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kennahjune · 4 months
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PART 3 OF S3 STEDDIE!!
(Hopefully the last part)
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Welcome to Part 3!!
Eddie watched Steve talk to Jonathan through the window of his car, checking to make sure he would be ok with Billy coming by. Apparently, from what they told Eddie, last time Billy came to pick up Max from the Byers’, he threatened to kill Lucas and gave Steve one of his worst concussions.
So fun.
When they finally drove off, Eddie and Steve stood side by side for a good minute, neither moving or even looking at each other, just standing. Until Steve made the first move to the bikes and Eddie followed.
They stayed in silence while they loaded everything into the back of the van. Mike’s bike first, then Lucas’. Then when Eddie closed the door, Steve finally spoke.
“I really am sorry about them.”
Eddie hummed and looked at him, but Steve was looking down and was biting his nails. Eddie hoped he realized it really wasn’t that big of a deal.
“No it’s fine— really, man. They weren’t doin’ any harm.” Eddie tried to reassure. Steve looked up at him skeptically, still chewing at his nails. Eddie really wanted to stop him. To pull his hands away from his mouth and hold them in his own instead. He bets Steve has soft hands.
“They really didn’t bother you? Like actually? Because I know they can all seem really pushy— even Will, in his own way— but I promise they don’t mean any harm.”
Eddie sighed, watching Steve’s eyes flit back and forth between his own. “Steve. I promise, they weren’t pushy or overwhelming or anything that might be going through that pretty little head of yours.” Steve paused and Eddie reveled in the pink that rose to his face. He smirked lightly. “If anything, it was sweet. They care about you a lot.”
Steve scoffed and turned away, walking around the van to get in, but he could see the smile on his face. Eddie chuckled and followed him over to the passenger side. When Steve hopped up and got in Eddie held the door open and leaned closely.
“What? Don’t believe me?” he smirked. The pink on Steve’s face darkened and he desperately held back a smile. “They were all over me, sweetheart. Asking questions about why I wanted to help, how I knew you, how we went to school together.” Eddie listed.
Steve scoffed again and turned away. “Get in the van, Munson.”
“Oh so I’m Munson now?”
“I swear to god—“
Eddie cackled and ran over to his side. Steve closed the door while Eddie jumped in.
The ride was really fun. Eddie expected it to be somewhat awkward and quiet but Steve was quite the talker. Eddie was content to listen while Steve went on and on about the kids; one in particular named Dustin, who was apparently at a summer camp.
They dropped off Mike’s bike first, Steve stopping in to say hi to the Lady Wheelers before popping back out and into the van. This time with a sticker or two on his face.
“Holly,” he said, as if that explained it all.
“Ah,” he responded, and started driving.
Lucas’ was next, Steve being greeted outside by Mrs. Sinclair and apparently Lucas’ little sister Erica.
Mrs. Sinclair took the bike while Steve argued with Erica about something or other, Eddie wasn’t really paying attention to anything other than how hot Steve was when he had his hands on his hips. Those shorts did wonders for his ass, Eddie had to admit.
When Steve finally got back in the car after a hug goodbye from Mrs. Sinclair Eddie was smoking a cigarette out the window. Steve eyed his curiously. “You alright?”
Eddie finished his last drag and nodded, putting his cigarette out in the ashtray he had in his cup holder.
As Steve buckled up and Eddie pulled out he asked “Where to now, baby?”
When Steve didn’t answer for a good couple of seconds, Eddie looked over.
Steve was red in the face. Like— really red. His eyes were wide and Eddie could see a bit of green mixed with the hazel, exposed by the dying sunlight. “You alright?” he asked skeptically.
Steve nodded slowly and swallowed. He turned his head to look out the window and brought his feet up on the seat to fold against his chest. He mumbled “Your place for my car” before he folded one arm against his chest and the other against the window to pillow his head. Eddie smiled giddily and started to the trailer.
“Baby”. The only thing that was going through Steve’s head right now.
When was the last time he’d been called any sort of pet name? Let alone something so intimate? Short answer: never. Steve was always using the pet names in relationships— both platonic and romantic. So hearing Eddie Munson, in his western accent and deep, rumbly voice, call him “baby” had sent him spiraling off kilter.
Steve closed in on himself best he could while being confined to the van. He could suddenly feel everything on him; where his shorts slightly rode up, how his shirt brushed against his shoulders oddly, how the stickers on his face from Holly stabbed slightly at his skin, everything. It was a little overwhelming.
He didn’t even notice when they pulled onto the street of Eddie’s trailer, or when the van pulled into the driveway, or when the van stopped. He jumped and nearly hit himself in the face when a hand landed on his thigh.
“Sorry!” came the rushed apology from Eddie, who quickly retracted his touch. Steve mourned the loss the of the warmth. “We’re here. You were hella zoned out so I didn’t think you noticed,” Eddie hastily explained.
With a moments pause Steve studied Eddie carefully. He studied the rosy blush on his cheeks, his ruffled hair, his dark eyes, his pretty pink lips. Steve cleared his throat and thanked him before jumping out of the van.
“Hey, man,” Eddie called to him before Steve could reach his own car. “You wanna come in for a bit? It’s only 3 and you look like you could use a nice beer.”
“Oh— I don’t want to intrude—“
“The King? Scared of intruding on a simple peasants home? How the times have changed!” Eddie placed a hand over his heart dramatically while smirking at Steve.
Steve watched him for a moment, smiled so wide his face hurt, and finally accepted. “Fuck it. Sure, I could use a beer.”
And that’s where they were now, sitting in Eddie’s room, drinking their beers and sharing their silence. Steve didn’t think it was awkward, but the more beer he drank the more he felt the urge to fill the silence that settled comfortably between them. He always was a talkative drunk.
“Hey, Eddie.” Steve placed his beer on the crowded bedside table and rolled over on his stomach. “Thanks.”
Eddie eyed him oddly and took another swig of his own beer before reaching over Steve to place it down. Steve preened at the closeness of Eddie reaching over him and rolled back into his back. When Eddie sat back down he asked
“Thanks for what?”
Steve exhaled silently. “Thanks for helping me yesterday. Most people would’ve just left. Hey— I also need to thank your friends. Jeff and Gareth right?”
Eddie paused and looked at Steve. Steve swallowed and felt his breathing pick up slightly. Beer makes it hard for him to conceal emotions. Not that there was anything he was hiding.
Eddie smirked. “You can tell them yourselves tomorrow. I planned on stopping by the store for a bit to get the ice cream I never got yesterday.”
Steve scoffed and smacked Eddie’s leg. They’ve never really spoken to each other before this. Fleeting looks in the halls, catching each other’s eyes in the cafeteria, but never speaking. If they spoke during high school then they threatened to break whatever spell was over them.
But this; this is different. This isn’t them being scared to interact. This is them taking every risk, every threat, and hitting it head on. This was Steve leaving his comfort zone to find something better.
But there wasn’t anything else to it.
(Who is he lying to?)
A sudden thought hit Steve. “Hey, do you still have that club? That DND one?”
Eddie startled a little too hard and coughed. Steve panicked and sat up, patting him on the back and yelling to “fucking breathe”.
“Holy shit.” Eddie coughed/laughed out. “His highness is acquainted with the farmer boy’s game.” He smirked.
Steve huffed and folded his arms, leaning on the headboard. “I’ve never played it myself. But the kids are all really obsessed.”
“Even Max?”
“No, just the boys.”
“Ah. And you brought up Hellfire, why?”
“Because I was wondering if you could take them in next year. They’re starting their freshman year and I want them to be as comfortable as they can. Hellfire will do that for them.”
Eddie regarded him closely, and Steve felt himself go stiff under his gaze; his shoulders rose and his arms tightened against his chest.
“You really care about those kids, huh Harrington?”
Steve exhaled. “Yeah.” his response came out barely above a whisper.
It was near 4 now, according to the clock on Eddie’s dresser. Steve really should be going. The kids would blow up his walkie if he took any longer.
But he didn’t want to move. Steve was caught in Eddie’s gaze; wonderment, curiosity, hunger. It was endearing and Steve didn’t want it to end. When was the last time someone looked at him like that? He doesn’t think Nancy ever looked at him like— even before everything went to shit.
He took in a deep breath when Eddie’s eyes flickered to his eyes and then his lips. His eyes then his lips. His eyes then his lips.
Steve sat up slowly, not knowing what else to do.
“Um—“ his voice cracked and Eddie smirked. “I have to— I have to— um, uh—“
“You have to leave?” Eddie supplied, raising an eyebrow.
Steve nodded vigorously. Gods he could feel the heat in his face while Eddie continued to smirk.
He had a lot to think about as Eddie guided him to the front door, talking lowly as to not disturb the quietness they’ve contained for the past hour. Eddie also had a hand on the small of Steve’s back, guiding him down the hall and through the living room. Steve chose not to say anything; he liked the warmth of Eddie’s hand on his back.
Eddie sees him to his car and all the while he’s talking very quietly, the cadence of his voice soothing and calming. Steve loved the way it reverberated through his skull in a soft thrum.
Steve doesn’t remember much about driving to the Byers’, he remembers pulling out of the trailer and turning on the radio, Take On Me playing quietly in the background as if letting his thoughts take front stage. He didn’t know how to feel about anything. But he knew he needed to get to the Byers’ before Max left.
Only when he blinked into reality did he notice the blue eyes in the blue Camaro staring at him intensely. Steve gulped. He couldn’t deal with this, not after such a bad migraine. Not after what happened last year.
But to Steve’s confusion, when Billy got out of his car and Steve did the same, there were no words exchanged. No death threats. No “I’ll kick your ass”. Nothing. In fact— Billy seemed headstand around Steve. And with a fluttering sensation in his gut and a small pick-up in his heartbeat, Steve thought for a moment that maybe Eddie said something to Billy yesterday to make him back off.
He disregarded this thought almost immediately.
Now he and Billy stood side by side on the Byers’ porch. Steve stood idly by, not wanting to get too close to Billy and risk having bad attitude rubbed off on him.
“Well?” Billy snapped after a moment. Steve loathed the way he jumped in his skin. “I’m not fucking knocking.”
“I didn’t know you knew what the hell that was,” Steve uttered while giving four sharp knocks to the door. Billy growled. Call animal control, Steve thought silently to himself.
“Clam it, Harrington. Just cause you have Munson on your side doesn’t do shit to save you. I’ll have your ass down and folded in seconds if I really wanted to.”
On his side?
“Talk all you want Billy, you’re all bark no bite. You scream and you talk and you say shit and yet when was the last time you followed through with something, huh? Does the new King find himself in a pickle? Or did everyone finally leave the damn kingdom.”
Billy looked ready to murder and probably would have had Jonathan not opened the door right at that moment. Billy eyed him cautiously, less in fear and more in “you know things you shouldn’t”. You know, the way Jonathan’s typically eyed.
“Steve, hey. Hargrove.” Jonathan nodded to them.
“Hey, Jon.” Steve smiled. Billy tutted and huffed, his arms crossed.
“Just get the girl already. Neil’s gonna have my ass if she doesn’t he out here already.”
Jonathan eyed Billy silently. Everyone seemed to be eyeing each other today. He nodded and went back into the house. When Billy noticed that Steve had made no moves to go inside as well, he raised an eyebrow and seemed to close in on himself even more.
“The hell are you waiting for, Harrington? You going in or not?”
Steve shrugged. He really wasn’t going anywhere until he saw Max and Billy drive away. He knew Billy wouldn’t try anything if he knew Steve was watching, and Steve was determined to keep Max as safe as possible— even if for a few seconds.
“I’m waiting for the boys. I’m dropping them off.” Which wasn’t an entire lie, really.
“Whatever.”
Max emerged from the house at that moment, eyeing Billy warily, as if he might shatter in a moments notice. Steve huffed a barely audible laugh. Max’s hair was sticking up in every-which-way; she must’ve taken a nap.
Billy stalked off the porch without a word. Jonathan was in the doorway now as well, watching Max step up to Steve and hug him before running off to the car.
“Stay safe, Red!” Steve called after her.
Max waved and called back “I will!”
Steve waved to her the entire way down the street until she and the car were gone. When he turned back to Jonathan, the latter was smiling at him. Steve blushed to the tip of his ears.
“What?”
Jonathan snickered. “Nothin, man. Get the hell in here.”
Mike and Lucas were hounding him the moment he stepped into the living room. Will clearly had something to say as well but kept his distance. To Steve’s pleasant surprise, El and Hopper were there as well.
Steve told them how they dropped the bikes off and explained the star and smiley stickers on his face. But he kept everything else to himself.
Hopper huffed and put his cigarette out. “Watch yourself around him, kid. Munson’s trouble.”
Steve scoffed. “Eddie couldn’t hurt a fly. He’d run in the opposite direction. You’re just wary cause he’s Hawkins’ best dealer.”
Hopper huffed and rapped his knuckles on the coffee table. “That’s exactly it. I don’t none of you kids getting involved in that shit.”
“And we won’t, you old man,” exclaimed Mike from where he sat between Will and El. “No one here is interested in that shit and I doubt he’d sell to any of us.”
Lucas and Will nodded. El had no idea what they were talking about.
Steve snorted and shared a look with Jonathan and Joyce.
“Anyway,” Steve interrupted before Hopper and Mike could chew each other’s heads off. “I better get Mike and Lucas home soon.”
Everyone groaned, including El.
“Why not have a sleepover?” El asked slowly, piecing together the sentence.
Steve shrugged. “I have no objections. But you’d all be going home early cause I have work.”
“Why couldn’t we go to work with you?” asked Mike. Lucas and Will nodded while El looked at him and Hopper expectantly.
“Um—“ Steve looked at Hopper.
“Steve, El. Kitchen please.” Hopper stood up and walked off, expecting them to follow. Steve gulped and followed with El. Oh what the fuck?
Eddie was positively floating the next day. He was convinced he actually had a chance Steve Harrington of all people. And no one was telling him otherwise.
As promised to Steve the previous day, Eddie was back at Scoops Ahoy. He was tagged along with Jeff and Gareth just as yesterday— but with the new addition Brian finally joining them.
(Idk if I gave him a name in the other parts so he’s Brian now.)
Just as Eddie opened the door to walk in, it burst open and he was surrounded by four familiar kids. There was a new face who lingered towards the back and Eddie waved at her. She waved back, but didn’t smile. It kind of threw Eddie off.
But Steve was inside the shop with Robin, talking animatedly to Jonathan, and Eddie felt right at home.
Man, when did that happen?
OK OK IM SORRY ILL MAKE A PART 4 😭😭
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yosukeburger · 3 months
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P5X New Character Info
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All the character info are shown on the live. Everything is presented under the cut.
Yui Bui (CV: Chika Anzai) Persona: Aspdueds A mysterious girl the protagonist meets in the virtual world. Obsessed with acquiring large amounts of land, the two decided to grow crops on the land at the suggestion of the protagonist. She has an innocent and innocent personality, and occasionally reveals her confused side. She is an Electric teammate.
Hina/Akina/Haruna Nishimori Riddle (CV: Yui Ogura) Persona: Daeira A 10-year-old childrens clothing model was selected as a model for an advertising agency because of the cute and delicate appearance. Cheerful, with strong curiosity, she walks follows adults and asks questions. When she doesn’t get the answer she wants, she will act like a spoiled brat… It’s so overwhelming! She is a Psy teammate.
Toshiya Sumi Sepia (CV: Junya Enoki) Persona: Gorgyra An unemployment young man who often hangs out at the fishing grounds and is known as the “fishing immortal”. There was a glorious record of catching the fish king without a fishhook. Although he is not very old, he has his own unique logic of understanding emotions and life, and his words are often astonishing. He is a curse teammate.
Miyu Sahara Puppet (CV: Kana Ichinose) Persona: Nemertes A girl in the first year of high school, the daughter of a member of the local House of Representatives. The appearance looks docile and polite, but in fact, she has her own opinions. Because she violated her parents' ardent expectations in future planning, she ran away from home and was determined to support herself with both hands. She is a navigator.
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genoartus · 5 months
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Past the river, through the oaks, beyond the swamp and fighting through the woods, scale the mountain and past the bamboo, you might spot one lone soul in its midst, just follow the melody, or be lost forever.
Sloooowly getting *another* new project idea rolling thats actually been getting a lot more lore than suspected. It began as me playing around with a sonic texture pack on minecraft, building some cool home in the mountains while redesigning an adoptable I once got to fit it more, before it ran away and came back not a sonic nor minecraft project anymore XD
But I have been meaning to try and do some non human ocs that aren't too close to the sonic style, as seen with my cat ocs like Lazuli, or Minecraft OCs like Gingko or Enoki.
A short description of this universe: SoS - Son of Smoke A young tiger named Sol has come from the mountains, leaving Kemuri's care, to go and learn the newly blossoming art of technology from a mechanic in the nearest village. The mechanic takes him on as his student, but a simple apprenticeship becomes much more as threats of monsters which roam the night become secondary to the ever rising issues of angels - large, floral, almost kaiju like beasts - appearing and causing issues for the village. Sol joins his mentor's team against them, who are working on a plan to finally rid their home fully from their unwanted guests...
Welp, time to get to designing Sol, the actual protagonist so far XD i do hope you like Kemuri though, and his lovely mix and match of animal features.
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anomaly-hivemind · 7 months
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Sweater Holders|| Tanjiro X Inosuke
Chapter Four, Chapter Six
Warnings: Aged-Up Characters, Alternate Universe, Angst, Bottom!Inosuke, Breeding, College!AU Cuddles, Douma, Fluff, Gae, Himbos, MDNI, Mental Comfort, Mutual Pining, Potential Gore, Top! Tanjiro, Virgin, Biting, Body Worship, Bottom, Eventual Smut, Friends to Lovers, if you know you know, Inotan, Teacher!Muzan, Slowburn, Smut, TanjirosBigAssForehead, Top
Chapter Five
Reccommended Song(s): Dreamy, Gymnopedie No. 1
“So this is your grandmother's restaurant huh?” Tanjiro said, picking at a hangnail on his index finger.
“Yeah, but she’s not actually my grandmother,” Inosuke said as he leaned back comfortably into the seat of the plush booth.
Tanjiro and Zenitsu’s eyes widened at Inosukes words.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Zenitsu asked.
“Well my mom had me when she was only a teenager, and her parents weren’t very happy so they kicked her out. After that, she went to live with my bio dad, but it turns out that he’s a huge asshole so she ran away. That's when she met Hisa, who took care of her.”
“Oh.”
“Damn… Sucks,” Zenitsu said, a blank expression on his face. Tanjiro gave him a side eye that turned into a slight glare before speaking.
“Zenitsu, why would you say that!” Tanjiro whispered loudly as he chopped Zenitsu across the head.
“Come on man, what the hell are you supposed to say to that!”
“Anything less incentive!” He gets ready for another swing at the back of Zenitsu’s head again but halts as the waiter appears.
“Hello I’m Fuku and I’ll be your server today. Can I start you all off with some drinks?” She speaks in a soft tone; holding a notepad in hand.
“I'll have a water thank you,” Tanjiro spoke first
“Green ice tea thanks,” Inosuke told the waiter.
“I’ll take Sprite please,” Zenitsu asked last.
“Alright, would you like to place your meals now or do you need more time?” Fuku wrote down each drink before looking up at the boys.
“Well I’m ready but do either of you need some more time to think it over?” Tanjiro asked, a gentle smile on his face.
“I’m all good”
“Yea, same here,”
“Okay, then can we start with you?” Fuku pointed her pen at Tanjiro.
“I'll have the kakuni and nikujaga,” Tanjiro said as if he had ordered his choice millions of times before.
“I want enoki mushrooms and could you add miso soup, also shrimp tempura,”
“Yeah of course…, and for you?” Fuku nods and then points her pen toward Zenitsu.
“Can I get this soy-glazed eggplant donburi?” Zenitsu says as he points at the item on the menu.
“So we have water with kakuni and nikujaga, green ice tea with enoki mushrooms with a side of miso soup and shrimp tempura and lastly a sprite with soy glazed eggplant donburi?"
They all gave nods indicating she got in all right.
“Alright, I'll get that all to you guys shortly,” She nodded and walked off.
They made short conversation about their days, but every so often Inosuke would catch Tanjiro’s eyes, and feel his heartbeat a little faster.
“Here is your food. Let me know if you need anything.” She hands the group their plates, bowls, and drinks from her two trays.
“Itadakimasu!”
……………………………………
As they finished up their food and they said their farewells to Zenitsu for he said he had to go off and do something. Inosuke couldn’t help but sneak fleeting glances at Tanjiro. It seemed to him that his eyes were drifting over to the red-headed boy.
“Are you okay? Inosuke you’ve been a bit quiet today,” Tanjiro asked, His eyebrows furrowed in concern.
Warmth flooded Inosuke’s face and he quickly turned to face away from Tanjiro, speeding up to walk ahead of him.
“Hey wait, please don’t start running again,” Tanjiro called out, reaching forward to grab Inosuke’s wrist.
“Ah- let go!” Inosuke quickly jerked away from Tanjiro and clenched his chest tightly. His heart was thumping wildly and he felt like it would jump right out of his chest.
Tanjiro took a step forward and pressed his hand to Inosukes cheek and forehead. Holding them in place before taking his other hand to feel his own.
“W-what the hell are you doing?”
“Inosuke you have a fever, you’re burning up!” Tanjiro said, his voice raised slightly and his face laced with concern.
“Huh?” A wave of fatigue washed over Inosuke and he felt his eyelids grow heavy. His chest heaved roughly as he held his arm out against Tanjiro as he tried to steady himself.
“We have to get you to a doctor, just hold on okay,” Tanjiro said, pulling him up over his shoulder.
“No- I’ll be fine okay, just not… there.” Inosuke slumped over onto Tanjiro’s shoulder and his sweat beaded on his pale forehead. Inosuke’s chest heaved as he let out shallow breaths.
Tanjiro took a deep breath, this is what he was preparing for, he told himself. He could take care of a sick person. It's one of the things he grew up doing. Having as many young siblings as he did along with his major.
“Okay just hold on Inosuke, my place isn’t that far from here,” Tanjiro said as he tried to steady Inosuke on his feet. When they got to the apartment complex Tanjiro mentally cursed himself for picking an apartment on the third floor.
“Inosuke just hold on okay,” Tanjiro adjusted Inosuke over his shoulders and started his trek up the three flights of stairs. As Tajiro guided Inosuke to lie down he thanked his past self for changing his sheets this morning. It had been a real pain to wake up early this morning since he skipped wash day. But It’s nice that it turned out this way or he would've had to waste time pulling out a futon.
“Just stay here okay, I’ll be right back,” Tanjiro rushed out of the room, to get a clean rag and wet it with cold water. He returned to his room where he gently placed it on Inosuke’s head and pulled a thick blanket over his body, making sure his feet were fully covered and a draft wasn’t going to get to them.
“Are your feet still cold?”
“They feel like they’re going to freeze off,” Inosuke said, shivering under the cover. Tanjiro pulled out another blanket from his closet and placed it over Inosuke.
“Get some rest okay, I’m going to make you something to eat okay,” Tanjiro said, tenderly tucking the blanket under Inosuke’s chin.
Tanjiro looked behind him to see Inosuke quickly drifting off to sleep. A small smile rested on his face before he quietly shut the door and walked to the small kitchen of the apartment.
Welp, I certainly can’t cook like my mother but I’m pretty average; I can at least not screw up oyaku. Tanjiro thought while he rolled up his sleeves and put on an apron.
As he washed the rice and set it to a boil his mind drifted to Inosuke. He should’ve done something more to prevent him from getting sick, he was training to be a doctor for god’s sake and he couldn’t even keep his friend from catching a cold.
He had to have brought a jacket or a coat of some sort. He should've gone back for it or something, if only his legs were a little faster he could’ve caught Inosuke before he ran half a mile in the chilly November air.
Maybe I should call his mother, but I don't want to wake up Inosuke just to ask for his mom’s number, he needs his rest. Tanjiro slowly stirred the fluffy rice.
Pulling him out of his thoughts, the jingling of keys in the door. He was surprised when he and Inosuke arrived Zenitsu wasn‘t already at home.
“Hey Zenitsu, welcome back!” Tanjiro said not to look up from the pot as he added miso and chicken stock to the boiled rice.
“AH- um Tanjiro I didn't know you’d be home, I thought you and the feral one were heading back to campus,” Zenitsu said as he wrung his hands together and bounced his leg vigorously.
“Why are you standing in the doorway like a weirdo, just coming in already letting out all the good heat,” Tanjiro said as he looked out. Behind Zenitsu, who seemed to be sweating profusely, Tanjiro could see a peak of black hair.
Curiously Tanjiro moved away from the stove to get a better look and to his surprise met eyes with no other but his younger sister Nezuko.
“Oh. What are you doing here Nezuko?” Tanjiro asked as They finally slipped their shoes off and closed the door behind them.
“Well I was just was, how do I, was out and then um just happened to run into each other l-like somehow and just like that just like bam walking and talking and talking and walking and and and you know and and an um I I i- anyways” Zenitsu stuttered out; His hands moving in sporadic motions as he babbled about.
“I’m tired of tip-toeing around. Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and I are dating.” Nezuko said, stepping forward and grabbing Zenitsu’s hand.
“Ohhh okay…” Tanjiro said before he stepped back to his rice porridge on the stove.
“Can’t you say anything else?!” Zenitsu said.
“Um, How long have you two been together?”
“Maybe about a month or two,” Nezuko answered.
“SO you aren't mad or anything are you?” Zenitsu asked,a drop of sweat dripping down from underneath his bangs.
“No, but you two mean a lot to me so treat each other right okay,” Tanjiro said, a pang of sadness shooting through his heart. He would hate it if Nezuko and Zenitsu ended up like him and Kanao. They didn’t end on the worst of terms, but breaking up with someone who you thought might be your forever…
It hurt all the same.
“I’m happy for you guys,” Tanjiro looked at the both of them for a moment with a smile.
“Alright then…what are you making?” Nezuko tilted her head to glance at her brother's cooking.
“Oyaku,” Tanjiro smiled. Nezuko quickly came in beside him and reached for an apron in a drawer.
"Who’s that?” Nezuko looked at Inosuke walking out of Tanjiro’s room. His face is slightly red and shining with sweat and he leaned on the doorframe.
“Oh did you bring someone over,how scandalous.” Zenitsu didn't bother to turn to look at the person. Making an effort to wiggle his brows at Tanjiro.
“What are you even talking about?” Tanjiro looked at Zenitsu with a glare but turning to see Inosuke his gaze softened. Setting aside the food he prepared for it to cool down he walked over to the sick boy.
“What are you doing up? I told you to rest.” Tanjiro placed his hands gently on his shoulders.
“I ran out of water.”
“Oh, I'll get you another one.”
“Thanks” Inosuke muttered before walking back into the room.
“What happened with the feral one?” he pointed to the empty door entrance.
“He has a fever.” Tanjiro grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and sticking the oyaku inside as he talked.
“How did that happen? He was fine like an hour ago.”
“Running in the cold without a jacket will do that.” He grabbed the cold bottle and walked into his room where the boy lay peacefully in the blankets.
Tanjiro walked quietly into his room, the bottle of water. Inosuke turned slowly to the door and saw Tanjiro holding water. He sat up and let the cover fall down to his waist. Tanjiro handed the stuff he had in his hands carefully.
“Thanks…again.” grabbing what he was giving with shaky hands.
“After you eat, get some more rest” Inosuke nodded and watched as Tanjiro wet the rag that had once been on Inosuke’s head.
“Where are you going to sleep?”
“On the couch” he shrugged.
Inosuke chugged the bottle of water like he had been on a deserted island and weakly wiped his mouth. He placed the bottle on the bedside table and laid back down. Tanjiro has sweat drip down his big ass forehead as he watches the ordeal.
“I’ll check up on you later, get some rest.”
“Thanks… Tanjiro,” Inosuke said before he drifted off to sleep.
Tanjiro held a small smile as Inosuke drifted into unconsciousness, he walked out of the room, closing the door close behind him lightly. He looked over to his sister and roommate coddled up on the couch he planned to sleep on. He watched them enjoy a conversation he wasn’t really trying to listen to.
“I plan to sleep on that couch so try to keep all your liquid in your body,” Tanjiro spoke in a flat tone as he walked back into the kitchen to get something to eat for himself.
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bookgirl22hhn · 7 months
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Night1! September 1 2023
Arrival: Stay and scream (pouring rain)
Rotten pumpkin from the today café (Pumpkin spice crème brulee garnished with buttercream leaves and ganache stem)
Monsters unmasked: 45 minute wait
Nightmare fuel 8 o’clock show (first show)
Gringotts: Walk on, rode twice
Death eaters in diagon alley
Shipyard 32: Horrors Unhinged
Roaming Megan’s
Chucky’s booth: Heart of Damballa (New Amsterdam vodka with guava and lime juice, simple syrup, cucumber and mint syrup,sea salt flakes and edible glitter)
Vamp ’69: Summer of Blood
Last of us booth: Left Behind Ravioli (Mini cheese ravioli with marinara, truffle cream, garlic bread and tempura fried enoki mushrooms), FEDRA Ration Bar (Scotcheroo bar with coffee flavored chocolate, peanut butter and Rice Krispies), Salt Lake City Iced Coffee (Brewed coffee, JF Haden's Espresso Liqueur, Cruzan Light Rum, vanilla bean, smoked sea salt and Hella Smoked bitters)
Yeti booth: Vegan Burnt Ends Poutine(Crispy fries, topped with beefless burnt ends gravy, vegan cheeses and scallions) (Ran in to Shaw still tour guide)
Dueling dragons house: 1 hour wait. Fire on right.
Met R and W in line for dueling dragons (new besties)
Ran into K from high school outside dueling exit
Vamp ’69: Summer of Blood
Dr. Oddfellow’s Collection of Horrors
Dark Zodiac
Jungle of Doom: Expedition Horror
Games for prizes (Lilly and Herman, plus two pandas)
Remet up with R and W
Dr. Oddfellow’s Twisted Origins: 25 minutes
The Last of Us: 15 minutes
Out! 2:45AM
Coins: 1 quarter
Money count: 0.25
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trashexplorer · 3 years
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BLCD 2021: August Releases
Legends:
✓ - have
💡 - interested
✘ - not interested (but will probably still listen to)
🙏 - dying for
1. Hidamari ga Kikoeru - Limit 1 - ✘ 
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Release Date: 2021/08/25
Cast: Furukawa Makoto x Enoki Junya
Synopsis: Adaptation of the sequel of the same name. 
2. Oshi to Nete Shimatta ga? ✘
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Release Date: 2021/08/25
Cast: Itou Kento x Amasaki Kouhei
Synopsis: Enatsu works at a bad company and spends his time miserably. His only salvation is Yuki-kun, a dazzling stage actor. Enatsu wins a raffle during a bus tour with Yuki-kun that awards him some alone time with him plus a guaranteed granted request. Enatsu being the fucking idiot that he was asked to see the man’s dick then feels so guilty about it after the fact, so he swears to distance himself from Yuki-kun from then on, but badabing badaboom Yuki-kun shows up at his doorstep the next day. ✌️ (sumimasen I am off my tl game rn)
3. Tsunaida Koi no Kanaekata 😬
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Release Date: 2021/08/25
Cast: Shingaki Tarusuke x Eguchi Takuya 😬😬😬
Synopsis: Adaptation of the second volume of the series.
4. Dakaretai Otoko Ichii ni Odosareteimasu 7 ✘
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Release date: 2021/08/27
Cast: Ono Yuuki x Takahashi Hiroki
Synopsis: Adaptation of the 7th volume of the series.
5. Fukutsu no Zono ✘
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Release Date: 2021/08/27
Cast: Amasaki Kouhei x Kawanishi Kengo
Synopsis: Deto and delinquent Zono are merely opponents. But then Deto discovered Zono's weakness. If his neck is touched, Zono will let out erotic sounds. Hearing Zono's erotic moans, Deto's lower-body reacted and left him confused. One day, Deto ran into Zono, who was beaten into a pulp by his father, despite being very strong in fighting. Deto rushed in to rescue Zono. And why was Zono wearing fancy, cute-looking clothes? 
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chiisanahoshi · 2 years
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[Tokyo 24-ku | Ending Theme] "255,255,255" by Aoi Shuuta (CV: Enoki Junya), Akagi Ran (CV: Uchida Yuuma), Suidou Kouki (CV: Ishikawa Kaito)
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ikemenfangirl · 2 years
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Original TV anime
Title: TOKYO TWENTY FOURTH WARD
Produced by CoverWorks
On Air: January 2022
Website: https://tokyo24project.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/tokyo24_project
PV: https://youtu.be/lUfoZt0FHMc
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An artificial island in Tokyo Bay, known as the "24th Ward", a special area outside the law of the Far East.
Shuta, Ran, and Koki, who were born and raised there, had different family backgrounds, hobbies, and personalities, but they were always childhood friends.
However, their relationship changes drastically in the wake of a certain incident.
At the mass of the first anniversary of the incident, the telephones of the three people who happened to meet again suddenly ring all at once. It was an incoming call from a supposedly dead companion, urging them to "choose the future."
The three try to protect the future of their beloved
CAST
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Shuta Aoi CV: Junya Enoki #榎木淳弥
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Ran Akagi CV: Uchida Yuma #内田雄馬
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Koki Suido CV: Ishikawa Kaito #石川界人
ออริจินัลอนิเมะใหม่ เตรียมฉายมกราคม ปีหน้า
ในพื้นพื่ปกครองพิเศษ นอกกฎหมาย ชูตะ, รัน และโคคิ เติบโตขึ้นที่นั่น
1 ปี หลังจากเหตุการณ์หนึ่งที่สายสัมพันธ์ของเพื่อนสมัยเด็กทั้งสามเปลี่ยนแปลงไป
โทรศัพท์มือถือของทั้งสามคนที่บังเอิญได้พบกันก็ดังขึ้น เสียงเรียกเข้าจากเพื่อนที่คิดว่าเสียชีวิตไปแล้ว บอกให้พวกเขา ‘เลือกอนาคต’
ทั้งสามจะปกป้องอนาคตที่รักไว้ได้หรือไม่
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angelz-dust · 3 years
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masters of none - part 2 (jason todd x reader)
summary: thank you all for taking interest in this! i’ve gotten wonderful feedback and helpful criticism that i appreciate so much. i’ve decided to give you guys some more jason since i’m sure you all want to see him lol. i have a plan tho so bear with me. we are currently laying the foundation.
word count: 2.9k
warnings: alcohol. food mention. anxious reader.
part 1 /// part 3
ungodly hour
when you decide you like yourself. when you decide you need someone. when you don't have to think about it.
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you felt an uncomfortable churning in your stomach as your bare back pressed against the cold leather seats of the limousine. you laced your fingers and rested your hand over your middle, hoping the subtle self soothing would calm your nerves. it wasn't everyday you went to a wayne gala after all. your silence and clear discomfort was enough to stir a reaction from misha, one of your fellow producers and stylist.
"you doing alright over there?" she asked after applying her lipgloss, carefully wiping the corners of her mouth.
"chillin'," you responded with a little shrug.
that was a lie. you felt like you were going to shit and projectile vomit simultaneously. however, it was freezing in the limo so you were definitely chilling in some sense of the word. your navy off the shoulder dress made of tulle embroidered with stars but it wasn't really warm. your shoulders were exposed and so was a good portion of your arms. you didn't know how misha was holding up in her dress. her entire back and arms had to protection from the cold at all.
"you know this isn't a big deal, right?" she reminded you gently. she must have picked up on your discomfort. "we'll go in, i'll network with the old money of gotham, and we'll leave."
"yeah but where does that leave me?" you asked her, shifting in your seat and almost slipping out of it. the tulle didn't provide much traction against the slippery leather. "i'm your plus one, remember? i serve no purpose."
"i thought that was the selling point," she pouted before making an attempt to cheer you up. "you don't serve no purpose. you're there to make me look good. my arm candy."
"i believe people may see it as the other way around," you informed her with a sigh. "but... fine. as long as you don't leave me alone."
"and let somebody snatch up my trophy wife?" misha scoffed, causing you to exhale through your nose with a barely visible smile. "i'm not letting you out of my sight!"
the limousine slowly stopped in front of the venue, your door lined up with the red carpet that had been laid out for the guests. it was time. you glanced around, briefly considering your escape plan just as the driver had opened the door, snuffing our any idiotic thoughts you had about jumping out through the sunroof or shimming out of the opposing window, away from the prying eyes of the paparazzi.
the lights. bright, blinding white lights flashing on and off. if you weren't acutely aware of where you were at the moment, you would've thought some kid had an essay due at midnight with the furious clicking and shuttering that filled your ears. misha was the first to step out, waiting for you to maneuver your way out.
the golden light emanating from the venue, paired with the harsh lights from the press honestly made misha look even more beautiful than normal. here you were, completely out of your element, standing next to a goddess in lilac chiffon. you looked up at her, noticing how the soft edges of her face contrasted with the sharp ones of her collarbone and the plunging v neck only accentuated that. the person you were with wasn't your friend, or your label mate. no, you were with gotham's resident fashionista and trendsetter, misha matsuri. if anyone was the arm candy, it was her.
you were brought out of your trance when she linked arms with you and began leading out down the red carpet. you honestly couldn't make out what the paparazzi were shouting at you both, aside from the occasional scream of your names. normally, you'd be a little more lively but this was a very important and formal event. it wasn't like the times where you went to award shows and you could feed off of the other seven's excited energy. you weren't surrounded by fans or people who were interested in hearing about you. you were here for misha and only her. you liked that aspect of it, but it was still uncharted territory for you.
"misha! can you tell us more about your foundation?" a reporter asked, pushing through the eager paparazzi who wanted to monopolize on their close contact with you both.
"of course," misha smiled, flipping her hair out of her face. "to cut to the chase, m squared is making fashion accessible to everyone. we've have homeless people on the streets who have no access to clothes that are befitting of the harsh weather they endure on a daily basis. we have low income families who can't afford to give their children new clothing for the school year. there are people who can't afford a nice shirt and slacks for their job interviews. our goal is the provide these people with what they need. access to clothing is a necessity, not a luxury."
you listened to misha and felt pride swell up in your chest, replacing the nausea that had plagued you previously. you were quickly reminded of why you came with her in the first place. she was trying to do something wonderful for the community and aid others in doing the same.
misha left it at that, dragging you along once she had said what she wanted. "see? that wasn't so bad."
"we haven't even crossed the threshold, mother teresa," you reminded her, jerking your chin in the direction of the large double doors behind held open for you both. misha flashed her invitation to the bouncer, quickly being let in.
the two of you walked in and you were stunned at the venue. everyone was dressed to the nines. you recognized many politicians, socialites, and some celebrities as you worked your way to the main ballroom. you felt your eyes widened as you saw bruce wayne out socializing with his guests. you had seen him on the news and in magazines but never in person. he was much taller than you expected. and closer in proximity to you. how was that happening?
"miss matsuri, miss l/n," he had greeted you both, almost surprising you. you weren't sure if misha brought you to him or he brought himself to you. maybe they met halfway while you were in shock. either way, he was here now. "it's wonderful to finally meet you both."
both? he knew you? bruce wayne knew you?
"thank you for your invitation, mr. wayne," misha smiled politely as they gently shook hands. he turned to you, offering you the same courtesy. you felt your brain lag out before you snapped out of it, taking his hand with nervous laughter. "it was a pleasant surprise."
"anyone that has the best interest of gotham in mind deserves recognition and support for their efforts. and please, bruce is fine."
you zoned out as bruce gave you the run down on the place. your eyes wandered around, occasionally lining up with a location bruce was telling you about. you were brought out of your boredom when you heard a loud crash off in the distance. you saw a group of four boys all surrounding a broken champagne bottle like it was a crime scene. you saw a twinge of annoyance on bruce's face before he collected himself.
"please excuse me. i need to reprimand my sons," he said apologetically, making his way over to the group who paled at his presence, except for the youngest one.
"father, this was todd's doing," you heard him say with a frown. "he kept antagonizing drake and they knocked over the champagne. grayson and i were merely bystanders."
"you are such a snitch," the apparent perpetrator sneered.
"here, come on," misha laughed, dragging you away from the scene. "i have old men to seduce for their money."
your gaze lingered on the group while you were dragged away. you knew that none of them were related by blood, expect for the little one and bruce, but handsome clearly ran in the wayne family. there must be something in that expensive tap water.
you spent majority of the night helping misha on her quest for benefactors. she wasn't made of money and she had made it clear that she didn't want money coming from the community. she wanted to 'milk the rich bastards of gotham for everything they've got' or something to that effect.
not actively participating in these conversations required you to try and keep yourself occupied. you started counting the chandeliers (there were five), thinking about one of the tracks you were working on (the chorus was lacking something and you didn't know what it was), and at one point you tried listening in on other conversations, hoping to hear about something juicy (you didn't).
how many glasses of champagne have you had now? three? four? you lost count. you realized you should've been counting them instead of the chandeliers. either way, you were definitely starting to feel the effects of that err. or was that the sensation of being watched?
misha had left to use the bathroom, leaving you by the fancy finger foods. as you ate the bacon wrapped enoki mushrooms, you could feel the presence of another person. you swallowed your food with a helpful swig of champagne before turning to the person who had made a claim on one of the strawberries with chocolate drizzle.
you watched as his lips parted, carefully taking a bite of the potentially messy dessert, his gaze directed at you. it was the handsome wayne boy from earlier. the champagne murderer was what you were calling him in your head. he was very tall and much better looking up close. his eyes were very striking, too. from the look in those eyes, you quickly figured out what he was trying to do.
"she's in the bathroom," you informed him, his brow perking silently as he chewed the berry, licking his lips of any lingering juice. he had this look on his face. confusion? but then you saw him fighting back a smile as he looked down at the table before looking over at you again.
"who?" he asked, his tone and look in his eyes awfully playful. you confused his flirty tone for coyness.
"don't play dumb," you laughed. normally, you wouldn't help out guys when it came to getting on misha's good side but you were making an exception for the dangerously handsome champagne murderer. "i can't give you her number. she hates that. but if it's any consolation, you're definitely her type."
"well, what about you?" he asked after taking a short pause to digest your words. "am i your type?"
you scoffed. the gall of this man. 
"am i the backup plan or something?"
"no," he said, his lips pursed slightly as he shook his head. "would you like to be?"
"there's not going to be a plan to back up if you're trying it with me," you told him seriously. what a dick. it was to be expected, though. he was bruce wayne's son after all. of course he was a player.
"i never said i was trying anything. you're the one who keeps assuming things," he reminded you with a little grin. "had it occurred to you that i came over here, simply wanting to indulge myself in these divine strawberries?"
and he did just that, looking you in the eye as he took a slow bite of his new berry, raising a brow as you watched him. "what?"
"are they as divine as you anticipated?" you asked, not being able to resist some teasing.
"absolutely."
there was something about the way he answered you. was he flirting? were you flirting? the champagne was making it hard to read the situation. there was no way someone as gorgeous as him would spare you a glance and even if he did, you didn't have the time or energy for romance.
"alright. i'll be honest. i came over here because, well, i'm a fan," he told you, turning his body to fully face you now.
"oh," you nodded, not sure what to say next. when people led with that, it always felt awkward. were you supposed to say thank you, or was that weird?
"yeah. i've always wanted to meet batman."
you visibly paused, turning to face him as you watched him give you a lopsided grin. you breathed out a laugh, shaking your head. so he was a fan. he was referencing something you tweeted a few days ago. someone had jokingly made a conspiracy thread, claiming at you and the rest of cloud 9 were the vigilantes of gotham. they had theorized that you were orphan, to which you rebuffed, saying that you were clearly batman and they were blind not to see the resemblance.
"shhh, it's a secret," you whispered, putting your index finger to your lips. 
"ohhh. right, right. my mistake," he whispered back with a firm nod. "how do you juggle your two jobs, though? seems difficult."
"well, if you must know, batman is actually a robot that i control from the comfort of my couch. very advanced technology. you wouldn't get it," you joked, making jason laugh out loud. was it really that funny or were you missing something?
"funny," he answered unintentionally. or you thought. could he read minds? "i'm jason."
"jason," you tested out his name on your tongue. jason. you liked it. "wayne?"
"todd," he quickly corrected you, seeming very adamant that you understood that.
"jason todd," you said again, almost addicted to how it sounded coming from your lips. jason. jason todd.
"and you're y/n l/n," he said, almost as if he were telling you, reminding you that was your name. you weren't sure if you liked saying his name or hearing him say yours more. before you could even register what was happening, he took your hand and gave it a soft kiss.
you locked eyes with him as he looked up at you with his lips, soft as silk, pressed against your knuckles. you could see something in them. he looked... unsure. afraid of his actions. you found yourself subconsciously mirroring his expression in an effort to try and identify it.
"it's a pleasure to finally meet you," you said breathlessly, noting how his demeanor changing a little now that the two of you searched each other's souls for a few seconds. he rubbed his thumb over your fingers before letting go.
"pleasure's all mine," he said, his voice softer now. he was the one who broke eye contact, looking around absentmindedly. he grabbed another strawberry, about to eat it when you went to carefully grab it from him. his lips grazed your fingers as he loosened his lazy grip, letting you take it from him.
"you can't hog them all," you informed him, trying it out for yourself. they were divine, just as jason described them to be. you let out a satisfied hum, which seemed to grab his attention.
"things always taste better when they belong to someone else, right?" he teased and you couldn't help but wonder if there was a double meaning to that.
"you don't own the strawberries, jason.”
"no, but i owned the one that's in your mouth, y/n."
you were sure he was saying these things on purpose now. you just smiled, softly sucking the juice off the pads of your fingers. seldom did the opportunity to harmlessly flirt with someone present itself so you wanted to enjoy it while you could. during your back and forth, you could feel yourself holding back, despite this. you felt jason was doing the same. you were both constantly thinking about what you were doing and actively fighting against it but not doing a very good job at it. it was odd, but you felt like you and jason had this unspoken, mutual understanding for what you were doing in that moment.
still, you couldn't let yourself fall into that trap. you knew when this was all over, that was it. nothing would come from it and you were fine with that. besides, he was a fan, right? it wasn’t right to be with a fan. there was a power imbalance there that you weren’t looking to exploit.
"sorry to interrupt, but my wife and i have an early morning tomorrow," you heard misha say from behind you as she wrapped her long, slender arms around you. saved by the bell.
"wife?" he parroted, giving you a curious look.
"yeah, for like, two more hours," you reminded her as you glanced at your watch.
"and you have to respect the sanctity of our fake marriage until then. just like cinderella," misha told you, putting her arm around your shoulder now.
"i don't think that's how the story goes," you laughed, giving jason an apologetic look afterwards. "i should get going."
"i understand. i'd hate to be branded a home wrecker," he joked and misha gave him a look.
"oh, i'm sure you would," she smirked, tugging you along. "goodbye, thief."
"bye jason," you called to him, waving goodbye, receiving a silent wave and smile in return.
"what was that about?" misha nudged you playfully, giving you a suggestive look as she led you through the maze of bodies blocking your escape route.
"i'll tell you on the way home."
you exited the venue from the back, where your limo was waiting for you. what started out as a scary social event ended up being surprisingly fun. you learned a thing or two from watching misha network and that conversation with jason was entertaining, to say the least. you wondered if you’d ever run into him again.
probably not.
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kumonokyojin · 3 years
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Juju Talk Episode 10 Highlights
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Back with highlights for Episode 10 of Juju Talk with Enoki Junya (Itadori’s VA) and Uchida Yuuma (Fushiguro’s VA)! I figured with Yuuma coming back next week for two more episodes (omg just become a co-host please), it’s time I get this out haha. Always a fun time with these two!
Highlights
Yuuma really liked Gojo’s quote about how being a jujutsushi is like competing in an individual sport, he also likened it to how it’s like being a seiyuu and basically being self-employed (lol)
He also mentioned he’s similar to his character in that he’s also the kind of guy who would in situations also “bunt” like Fushiguro did in the baseball game
Another point that Yuuma really relates to Fushiguro is thinking about what they say to people ahead of time and to be careful with his words and not cross-talking or speaking too much, Enojun agrees with him too that it’s hard to figure out how much to talk when on a show or during an interview
Both of them agree that Gojo’s first impression to elementary schooler Fushiguro was that he was…not a good person (LMAO, can’t disagree)
Got confirmation that Tsumiki’s VA is Hayami Saori (yessss, one of my favorites, I can’t wait to hear more of her in the future hopefully!)
Yuuma voices Fushiguro’s domain expansion line, “Chimera Shadow Garden” which you can listen to here!
Both Junya and Yuuma comment about how difficult the kanji is for “Chimera Shadow Garden” to read haha
Yuuma said he was really excited to see how Fushiguro’s domain expansion would be animated, seeing his character launch a killer technique like Kamehameha haha
Junya and Yuuma refer to the Cursed Wombs: Death Painting trio of brothers’ VAs as the strong “Legendary Seiyuu” (like Namikawa Daisuke as Chouso) because they grew up respecting them, some of them were even acting possibly before they were born!
They both joked about how Kechizu’s VA, Yamaguchi Kappei, was quoted in Weekly Shounen Jump saying that he would work hard so that Kechizu could become a plushie to sell as JJK goods haha
Yuuma: “Kechizu’s face is so scary!”
Junya: “We don’t know which mouth he talks out of because he has two!”
Q&A time!
The first question asked the two to reflect back on their school days and when something bad happened, what did they use for motivation to come back from it, the asker was having trouble studying for their final exams
Junya remembered one incident back when he was sitting in the school lobby and a girl got really close to him because she thought he looked like this famous ikemen student but when she saw his face she said loudly so that everybody could hear, “You’re not him!” (OMG)
He said he couldn’t keep his motivation there understandably (lol)
Yuuma tries reassuring him that Junya’s cousin who’s also a VA, Anzai Chika, told him that Junya was the handsomest guy from their family
Junya: “That doesn’t make me happy being praised by my cousin!”
Relating back to Fushiguro, Yuuma said he mostly ran away from anything he didn’t like back in school
Junya’s response? “The most hopeless kind of guy…” (LOL)
Apparently, Yuuma hated P.E. back in the day and hated moving in general (hahaha I see Fushiguro in him here too), making up excuses for skipping class, especially for swimming lessons
On the other hand, he really worked hard for his music classes and his after-school activities in the brass band club
Both Junya and Yuuma conclude that you should do your best for the things you like…but then backtrack when they remember it’s final exams, so they just encourage the asker to work hard now because it will pay off in the future with more JJK to enjoy haha
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Thanks for reading! I can’t believe Yuuma’s already coming back next week for more new episodes with Junya! In the manga too, it seems Yuuji and Megumi are reunited now on their search for Hakari. It’s a good time to be an Itafushiita fan. :’)
Previous Juju Talk highlights:
Episode 9 | Episode 1
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misstyery · 3 years
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Hi, congrats for your 100 followers ☺️, can i request for the matchup event, if it cool?
So first of all im gonna say that I'm a demiace with preference to the guys, and for my personality i would say im the type that go from 0 to 100 hundred really quick like if im into something i would do anything related to it and if im not im distancing myself from it. I also a loyal person, especially to my old friends and would do anything for them. So in general, im a cheerful, sometimes air headed, really lazy girl and go with the flow type of person that like to do stuff at home. I like reading, especially fictions, swimming, cooking, listening music for hours and window shopping from time to time, i too also enjoy physical touch, warm hugs and cuddles are just 🥰🥰 for me. I also find myself kinda difficult to stay focused hdhshsh, so it would be amazing to be with someone that could help me with that. I also like to think i am a confident but kinda sensitive person, well more like not caring what people say in general except if it like my loved one then i would probably get insecure lmao but i would do everything that could make me happy. Also im a chubby girl that like to eat, like a lot, especially enoki mushroom and noodles lmao, btw enoki mushroom with black bean sauce are so good 😩. Oohh i also think if there's like a cute scenario with a s/o it probably be like doing skin care together or even grocery shopping together, both of them sounds so domestic it really hit close to the heart 😌. Anyway sorry if this a lot, sounds like im rambling and really messy, once again congrats for your 100 followers and the pic on your event post are really cool, cant wait to see more awesome stuff from you ☺️
❀ i match you with... mirio!
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notes: first matchup done! thanks for all the compliments, you're so sweet <33333. i hope you like you’re matchup!
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you and mirio have the same energy: cheerful, a smidge air headed, and confident, and i think you’re shared traits would make your relationship really fun and joyful
y’all are virtually stuck at the hip, wherever you are, he’s bound to be there too
you two aren’t necessarily clingy (read: yall kinda are 💀) you just like to spend a lot of time together
mirio loves to be around you and spend time with you, and he doesn’t mind participating in your hobbies/things you like to do, as long as he gets to spend time with you
he loves to go swimming with you at the pool, go out to eat with you, cook with you, go shopping with you, etc.
every time you’re with mirio you can bet on it being a fun experience.
and even though academically mirio isn’t the smartest, he still is very disciplined and has. Good work ethic, all which come in hand when helping you keep focus :)
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“damn, mirio you got it in my eye!” you cried out, squinting your eye in pain. “oh, sorry sunshine! “mirio apologized. he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly and watched as you bent over the sink to wash the facial cleanser out of your eye. “maybe trying to apply the cleanser on each other’s faces wasn’t the best idea. “ he said ruefully. you stood back up and turned to face him again, “ it’s alright, babe. let's just move onto the face masks “ you beamed at him and grabbed the face mask packets.
“this time i’ll apply them. you just stand there and look pretty “ you ripped the packet open and gestured for mirio to bend down so you could reach his face. you started to gently smooth the mask onto his face, making sure it fit around his mouth and eyes properly. you then opened the second packet and started applying the mask onto your face, “you gotta remind me to take these off in 20 minutes, okay? cause if they stay on too long our skin will dry out”. mirio beamed at you and sent you a thumbs up, “ you got it, sunshine! “.
after you finished smoothing your mask onto your face, you turned to the mirror. you both wore light blue bathrobes and had fluffy white towels wrapped around your hair. with the face masks completing your spa day fits, you two were the picture-perfect image of relaxation and cleanliness. you grinned and grabbed your phone, pointing it towards the mirror and taking a picture of you and mirio. it was a cute picture, mirio wasn’t even looking at the camera, but cute nonetheless.
“d’you know what time it is now, sunshine, “ mirio asked you in a sing-song voice. before you could answer he yelled out again, “enoki and ramen time!“. he grabbed your hand and pulled you into your dorm room, grabbing the many foam bowls full of ramen and enoki. mirio sat on your bed and patted the space next to him, waiting for you to join him. you quickly joined him on the bed, making sure you were as close to him as possible. he handed you your bowl of enoki and a pair of chopsticks, and the two of you happily started to eat your food.
it only took a couple of minutes after you finished your meals for the two of you to fall asleep, legs entangled with each other and your head pressed into mirio’s chest. and it wasn’t until the early hours of the morning when you woke up, groggy and confused with your bathrobe still on. you struggled out of mirio’s arms and stumbled to the bathroom. you turned the light on and looked at yourself in the mirror. you let out a loud gasp when you saw the face mask from the night before still plastered on your face and quickly ran to wake mirio. you two were sure to have dried, cracked skin the rest of the day.
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newsintheshell · 2 years
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Tokyo 24th Ward: svelato il nuovo anime originale di CloverWorks, arriverà a gennaio
A dirigere la serie c’è Naokatsu Tsuda, regista delle prime quattro stagioni de Le Bizzarre Avventure di JoJo.
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Oggi, a sorpresa, lo studio CLOVERWORKS (Horimiya, Shadows House) ha presentato un nuovo progetto originale chiamato “Tokyo 24-ku” (Tokyo 24th Ward), che andrà in onda sulle tv giapponesi a partire da gennaio 2022.
La serie animata è diretta da Naokatsu Tsuda, regista delle prime quattro stagioni de “Le Bizzarre Avventure di JoJo”, nonché dell’anime di “Inu x Boku SS” e della miniserie tratta da “Planetarian”. Ad occuparsi della sceneggiatura è, invece, Vio Shimokura, scrittore di visual novel per Nitroplus, che ha lavorato sugli scenari di titoli come “Tokyo Necro”, “You and Me and Her: A Love Story” e “Minikui Mojika no Ko”. 
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I tre protagonisti della storia sono:
Shuta Aoi: Junya Enoki (Yuji Itadori in Jujutsu Kaisen)
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Ran Akagi: Yuma Uchida (Kyo Soma in Fruits Basket) 
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Koki Suido: Kaito Ishikawa (Noé in The Case Study of Vanitas)
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Le vicende si svolgono nel cosiddetto “Distretto Speciale dell'Estremo Oriente al di fuori della legge”, chiamato da più semplicemente 24t° Distretto. Su quest’isola artificiale, nei pressi della baia di Tokyo, sono nati e cresciuti Ran, Koki e Shuta. I tre ragazzi provengono da posizioni sociali diverse, non hanno gli stessi hobby e hanno personalità ben differenti, ciò nondimeno sono amici inseparabili sin dall’infanzia. Il loro rapporto, però, cambierà radicalmente in seguito ad un certo evento.
Ad un anno dal fatto, i tre si incontrano di nuovo e, ad un tratto, i loro telefoni iniziano a squillare contemporaneamente. La telefonata è di un amico che credevano morto, che li esorta a “scegliere il futuro”. Ognuno di loro, tuttavia, avrà un’idea tutta sua su come proteggere l’avvenire del 24° Distretto.
Il character design è stato concepito da FiFS, pseudonimo dietro al quale troviamo il duo composto dal mangaka Shuji Sogabe (Persona 3, Persona 4) e la designer Kanako Nono (Prince of Stride: Alternative). Ad adattare il design per l’animazione ci pensa Takahiro Kishida (Durarara!!, Haikyu!! L’asso del volley), mentre le musiche sono composte da Hideyuki Fukasawa (Fate/stay night: Unlimited Blade Works, Aku no Hana).
* NON VUOI PERDERTI NEANCHE UN POST? ENTRA NEL CANALE TELEGRAM! *
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suzukibeanes · 3 years
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tagged by @itoldsunset (thank you for tagging me 💖 i was bored and this was a perfect distraction) 
relationship status: single 
favorite colors: i’m going to be obnoxious and say rainbow 
three favorite foods: hm this is an impossible question so i will go with 3 local foods that i will miss when i move: 
garlic shrimp plate lunch (fuckton of shrimp, two scoops rice, 1 scoop mac salad = heaven) 
lilikoi/lilikoi flavored everything but esp. lilikoi mochi donuts 
enoki mushrooms -  i’ve been a mushroom hater my whole life but i cannot get enough of these prepared any way, my fav izakaya place has the best fried enoki chips
song stuck in my head: salty by dai burger (it’s on my running playlist and i just ran)
last song i listened to: these kids we knew by rostam (gay slow jam king)
last thing i googled: how to do space buns (i still can’t get them no matter how many videos i watch)
time: 10:30 PM
dream trip: i love visiting libraries where ever i travel so maybe around a around the world tour of the weirdest and most beautiful libraries
anything i want: a really cool new job, i’ve had 3 different interviews so far so hopefully something works out 🤞
i tag who ever is also bored: 
@munstersofallthings  @wjmild @drbunnakit @seetian​  @skylineost​
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galaxyofgover · 3 years
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Some goofy Fang Gang doodles, Enoki dressed up as a pirate in a pirate town, and she...excitedly ran into the desert to try and 'look cool'. 
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sinful-liesel · 4 years
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✨Project Scard Drama CD Group Order // Split✨ #lieselGOs
Hello everyone! I’m hosting a group order for Project Scard Drama CDs! 💕
📃 GENERAL INFO - Form: bit.ly/2YySdOG - Registration Deadline: Sep 25 (11PM CST) - Payment Deadline: Sep 27 (11PM CST ※Payment Extension Requests 🆗) - Paypal, Venmo & other payment methods 🆗 - DM for more info
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🌻 PROJECT SCARD - Project Scard Drama CD Prologue - Project Scard Vol. 1 Eiji & Kagami (CV. Atsushi Kousaka & Junya Enoki) - Project Scard Vol. 2 Ran & Jin (CV. Takeaki Masuyama & Sho Nogami) - Project Scard Vol. 3 Kouha & Itsuki  (CV. Taku Yashiro & Tasuku Hatanaka) - Project Scard Vol. 4 Kazuma & Yamato (CV. Shoya Chiba & Arthur Lounsbery)
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knight-engale · 4 years
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He is finished!!! I love him so much
Profile below!
★ Akahiko Yureimoto ★
"How much are you paying?"
■ Name || Akahiko Yureimoto ■  Japanese Name || 幽霊本 赤彦 ■  Rōmaji || Yureimoto Akahiko ■  Alias || Roku ■  Epithet || n/a ■  Nicknames || ■  Birthday || August 12 ■  Age || 20-21 ■  Gender || Male ■  Height || 5'11 (180.3 cm) ■  Hair Color || Dark auburn ■  Eye Color || Blue ■  Blood Type || B- ■  Quirk || Rokurokubi ■  Status || Alive ■  Occupation || Mercenary ■  Affiliation || Varies ■  Fighting Style || Melee Combat
■  First Appearance:
Manga: TBD Anime: TBD
■  Portrayal:
Ja: Junya Enoki Eng: Alejandro Saab
◣ A b o u t ◥
███ Short Introduction
Akahiko Yureimoto is a young mercenary currently in the service of the Police Force. He doesn't seem particularly thrilled about his employers.
███ History
Akahiko was born the only child of poor parents. However, he had no idea that they were poor when he was little, as his parents amassed lots of debt trying to live beyond their means. His father, afraid of some of the people he owed money to, faked his death when Akahiko was 7 and fled the country. This sent his mother spiraling into a depression, and she was often emotionally vacant during Akahiko's childhood and teenage years. Because of his unfortunate parental circumstances, Akahiko learned how to fend for himself at a young age, though the legality of some of his actions is questionable.
At age 12, while on his way home with leftovers from a particularly high quality restaurant, Akahiko was mugged by a local gang. The gang took everything that Akahiko had on him, including his food and clothes. When he tried to fight back, he was held down and the gang's leader slashed his face with a knife, leaving two large wounds stretching from the corners of his mouth and across his cheeks. Humiliated, mostly naked, and injured, Akahiko stayed in an alleyway overnight, too dazed to go back home. He was eventually found by a kind old woman, who helped him recover without asking questions. However, she wanted to report the incident to the police, which Akahiko didn't want, so he ran away, leaving a note thanking the old woman for her generousness.
For the next few years, Akahiko laid low and worked to grow stronger. Eventually, money became particularly tight. At 15, and under the alias "Roku", he began to sell his services to whomever would pay, be it criminals or minor Pro Heroes. At first, he acted as mere extra muscle for small periods of time, but as his notoriety grew, his clientele expanded, and by 18 his contracts would last for a few weeks or longer. His willingness to work for either side of the law was often met with uncertainty or displeasure, and so he developed a strict loyalty code, promising employers that he would not turn on them while a contract was in effect, or else he would forfeit the money earned.
At 19, Akahiko was apprehended by the Police Force and held in custody. Honoring his contract, he refused to say who his employer was while being interrogated. He remained in custody, and tried to figure out how to escape. Unable to think of anything else, he begged to be released under any conditions the police set. After much deliberation, and with much persuasion, he was released under police supervision. Akahiko found the supervision annoying, as he still needed contract money, and so formulated a plan. He approached the police with a bold proposition; since he had numerous underground contacts, he could act as a double agent, reporting any findings back to the police--for a fee, of course. To his surprise, his offer was accepted, though it didn't get rid of his "policeman babysitter" situation.
At some point more recently, with police permission, he joined the League of Villains as a double agent.
◣ A p p e a r a n c e ◥
███ Appearance
Akahiko is tall with a slender build and moderately muscular chest and arms. He has dark auburn hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. He has one piercing on his left ear. He has large scars on his cheeks due to his childhood attackers. Akahiko maintains an surprisingly classy casual style, which consists of short sleeved shirts, leather or dark denim jackets, tight pants, and boots, often with heels. He also often wears scarves or neckerchiefs, alongside face masks which hide his scars. Akahiko's mercenary costume is a light grey sleeveless hoodie, matching basketball shorts, grey socks, kimono sandals, and a tan face mask, along with whatever earring he happens to be wearing that day. This costume does not change in the winter, often to his detriment.
███ Personality
Akahiko maintains a rough and often aloof exterior. He doesn't seem particularly invested in any current events, and as a general rule doesn't get emotionally attached to employers or invested in anything he's hired to do. He doesn't show much emotion around people he doesn't trust. He's trained himself to keep an extremely level head to avoid being taken advantage of. Akahiko is of a pragmatic and tactical mind, carefully planning how to go about anything he sets his mind to. However, he isn't the best at thinking on the spot, and often needs a little time to regroup if what he's doing gets derailed. He's also particularly manipulative, putting on a charming nature to get his way. He's gotten very good at flattery. Although he is currently employed by the police, he despises law enforcement organizations, blaming them for his difficult childhood. Though he is willing to work with them in exchange for payment, he does not trust them whatsoever. Oddly enough, he does not harbor quite the same feelings for Pro Heroes, though he doesn't like how they seem to capitalize on people's suffering. Despite his apparent emotional distance, Akahiko is surprisingly caring and kind, as evidenced by his continued efforts to support his mother. He also helps to support young children who are involved in the underground, giving them money or food when he can. This unexpected side of him was brought on by kindness showed to him when he was young, and a desire to pay it forward, as well as the morals his mother taught him when he was little. Though Akahiko has many crimes to his name, he considers himself honorable, if not entirely moral. He refuses to go back on his word or violate his contracts, and actively avoids killing or permanently maiming anyone. He also goes out of his way to repay debts if possible.
███ Likes
✔ coffee ✔ cool weather ✔ rain ✔ sweet food ✔ video games ✔ fashion
███ Dislikes
✘ Stain (thinks he's annoying) ✘ his scars ✘ extreme weather ✘ spicy food ✘ untidiness and dirtiness ✘ being outsmarted
◣ A b i l i t i e s ◥
Overall Abilities: Akahiko is a particularly capable young man, able to fend for himself and then some. Though he avoids direct confrontations, relying more on stealth, he can hold his own in an extended fight.
Inhuman Flexibility: His Quirk allows him incredible flexibility, usually at inhuman levels.
Dexterity: Akahiko has remarkable dexterity, due in part to his Quirk. He uses his dexterity to repair and tailor clothes.
███ Quirk
Rokurokubi: He can stretch his neck, arms, fingers, legs, and torso indefinitely, though stretching his torso too much can lead to spinal damage. While a body part is stretched, he can maneuver that part however he wants. Staying stretched for too long makes him sore. Stretching burns a lot of calories, and he needs to eat a lot to make up for it.
███ Stats
Power: 4/5 B
Speed: 3/5 C
Technique: 4/5 B
Intelligence: 4/5 B
Cooperativeness: 3/5 C
◣ B a t t l e s & E v e n t s ◥
TBD
◣ M i s c e l l a n e o u s ◥
███ Trivia
He and Tsukauchi share an English voice actor.
He was loosely based on Yuri from Fire Emblem: Three Houses.
He's biromantic asexual.
He's incredibly insecure about his scars, hence the mask.
He's actually pretty lonely and secretly wants a significant other.
███ Quotes
"Charming, aren't I? It's one of my few virtues."
"My real name? Wouldn't you like to know."
Original template (c) dre-tama | modified by Phantom-Otaku
BNHA (c) Kohei Horikoshi
Akahiko, artwork (c) knight-engale: stylish babe
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