about Sayaka being sturdy well so basically whatever the fandom Says about why “Why did Sayaka choose an athlete who has a way better physique and could easily overpower her?” Well, Sayaka also had a chance of overpowering him, so the plan summarized was.Get a knife from the kitchen (Hina and Sakura saw her but she could just say she wanted to defend herself)Swap rooms with Makoto and then swap the nameplates.Invite Leon to her room. Ease Leon and let his guards down (must have already considering he didn't find being called to a room at nighttime suspicious)She will attack him with her knifeThen she will use the shower to clean off the blood and done she leaves Scot free.But that didn't happen since Leon found the sword and he broke her wrist and stabbed her. But in the moments where Leon left, Sayaka must have had enough time to think about what she's done heck, I think she must have been hesitant while she may let her bad side to take control she was still framing Makoto a guy who she's been crushing on for at least 3 years (and there's also the subconscious part of the brain who still remembers how close they must have been in Hope's Peak even if her memories were lost). So she must have been hesitant for that but I’m not sure if she wrote Leon's name for clearing Makoto off suspicion since for all she knew that Leon would just need to tell that he's the culprit and Monokuma would just let him go especially since no one (except kyoko) would have understood what it actually meant so monokuma would have counted it as that he gets away with it. 

#sayaka maizono

[fumikomiyasaki]

🎱for any hihihi

Alternate universe

Breakup au

Things were awkward as he got a call from his sister... mainly cause she wanted to invite him to a dinner with her wife... the sister of his ex... Makoto and him had a dissagreement about their relationship at the graduation... Julian really did love him but Makoto grew distant towards him... so the demon has avoided meeting his sisters partner a lot given Meika was Makotos sister. However he couldn't avoid it any longer... after all he wanted to support Aprils happy life as well and given they adopted a small demon child he wanted to get to know them too...

So he eventually arrived in his car at their house... just to be greeted by a face that made pain surge back in his chest.

"... Mako..."

"... Julian."

Meika happily dragged them both in to sit down but the situation was pretty awkward.... sure Julian attempted after him to have relationships and flings but... it never lasted to his dream of getting married or anything but... he also noticed Makoto didn't have a ring on either... eventually April and Meika got busy with preparing food as Julian spoke up.

"Listen... I wanted to not bring this up anymore but-"

"Julian... I did miss seeing but... you know its not gonna work again."

"Will you at least listen to me... I don't want this silence anymore... I still care about you even if you may not care about me. I am over those days where I teased you and all... I want to discuss this like Adults."

"..."

"Mako please."

"Alright... I give you 30 minutes as long as our sisters are not here."

And so Julian explained what he felt towards him... every of his actions as Makoto listened under a heavy heart... did he just misunderstood him... no for that it was way too late... Meika and April actually noticed the conversation and listened in from the kitchen.

"You think it will work Meika? "

"Even after all those years... my brother as well hasn't let go off him... so I don't think its impossible for them to reconsile and at least be friends."

"I sure hope so... Julian lost so much of the things that made him funny in the past since losing him..."

"Then lets work together to heal their wounds."

Meika gave her a kiss on the cheek... as they saw Makotos face soften up... not hearing the words but at least Julian and him offered another the hand for a handshake... maybe old wounds could be healed...

Tortured Demon x Angel

"Did you just come here to make fun of me, Angel?"

Louis was a tortured demon who been through enough to fight back... on that day another person purchased him at the black market keeping him chained to a wall only to be released to do his masters bidding... yet being greeted by an angel he knew by the name of Tsukasa he could only scoff.

"Not at all... I just... can't watch this on anymore. This dirt... those wounds... somebody needs to take care of you."

He used the staff he held in his hand to break off the cuffs off the demon as Louis checked his horns and looked at him in disbelieve.

"Do you want to punish me yourself or do you take pity."

"You could say I don't care about the legend that demons and Angels are fated to hate another... take my hand and come with me... there is a place for us in this world."

"There is?"

The Angel guided him to the city... an darker alley of it hidden behind a brick wall... a place where Angels and demons where celebrating as Louis saw this he was surprised to say the least as Tsukasa put his other hand on his with a gentle smirk.

"You are no slave any longer now... you can finally be free, Demon... no Louis."

"You even know my name, did you plan this for a while."

He winked at him.

"Maybe I had interest in getting to know you, can I offer you some tea?"

"I can't believe I would ever say that to angel but... alright... I would gladly join you."

He could hardly believe his luck... it was like a fever dream he thought he passed out back when he was enslaved by his master but this was real... Tsukasa really did care about his freedom and showed him a society where he could finally be himself.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #disney twst #twst #twst ocs #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #julian richter #julian x makoto #louis armarin valentine #louis x tsukasa

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[flowering-thought]

hmmm to answer 🍮 anon, i don’t know if im good in the kitchen but i have a diploma in culinary and was the top in the class + recognised by my pastry skills despite being a culinary student instead of a pastry one? so i’d say im quite confident in my skills despite pursuing a different degree (im a cs major) 😅 but one thing’s for sure, i would love to open my own cafe + bakery (or maybe even a restaurant) someday since that’s been my dream bc of my love for actual food development nd stuff haha oh and i’d like for it to be a cafe where people could also read or enjoy some visual novels and stuff it’s a big dream and would not likely happen rn but there’s that - 🍙

Omg 🍙 anon and Makoto darling got so much in common it's insane-

#.hana_talks_txt_♡