#moonsmultimusings

[drinkitfrommymouthsuou]

Happy Birthday, Mommy dear, Kyoya Ootori! - Nov 22nd

#ohshc #kyoya ootori #kyouya ootori #ouran highschool host club #anime #ouran gif #queued: Mata Ashita! #Host: Kyoya Ootori 💜 #tw gif warning #tw flashing #moonsmultimusings #kageousamamegane #shadkyo #team-chaotics

[shadowedresolve]

Zenkichi doesn't know what it is about this man.

Is it that he seems particularly approachable? Maybe, maybe not. In fact, it might be unfair, and completely inaccurate, but Zenkichi can't help but feel like he gives off a bit of a clumsy, unreliable vibe. Certainly, he's not the kind of person he'd ever consider a threat, so what is it about him that's caught Zenkichi's attention...??

As Pubsec, you tend to get an eye for when someone is suspicious, or doing something they shouldn't be. He doesn't think that's the case here - or at least that's what his instincts are telling him, but it's... well. Interesting, he supposes, that something's set off his gut feeling. Now if only he could figure out what it was trying to tell him.

"Hmm? Oh- sorry to stare." Busted, Zenkichi thinks as he notices the man looking back up at him after a moment. "I've been spacing out a bit... it's been kind of a long day. You alright?"

@moonsmultimusings ( starter for maruki! )

#ic #moonsmultimusings #v. zenkichi; tag tbd. #i love maruki so muchhhhhh :3 #ty for letting me throw zenkichi at him!! #i couldn't decide if i wanted something before or after persona 5 strikers #so after some consideration; i tried to write this so that it could go either way! #totally up to you which you'd prefer; either could be fun tbh #zenkichi could be sensing his persona subconsciously or he's just having a weird paranoid moment lol; whatever works best for you as well!

[fatexbound]

@moonsmultimusings said: ❛  eat this, it's a new cookie recipe i've tried.  ❜ - yu to makoto yuki! <3

𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑺 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. | Accepting

"Oh... thanks. I didn't know you were allowed to cook." The food court was there for a reason, and honestly, he wished Gekkoukan had one as well. Various smells traveled to his nose, but the one that stuck out the most was from the cookie batch Narukami had baked, probably with special permission. Sitting down, he took a bite of the one he picked, and chewed on it, deciding on the taste.

"Hmm, chocolate chip and peanut butter. Not bad. Tasty, actually." And so, he ate it all, then took another. It's nice to have dessert after a large meal. "So, what other recipes do you know? I'm curious since... I can't really cook much myself."

#moonsmultimusings #Makoto answers; #Maze Of Life | PQ!Makoto #Take Your Time | Queue #thanks for the ask! #i went with PQ but no story stuff is needed. #feel free to continue

[quickdeaths]

@moonsmultimusings continued from here

Shinobu's attention drifted across the office, taking note of the various tools and items strewn about in absence of anything else to do. They were under orders to attend these sessions, but under no such obligation to engage with them. Of course, Shinobu considered herself polite, so she wouldn't refuse to answer questions, or otherwise present herself as a problem. Truthfully, simply pretending to be a typical and well-adjusted young person would likely be her ticket to relative freedom.

Either way, she did not expect much in the way of genuine insight. The rotten things in her head were buried far too deeply to excise. Pulling them out would simply pull everything else along with them. Such was her reading of herself, though the doctor was right that, at the moment, it was her body that needed as much attending as her mind.

"Thank you, sensei," Shinobu said as they took the ice pack and pressed it to their cheek. She thought little of Nanahara's ability to throw a punch, but whether he'd been lucky or not, the bruise did sting. Still, little pain could compare to that which had caused the scar on her cheek, so she wouldn't complain. Things could have been much worse, and it gave her a dark satisfaction to know that Nanahara's injuries far outweighed her own.

From her seat on the couch, Shinobu nodded in the doctor's direction. "That's correct. I'm Yaguchi, of Class 3-A." From behind her glasses, her red eyes were unblinking, staring impassively back at Maruki as though she were entirely unfazed by anything and everything. "And, if it's no inconvenience, I would appreciate a cup of black coffee." Perhaps the scent of fresh coffee would free her from the rank, wilted scent on her collar.

With her bow safely in its case against the side of the couch, untouched by even a single drop of warm coffee, Shinobu crossed leg over the other and held her hands in her lap, looking very composed and very proper. "Aside from the obvious physical bruise upon my person, I'm quite fine, thank you for asking. And furthermore, I would like to extend my apologies to you, sensei."

Yes, this would be quite simple, she imagined. Either the doctor would understand her to be quite normal, and release her from her obligations, or decide that she was the wrong sort of trouble and cut her loose simply to spare himself the headache of dealing with her. Neither option was entirely undesirable. Whatever allowed her her small amount of freedom again.

"I can understand Principal Kobayakawa's concerns, but it is unnecessary for me to be here." Kobayakawa himself wouldn't listen to that sort of reasoning, but Maruki's sign-off would be enough for him to consider his own skin saved. "With your recent arrival, I'm sure you have been very busy. It must be inconvenient to be assigned a student, particularly in place of a student who might more readily require your assistance."

#moonsmultimusings #c; the sun-slaying arrow

[braveryhearted]

“Being overdressed is a myth made up by people who didn’t want you to have fun.” (akira to toshiro!)

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( accepting )

@moonsmultimusings said: “Being overdressed is a myth made up by people who didn’t want you to have fun.”

Toshiro looks down to his own state of dress attire and wonders if this was a punch towards him somehow. But with Kurusu, Toshiro doesn't know how to read the leader of the phantom thieves, being a complete and utterly mystery at times. This could just be a thing to break the ice in what was happening to all of them, being stuck in this place for who knows how long.

"I know we all had to dress up during the samarui part of this world but it seemed to me that you were quite looking forward to it. I recall you asking Takamaki on how you looked, appearance wise, in that get up.....I wish I could had been a samarui too. *sniff*".

It wasn't like he was jealous being the only one left out. Toshiro would had even dressed up like an onigiri like that catfish thing but oh well. He was the one being targeted so he had to be extra careful that time.

#long post cw #persona 5 tactica spoilers #moonsmultimusings #[ ans. toshiro kasukabe ] #I love how in game; toshiro tells akira it's hard to read him at times #if you pick certain options lol

[miraiq]

❛  why can't you just act like a normal person?  ❜ (to kyo, from yuki!)

Unprompted (?) | Always accepting

" Not my fault they got too close to me! I ain't the schools' "precious prince" who just adores being surrounded by his fan girls! "

He may or may not have pushed someone (to the ground) again. In his defense, Kyo was trying to leave.

#( kyo ic. ) #( v; the curse of the zodiac. ) #moonsmultimusings #( moonsmultimusings; yuki. ) #narrator vc: he was nervous #i could not find what prompt this was attached to but im also blind af #and seemed a very natural statement either way #fufufu #HMJR THESE ARE ALWAYS SO SHORT IM SOS RYOY #WEEPS AT YE R FEET

[princessonia]

@moonsmultimusings 🌹

While layovers were never her idea of enjoyment, this particular three hour wait had suddenly gotten a lot more interesting as the boy across from her came into view. There was something so charming about him, not just on his appearance, but almost as if he had a mysterious aura…

That, and he was very attractive.

Wasting no time, just as she never had, Sonia rose to her feet, toting her maroon, rolling suitcase behind her. She sat at his side, her gaze fixated on him intently. “Pardon me,” she said politely, “this may be an odd question, and I do not mean to come of strong, but… are you a model?” Forever bold in her particular manner of decorum, she’s somehow even more forward. “You are very handsome.”

#🌹「 • goodbye despair. 」 #moonsmultimusings

[adoranoia]

@moonsmultimusings // continued from here!

waiting for the other to pick up, seven's leg bounces anxiously as he sits in his computer chair, elbow resting on his other knee, phone in hand. running his hand through already messy hair, he gnaws on his bottom lip, letting out a shaky sigh of relief, hearing the other's voice. ✉️

" hey, i know it’s really late, but… i didn’t know who else to call. " he begins, leaning back, and tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling. 'seven... is everything okay?' is the reply, and seven's breath hitches. ✉️

" yoosung... " seven continues, voice slightly shivering, full of emotion, " if i didn't think of you as reliable, i wouldn't of called you, you know. " ✉️

" i just... " a thoughtful pause, eyes drifting from place to place, though not paying attention to a spot in particular. " i don't know if i can do this anymore. the agency, the R.F.A, everything. it's too much, i'm so tired, yoosung. " ✉️

#* && IC #* && 707 : HAPPY-GO-LUCKY / HACKER . #* & v01 ( 707 ) : canon . #HM. PAIN. asdfghjkl #anyway i wanted to do s/t with seven's more serious side so #grabs u grabs u grabs u #thinking about them................... #moonsmultimusings

[ahogedetective]

@moonsmultimusings​ continued from - { x } !!!

“No problem.” If Rantaro was asking about something, then it has to be important; so Shuichi would be more than happy to help, no matter what it is. Though be couldn’t help the curious head tilt he gives at what the other says next. “Oh…? About my talent?” Shuichi really didn’t think too specially about his own talent. Whenever he talked about it, he’d usually mention it’s not as ‘flashy’ or exciting as media makes being a detective seem, mostly consisting of boring paperwork and, his field of cases at least, being minor and not very eventful. But he still happily would not mind talking more about the kind of cases he does to others, since Rantaro did seem interested.

“Ah. Well…” He gives a hum in thought before he answers. “Small cases, for the most part… like finding missing pets, infidelity cases, background checks, missing persons reports or runaways… to name a few. Those are the kinds I often take on the most, some more often than others. So... nothing too flashy, really: that’s why I call them small. Sorry, I know that probably must sound like such an underwhelming answer, huh? Hah hah hah…”

Despite that, Shuichi had the feeling that Rantaro wasn’t just asking this out of nowhere. He wondered, maybe, if this was leading to a request he could do for him? If so, that made Shuichi even more inclined to help. And as if indirectly asking for confirmation if his guess is correct, he asks with a smile: “Was there something you possibly needed help with? I would be more than happy to provide assistance.”

#big same!!!!! #!!!! HEHE THANK YOU that makes me so happy to hear~! #I'm already loving your Rantaro so much already!!!! #moonsmultimusings #v;; Student Tantei || {talent development plan}

[hopeful-hugz]

💙 Plotted Starter for @moonsmultimusings (Yoosung) 💚

“Where’d she get off to this time?” It wasn’t every day Teal ended up in such a normal universe. Normal humans, normal surroundings, not a single weird thing in sight. Well, other than him and his current companion Chamyle Raydeo, who had ended up wandering off, mumbling something about an investigation and work. Of course it was work. “She gets me to bring her here and then runs off, what the big idea...”

Eyes remain on the ground as he mumbles, eventually coming across what looked to be a college ID card. Of course, the curious boy picked it up, bringing out his phone to accurately translate the owner’s name and the name of the college printed on the card. He knew vaguely what it said, but admittedly his written language skills were a lot worse than his spoken skills. “Kim, huh...? Guess I’ve got an investigation of my own now.”

It takes some time, and a lot of patience, but eventually the aether is on the way to a given address. There’s a moment of hesitation at the door itself, but if the photo was to believed, this guy was his age. This should be easy, right? At most he may have to deal with what he did with Hope, or just questions about his markings. Those could easily be answered.

A deep breath is given, he remembers the actual language he’s supposed to be speaking and he gives a knock at the door. “Erm, anyone home? I believe I found something that belongs to you!”

#moonsmultimusings #Stone Soldier || Teal #HERE IT IS! #Very Hyped for Teal to meet someone his own age lol

[redemptioninterlude]

@moonsmultimusings - rantaro gets a starter !

Oh! Was it time for night? Alice hangs from the edge of the railing at the rooms they've all been sequestered to, her lips humming a far more CHEERY TUNE than this place might suggest to them. There's something terribly wrong about the so-called school with which they are attending. In fact! The idea of murder as an extracurricular seems so wholly outside of what they ought to be doing! Girlhood demands something far more dreamy, but Alice, oh, she craves the adventure that this hints at. Suggests. It's a siren's call that promises something outside of what she's ever known, which itself was a full life... wasn't it? Alice the Explorer! Alice the Curious. Alice, who misses her Wonderland, even now.

And only ONE PERSON really understood this kind of longing. Even if he seems more a gentle thing than reckless, adventuring requires a certain willingness of the heart! And when you recognise that, deeply, it only becomes clearer that they were meant to clash, legs hooking to the railing to hang from its edge, letting herself sway with that same, same tune hummed, until she opened her eyes to blink with a ready smile aimed, and ready to fire, at the boy who stood before her now, nonplussed despite how her frothy blue and white lacy skirts hang in exposure, if not for the shorts that she wore underneath. Letting her legs loosen from their hold and then, fall, palms pressing to the floor to help her spring, right-side up, in gymnasts form.

Blue eyes open, impossibly curious in their wondering as they pin to a rather sleepy looking boy with a sloping curve within his shoulders. As if he has seen and burdened himself with the worries of the world. Well, wasn't that all of them now that they'd been asked to take to the murder and cover up of said murder with their classmates? It wouldn't be alone to overcome SOCIETALLY TAUGHT DISGUST for the act. There'd be so much more! Alice can tell from the way that there's an unspoken loose thread that attaches itself to the monokubs and their promises, her humming a quiet thing, knees bending to examine him beneath the slit-eyed skepticism of her stare.

"You're looking for answers too, aren't you?" what a pleasant little grin comes to fruition! Because what was a new path to carve without a companion? "Want to go looking around with me now that it's after dark? As long as we're careful~ we won't get caught. Besides, won't we COVER MORE GROUND if there's two of us rather than one? And you've such a clever little mind! I'd love to know what you think. Sometimes I can't quite process all of it, nor trust myself. All that madness, you see. It warps from the inside! Like a rot or a poison. But it doesn't dampen the desire to know, all the same!" Standing up, higher, higher! Onto the tips of shiny Oxford shoes. "Shall we?"

- @moonsmultimusings

#moonsmultimusings #❝ threads ❞ ┆ the revolution will be televised ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ interactions ┆ i wonder which way i ought to go ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ canon verse ┆ curious and curiouser !

[drinkitfrommymouthsuou]

When Winter Becomes Spring

[ A TamaxKyo RP - This winter break the host club members are off to Hokkaido for an overdue vacation at an onsen! Watch out! Will the hosts land themselves in hot water, or will things get a little steamy?]

“Eh? I’m so sorry, ladies. –I’m not sure where Tamaki-Senpai is right now.”  Haruhi laughed nervously. She apologized profusely while she lifted her palms in front of her, in an attempt to stop the veritable flood of guests eagerly waiting for the king.  

Where was that idiot?

It was unlike Tamaki to be so late to the host club.  In fact, he was always the first one to arrive at the club, besides Kyoya.  The absence of Tamaki might have made the atmosphere more peaceful if it weren’t for Tamaki’s 70% request rate.  Tamaki's popular host status, and failure to show up, guaranteed a mob of unhappy guests.  

The twins both tried their best to stave off the onslaught of girls as the guests shoved wrapped gifts and bags at the hosts.  “These are for Tamaki…,” One guest announced while she shoved arms full of gifts at the twins.

 “Where the hell is he?” Hikaru whispered under his breath and glanced over at Kaoru who was desperately trying to juggle the gifts.  “Beats me but the boss better get here soon.” This would be easier if Hani-senpai and Mori-senpai were here but the two upper classmen graduated last year.    

Tamaki wasn’t the only one receiving copious amounts of gifts, with the winter break upon them the guests were excited to offer the boys–and Haruhi–their tokens of affection.

Haruhi sighed to herself. This was getting to be too much for the three hosts to handle. The brunette looked over toward Kyoya with pleading eyes.  “We need your help, Kyo–...,”

CRACK!

The host room doors slapped loudly against the walls as they were nearly flung off their hinges.  Tamaki raced into the room with his fist raised high in the air with a rolled up magazine in his hand. 

“I’VE DONE IT, MEN!” The blond cried out triumphantly.  The three hosts collectively sighed in relief as the guests finally backed off and headed in Tamaki’s direction.  Upon seeing the guests, Tamaki’s entire demeanor changed and soon he was dripping with charismatic charm. 

“Forgive me, my darlings. I had some business to take care of–” Tamaki’s slender fingers took hold of one guest’s hand and held onto it tightly.  His amethyst eyes shimmered with an intensity that was unrivaled.  “But I couldn’t bear to be away from you one second longer, my love.”  

“Oh brother,”  Haruhi deadpanned and her gaze shifted toward the twins.  You would think after being in the host club for over a year, she would be used to Tamaki’s flowery expressions.  

The twins shrugged in unison–at least Tamaki was back. Now they could focus on their own guests.  

The hour and a half that was left went by without a hitch.  Tamaki received all of his gifts and he was able to expertly host each one of his clients in the little time they had remaining.  

With a sigh, Tamaki leaned himself into the door to shut it after the last guests left for the evening.  He loved what they did here at the host club, but to say that the winter break couldn’t come soon enough was an understatement. 

“Finally,” He exhaled and smiled to himself before pushing himself away from the door and wandering over to one of the host room couches.  The blond dramatically collapsed across the length of the couch; he draped his arm over his eyes to block out the harsh lights of the host room. “Even beautiful men deserve a break now and then.” He stated contently. 

“Hey boss–,” Hikaru popped his head up from behind the couch to peer down at the third year.  Tamaki lifted his arm and blinked up as he looked at the twin suspiciously.  Hikaru arched his perfectly manicured brow. “What did you mean earlier–?” “–What have you done?” Kaoru’s head popped up beside his brother.  

Tamaki smiled and sat up.  “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He mused and chortled to himself.  

“Senpai, you made us worried sick.”  Haruhi began, but thought her choice of words was a mistake.  

A gust of air flew toward her and before she knew it Tamaki was in front of her, disregarding her personal space–again.  

“Haruhi! Were you worried about me?!” His voice cracked as he cried out. It was a dream come true if she did worry about him! 

“I mean–yeah. We couldn’t possibly take care of all your guests.” She stated flatly but she knew Tamaki wasn’t listening. He was already daydreaming about Haruhi worrying and fretting over him.  “It’s okay, Haruhi–Daddy’s here now.” He cued and squeezed her in a tight bear hug. 

“Ah!!–Hey–!!! Quit it! That’s not what I meant!”  She shoved at Tamaki and pushed him away.  “But ..Haruhi–...?” Tamaki hunched over to meet Haruhi’s gaze and whimpered before the twins slapped him on the back to get his attention.

“What have you done?” The twins asked in unison as their curiosity was beginning to eat them alive.  

Tamaki straightened up and shoved his hands into his pockets before he sauntered over to the table where Kyoya was sitting with his laptop and infamous notebook. 

The blond plopped himself down, catty-cornered to his best friend.  He lifted his elbows onto the table, and the blond rested his chin on the backs of his hands.

“I have arranged a special trip for us for our winter break.” Tamaki announced proudly. He was their father after all–it was his job to look after his "family" and take care of all of their needs behind stage.  That included planning family vacations with very little input from the rest of them. 

#moonsmultimusings #tamaxkyo #「♔ otp 」 #「♔ host kyoya 」 #「♔ rp; WWBS 」 #「♔ outofroses; I hope you liked this!! Sorry for the lame title and idk what that desc is lol 」 #「♔ тαмαкι sυσυ | 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 」

[regensia]

@moonsmultimusings​​

“Here, let me.”

Old habits would die hard. No matter how hardened his heart became against society, no matter the cynicism that ate at the edges of his consciousness, and no matter how often he was disappointed by others, at the core was Keisuke still that same shy, helpful, good-natured lad, twisted by unfortunate events. Standing as tall as he was, it was little effort for him to reach the top shelf of the grocery aisle, plucking up the box of tea the other had been reaching for before they did something foolish like attempt to climb the shelving. ( He’d done that once when he was young; it had nearly tipped the shelf over. ) Keeping his head turned to the side as to not display his scarring, he flashed a calm and polite smile to the stranger, mindful of the fact that he wasn’t wearing a mask at this time. It earned him plenty of stares; no need to draw further attention and maybe scare them off.

“Is this the one you were wanting?” Raised with courtesy and grace, it felt good somehow to help people, even in little ways. Maybe that was how he justified the nights he went out to hunt, the bruises that blossomed across his skin, the wear on his body and mind from taking down both ruffians and spirits alike. 

“Please let me know if you need any other assistance.”

#moonsmultimusings #✸ A HEART IS A HEAVY BURDEN. ( KEISUKE. / VERSE. ) #( stains ur shirt with my mascara as i cry tbh ) #( also! i left this open-ended so u can reply with any character u think works best!! )

[rp-tea]

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#moonsmultimusings #positivity #rp positivity #rp love #rp meme

[tricksheart]

Continued from HERE @moonsmultimusings

When there weren't clients around waiting to be helped, Spirits and Such was generally on the quieter side. Shigeo didn't mind too much. Having some time to relax after school (and after his club) was kind of nice. Today, however, he'd been the one to call a guest in. One who had been of help to him in the past, and whom he hoped to get to know better. When it came to speaking on the matter of why, however, that was a different matter entirely. Shigeo Kageyama was nothing if not awkward. Endearing, sure, but awkward nonetheless. It took a direct question to get a more direct answer from him.

“Thank you for coming by, Kurusu-san.” He just needed to remember what Reigen had taught him about how to deal with customers. Granted, it didn't come nearly as readily with him. Something like that would help him in normal conversations too, as had been explained to him, though he always had the idea in his mind that speaking to everyone like a customer might come off as patronizing. “I had a few questions for you about your psychic powers...” Wasn’t one of the first rules Reigen gave him about refreshments? He stiffened a bit as he remembered this. How could he forget? He wanted to help put Akira at ease, and something like that could do a better job than his words could. “Oh, are you thirsty? I could make you some tea.” There was always some kept in the office.

"Please, Akira-senpai is fine. I'm only a few years older than you anyways". Even if Kurusu wasn't his true family's last name, it still felt awkward to have someone call you the equivalent of sir since they were somewhat around the same age. Plus Akira had been friends with Shinya Oda and that kid was in elementary school. Then again friend was loosely put here because he was more of a confidant than an actual person that Akira could call more than an acquaintance at first.

"Come again? I'm sorry but I don't have psychic powers....." All Akira did was stand in a corner while everyone did all the work to escape that hellhole as he had called it. Still maybe because he WAS there granted anyone the assumption that he did in fact have powers. Akira was highly upset at those Claw people kidnapping him in the first place though to actually do anything substantial. "Although, I am glad my friend that does have psychic powers didn't get involved with any of that unpleasant experience". That was putting it lightly to say the least. Akira wouldn't know what he would do if his friend Haru was put into that situation.

Akira's eyes move over to the for-mentioned tea ingredients located on a counter near a kitchen nook before shaking his head, since tea wasn't his choice of drink. "No thanks. I'd ask if you had something stronger like coffee but I only take cups of it to look cool". And he's made it awkward. Hoo boy. Now it felt like a contest and Akira wonders who is actually going to be the victor of embarrassing themselves during this conversation.

#yup; I made it after the 7 claw division raid ^^;; #moonsmultimusings #long post: tw #[ an Esper only on Thursdays. MOB PSYCHO 100 verse ] #sorry I am on beta so I don't think I can trim the post;; #hope this is okay tho;;

[braveryhearted]

“How do I show people that I’m more than my unethical career choice?” (akira to naoto!)

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( accepting )

@moonsmultimusings said: “How do I show people that I’m more than my unethical career choice?”

Naoto's face contorts into an odd expression, rarely seen on their features. The stupidly place confession that the other had an UNETHICAL career choice to an actual detective was confusing at best. But Naoto surmises that this individual is just trying to make a joke of some kind. But no matter how funny it is to the guy, Naoto thinks it's not. No wonder their epitaph line in the arena was 'killjoy'.

"Do you know how moronic that is? Confessing something to that degree to an actual detective? Even if I am not taken that seriously on the force, I still can take you in for suspicion".

Naoto isn't able to take jokes like the second coming prince detective was, or so they have heard from rumors and truths alike. Perhaps another detective would had taken the silly comment with more stride but not with them. Pity.

#sorry akira #naoto ain't fallen for the funnies #long post cw #[ ans. naoto shirogane ] #moonsmultimusings