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centrally-unplanned · 8 months

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Another big stop in Tokyo for me was Jimbocho Book Town! It is a neighborhood of, depending on who you ask, up to 400 generally-secondhand bookstores flanked by some of the major universities in Tokyo. The local government even prints out maps of the stores to help people find them all:

Which, you will note, is not 400 stores, because the process of becoming an "official" Jimbocho Town Bookstore is an intensely political operation run by local stakeholders with tons of fights over what should qualify and what rights that entails - never change humanity!

"Book Towns" used to actually be quite a common thing, and they peaked during the literary boom of the late 19th century. Figuring out "what books existed" was a hard task, and to do serious research you needed to own the books (you weren't making photocopies), so concentrating specialty bookstores in one area made sense to allow someone to go to one place and ask around to find what they need and discover what exists. It was academia's version of Comiket! Modern digital information & distribution networks slowly killed or at least reduced these districts in places like Paris or London, but Jimbocho is one of the few that still survives.

Why it has is multi-causal for sure - half of this story is that Tokyo is YIMBY paradise and has constantly built new buildings to meet demand so rents have been kept down, allowing low-margin, individually-owned operations to continue where they have struggled in places like the US. These stores don't make much money but they don't have to. But as important is that Japan has a very strong 'book collector' culture, it's the original baseball cards for a lot of people. The "organic" demand for a 1960's shoujo magazine or porcelainware picture book is low, but hobbyists building collections is a whole new source of interest. Book-as-art-collection powered Jimbocho through until the 21st century, where - again like Comiket - the 'spectacle' could give it a lift and allow the area to become a tourist attraction and a mecca for the ~cozy book hoarder aesthetic~ to take over. Now it can exist on its vibes, which go so far as to be government-recognized: In 2001 the "scent wafting from the pages of the secondhand bookstore" was added to Japan's Ministry of Environment's List of 100 Fragrance Landscapes.

Of course this transition has changed what it sells; when it first began in the Meiji area, Jimbocho served the growing universities flanking it, and was a hotpot of academic (and political-polemic) texts. Those stores still exist, but as universities built libraries and then digital collections, the hobby world has taken over. Which comes back to me, baby! If you want Old Anime Books Jimbocho is one of the best places to go - the list of "subculture" stores is expansive.

I'll highlight two here: the first store I went to was Kudan Shobo, a 3rd floor walk-up specializing in shoujo manga. And my guys, the ~vibes~ of this store. It has this little sign outside pointing you up the stairs with the cutest book angel logo:

And the stairs:

Real flex of Japan's low crime status btw. Inside is jam-packed shelves and the owner just sitting there eating dinner, so I didn't take any photos inside, but not only did it have a great collection of fully-complete shoujo magazines going back to the 1970's, it had a ton of "meta" books on shoujo & anime, even a doujinshi collection focusing on 'commentary on the otaku scene' style publications. Every Jimbocho store just has their own unique collection, and you can only discover it by visiting. I picked up two books here (will showcase some of the buys in another post).

The other great ~subculture~ store I went to was Yumeno Shoten - and this is the store I would recommend to any otaku visiting, it was a much broader collection while still having a ton of niche stuff. The vibes continued to be immaculate of course:

And they covered every category you could imagine - Newtype-style news magazine, anime cels, artbooks, off-beat serial manga magazines, 1st edition prints, just everything. They had promotional posters from Mushi Pro-era productions like Cleopatra, nothing was out of reach. I got a ton of books here - it was one of the first stores I visited on my second day in Jimobocho, which made me *heavily* weighed down for the subsequent explorations, a rookie mistake for sure. There are adorable book-themed hotels and hostels in Jimbocho, and I absolutely could see a trip where you just shop here for a week and stay nearby so you can drop off your haul as you go.

We went to other great stores - I was on the lookout for some 90's era photography stuff, particularly by youth punk photographer Hiromix (#FLCL database), and I got very close at fashion/photography store Komiyama Shoten but never quite got what I was looking for. Shinsendo Shoten is a bookstore devoted entirely to the "railway and industrial history of Japan" and an extensive map collection, it was my kind of fetish art. My partner @darktypedreams found two old copies of the fashion magazine Gothic & Lolita Bible, uh, somewhere, we checked like five places and I don't remember which finally had it! And we also visited Aratama Shoten, a store collecting vintage pornography with a gigantic section on old BDSM works that was very much up her alley. It had the porn price premium so we didn't buy anything, but it was delightful to look through works on bondage and non-con from as far back as the 1960's, where honestly the line between "this is just for the fetish" and "this is authentic gender politics" was...sometimes very blurry. No photos of this one for very obvious reasons.

Jimbocho absolutely earned its rep, its an extremely stellar example of how history, culture, and uh land use policy can build something in one place that seems impossible in another operating under a different set of those forces. Definitely one of the highlights of the trip.

#Ash Japan Adventures #Jimbocho #anime culture discourse

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anitalenia · 11 months

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↼𓍢ִ໋♥︎ my private collection ㅤ𓏲⇀

𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝗶 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿, 𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲. 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 ! * ੈ✩‧₊ ⟡ 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑝𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 ⟡

IMPORTANT INCOMING MAIL ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ due to the fact I’m only allowed 50 @‘s per post, I will be unable to @ any more authors past that limit. I will still write their names next to the FIC title like i usually do. i hate tumblr rules ☹️

☆。* THE GRAY MAN 。☆。

ONLY THE LONELY | Sierra Six x fem!Reader x Lloyd Hansen ( @charnelhouse )

WHO’S THE BOSS | CEO!Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader ( @darkficsyouneveraskedfor )

STOP ALL THE CLOCKS | Sierra Six x fem!Reader x Lloyd Hansen ( charnelhouse )

MILK AND COOKIES | daddy!Lloyd Hansen x little!fem!Reader ( @valleyfae )

NICE AND EASY PRINCESS | daddy!Sierra Six x little!fem!Reader ( valleyfae )

THE DEVILS THIRST | daddy!Lloyd Hansen x little!fem!Reader ( @babyjakes )

☆。* TOKYO REVENGERS 。☆。

DEAD IN THE WATER | merman!Ran Haitani x bimbo!fem!Reader ( @manjiroscum )

CAN’T PRETEND | college boy!Manjiro Sano x college girl!Reader ( @blueparadis )

AMBROSIAL WHISPERS | aristocrat!Manjiro Sano x fem!Reader x butler!Haruchiyo Sanzu ( manjiroscum )

☆。* OBEY ME! 。☆。

OTAKU HIDEAWAY | Leviathan x virgin!horny!fem!Reader ( @milqilin )

PORN WATCH | multiple brothers x fem!Reader ( @ange1princess )

BEEL IN A RUT | bull hybrid!Beel x fem!Reader ( @tsumutiny )

☆。* MARVEL 。☆。

A RARE CONDITION | dark!daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!fem!Reader x dark!doctor!Steve Rogers ( babyjakes )

WHAT A WORLD | tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!fem!Reader ( @onsunnyside )

BOUND TO YOU | dark!mob!Bucky Barnes x stewardess!fem!Reader ( @flordeamatista )

SWEET SUGAR HANDYMAN | hardware store worker!Steve Rogers x bimbo!Reader ( @buckymorelikefuckme )

SERPENTS TOUCH | hela odinsdottir x fem!Reader ( inklore )

FIXATION OF LUST | Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader ( inklore )

SWEET GIRL OF MINE | Andrew!Spider Man x fem!Reader ( inklore )

MY LITTLE FLOWER | grumpy!Bucky Barnes x sunshine!fem!Reader ( @vase-of-lilies )

LATE NIGHTS | Steve Rogers x fem!Reader ( @princessbellecerise )

☆。* GENSHIN IMPACT 。☆。

none yet…

☆。* JUJUTSU KAISEN 。☆。

HEAVEN AND HELL | angel!Yuuji x fem!Reader x demon!Sukuna ( onsunnyside )

THE SINS OF MORTAL FLESH | dom!Sukuna x sub!Reader ( @prettyboykatsuki )

THE LOVEABLE JOCK | jock!Itadori Yuuji x fem!Reader ( @garoujo )

CALL 1-800-BOYFRIEND#2 | multiple jjk x fem!Reader ( @satorhime )

THE THRILL OF THE RUSH | vampire!Nanami Kento x vampire!fem!Reader ( @nanamibeloved )

WELCOME TO THE PARTY | boyfriend!Toji Zenin x fem!Reader x Gojo Satoru x Geto Suguru x Ryōmen Sukuna ( @sukunababy )

BAKUTO | yakuza!Toji Zenin x fem!Reader ( sukunababy )

THE HAUNTING | dilf!Toji Zenin x ghost!fem!Reader ( sukunababy )

RED RIDING HOOD | Ryōmen Sukuna x fem!Reader ( sukunababy )

☆。* MY HERO ACADEMIA 。☆。

PUPPY PLAYTIME | hybrid puppy!Eljiro Kirishima x owner!fem!Reader ( @eijirhoe )

HOME TO ME | Eljiro Kirishima x hybrid puppy!fem!Reader ( eijirhoe )

☆。* HAIKYUU 。☆。

YOURS FOR ALWAYS, HIS FOR THE NIGHT | Sugawara Koushi x fem!Reader x Kageyama Tobio ( heich0e )

4PLAY | Matsukawa Issei x Hanamaki Takahiro x fem!Reader x Oikawa Tooru x Iwaizumi Hajime ( heich0e )

MAFIA MADNESS | mafia!Ushijima Wakatoshi x fem!Reader ( heich0e )

☆。* TRIPLE FRONTIER 。☆。

STAY QUIET FOR ME | Frank Morales x fem!Reader ( @theshireisburning-so-mordoritis )

NO WAY TO RUN FROM THIS | Santiago Garcia x fem!Reader ( theshireisburning-so-mordoritis )

SIT TIGHT | Benny Miller x fem!Reader ( @say-al0e )

TIDES AND HEAT | Benny Miller x fem!Reader ( @dameronscopilot )

☆。* DC 。☆。

IT MATTERS TO ME | bale!Batman x fem!Reader ( @reveluving )

SURE AS HELL NOT JESUS (BUT YOU’RE SAVING ME) | Battinson x fem!Reader ( @greenorangevioletgrass )

YOU BRING THE PLEASURE, I’LL BRING THE PAIN | Pattinson!Batman x fem!Reader ( inklore )

☆。* ATTACK ON TITAN 。☆。

A YOUNG MANS DREAM | husband!Levi Ackerman x fem!Reader ( @sakurashell )

HIDDEN DESIRES | neighbor!Eren Jaeger x fem!Reader ( sakurashell )

THE PRICE OF CROSSING TWICE | Levi Ackerman x grim reaper!fem!Reader ( @heich0e )

☆。* MISCELLANEOUS 。☆。

DADDYS LITTLE PRINCESS | stepdad!Ari Levinson x bratty!fem!reader ( @evansbby )

PUSH ME DOWN | ghostface!Steve Kemp x virgin!fem!reader ( valleyfae )

THE WARMTH OF YOU | dads best friend!Ari Levinson x fem!reader ( @inklore )

INVOLUTED | Wade Wilson x fem!Reader ( inklore )

OF THE ESSENCE | Tangerine x fem!Reader ( inklore )

FOOL ME TWICE | Joel Miller x muggler!fem!Reader ( inklore )

PROFESSIONAL | Joel Miller x trainer!fem!Reader ( @chloeangelic )

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shuttershocky · 8 months

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I know it's a bit unusual ask, but since you've talked about vn and ln i figured you might be good to ask. Is there any difference between translating vs localization (of vn and ln)?? I've seen people treating these two as a separate thing but i admit i'm confused if these two are any different

These terms are often used interchangeably, but when you see them used separately, translation often means a translation that attempts to prioritize accuracy of the original text as much as possible from the words used to its structure, while localization is used to describe translation attempting to recreate the original text using the standard conventions and structure of the target language (for example, replacing idioms in Japanese that make no sense in English, with equivalent idioms in English)

There's been a lot of pushback against localization in English-speaking otaku circles, often claiming that translators use localization to sneak in their agendas or changing the text to suit what they want. However, while it's true that localization quality can vary wildly, the problem with being against the very concept of localization itself is that "we want translation not localization" is actually impossible—anyone who actually speaks more than one language knows that a true 1:1 conversion between languages simply isn't possible, because different languages have very different grammar rules, structures, even the very words can have no equivalent. This means that even something that claims to be 100% faithful to the original text won't be, because there will always be structural changes and compromises the translator must make to have a translation that's actually understandable.

Let me try to give an example to illustrate. There is a budget chicken brand in my country with a tagline of "Di masyadong masarap, pero pwede na". Translating as literally as possible it means "It [the food] isn't too delicious, but it's enough." Translating it as literally as possible removes the wittiness and surprise factor of the tagline's self-deprecating humor. It's about being self-aware that it's a budget product and it makes you laugh that even the owners admit their chicken isn't very good, but it's good enough for you. If you wanted to try to get the intention and meaning behind the tagline across in English, you would have to do some localization (make changes), in this case I would go with "it's not that good, but it's good enough!". In this case I had to change out the Tagalog word for delicious and use the English phrase "Not that good but good enough" in order to preserve the intended joke of the original line, even if it is technically less accurate.

In my opinion, internet conversations around localization has been so poisoned by monolingual fans who can't even read the original text (and thus think Google translate showing a different line means the official translator must have lied to them) that the only discourse worth listening to is those between different translators, because both sides can actually read the original text and so have a proper fight about how it should have been translated.

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yarrayora · 9 months

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i saw people being so surprised that sono bisque doll is like. made by a woman. because the protagonist is a gyaru cosplayer who isn't uncomfortable with being sexy. which. ok. fair. but for me i already suspected the author was a woman before checking because:

1. usually the male protagonists in a manga about cosplaying and otaku culture is depicted as. well. a gross otaku, but worse than that they're usually bland enough that the average japanese men can self-insert as a harem owner. gojo wakana has no harem and only one marin and most importantly he's appealing to the female audience which sadly not a lot of male authors are capable of doing

but most importantly

2. in manga about otaku culture written by men, when the characters visit a convention the mob characters they'll end up interacting with are usually sweaty people fitting every negative otaku stereotype under the sun including being mad at "normies" attending their "sacred ground" or whatever but instead for marin's first ever cosplay event we got people regardless of gender politely asking her for a photoshoot, and later on we got a crossplayer whose hobby isnt treated as some kind of gotcha and a bunch of working women trying to shill their interests to their friends instead of gatekeeping them

which is why it's no surprise to me that the author is a woman

#sono bisque doll wa koi wo suru

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years

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okay, so Raiden Shogun sex-doll? what if the old models were beginning to thin out and to keep up with demand, the Teyvat Company decided to start replicating the dolls/androids from scratch? Now there's the serious (and extreme) setting, Raiden, the stern but kind Ei, and the gentle setting, Makoto.

imagine buying a used shogun model, one of the replica models, which you've been told by the previous owner has some malfunctions. they say that a friend of theirs working for the company was able to give them one of the "defective" ones for cheap or free before it got trashed, that the Makoto setting can't be turned on and only has the Shogun and Ei settings available. When you buy it off them, you think that would be the only issue, until you find out that the Ei setting/personality had somewhat absorbed the previous owner's otaku-like personality and now prefers to stay in the doll's "consciousness", going over downloaded mangas and light novels while the Shogun setting is almost always active (which may be the reason why the previous owner decided to sell her).

From time to time you may see Ei activated late at night, somehow with the knowledge of your laptop password, going online on your computer trying to find new content. If you ever want to activate Ei, you have to coax her out with bribes of sweets and new mangas and light novels that just came out, while the Shogun, who has already gotten attached to you, tries to convince her inside their "consciousness" to not go.

tw - unhealthy relationships, mentions of overstimulation, marking, and possessive behavior.

i think it'd be a little fun if the reader wasn't aware the 'Ei' mode was active at all - so, if they just thought the Shogun was the only functioning setting, and thus, didn't even bother to look into what Makoto and Ei were like or learn how they tended to behave. you're not overly concerned. you've always liked your partners a bit rougher, a little more stoic, so you're more than happy with a hard dom whose idea of aftercare is throwing you over her shoulder and making sure you get a shower, something to drink, and some rest with all the love and care of... well, a robot. having a few other options might be nice, but beggars can't be choosers, and it's hard to be dissatisfied when her hands are on your hips and her mouth is latched onto your neck and you've lost track of whether you're pleading with her to slow down or speed up or stop altogether. it's hard to care about what you don't have when what you do is already more than enough.

but, she does have some strange quirks you can't really explain. the Shogun rarely smiles, programmed to never show any kind of fondness towards her user that's not explicitly asked for or more gentle than a hand on your wrist or an arm dragging you into her lap, and yet, you'll find her sitting on the edge of your bed at night, smiling as she gently cups your cheek. she's supposed to be a little stuck-up, too much of a professional to bother with 'human frivolities', but you've seen her flipping through your light novels, eyeing up your manga collection, occasionally leaving notes for you that are just too... well, anything to really sound like your Shogun. occasionally, something will slip out while you're speared on her fingers or going brain-dead on the new attachment you bought for her last week, something a little too gentle, a little too considerate, and you'll have to wonder what you're really doing - or rather, who you're really with. you've noticed that the Shogun, when she is acting like herself, is a little more hostile, too, a little less willing to comply on the rare occasion you ask her to do something, a little more eager to leave as many marks as she can while you're too blissed-out to stop her. you don't have any other companion droids, so it's not like she can be jealous, and she doesn't really seem to be malfunctioning. it's just...

it's just, she's acting like someone else, and she really, really doesn't seem to like it.

#genshin sex doll au #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere prompts #yandere genshin #yandere raiden shogun #yandere ei

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v1vian-th3-f4nfic-wr1ter · 1 month

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An Eternity With You

《Chapter 2》

Potiental Triggers: Insecurity (Gerald) Self Doubt (Gerald) Smoking (Felix) Implied/Mention of Sex But Nothing Detailed (Gerald and Reader and Honestly All of them) Family Death (Reader)

Authors note: This chapter will be focused on Geralds growing relationship with reader and how he feels about them but remains blind to the romantic feelings, he doubts himself about being a good partner to Felix and Arthur and feels insecure about his position in the cartel, future chapters will explore the rest of their relationship (arthur and felix) with reader but for now its just gerald also, fuck slowburn

Taglist:

@otaku-girl-ao3

@fckedupnerd

The winter air blew harshly into Arthurs face, it didnt faze him as he entered the cathedral and went down the elevator, met with Gerald eating a steak and wine for lunch and Felix smoking a cigarette, looking at himself in the smaller mirror. Validating himself...though mostly negative comments, it was an average day, he sat down in a chair in front of a desk, working on a new launch of caramels and the flavors. He spoke in a calm but demanding voice "What do you think does with caramel?" He said, not looking at either of them. They stare at him, Gerald spoke up first "Well if it were me it would be strawberry or icing, well...assuming youre asking me though i get the vibes you are referring to us both"

"Yes, exactly. Now Felix, any recommendation or are you too busy being a doll in the mirror" Arthur said, slightly irriated

"H-huh? Oh uhm...maybe mango or...blueberry? I like those with caramel" Felix said in a panic

Arthur nodded and considered his options, Gerald just kept eating "You know you attractive Felix, why are you even doing this?" Felix copied his words mockingly, thinking Gerald was mocking him, Gerald sighed in defeat and was getting ready to head out "Am going out, do any of you want anything?" He asked, Felix responded "Just black coffee, and thank you Gerald" He nodded and looked at Arthur "Coffee with creamer and two spoons of sugar, and also a pastry if you happen to pass by a bakery or café" He nodded and headed out to the café you work at

You were cleaning up a table when he headed inside the café

"Oh, youre back already! Well i assume its the usual?" You spoke in a cheery voice "Yes quite, but also add a black coffee and coffee with creamer and two spoons or cubes of sugar, and a slice chocolate cake" You nodded and headed in to the back

He sat down in his usual seat, depressed, they just brush him off as an errand boy or just a pillar of support when they lose money "You think you had sex with them enough times, theyd actually treat you as a person... Am i just that insufferable?" He mutters out loud, you overheard when you were bring him his order

"Oh brighten up! And here, i added an extra slice, on the house, dont worry" He was wide eyed but happily accepted the cake, You helped him put the food in to go boxes and chatted for a while, you felt a sense of joy when he was around, you started to fall in love

"Well i best be going, theyre waiting for me, thank you for the cake slice" He waved you goodbye and left the cafe with a massive tip of 250 in your hands, you smiled and put it away when you got home, happy someone actually likes the café you work at, it finally gives you and the owner some money to make the café and general life better, you look up at your celling. Thinking about if you should take a day off tommorow, for now you sleep peacefully

Meanwhile Gerald at the vault hours earlier

"Am back" he greeted as he placed down the food, Felix took the black coffee and sips on it, Arthur took the other coffee and slice of cake, they were both delightedly surprised "Where did you get this?" Felix asked "Oh its from the café i get my lunch, though i doubt you would go to the shady part of town for it" he answers, Felix's face contorts into disgust but still drank the coffee, meanwhile arthur was just enjoying the cake and coffee "Its a shame they couldnt get a better spot for the café, id go everyday if it were in out part of town" Arthur commented "But it seems you go there everyday, if it isnt much of a hassle, would you get me this, Gerald?" Gerald nodded, though albeit a bit forced

He ate his food and stayed behind, thinking about you, and my god. He was falling harder than a brick hitting a rock

The next day~

He entered the café, more cheery than ever when he saw you, being happy, he got his usual and since you were about to take your break, you chatted with him, you notice he was more touchy than usual, but you brushed it off, until he finally asked you to come and stay at his estate today, you tried to deny but he conviced you to come with him after both of you are available today

After your shift you headed to the adress he gave you, you look at the estate, it was grand and large with a grand garden outside and with a foutain in the middle, you eyed the glorious estate before knocking on the door, nervour, Gerald opens the door, happy to see you actually made it to his place, he offers you some tea, you accept and sip on it, you sat down on one of the plush couches, he sat in front of you. You chatted about your personal lives "Well actually, my mother died way before i moved here, but i got over it...but it still makes me shed a tear" you sobbed sliently, he wipes away your tears and moves to be next to you, you clung to him and cried a river, Gerald comforted you as best he could

Once the tears slowed down you fixed yourself up and profusely apologize for ruining the suit hes wearing, he brushes it off since he has many more things to wear in his estate, by the time you finished the meeting it wss very late, 10 oclock, Gerald offers you to stay because it would be dangerous to go home at a time like this

You accepted and you took a bath, you notice all of the luxury skincare and bathrobs out for you. You have a hard time not admiring the decor and the overall presentation of the bathroom, you took the bath and blow-dried your hair for the first time, you were heading out the bathroom when Gerald suggested you to sleep in his room since it would be a just a one night thing

Little do you know you ended up having a one night stand with him

You woke up to the sunlight breaching the room from the curtains, you looked around and found yourself with your arms around gerald as you slept on his arm, you remember the events before and blush heavily to yourself, you got up, careful not to wake Gerald and closed the curtains, entering his arms again and fell asleep

An hour later he woke up, you still asleep, he got into pajamas and sat on the edge of the bed, completely regretting everything. He gave you pleasure, that was the intent but he didnt expect to go this far, he questions himself if hes even a good partner, and you agreed out of pity for his own ego, and what will the other two think of him?! He just cheated on them and didnt feel an ounce of regret, and what will happen to their reputations if the public found out Gerald fucking Prodnose was in a threesome with his competitors and CHEATED on them

His ADHD wasnt being helpful either, he was being overstimulated by his surroundings, almost feels suffocating to him, he was walking around the room and shaking his hands, trying not to think about it when you woke up from his loud footsteps "Why are you walking so much...?" He responds with "Nothing, just...needed to stretch my legs" "Well, come on, come over here" he wanted nothing more than to be comforted so he joins you in the bed once again, he wraps his arms around you. Relieving some stress

Meanwhile Arthur and Felix were at Arthurs mansion, just having a night of pleasure themselves, Felix was wearing a green slik robe, though one of his shoulders were showing, he wasnt eating meanwhile Arthur was having a steak and wine for breakfast. They couldnt careless about Gerald in the moment, just enjoying the morning, blind to Geralds meltdown

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Authors note: Sorry for the small chapter but i really want chapter three to be made because oh my god it is juicy, and let me know if you have any feedback, and have any ideas for any spin offs!

-Yours Truly, V1vian <3

#gerald prodnose #gerald prodnose x reader #felix fickelgruber #arthur slugworth #gerald prodnose x felix fickelgruber x arthur slugworth x reader #gerald prodnose x felix fickelgruber x arthur slugworth #felix fickelgruber x reader #arthur slugworth x reader #an eternity with you

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yuriskies · 8 months

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The Fluid Relationship and Its Enemy (Iori Miyazawa)

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Long long ago, when the skies were higher and the ocean was deeper, and the publishing companies were still publishers and not content owners, 'relations' began to sprawl between people. 'Lovers', 'unrequited love', 'rivals', 'spouses', 'boss and subordinate', 'senior and junior', 'idol and producer' -- certain "states" that occured between people were codified with specific words.

To answer 'what are their relations?', you can reply, "they're going out" or "they're on bad terms", specifying the "state" at a particular moment. These are 'relations.'

What's important is that it describes that state at a point in time. The reply to "what are their relations?" is a static, fixed answer. In the sense that given an initial state and a set of rules you can derive the next state, you could construct a world model based on something akin to classical mechanics.

However, more and more phenomena began to be discovered that couldn't be described by it. For example, telling a very intimate couple something like "hurry up and get married" is based on a shared tacit understanding that the next step on the road of love from 'dating' is 'marriage'. But while it certainly does confirm to societal templates, it ignores the existence of a vast number of possibilities and unnamed relations occurring outside of them.

There is also, for example, the idea of "just business." Two people act very intimately with each other, but it is actually just a performance to please the audience, and they're not that close in reality. In this situation a relation just for show, one that's not the real deal, would be called "just business." 'Real' and 'business' are thought to be completely separate, and 'on bad terms' and 'intimate' are treated as exclusive. This is the classical mechanics understanding of relations.

In this system, you cannot explain the following states:

On stage they pretended to get on well, but at some point the distinction between stage and reality started to blur.

Behind the scenes they were like a cat and a dog, but even so, they respected each other's skill.

There should have been no strong feelings towards the other party, but it's unpleasant when they're close to someone else.

Despite being polar opposites with the other party, they can't help but think of them even when they're not around, to one's own annoyance.

...Something along these lines.

We need something that can handle not just discrete '0' and '1' states, but various aspects tying people together and their complex changes over time. This would be the notion of "relationship".

As a side note, even within the classical mechanics model of relations there are still some ambiguities. A good example would be 'more than friends, less than lovers.' However, this still places "friends" and "lovers" on the same line and points to a segment on that line. It's not suited for describing anything more complex than that.

Much like how modern physics is built on the theory of relativity and quantum mechanics, a more subtle approach is required to talk about the interactions between the multitude of aspects.

Even given the same initial state, interactions between humans won't necessarily display the same predicted behavior. They won't take the same form, and will keep constantly changing, so much so that a snapshot in time would be meaningless. "Relationship" expresses this kind of dynamic interaction.

So when asked "What are their relations?", a modern otaku will keep their mouth shut.

Because you cannot describe it with a few words. No matter the answer, you will feel like you missed something. Because if it's not based on the process and context of how the relation came to be, you know there will be something you just won't be able to convey.

There are relationships in this world that can only be described as "there is a relationship."

Seeking to gain even a slightly deeper understanding of them, everyone desperately chases after more information. Because, like collecting the pieces of a complex puzzle, they want to increase the accuracy of their own perception. However, by following relationships you will learn the horrifying truth that it leads to a swamp with no bottom.

Human relationships, when viewed from the outside, can only be perceived up to a certain level. Anything that doesn't appear outside can only be known by those in the relationship itself. Above all, it physically cannot be observed.

Yes, they're "unobservable."

This is an important point about modern relationships. No matter how hard you try, you cannot understand others' relationships. No matter how strongly you imagine it, based on the information that's out there, it will be just that: your imagination. And even while you're imagining, the relationship keeps building up out of your sight.

This is, in fact, the same for fictional characters as well as for real ones. Even though something crucial may be happening where an otaku can't see it, they will never know about it. This is the notion of "don't understand a thing.'

When you try to observe a relationship, you will hit this wall no matter how much you increase the resolution. But on the other side of this semi-transparent wall you can see an incredibly bright, bare 'love' shining through.

Relationships are but one of the forms 'love' manifests in the world. Those drawn in by its dazzling light, burning themselves to ashes, are the 'extreme otaku'. How pitiful.

Please be careful all of you.

#iori miyazawa #yuri #I really like this interview because it really speaks to the insufficiency of labels beyond being a general guide #imo this thinking is also applicable beyond relationships and into general issues of queer identity #also just gotta say from an otherside picnic fangirl perspective it's really cool to see how deeply this way of thinking shaped vol 8 #otherside picnic #Youtube

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Alright!!

How about idia with a reader who starts showing romantic interest in him after breaking up with Vil?

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𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hello again, darling! About this ask… it really cracked me up when I first saw, for reasons lol

Sweet Jesus, I really like Idia and maybe this is part of the reason this story took so much time bc I put my soul into it. FR part of me wanted to sit down and transform this into a whole series of stories to fully develop Idia & Reader’s relationship, each of their feelings, other characters cameos, more drama, etc etc etc. But I don’t have the time unfortunately T_T We still have this monstrosity of a one-shot tho. I think I have never written something so long… and one of the main reasons it’s that there’s a lot of things here. Maybe it’s bc I like to complicate things more than it should be (as would say Michael Scott), some parts are so you can see Reader’s feelings slowly growing stronger about Idia and I hope the little time jumps are fluid enough too.

None of this is a complaint or anything (its just my way of speaking lol) but wow, this was the story. Actually, the perfect way to finish Cherry’s Harvesting <3 In total, this story has 6,6k words but I split it into two parts so you all can read more calmly (and idk if tumblr will permit so much words, this site hates me sometimes…)

So, join me into my Charon gondola and let’s romance my favorite shut-in salty introvert greek-myth based otaku <3 |

Idia Shroud x gender neutral reader / scenario / part 1 (3050k words) - part 2 (here) / mentions of breakup with Vil Schoenheit / angst, hurt and comfort, fluff / seasons and greek mythology references / minor chapter 6 mentions and references / use of “you” pronouns

Cherry’s Harvesting 🍒 Masterlist

Winter Melts Into Spring

{𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈, “𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬”}

His homeland has always been cold, especially in the subterranean headquarters where they did their research and guarded overblot’s phantoms. In this, Ignihyde made Idia feel at home — as if he had never left.

Life for Idia was like a long, arduous winter. Cold to the soul, able to make every single bone tremble. Pure white snow. Colorless, lifeless, monochrome. Like the systems that surround the Isle of Lamentation where he was born. Idia got used to living in a kind of underworld, away from mortals who could feel the Sun truly caress their skins and fill them with color and joy.

The bedroom’s air conditioning made that icy feeling of loneliness linger. Idia never bothered to change that. Even if he wanted to change the temperature, it wasn't like he could. He wasn’t worthy of any of that. Idia knew that somehow the cold of winter would surround him again.

He couldn’t escape.

But one day, Idia found a “daffodil” in the schoolyard. You were sitting on a bench, having lunch with Grim and your friends. Idia knew very little about you: as you arrived at the school suddenly, you ended up getting involved with some overblots and you were starting to adapt. He never worried about wanting to seek more.

You seemed to be just another summer person, covered in the Sun and emanating a warmth that Idia couldn’t stand. That perception changed, however, when Idia saw Grim alone in the hallway and tried to pet him — in vain because the little monster ran out near you. When you faced Idia, he felt that he already knew what you were going to say.

About how weird he was, that he must be the owner of that weird tablet that floats down the hallways instead of going out and going to class every day like everyone else. About how in the days when he was required to go in person, he had this uncomfortable gloomy aura around him.

But you didn't say any of that. You seemed to understand that Idia wanted to caress Grim and with a smile, you tried to convince him to be kinder to that stranger with ghostly pale skin, jagged teeth and flaming hair. Your smile warmed Idia’s heart, just the right way.

You were kind, genuine in your words. Like spring.

Even so, Idia ended up running away from there. Your kindness — however bearable as the blossoming of a flower field — was still too much for him to stand. The further he moved away, the more the feeling of regret ended up hammering into his mind. Was that it? One escape and you’d be out of reach forever. You would never dare speak to him again.

Idia tortured himself thinking about it for days, lost in this blossoming of feelings that made no sense to him. All possibilities could be considered, but the worst-case scenarios were what he paid the most attention to. That is until you prove him wrong again and again.

“Hi, Idia,” you greeted him every time they passed in the hall, either as a tablet or himself.

Idia didn’t know how you found out his name — probably from Ortho or someone in the third grade you knew — but hearing your voice pronounce his name with such sympathy was energizing.

It wasn't even a matter of greeting him loudly for everyone to hear or so quietly that even he wouldn’t have noticed. You recognized his presence in that river of students and by the expression scanner Idia ran through your image on his tablet, your positive emotions were true. You'd be happy to meet him. Why?

“I just wanted to meet you,” you answered that question once.

With a lot of perseverance, the two of you managed to start talking to each other. Little but enough at the beginning. You bumped into each other a lot when you went to the Mystery Shop and sometimes you were after the same snack to buy. Talking to Idia was difficult, no matter if you have a similar personality to him.

But, as your interest spoke louder, you weren’t going to let yourself be defeated — you had so much courage that Idia even managed to visualize you as a shounen-type protagonist, those very persistent ones even though you were defeated by the final boss several times. Each defeat, you came back stronger.

“There are so many interesting people here... I know it sounds kind of naive but, if I'm going to be here for long or forever, I want to know everything about this place,” you continued. “And you seem like a cool guy, Idia.”

At that, you tipped your head a bit and smiled at him. Idia regretted not bringing his tablet for the occasion, otherwise he could better hide how your words shook him inside like a great boil. However, you seemed to notice someone coming in the direction where Idia was facing backwards and gave them a shy nod.

When that person passed you by, Idia had a better grasp at what was your slight change in behavior. Vil Schoenheit answered your nod with a slight wave of his hand and a smile, his light blond hair flying with a breeze that came out of nowhere.

Idia wondered where the red roses were, as it should bloom behind that heartthrob young man along with the crystal clear soap bubbles and the soft background music. Because if life were a shoujo anime, Vil would be the protagonist without any doubt. The most beautiful and popular guy in school, thousands of fans melting every time he passed by.

Seeing people like that in real life always made his stomach turn. It didn't help that you seemed strangely charmed by Vil, like many other people in and out of school. Idia wasn’t surprised by this.

It wasn’t long before you were talking to him, but at the time, you were dealing with Pomefiore’s group and other students rehearsing in your dorm for the VDC. Perhaps it wasn’t all bad that Idia just needed to present a project to a room full of people who would judge him at the first stutter.

If he weighed in the balance, dancing and singing seemed to be more of a horrible torture than speaking in public. In any case, this seemed to have brought you closer to the leader of Pomefiore and as time passed, your simple relationship became something more.

The end of winter and the passage of the cultural festival turned the lives of all of you upside down during a brief but busy moment. Idia didn't have the details of anything but, on his part, a lot of intense things also happened. He became one more among the problem children of Night Raven College.

Still, you approached him once more and showed him your gentle and caring eyes. You seemed to suffer with him somehow — it was the first thing Idia noticed when he felt more in control of his own consciousness. You saw the worst in him and yet you didn’t walk away.

Some would even say that you saw hell and returned from there victorious. But the truth is that a lot has happened and Idia was too worried about Ortho to pay attention to your own special dose of concern for Vil.

Idia didn’t want to give a name to the feelings that burned in his heart and tried to make him hope. Even if the situation had been controlled in time, he was still sure about one thing: there was no hope. Only survival. Moving from this to another phase of life without looking back. Idia held his own shoulders and tried to convince himself that he could survive without you.

He lived eighteen years without knowing that anyone other than Ortho could look at him sweetly. He could live the rest without your gaze — briger of spring.

That's what he needed to hold on to.

It was an ordinary night when Idia was working on his computer, concentrating on developing some updates to his system’s layouts and solving some annoying bugs while listening to a playlist — “songs for when you're heartbroken but you won’t admit it” by Euterpe-ram, a profile on magify that Idia discovered the last few days.

You two hadn’t spoken to each other in a while. But every time Idia’s tablet detected you in the hallway, he got the impression that there was something wrong with you. This theory was eventually confirmed when Idia received a message from you on his cellphone asking if he could allow you in his bedroom.

Suddenly, you were there in Ignihyde and there was a hint of autumn in your eyes.

A crumbled spring. Yellowish, dry, its leaves flying in the wind. Ortho had brought you to cheer you up but Idia knew you just didn’t want to disappoint him and decline that merciful invitation. Everything in your posture betrayed the fact that you wanted to be alone. Or maybe Ignihyde was too cold for you.

As Ortho arranged a space on Idia’s messy bed to accommodate you, the two of you fell into a mournful silence. At a certain point, however, you ended up looking at Idia’s computer screen.

“This playlist…,” you muttered, the surprise in your eyes suspending your tiredness for a moment.

“Yeah.. a-a-ah! But! B-before you ask...!,” he almost closed the page in utter despair and embarrassment but you interrupted him in time.

“Did you like it?”

Idia had missed your way of saying and doing things. He really did.

You never asked unnecessary questions, you never dug deeper than you should. You accepted all the answers he had available, waiting for the right time for him to develop or close the subject. It was like finding a flower bud that was protected from the harshness of autumn.

“It's good. Huh. Long. But it has some cool songs that I had never heard before. Do you want...?,” Idia pulled out a second pair of headphones.

You stared at him for a moment, confused as to how two pairs of headphones could listen to the same thing without being connected by a wire to the device — but the technology of this world is as complicated as magic and, given the circumstances, you chose not to question it too much.

Idia’s set-up space was lonely but they managed to arrange a pouf for you to sit on. Ortho was by your side playing on his games and you had split your time between watching him, listening to the same songs with Idia and finally venting your feelings a little. Idia had paused the playlist almost immediately but he didn't knew much to say.

Vil and you broke up.

This took Idia by surprise for a moment. It seems that paradise is difficult even for the gods of high Olympus like you two, people of unattainable brilliance.

However, he couldn’t bring himself to be any sort of happy about your news. Even if you explained that it was a mutual decision and dealt with maturely — you were also surprised to find out that Vil thought just the same as you — it was still a difficult time.

And all Idia could do was listen in silence. For all the time you stood there, gracing the fortress of his solitude with your tiny, though faded, spring buds, telling your story, Ortho wringing faint little smiles from you, there was nothing else to focus on. Idia only had eyes for you.

He accepted your lamentations with respect and care, a shroud with which you covered your aching heart.

You suddenly found out that the levels between you and him were too different. You couldn't keep up with each other no matter how supportive you were of Vil — and he appreciated that, he couldn’t deny it. But you weren't a match at the end of the day.

Maybe “match” wasn't the right word, Idia thought. You were like cards of considerable power but, together, you weren’t enough to defeat a boss or fully compatible to be worth a combo and a fixed position on the team.

When you said goodbye, with lighter shoulders, and smiled at Idia as you left, he turned to his computer. Ortho had also gone to his new room, wishing his brother good dreams.

Idia didn’t sleep much, actually. Or if he fell asleep, he was sitting in his chair while the playlist lulled him on a journey into the deep rivers of his own mind. Idia managed to make a few more layout updates but his thoughts kept coming back to you and what his role would be in that Greek tragedy. Honestly, what could he do?

“Either you die as a villain, or you live long enough to become the protagonist’s secondary friend who is in love and will never be reciprocated,” he said after a sip of energy drink, which seemed to make him more depressed.

Idia hated that kind of character. It was the most pathetic existence an author could bother to create. The Protagonist’s Friend is a role that always falls on zero or one thousand: they get the love they want somehow or they end up alone, apparently happy and resigned to their situation.

Movies created this illusion that the Protagonist’s Friend could have their small and banal dreams come true, just being there as unconditional support. A being without their own will who lived only for their love, blind to the protagonist’s obnoxious defects, ready and well trimmed to be a good doormat every hour.

But people like that never get what they want in real life. They are used and discarded like the aluminum containers that contained the energy drink Idia drank. People always look at this Friend up and down, despising them.

Idia didn't want to be like that, under any circumstances. He could be a quitter, a coward, but he had a shred of dignity that he held on to with all his might.

More than wanting to force himself on you and make you realize that “the love of your life was right there in front of you” — wearing a worn-out and a little sweaty coat, ready to make you the new deity who would reign in his underworld — Idia just wanted to see you happy.

It was a strange feeling. No one but Ortho deserved this kind of wish from him. Perhaps Idia had little hope that you would ever truly love him. Maybe he was afraid to take a step, to do something concrete and then see it collapse in front of him.

However, if you could smile with all your strength, with the brightness that wakes the world for spring, Idia could sleep well at night. He admired your beauty from afar, reinforcing the distance between you, six feet underground. Letting his heart dwell on the selfish desire to convince you to stay in that underworld was useless, he just knew. He should just let you go.

“How do you get through this phase so fucking easily?! Is a hack? Codes? Tell me, you damn stove!,” you were amusingly aggressive when you played something together. Idia laughed at you.

“Hacks? You dare insult my abilities, mortal? These dark circles in my eyes are the fruit of all my efforts,” Idia smiled. You got distracted for a moment by seeing how the light from the computer’s screen reflected off his teeth, in such a big, rare smile. Precious. “And... you lost again!”

“Yep, it seems so,” you agreed.

Idia was too busy giving the commands to repeat the game phase level — and letting out his small, cute chuckles — to see that you were smiling in his direction with unmatched tenderness.

Lately, you have been spending more time with Idia — which was nice, you always wanted to get to know him better. If only you could have approached each other more without being at the expense of a sad experience.

Breakups are always difficult. It’s like the arid autumn that heralds the coldest of winters. However, day after day, finding Vil in the hallway or bumping into a picture of him in a magazine didn’t ache your heart like before. The pain no longer trampled you like a dry leaf on the sidewalk. It was a slow but continuous process.

A change of scenery may have helped with that. Ramshackle’s dorm was slowly being fixed but many things brought back memories of your friends’ presence at the VDC’s preparation time. It made you think of simpler times, where everything was seemingly fine — although that wasn't exactly the case, for any of you.

Ignihyde, on the other hand, carried a different feel.

You noticed this on your first visit, when Ortho took you to Idia’s bedroom and you let yourself vent about your sadness. But, every time you entered their mirror and climbed the black stairs to reach the lounge, you started to notice more things in that cold, silent and mysterious place.

It was as if you had died — or for some reason, arrived in the World of the Dead — but, what was supposed to be lamentation turned out to be a comfortable feeling.

Being there for a long time made you realize that there were things up there in the outside world that you missed and that longing made you realize that life could be much more than a broken heart. At the same time, there was beauty and tranquility in solitude. Would you feel that way when you die?

Funny enough, Idia always makes you feel more alive. That feeling has always been there, somehow. You didn’t know if Idia had any idea about that. Your desire to provoke his little smiles, to see his golden eyes sparkle like a living flame.

At first, you were afraid of what your heart was presenting. You didn’t want to make another mistake and make another person you liked suffer unnecessarily. A whisper from Tartarus tried to tell you that you were just pretending to fall in love with Idia to forget Vil, as if the altar of a new god was set up on top of the old one.

But that wasn’t the truth of your feelings.

“...shi? Hey?,” Idia’s voice sounded in your ears, calling your name.

[to be continued...]

| Special notes: The playlist that is mentioned is a irl playlist I actually made just for the sake of this fic, posted in my sideblog @myplaylists-angeli that has other twst playlists. The playlist itself doesn’t strictly mean that this is only Reader’s sadness but it can also be Vil’s. Or you just want a sad playlist about love, pls feel at home to listen to. It’s not finished, so if you want to suggest a song (there’s a post about it here), you can!

Until tomorrow, my dear. We’ll wrap up the last part of this request and maybe the day after, have this final post that will declare the end of this event. ‘Till there, have my sincere yet fast words of gratitude for enjoying my writing and supporting me all this way. You all are the best <3 |

#twisted wonderland #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst x reader #twst fanfic #twst angst #hurt comfort #fluff #twst fluff #breakup and new relationship #part one of two #there's some serious amount of references of all kinds here #cherry's writing #cherry's harvesting

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my-plastic-life · 11 months

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Anyone know what an “otaku” is? Well, I’ll tell you: An otaku (Japanese) is a young person who is obsessed with particular aspects of popular culture, sometimes to the detriment of their social skills. :D

With the release of the Disney ily 4ever fashion dolls, and one of them being Asian, I had the idea to make a Disney Princess otaku doll. She is the owner of the princess-themed room that is my current diorama. I love all these items!

Time for yoga:

Painting can help relaxation:

Ending the day with some final thoughts:

#My Plastic Life #doll photography #Disney #Disney Princess #otaku #Disney ily 4 ever #Disney Store #one sixth scale #doll diorama #myfroggystufffanpics #TenderWolf

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askstrangeweird · 2 years

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Trying to get into the backroom? Better have your ID ready in Momo's Manga Shop.

#ask blog #digital art #oc ask blog #original character #my oc art #art #artists on tumblr #otaku oc #otaku girl #otakus art #momo maki #momo #manga girl #manga store #manga store owner #store clerk oc #weeb oc #ecchigirl

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bl4cktourmaline · 5 months

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Omg another gremlin(cat) owner❤ how many do you have? I have 🐈🐈🐈

Also i see youre another otaku couch potato(?) All i do is stay int he house all day as well lol. Also ive never been to a wedding before :0:0:0:0 i wonder what its like :O

I have 5! Two are adults and 3 little kittens<3 both of the adults are girls but they are like...the complete opposite of each other xD

Potato couch...why is that so true it's almost painful 👀💦 I'm just not very outdoor person to be honest, I like being lazy and just either read or write many many drafts of mine before modmafuyu kidnapped me here after she heard one of my draft stories lol I still find it funny how she just yeeted me in here like it was nothing.

It's pretty interesting I say! I love the decorations especially...like to me, it was like out of a fairy tale from how magical it's feels especially as a kid xD and you know...free foods and it's like all you can eat at least from my experiences cuz I have a big family so they are like... dragged me there 👀💦

~ Yue | ModMizuki

#at25:00 says #modmizuki

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onceuponmyanime · 1 year

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OBEY ME DEVILDOM

*I've always wanted to write about little Fluffy segments on the side about how MC felt in a new place like the Devildom with all these people she should be afraid of but finds an odd sense of belonging.

So this is my small take on it.*

The Avatar of Envy...

"Thou shall not begrudge..."

"That's mine."

Standing at the top of the staircase looking annoyed, Leviathan made his way toward me with his eyes glued on the package I held in my hands.

I found it at the main gate so I thought it'd be a good idea to bring it in before someone else took it.

Things like packages left outside always went missing where I was from.

"It was sitting out by the front gate.."

A little put out, he took the box as I offered it to him.

"Thanks." He said grudgingly. "I've been waiting a month for this."

Even though he didn't say much to me, I felt a little awed that he even acknowledged me.

Curious as to what was inside the package, I looked at him expectantly.

"What is it?"

Looking haughty, he turned his nose up at me in disdain.

"It's a one of a kind figurine from an Anime I follow religiously, not that anyone like you would know anything of it."

A little stung at the sudden hostility, I folded my arms over my chest as if to protect my feelings.

It was always my automatic response.

"You'd be surprised what someone like me would be interested in."

Looking a little shocked at my comeback, Leviathan squinted his eyes accusingly.

"You probably have no idea what an Otaku is, either."

He looked absolutely arrogant, giving me the impression that it was meant as a rhetorical statement.

The problem is, I grew up a closet Otaku.

"I've been following anime movies and series since I was ten years old and I am the proud owner of ninety-seven manga comics." Was my retort to his stunned silence.

His eyes round while his face went bright red, he scurried back up the stairs still clutching the unopened package in his hands.

Leaving me in the foyer with an unanswered question still in my mind.

What did he have in that box?

#obey me!#obey me devildom #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me otome #obey me rad #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me headcanons #obey me hc #obey me fanfic #devildom #om! leviathan

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bruh-2004 · 6 months

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➩ LUCY BAND AS HER HUSBAND ♡

GENRE: fluff, comedy.

YECHAN

he would definitely be the best husband in the world, very attentive and affectionate, he would do everything to be able to spend a lot of time with you;

very funny, you would laugh ALL day long;

I would teach you (or at least try) to play the violin, it would be a very unique moment for both of you;

yechan would be annoying too, so you would have to prepare yourself to deal with tickling, screaming, him disturbing your photos... it wouldn't be easy, but you would never regret it;

kissing sessions many times a day, anywhere.

SANGYEOP

besides being your husband, he would be your singing teacher, he would force you to take lessons with him just to hear you praise him during breaks;

100% paternal instinct, he would love to be a daddy, always telling you "honey, we've been married for 4 years, can we have a child?";

house owner, sangyeop would make a point of helping you take care of the housework, and would also like to cook for you;

trips would be frequent, especially to calmer places such as parks and museums;

kissing sessions 2.0, but in public it wouldn't be as frequent, he would prefer your privacy.

WONSANG

otaku husband here, so it would be legal for you to watch anime with him;

paternal instinct 2.0, he loves children and would definitely want to have children with you;

he would play bass for you, and if you asked he would give you some lessons (even though he was irritated with you in almost all of them);

the kisses would be quicker, and would usually be more on the cheek or forehead, but he would love to have longer kissing sessions too;

his laugh would be your safe haven, you wouldn't live a day without his laugh and knowing that he would make a point of laughing in countless situations.

GWANGIL

a human pillow, you would cling to him most of the time and he would love it;

gwangil wouldn't be much for showing affection in public, just more discreet things like holding hands or hugging your waist;

there wouldn't be a bad time for you, gwangil would always make a point of showing you funny videos making you both laugh out loud;

quick kissing sessions too, with him always having his hand in your hair, either squeezing the strands or caressing;

they would have frequent movie nights, including lots of treats that he knows you try to avoid (but those who resist aren't).

#lucy band fanfic #lucy band x reader #lucy band #yechan lucy #sangyeop lucy #wonsang lucy #gwangil lucy #lucy band fluff

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loafbud-wc · 8 months

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How do the clans work in your universe? I mean, it seems more humanized/anime-esque (not that it's a bad thing!) and I'm curious

I've been meaning to write out how the Clans are in my AU but never got around to, so I'm happy that you asked this!!

SO UUUUH-- THIS RESPONSE IS GONNA BE VERY VERY WORDY

Warriors AU: A Superhero society of cats!

Each cat is born with their own superpower with a unique title that is said to be StarClan-given; not every superpower is unique tho, since multiple cats can have similar powers (e.g. lightning, super speed). So if two cats had the same superpower (e.g. fire power) the titles for their superpower will be different (like "Fire Blaster" & "Rage Flame"). For the powers regarding The Three, I'll talk more about them later on!

The ranks in this AU go like this:

Kits -> Kits

Apprentice -> Intern

Warrior -> Hero

Medicine Cats -> Medics

Deputy -> #2 Hero

Leader -> #1 Hero OR Superhero

Elder -> Retiree

(this AU is heavily inspired off of My Hero Academia btw!)

Some examples of Heroes & their powers: Longtail's Tailwhip / Lionheart's Mighty Roar / Sunbeam's Sunburst

Instead of being known as "warrior" cats they refer to themselves as "hero" cats, and the Clan cats live in more of a superhero society. Most often rivalry amongst Clans are about which Clan is the most heroic, etc

All the cats in the AU have humanlike capabilities/knowledge, like operate machines & occasionally walk on two legs

The Three (aka Jayfeather, Lionblaze, and Dovewing)

Every Clanborn cat has superpowers in this AU, so what does that make The Three (who have StarClan-given powers in canon)???

In this AU, The Three still have their powers like in the books. But the difference with them is that they are known as The Superstars!! They can take their superpowers and reach it to maximum heights by briefly evolving into a Superstar Form! <- I'LL MAKE A SEPARATE POST ABOUT THIS CONCEPT LATER

When Firestar got revealed to be the Fourth cat in the prophecy, his Superstar Form is literally just him going Super Saiyan mode LOL!!!

By the end of the Great Battle, they've fulfilled the prophecy and can no longer take on their Superstar Forms. Just like in the books, they also lose their own superpowers altogether in this AU.

BloodClan in the AU!

I'M HONESTLY SUPER EXCITED TO TALK MORE ABOUT MY AU BLOODCLAN,,,,, UHH SORRY THIS ASK RESONSE IS LONG ALREADY LOL!!!!

BloodClan in this AU are a squad of punks that reside in Radioscream City, an abandoned city that was once sprawled & bustling with many people. All-over town are cardboard forts and LOOOTS graffiti. The members in BloodClan are referred to as grunts; their vibes have inspirations taken from Pokemon rival teams, specifically Team Yell!!!! Much like Team Yell, BloodClan grunts are HUUUGE FANS of Scourge & also have like,, posters they draw fanart on to show support for him. Even after Scourge is gone, BloodClan basically lives on as a Scourge fanbase haha

BloodClan cats do have superpowers, but they all share the same kind: Graffiti Saliva, where their saliva has become toxic paint they use to graffiti anywhere they go (i created this concept years before pokemon came up with grafaiai who's literally just my bloodclan concept- im p sure the concepts used elsewhere too but man lol)

A VERY TL;DR (NOT REALLY) BLOODCLAN LORE: growing up, Scourge (as Tiny) grew up being obsessed with video games, vampires & loved dark-colored aesthetics & graffiti-styled stuff (got it from one of their owner's kid who he liked to watch while they're gaming). When he ran away to Radioscream City after the Tigerclaw incident, it was overrun with cats without a name for themselves.

When Tiny called himself Scourge, he created BloodClan out of the stray cats & introduced them to graffiti painting. His otaku, vampire-loving side never changed & he references video games in life a lot. Scourge'd also say something like "LAWL" or "WE ARE TEH HAWTNESS o3o" or "GET REKT". After Scourge obtained Graffiti Saliva, he found a discarded painting mask that he wears 24/7.

I NEED TO MAKE A SEPARATE BLOODCLAN LORE INFO DUMP POST SOMETIME LATER ON, IDK WHEN

PHEW ALRIGHT THAT'S ALL I CAN THINK OF WITHOUT MAKING THIS ANY WORDIER THAN IT ALERADY IS HAHA

I'll talk more about my interpretation of warrior cats in the future as different posts so I can go more in-depth + draw pics for those!

#asks #warrior cats #warrior cats au

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