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Can you imagine a predictor, but they see future like with myopia? I mean, they can see only something huge and far away from present. And people always asking them questions about their problems and their solutions, but this guy can only tell, how exactly and when world will end.
Afternoon Joy ┈─★
Sidney had finally left his room, unaware of the late afternoon time. He spent most of his day asleep, playing the same game for hours. Upon reaching the kitchen, he scavenges in the cupboards, finding his box of hot coco packets. Swiftly taking one and setting it on the counter for him to get back to. Now he just had to find a coffee mug… Deadpool or Cat mug? Deadpool. He sat the Deadpool mug next to the coco packet, and went to the fridge, grabbing the gallon of milk. Adding that to his pile, putting the milk and packet into the mug. Popping the concoction into the microwave, the microwave making an audible “BEEP!” when it was opened. How he hated that beep… so loud yet so short for him to even process it. He settled for 90 Seconds. Sanding there lazily as the mug spined in the microwave. Little did he know someone was stalking him from the doorframe, Tiffany. Sidney jumped when she caught his waist, the side of her head jabbing into his back. “Whatcha makin’ Love?” She said with a tired smile, still in her pajamas. Sidney grumbled “Just some hot coco…” Tiffany let out an audible “Mmh…” sound, before kissing his shoulder blade. “I hope you slept well, it's 5P.M!” She teased, “I slept until 3P.M so I can't complain…” Sidney hummed in response, smiling.
Does anyone every use Second Person Pronouns but Third Person Omnipotency for their writing? Cuz I’m realizing I do that a lot lol
If you don’t know what I mean, I’m basically talking about something like this:
“You were settled on the couch while the two walked up the stairs to reach the apartment. They had the bags from the market hanging from both of their hands. When they reached the door and pushed it open, they found you snoring lightly with the TV still playing, a rerun of a show neither of them recognized.
“I’ll get her to bed if you put the groceries away, yea?” He received a quiet nod and took the bags to the kitchen as she walked forward to turn off the TV and scoop you into her arms gently as to not wake you.„
Does anyone else do this? I realized that this has just,,, become,,, my writing style ;-;
I can't write more than 200 words without needing to close wattpad entirely and leaving it to simmer for 4 hours 😭
Welcome to my Blog
About me (extension):
— I am currently 18
— I love OPM (Original Pinoy Music), and I love Tetsuro so I decided to make this blog to post my musically charged thoughts/fics
— Basically, I'm here to spread the OPM agenda
— I haven't formally written fics in years pls be nice
— I will write for other characters too, so it's not just Tetsuro.
— My fandoms include: Haikyuu, Twisted Wonderland, A3!, Spy X Family... Etc. (I really can't remember all of them dawg)
— I'll do my best to provide english TL to my songfics.
Request rules and guide:
— I'll write anything SFW, but I will not write NSFW.
— I'll reject requests if I want to cuz this is my blog lol.
— When making requests, you don't need to send a whole essay. Don't get me wrong, you can, but you can just send me a song and a character and I'll take care of it.
— Even if it's not OPM, or a song I don't know, I'll try to listen to it!
me, having no inspiration to write in my wip:
also me, writing inspiring things on tumblr for other young writers: do you hear something? procrastination who? sips tea
it doesn't matter if you've:
never editted your WIP
never enjoyed it thoroughly
never felt satisfied enough
if you're nothing but pleased
if all you do is edit
if you never write anymore
if you've abandoned, ripped up, shredded, or spit on the very pages you held dearly—
your WIP is amazing and nothing will ever make you any less of an author.
writeblr introduction
☼ my name is avery and my blog runs two themes at once! witch themes/writing themes.
☼ if you haven't made the connection already, i'm an aspiring author and an inspiring witch!
☼ i just recently got back into writing after a two year hiatus, unfortunately stemming from a spiral in depression. i've realized that writing makes me feel better :)
☼ even better news, i've started my very first novel! i plan on attempting to get it published in early 2022, but that's a long-term goal.
☼ i love writing in my grimoire the most! something about being able to create not only memories, but test out my artist skills as well makes me feel alive!
☼ i hope to become a positive member in this community and i love making new friends! feel free to message me, especially if you want an opinion on your writing! i love reading!
☼ my favorite author right now is andrea cremer! she actually inspired this novel!
a scene can start wherever you want it to
writing isn't real life. You don't need to set up a character walking into a room or two characters greeting each other and talking about the weather or what-have-you in order to lead into the conversation you actually want them to have. just start at the conversation.
hell, start in the middle of the conversation. you could even start at the end and then have one of them leave and the other one left behind to reflect back on what just happened.
writing gets easier when you open yourself up to writing the parts that are interesting, to starting where it's easy instead of where you think you should start.
if it ends up not working? that's okay. you tried it, and sometimes just getting something out of your head is a necessary first step to getting the words right
What's the best way to format tags for potentially triggering content?Do I put just the subject, tw _____, or cw _____? I'd appreciate any advice <3333
I love a good Friends With Benefits scenario where the guy is all aloof like, "I hope you don't plan on getting attached" and then he's the one that ends up fully, irrevocably, pathetically in love.
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ★ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖/𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃. 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃.
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Shigaraki is a switch that leans towards submissive due to his daddy issues and mommy loneliness/desperation. He usually clings to his lover in private and acts like the dominant one in public, acting unbothered but sometimes throws a fit in public like a child (ex. when he doesn't get something he wants), and you usually punish him for it. But he likes it.
Of course, Shigaraki is kinky, he has the weirdest but most predictable fetishes and kinks that well-fit him. Some being bondage (doesn't matter who's being bonded), hand fetish, choking (which goes along with the hand fetish) and most degrading techniques— like humiliation, name calling and glory hole. He also enjoys pain. A LOT. Which, it gets a little dangerous, he or you use techniques like biting (which you also use out of sex for teasing), spanking, and, cock/pussy slapping. He does do non-consensual sex, but it's not his kink, it's just when he's drunk and is hyper-aroused so he begs to fuck you/you to fuck him. Sometimes he likes somnophilia, but he tries holding back to respect your boundaries. — Using toys is a huge turn-on for him, he likes pegging, and, vibrators (on you and him), he doesn't use that many toys, just the basics.
Yes, Tomura enjoys quirk play, like in the given examples, he'd decay your clothes off and then...well, get started on you.
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Tomura is a (huge) 6.5 in/16.51 cm flaccid dick, and when erect, it can range between 7.5 in/19.05cm to 8.0 in/20.32 cm at most.
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He is very snuggly afterwards, rather if it's him dicking you down so good you won't be able to walk for weeks or you riding his hard dick so good he's lost his senses, he's take a bath with you, worship you, you worship him, you guys do selfcare and then snuggle. That's how it always ends.
Tomura doesn't believe in "rounds," he/you goes until you're both satisfied and exhausted, unless, of course, one of you have to stop bc of a medical or mental emergency (ex. bleeding, crying, panic attack, uti, etc.).
He's very bratty, take that in, sexual or not. He will throw tantrums when he doesn't get his way (rather that's with you, with others or in battle), they can be tiny, him biting, whining, pouting and stomping his foot, but they can also be huge (and destructive), him screaming, knocking things over, hitting/dusting anything in sight (he tries to not hit you) and getting on the ground and letting out his aggravation until he gets too tired and then just cries for comfort— which is how all his tantrums end, him crying and grabbing at you, desperate for comfort and forgiveness for his outburst.
Tomura's favorite body part of his lover would most likely be their breasts/pecks and their waist, rather they had no/tiny chest, a huge one or the size of Wendy William's, he'd love them, kiss them, bite them, snuggle them, hell, he'd motorboat them too. Rather his lover had "rolls," a skinny waist or think they had no waist because of their weight, he'd still hold them by it as they kissed. He wouldn't care about your body weight, but when he gets on his game, he's gonna insult everyone because of their looks, accent, body weight, etc.
Speaking of your body and appearance, he'd literally pop a boner as soon as you walked in the room, rather if you were dressed in the most revealing thing ever, your casual outfit, or your literal pajamas— boner alert. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎; He'd probably be playing on [insert device] and you'd walk in the room, he'd be too engaged in his game to notice you until he recognized your scent, he'd look up/back at you and try to cover his grin with a poker face and then get hard, then his smile would fade a bit and he'd cover it with a pillow, blanket, or his device.
♡︎ He wouldn't care for holidays like Valentine's day, Thanksgiving or Christmas...until he met you; Valentine's day, he'd likely do one or two of three things, fuck you, be all inlove and smitten or gift you with candies. Thanksgiving, he wouldn't really say anything, he'd just enjoy the food but he'd think about how happy he is to have you, and Christmas, an abundance of money would be stolen and spent to keep the love of his life happy. ♡︎
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That's all, people! Sorry this was kind of short, I hope you all enjoyed this first post. ★ 𝐍𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃! 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐓! 𝐌𝐘 𝐐/𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃, 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆!
08.01
Confession ♱
“You’re a furious person.”
That’s not wrong, not really. I am not kind; I was not taught to be kind. Even if kindness had been there to guide me through my youth, I doubt it would’ve taken root. Anger has dwelt in me for too long. Resentment festers within me like a plague, making me bitter—too bitter.
Yet, it’s never enough. This anger floats inside me, scarring my soul so deeply that it aches, but I can never act on it. I am not vengeful; my resentments merely turn into abandonment of those presumed closest to me. But I’m learning now as I mature—you cannot abandon love. Physically, you cannot.
When I was younger, care-free and proud of my independence, it was so easy to leave. I had never experienced longing for another person; I had never formed trust with anyone. I built myself up from nothing, and if there was even the slightest chance of being torn down, I cut it off. Quicker than these relationships could even form, I would leave them without a trace of sympathy.
I can no longer say the same. Caution has seeped into me, and I am wary of my future. I can fearfully admit, I am at a point where I have come to rely on someone. People dream of finding their soulmate, but I fear it is to my detriment. I wanted to be alone, but you won’t let me. And because you won’t let me I am angry.
Once again, I feel as I did in childhood. During puberty, I was consumed by a fury that came with the tumult of a growing female body. My emotionless self was suddenly overwhelmed with a flood of feelings that had to be drowned out. But now, as I edge into adulthood, they return, and just like then, I don’t know why. Perhaps when I am older, when my smile lines deepen, and the skin on my knuckles loosens, I’ll understand. But for now, it feels like there is nothing I can do.
I often find myself looking back at those restless teenage years, remembering when I confused innocence with bravery and charged headlong into any situation. My soulmate knows nothing of it—I was a different person then. My past is ugly, my anger is ugly, and I cannot be ugly to my love.
I can be ugly here.
07.29
Introduction ♱
This is a last resort.
I do not enjoy writing about myself; I may even hate it. My livelihood revolves around documenting the latest advancements in medicine and synthetic biology. Passions and aspirations were left behind long ago for a career and the promise of stability. As I set aside my desire to write my truths and quench my thirst, I defy the odds laid out by those before me.
It’s fucking exhausting.
Even in days past, I never wrote about myself. Instead, I immersed myself in the characters I read about or watched in the countless pieces of media I had the time to consume. I fell in love with their struggles, perhaps projecting myself onto them. I clung to these characters so tightly, devoting myself to these fictional beings, only to be disappointed by the reality beyond the page.
Sometimes I feel I am not meant for the real world.
Now, I am grown. Independence found me early, carrying me far and gifting me with early successes that impressed those who still had others to rely on. They don't understand the circumstances; I would be the same as them if given the opportunity. Desperately, I would cling to what they consider normal, let it nurture me, and bask in a newfound dependence. In an attempt to taste reliance, I took a lover—one who grew up properly loved and appreciated. This didn't do much for me; it only exposed the gaps left in my development from a lack of care. Strangely enough, it was humiliating.
Love is humiliating.
And though it is humiliating, it is stable. My relationship screams stability. Perhaps I am the most unstable piece in the puzzle of my love; I am the root of most of our quarrels. This is not my intent. This petulance and rage are not something to be proud of. Memories of the past fade into sunken emotions that surface at the slightest hint of criticism. Though unprovoked, these bursts of emotion are so powerful that even I am surprised. So, I suppose this is an attempt to confront these feelings, to reflect enough to quiet the nagging thoughts and let the past rest.
To those reading, I offer a warm welcome. May you find solidarity in these stupid and meaningless ramblings that I promise you I will never act on.
I have a bunch of Aus with my own characters, and I'd love to write about them (when I ever have motivation) but idk if people will read it.
I might try to write some stuff of my own, all credits to the original authors of any previous stories I've reposted. Their work is not mine.
~☆
The first part of The Happy, The Gay, and The Terrifying AU has been written and posted! Consider giving it a read! The Happy, The Gay, and The Terrifying PART 1: Magic Flooding - Rough_TimeST0RIES - The Owl House (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own]
Trust me (actually, don't... I have tendency to move onto random projects left and right.), this Crossover universe is going to be EPIC.
𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 1:
𝐎𝐡 𝐦𝐲, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞
I look at you, see as your eyes dig in mine.
I feel your warmth, feel it etch under my skin and into the balm of my soul.
How it your heart beats against the side of my ear while mine beats in rhythm to catch up.
My dear, my heart, my soul, how much I wish I could give it all.
I would lay, bow, and kneel in front of you. All for you to see the bareness, rawness, and my vulnerability for you.
Because as their is love, their is trust with you.
May you forever be ingrained in my skin, my heart, and my soul of which you have possessed.
This is gonna be something I add little by little. I know it's not exactly what I normally post, but it's something I've been wanting to do for some time now.
I would appreciate some comments on what you think of my poems when I post them. It would help me improve, which is all I really want to come from this.
If you like my poems, then thank you for taking the time to read it!
Sky
can i change the world?
The fact I’m a child concerns me. I'm fifteen as of now. I'm impulsive and make stupid decisions with those impulses. My voice sometimes increases to the point where my throat hurts with how high-pitched I'm talking and other times it's so monotone my head starts to hurt. I'm still figuring out life while others are far beyond me with knowledge. I think I know better and the world somewhat revolves around me and, as I'm writing this, it proves I still think that. The point I'm trying to make is I can't change the world.
I could be like Gretta Thunberg who's changing the world one speech at a time. But the problem is I'm not. Unlike her, I still feel like a child. A kid whos worried about what I'm going to wear tomorrow and spends an ungodly amount of time on her phone. I'm a Gen Z kid who relates too much with others yet not at all. A baby who hopes to be better. Better at being a kid or adult or better at just everything.
I can't make life-changing art even if I wanted to, having the power to move someone through paint or word seems too daunting. When I grow older I wish to have a stable job and even more stable relationships. And I get that will be weird to some that I don't want to be rich and famous, like many others, but the pressure of that lifestyle is not something I want to bear. I dont want to stand out, and if I can't stand out, how will I change the world? The simple fact is I won't. Won't even dent it. Not a scratch. I'm okay with this as a child you have to be.
Knowing whatever you do now whether great or small will always be clouded with the knowledge you're a kid from others. Because I'm ‘good at that for a kid’ and ‘you'll be better when you're an adult.
I won't make art that will change generations’ mindset and I can't fight wars or be a part of something big because I'm a child…
I feel like I'm making excuses.
Could I change the world?
Or fight wars?
Or sow that dress I want to?
Am I making excuses?
I won't ever know because ill lay in bed on my phone watching adults do just that.
please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts
the em dash and i are in a torrid toxic love affair
writing chapters for ongoing fics is like sitting in a car. you don't know where you're going, so you ask the driver, but then you realize that you're the driver, and that you have absolutely no idea where you're going, and that there's people in the backseat waiting for you to bring them somewhere.
and so, you bide your time with needless chatter (filler chapters), side routes (side plots) and procrastination (procrastination) until you get an inkling of where you're going and pull up to your destination! yay!
... and you then realize that's just a rest stop on your journey to the end of the writing road. ugh.
anyways, i think you can tell what i've been doing with my fics :') (absolutely nothing)
Will shocking Hannibal by showing up at his office unannounced, covered in sweat, apologizing for the intrusion and telling Hannibal that he doesn’t know how he got there.
Hannibal doesn’t care, he thinks Will’s most beautiful when his emotions are raw. Grabs Will by the back of the neck as he watches him nod feverishly when Hannibal asks if it was: “a bad dream..?”.
Hannibal smiling as he rubs his hands down the sides of Will’s head and neck, whispering that he was okay and that he’s there. Feeling ELATED when Will leans his head onto his shoulder as he makes his way through another mild seizure.
Hannibal trying not to sound happy as he talks to Will knowing he will remember his voice and nothing else. Always happy to know a plan is working.
“I’m here. See? No one else. Just me and you.” Grabbing Will’s face in one hand and using the other to cup the back of his neck again and acting as if he’s never even thought of doing such a thing when Will gains consciousness an hour later.
“All better now?” His voice hazy as he watches from his chair as Will’s eyes scanter around the room before leaning forward and brushing his hand against his neck in the pretense of checking his fever.
“You had an episode. Nothing too bad but…nothing is going to hurt you.” He leaned back to rest comfortably in his chair and watched as Will fought to either give in or ignore his blatant manipulation. He knows Will would question why he heard him but doesn’t remember ever leaving his bed. Knows that Will is apprehensive of the situation because he was just feeding his dogs. Know that Will is breaking and needs a constant thing for balance.
“Not with me here…”
Hannibal’s willing to become that constant.
Kurosawa’s humiliation kink needs to be studied.
The way it perfectly aligns with Adachi’s praise kink is literally too much to bear. For both of them.
Imagine a little while into their relationship Kurosawa is feeling just a little more...overprotective, of Adachi one day.
He’s worked up from who knows what and as soon as he gets Adachi into that bed he’s merciless because he LOVES to hear Adachi whimper in overstimulation.
Laughing oh-so sadistically when Adachi grabs his wrist and close his legs to keep him out when he places his hand back on his “special parts” after multiple rounds.
“Oh, sweetheart..” in the fondest voice full of mirth when he responds with “Let me help you..” knowing that Adachi would take one look at him and give in again.
Feeling absolutely ELATED when he sees the tears of pleasure that spring to Adachi’s eyes after he came and telling him “You’re doing so well, princess..” while pressing kisses to his cheeks to make him relax enough to shove back in for the fourth time.
Throwing heartfelt praises here and there and asking “Do you like it?” And “Aww, I know. It feels so good doesn’t it?” and feeling himself twitch when Adachi struggles to give him an answer through incoherent babbles from the mind numbing pleasure.
Actually stopping when he fails to receive an answer and gently forcing Adachi to say what he needs him through all his hiccups and aborted gasp so he can be at an all time high when he pounds back into him.
Giving Adachi’s aftercare and still making him humiliate himself. Wiping him until he stirs and prompting him to tell him so. “Kurosawa..” he starts as blush overtake his face when Kurosawa’s eyes snap to his. “Feels too good…” and taking pleasure in seeing Adachi hiding his face in his neck as he relents and properly cleans him to let him sleep.
And there NEEDS to be more fics on it.
I can honestly see this with Takara-kun and Amagi-kun too. And Nozue-San and Togawa.
And so I rest my case.
— soooooooooo... tbhk spy x family au
inspired after this post ! genuinely thinking about writing this with other people 👀 if anyone’s interested... i regret even thinking about it LMAOsomeone help me with the roles
so! roles!
setup #1 — tis does not work
teru as loid
tiara as anya
aoi as yor
akane as yuri (i’m so happy by how the roles fit)
?? as franky
??????? as damian
ok maybe the damian plot won’t work...
setup #2 — ooooooh boy.
nene as anya
hanako as damian (ooooooh boy)
becky blackbell as aoi!!! yes!!
loid as teru??? (this is gonna be weird...)
yor?????? i-
setup #3 — ohhhhh no.
hanako as anya
tsuchigomori as loid (nothing wrong there. this is good.)
yako as yor (kinda fits? ish?)
nene as damian (ohhhhhhhhh no.)
we manifest hakujoudai into bond forger
for questionable reasons, demetrius desmond has turned into aoi
who tf are nene’s parents??
i give up on becky blackbell.
setup #4 — we are turning the storyline into a mess (but this works)
main important cast
nene as anya
hanako as damian
hakujoudai as bond
teru & aoi as loid & yor...
akane = yuri briar >:)
becky blackbell ... mei shijima??
school people
yako & tsuchigomori as hanako/damian’s parents but nicer
uhhh tsukasa as demetrius desmond (oh wait tsukasa EXISTED)
kou = emile
mitsuba = ewen (mitsukou sideplot spotted)
setup #5 — my mind is melting but my heart will go on
ships we achieved: - hananene through damianya - teruaoi & terukane(ish) through loid, yor & yuri - past tsuchiyako through martha & henry henderson - broken hakusumi through damian’s parents (this is cursed)
main important cast
nene as anya
hanako as damian
hakujoudai as bond
teru & aoi as loid & yor...
akane = yuri briar >:)
becky blackbell ... mei shijima?? kou lmao
we give the title of the bill person to mitsuba... because i feel like becky would end up w him... but they don’t match at all...
school people
sakura and natsuhiko hakubo & sumire as hanako/damian’s parents
uhhh tsukasa as demetrius desmond (oh wait tsukasa EXISTED)
?? = emile
?? = ewen
sakura & natsuhiko no one as becky’s parents (we ignore and write them as side characters)
yako as martha (the blackbell butler)!!! both queens
tsuchigomori as henry henderson
the spy & assassin stuffs
sakura as sylvia sherwood/handler
who??? as fiona frost
Where Character A would prefer not to have kids and Character B would really prefer if they have 3 so they could grow up with a support system
Where later down the line when it’s getting serious, Character A still doesn’t want kids and stresses themself out about giving their lover what they want; and Character B hits them with:
“I want kids but not at the expense of not having you. I’m willing to wait until you're ready and if you truly don't want any, then we'll spend our lives with only each other.”
AND I FUCKING SOB BC B IS SUCH A GOOD PERSON AND THEYRE WILLING TO GIVE UP ONE OF THEIR MAJOR GOALS BC THEY LOVE A MORE THAN THEY WANT TO ACHIEVE IT
When a character pouts in retaliation of being told no and the other just goes,
“Stop that, you know what your doing. HEY, Fuck. Fine, take it.”
— the art club
because me and my petty self want to claim this headcanon :’)
mei and mitsuba haven’t been shown interacting aside a short time in picture perfect arc and it’s such a waste because their parallels are so absolutely interesting and i’m in love with the idea of sibling relationship shijimitsu
like
so
but
once, mitsuba tried to find a place to stay within the seven mysteries and kinda got rejected by most of them. however, the one he wasn’t shown interacting with was with shijima, and they get along together well enough, looking at their interactions in picture perfect...
not to mention these parallels;
they’re both 'fakes'. the second unoriginal versions of people who used to be alive, people who used to be there and talk to others and make an impact on the world.
their original selves were both artists. they drew what was important, immortalizing it in their photos and paintings and sketches and film. original mitsuba’s ghost took a picture of kou before getting turned into no. 3 by tsukasa. original mei drew her ideal self, in a tower, and created her second self. both these things were important to them.
their second selves were created because their original selves had a wish. to live on, and to have & stay with friends...
and slowly, their second selves started to grow indifferent to their original selves’ forms of expression. shijima seems to only draw for functionality instead of for her own enjoyment or curiosity or expression, but her art has so much more meaning now that they create more than just an impression of life—they make life. and mitsuba doesn’t even know anything anymore, amnesia go brrrr (ty @ocelotlesbian for pointing this out)
i have so much to say about how shijima’s art is being used more as a tool for convenience instead of how the original mei used it—even natsuhiko & tsukasa are trying to annoy her for stuff—and not to mention the things they could do with this ability if someone thought about it enough (she, tsuchigomori, yako & the clock keepers are so completely broken i can’t even—these are the mysteries, of course, but i’m so glad they’re passively watching everything unfold because if they took matters into their own hands it’d be absolute chaos look at the clock keepers arc)
and i henceforth i headcanon
these two siblings doing art together afterschool in an art room. do we normally see mitsuba in hanako’s bathroom after school? no... and he’s scared of tsukasa. absolutely traumatised. ignore the afterschool episodes, i want mitsuba to turn on his heel and walk straight to the art room, skipping the fourth step.
after he has his melancholy talks and tear-filled arguments with kou he goes over and whines to shijima and they watch a movie on a projector and eat ice cream from a minifridge.
bonus points if mei uses her sketchbook to draw tissues for them. they literally have infinite ice cream and tissues
after the aquarium trip, i don’t think he could return to kou’s house (teru) & he also loses more energy the further away he is from the school SO i’d like to say he walks over, finds shijima & just cries to her the entire time about how kou is being difficult
shijima (unbothered queen) hands him her sketchbook w a drawing of a tissue box inside and 'mhm's every few minutes
it’s such a nice dynamic i love them so much
WHAT IF THEY RELEARNED THEIR PAST SELVES’ HOBBIES TOGETHER
like mitsuba learning how to hold a camera w his hand
shijima teaches him how to sketch, they go on small trips around the school at night to look at items in the moonlight
mitsuba absolutely destroys any supernaturals in their way (i need shijima to force him to eat occasionally and he will have to listen)
no but shijima is perfectly able to handle them herself
cue shijima pulling a sword from her sketchbook and slicing supernaturals into pieces
but what if their past versions met in some sort of afterlife and mei teaches him to sketch & mitsuba shows mei his favorite photos and anglings and they watch birds & draw them and take photos and think about their lives and-
bonus: YAKO.
yako’s stairs are said to lead up to the art room 👀
so what if...
(i’ll finish this later lmao)
i need this to be canon. sibling mei & mitsuba. pls.
thank you for reading ♡ drink some water~
⚠︎ — update log
01/10/25 — put in extra stuff + fixed some inaccuracies
Sharp jawlines and all that are fine and dandy but I want to see more of the less active characters.
Like describe to me in the best and biggest words possible why a larger frame with softened edges is one of the hottest things in the world.
A lover absolutely enthralled with the need to kiss their chubby cheeks that look like mochi and the way their round eyes sparkle at everything: literally OBSESSED with the way their soft middle and plush thighs looks in a skirt/suit/pjs (literally everything)
Can’t get enough of resting their head on their chest bc instead of hard muscles it’s soft, warm, and inviting bc of their scent like-
PLEASE