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MP100 is a creation of ONE's manga however, this is a non-official spinoff of the characters after 8 years of the events taking place in the anime and manga. Enjoy!
Let's get one fact straight. You, [Y/N], is an average, normal 21 years old. You've never won an award. Never been a needle in a haystack, nor was the diamond of the rough. You were never the best at anything at your high school or middle school; and you were most definitely not the most popular girl either.
You've always believed that the title of "special" is a title given anyways, not retained. Not that you ever wanted to feel that way, you were quite comfortable living a good, mundane life; with good, mundane people in your life. Sure, they might have their opinions about you, but you don't let it affect you.
You're not the richest, the prettiest, or the most talented individual, nor will you ever be the most favored person on the stage of life, yet you were determined to give the crowd a standing ovation. Like what mother has said over and over again... Head strong, and you will find a way to keep moving forward. And best believe, you intended to do just that. Thats why you've decided to move out from the neighboring city and into Seasoning City.
In your fragile small hands, you gently clutched onto the keys of your newly found apartment, you've recently signed the least and the landlord had given you the keys literally moments ago.
You take a moment to take a heavy breath in... and a heavy breath out in an attempt to contain your excitement about living independently for once, but it was for nothing. You burst into a silent fit of squealing as you frail your body in a momentous and cohesive manner, you couldn't help but do a little victory dance for yourself as an unspoken force of excitement fill your facial expression.
You take the key and unlock the door. The apartment itself wasn't large, but it was perfect for one singular person, or two, but two's pushing it. You took note of the small futon and Tv in the corner of the room, the large corridor between the lightly furnished kitchen and the entrance and the curtained window of the apartment that currently covers the view of Seasoning city.
You run your fingers against the kitchen counter. Wow, they've really prepared this place quite well. Not a single speck of dust... give it a few months. you chuckled to yourself before making your way to the window, taking each edge at of the curtains. And for the final surprise... You thought to yourself as you begin to count from three to one in your head.
"The view!" You unintentionally say out loud as you push the curtains out of the way of the window, letting huge gasp as your eyes lay upon the view of the city. Your eyes squint a little at the sudden contact from the sun's luminesce before widening in awe; they glitter in excitement as your gaze fall upon the city's bustling streets, counting and reading all the interesting signs that you saw. The shoal of people, moving so coherently and the faint sounds of the traffic jam. It's been a while since I was last here...
Knock, Knock, Knock!
"I'll be there in two seconds!" You chirpily yell as you turn your attention from the window and made your way to door. It took you a moment to figure the complex locking system, but after a brief minute, you managed to unlock it. You've lived in a quieter rural town for the last ten years. Being in the city is so foreign to you.
With a courteous smile, you swing the door open ever-so-slightly. "Hey there! How can I help-"
You paused. Your eyes meeting his dark ones filled with enthusiasm, he had hidden his hands in his hoodie pockets but retracted one to wave at you. It took you a moment to realize who it was, but a sense of familiarity in a city of possibilities hit you, and your tense muscles begins to relax a little.
"What up, [Y/N]! Long time no talk!" The man chuckles.
"No way, is that THE Ritsu Kageyama!?"
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"I'm surprised you remember me. It's been what- 10 years?"
"How can I forget?" You say, fiddling with your kitchen just a little bit as you organize your belongings into the squeaky cupboards and cabinets, mentally counting in your head how much there is of each. You find the adult life a bit troublesome when it comes to organization of items such as these but nonetheless, you knew that was one of your responsibilities as an adult in this time and era. "Want some tea, coffee?"
Ritsu sits down onto your dining chair with his phone in his hand. He seems to be reading some sort of text message, but you didn't really notice or care. It was none of your business. "Yeah... sure why not. Uh, your honey lemon tea please."
"Got it! One Honey lemon tea coming up." You chirp as you begin the preparations for your special honey lemon tea. Which you distinctively remember that Ritsu and his older brother used to come over frequently just for the taste. You also remember having a faint subtle crush on his older sibling, since you were the same age. But you quickly forgot about it as soon as you realized that he was head over heels for your close childhood friend, Tsubomi, and immediately you laid your feelings to rest. But you would be lying if you say that you don't think about Ritsu and his older brother often. They frequently visited you, and you were good friends with the Kageyama family, so it's hard to get them out of your head.
"Man, I still remember the taste. Mr. and Mrs. [L/N]'s was to die for." Ritsu says as he put a finger on his chin, he was clearly reminiscing the older days. "Me and brother used to come by a lot for it... before you moved to the south."
You begin by sliding your hand under crest of the kettle's. You bring it under the sink and twist the knob of the tap. "Oh yeah, How's your brother, by the way?"
"Brother's fine. He's been dealing with work as per usual. His work is around here somewhere." He said as he turns his head to the window before letting out a small gasp. Not one that you can particularly audibly hear. "Oh. Wow, I didn't realize you live so close to where he works. He works at that place over there" he said as he points over the window.
Your eyes break the concentration from the sink and follow his finger to the...
"Spirits and Such Consultations Office." you murmured in a slightly teasing yet distasteful tone. "So, he works with Reigen? Uh, Reigen Arataka?"
Ritsu's ears twitches, before taking a questioning look at you. "You know him?"
"He's an old friend of mine." you say, bringing your focus back to the kettle. "He used to baby sit me when we were younger. Cause mum and dad are always on dates and such."
"Wait, no way! Thats hilarious." He giggles and looks back onto his phone. "So, are you family of his? Or...?"
"Oh no, just a hired babysitter. He was pretty cool though, we played quite a bit of those old video games on the old retro TV dad bought for me."
"Thats so coincidental... Brother started working for him after you left."
"The last time I saw him was when we moved out of town to the other side of the country." You say as you pour the hot water from the kettle into two small serving teacups. "Anyways, tea is ready."
As the day passes, you and Ritsu spent your day together talking about the last 10 years that you have missed out on. From his brother to his current university course. You also learnt that he was an ESPer just like his brother. You couldn't help but giggle a slight laugh as Ritsu's face lights up in happiness. You were genuinely happy that they seemed to be living their best life. However, your conversation was cut a little short as a loud grumble erupts from your stomach.
"Hungry? I know a good Takoyaki place around the corner." He says as he stands up. "Come on, I'll take you there."
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Conversations about your life also began as you both stand patiently in a short line Infront of the Takoyaki stand, right next to Reigen's office. You managed to explain how your mum and dad has bought a small land and started a teahouse cafe, how you and Tsubomi kept in occasional contact with each other, and how you broken up with your ex-boyfriend of 6 months a few years back.
"I'm sorry that he did that to you..." Ritsu puts his hand on your back and gave you a small pat as his expression changes to concern.
"No, It's okay! Really, nothing really came off of it, at the very least I'm still in one piece and thriving. And plus, I am completely over it." you say with a smile.
"As long as you're okay!" Ritsu says as he steps forward to the front of the counter. "If i was there I would've..."
"No use using your powers on people. Thats not how people change if anything."
Ritsu scoffs and smiles at you. "You remind me of brother..."
His attention turns to the man at the stand, who gave him the common courtesy before he begins reciting his order for himself and surprisingly, for you as well. Though you tried to convince him that you'll pay for it, he just subtly shakes his hand and says "It's on me" - You try to beat him to the front cashier, but he managed to bump you out of the way and pay for your meal.
After quick exchanges of playful banter, the man hands you and Ritsu eight Takoyaki balls in a small serving tray. You bow in gratitude before turning to Ritsu. "Let me at least pay you back."
"No, it's okay really." He replies as he puts one of the Takoyaki balls into his mouth, blowing it slightly prior. "Think of it as a welcoming gift."
"I'll get back at you one of these days..." you say as you wave your index finger at him before taking another bite. He chuckles at your gesture but was cut short with a buzz on his phone which rested in his hoodie pockets.
"Oh, crap. that must be my college mate. I have to get going now." Ritsu says, "but if you need company after 6:00pm I'm happy to bring my brother back to your place to help out with any un-packing you have to do, or anything else I can do to help."
"I'll take any help I can get" you retorted "Thank you, and oh, tell your brother I say hi."
"You can tell him yourself, see you [Y/N]"
And with that you both part ways.
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The sunset becomes a welcoming skyward canvas, as you flutter your tired eyelids open. A dark circle clouds your undereye as light kisses your cheeks, you bring your hand to your eyes and slowly rub it in a circular manner whilst yawning before adjusting yourself towards your wall clock. It is currently 5:40pm. You fell asleep whilst cleaning earlier, telling yourself just closing my eyes for a bit. It wouldn't hurt, right?
Nope, you were wrong. You found yourself overtly fatigued from moving, unloading everything and organizing everything in the correct spaces. You must've realized that your fragile body had overworked itself after hyper-focusing on the subtle little things that didn't really need that much attention.
You push yourself up, letting out another small yawn before taking notice of hear the rush of mid-day traffic shoal around your area. The constant sound of cars rushing pass, even if you're on the 3rd floor, was quite loud and yet. It felt oddly comforting despite not being in this particular city in ten years. You pick up your phone that dwelled between the pillow and the bed; but before you turned it on yourself, the sudden flash of light lit up as a small message appears.
Ritsu Kageyama
5:53pm
Hey [Y/N]! Unfortunately, my university course is quite demanding of my time at the moment. But I've asked brother to come visit you to help with unpacking. He's currently outside of the apartment complex making their way up right now. If you need anything, don't hesitate to message.
You blink. And once more again. They're already here?
You look around the apartment, to see that the various of belongings are all scattered all over the apartment complex, now you're never one to show your living situation as a mess (even though, you have a tendency to make a mess and leave it at times.)
Me
5:56pm
Gah! Sorry, I fell asleep.
Me
5:56pm
He's already here?
No response. Instead, you hear a faint knock, knock, knock on the door. That answers my question for me. "Coming~! Ah-" You stumbled out of the futon; tripping on the sheets, you barely catch your fall, but caught, nonetheless. Your hair was a mess, but you didn't really care if it was or not.
You open the door to reveal a tall young man, his dark eyes barely visible from the bowl cut fringe, and he resembled a lot like Ritsu. Dressed in quite a fancy suit and outfit, he stands there quietly. At first you were stammered with questions flooding into your head. This wasn't the same brother you remember him to be.
He was no longer frail as it seems like he built his body since you've last saw him, but not that you cared in the slightest. You couldn't help but wonder if he was the same boy from Elementary school all those years ago.
"Ah- um, hi-" He murmurs in a soft gentle but deep tone. He said underneath his breath as he brings his hand to behind of his head, so it was hard for you to make out his words, but his gaze doesn't dare tries to avert from yours. "I'm here now. Sorry for intruding..."
"It IS you!" You throw your arms around him instinctively for a tight hug and his face in shock. He didn't know whether to blush from the shock, hug back (which he ended up doing instinctively) or whatever usually guys do when receiving a hug. Regardless without a doubt, he was flushed that you were able to remember him, he was almost certain that you've forgotten his existence.
"Oh my gosh, I've missed you Shigeo!" You pull back slightly whilst giggling softly, your arms still around him and his around your waist still.
"It's good to see you [Y/N]." He sheepishly smiles. Almost hesitant to reply to you, but he whispers underneath his breath. "I missed you too..."
Explosion Meter: 8%
Luckily, you brain was too occupied in "I need to clean" mode to hear it...
The amount of people in the notes to this post (and any other space dogs related content) being surprised that Belka and Strelka or some other “dogmonaut” survived starts to concern me. Surely you guys know that most of the space dogs survived their journeys and went on with their doggy lives? Certainly you understand that getting the living creatures into the space and safely bringing them back was the point in these experiments? Like, you all get that these dogs were sent into space as part of the programme aimed at safely getting a human cosmonaut there, and Soviets weren’t just launching puppies to their deaths for the fun of it? You don’t just baselessly extrapolate Laika’s fate on all of them, right? Right?
…
Anyway, in case you get worried or upset looking at the space dogs’ photos, please know that most of the space dogs survived their journeys and went on with their doggy lives. They were sent into space as part of the programme aimed at safely getting a human cosmonaut there. Getting the living creatures into the space and safely bringing them back was the point in these experiments. Belka and Strelka definitely survived their flight, Strelka had puppies (one was gifted to JFK), and they both lived well into the old age.
i forget her actual name(it translates to little star) but the last of the dog cosmonauts before gagarins flight ended up being adopted by gagarin and his wife and he often spoke about being grateful for her contribution
That would be Zvozdochka. She was also named by Yuri Gagarin. Here’s a picture of her with her friends sourced from a Russia Beyond article that manages to misidentify all 4 dogs (correct labels added to bottom of photo added by me)
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Not people saying “Fandom has always been like this” in that vent post I made. No. It hasn’t always been like this. Fandom has NEVER been like this until recently and if you were in fandom pre-tumblr purge, pre-twitter, pre-netflix boom, pre-tiktok….then you would fucking know it was nothing like this.
We still had the drive to create. We still sold prints and charms and made zines…but it was never like this.
The introduction of streaming, binge shows that drop all at once, tiktok and vine RIP i still love u vine but you were the beginning of a particularly ugly era) creating this bite sized, quick paced ‘content’ era of creation and it bled out into fucking everything else.
Fandoms didn’t die down when the show ended or the season was over. You didn’t mass unfollow artist, writers or moots just because they changed fandoms. There wasn’t this need to please the algorithm in order for your posts to get seen by people and enjoyed.
Fandoms used to last YEARS. Star Trek is literally the oldest running fandom out there and you got people in there that could care less about the new stuff and still have been happily prancing through their fucking fifty year old fandom today. Hell, even SPN after all it’s fuckups and shitshows has a dedicated fanbase STILL creating tons of art and fic.
There is no patience anymore. No calm feeling of taking in fandom and friends at a pace that which doesn’t make you stressed and is still fun.
Do I blame fandom for this? Of course not, but people are complacent with it and start changing their vocab to accommodate and end up making the situation so deep it cant be fixed.
We call Art & Fic Content now, completely stripping the value of what it is to a level of consumerism instead of personal entertainment & community bonding.
I'm sorry, the moment you hear someone with a voice that sounds like this guy put your hand in your pocket over your wallet and do not let go till you haven't seen him for 10 or more min.
inspired by how I do not let my 27ish followers be dead for longer than a ritual cooldown :) (and now I have so many immortal necklaces and egg yolks???? forever cult forever and ever)
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thinking about that post of people assuming ao3 has an algorithm and also about how bonkers persistent the view is that ao3 is social media lite. like with startling regularity I get comments saying something along the lines of "it's probably weird to comment on a fic this old--" no it isn't!!!! this is an archive I am literally just assuming you searched for a selection of specific tags or sorted by kudos or looked back on my pseud or any other number of completely normal ways to use an archive site ?? kill the tiktok ghost in your brain and comment on old stuff it's NOT weird
Guess how many people contact us regularly to ASK for us to have an algorithm, go ahead. Because it's many. And I always take a little bit of enjoyment in explaining that no, we're not going to build a system to recommend fics to you based on your kudos, because for one thing that would be extra work, and for another thing that would require us to be tracking and using a lot more of your data than we want to. We actually do not want to monitor that people who liked Fic A also liked Fic B, or that people who like the tag "butt plugs" might also enjoy the tag "anal fisting", or whatever other nonsense seems to be the expectation these days. I already know enough (more than I'd love, in a perfect world!) about people's reading habits, and I don't want to have that knowledge deployed via algorithms on the Archive just because someone really wants an automated conveyer belt of content being streamed directly into their feed based on us extrapolating from their most commonly used tags or their most frequently visited works or whatever.
(I also do not want to imagine how many people would contact us to yell at us the second they got a 'bad' recommended fic. "I can't believe that you recommended this to me, you monsters!")
Anyway here's my favourite sentence to include in my answers: "We hope instead that users will take control of their own experience using the Archive, and choose for themselves what works they wish to view or not view." Apparently a novel view in this day and age.
I don't know if you have answered this already, (it may be farther down in your posts and I just haven't seen it) but what other art or artists have inspired your art style? I see your art and I instinctively know "Oh it's them!" and I wanted to know what art brought you to where you are now.
Just intrigued, not trying to pry.
(Btw your writing and art scratch the brain itch very well )
i'll make an actaul full list of medias one day but i immediatly went back to my roots-
Soul Eater Soul Eater Soul Eater I would chop off two fingers in order to master that art style it has. all of em. the vibes
I think it mainly shows in how I draw my faces, but Soul Eater was a massive part of my childhood and was a huge influencer of everything I do, it was also the first source material I ever made fanart for. And since Soul x Maka was my first pairing to love little hints of them are in everything since then
I mean. Look at the openings below the cut. Biting and chewing.
Emotional revelations due to said near death experiences
Enemies to Friends to Lovers
Mutual Pining but they believe its unrequieted
"you're my worst enemy but you're so important to me"
Drunk chapter where at least One fist fight happens
Bridal carry after someone gets injured
Slow Burn...of course
"i got you this gift because it benefits me and im not telling you how" (the benefit is seeing the other person enjoy the gift)
Force Alliances or Temporary Truces
"I don't like killing but I'll do it for you"
"I prefer to kill my problems but I won't, for you."
Or: "This person has no idea how many people I've killed in order to protect or provide for them and I'm going to keep it that way."
Mean or Villian Character is actaully a really good Sibling/Parent/Child,ect and has someone they care about
Or better, Villian character adopts child AND is a good parent
Everyone knows the pairing likes each other except for the pairing
Temporary (or non-temp)Amnesia
"I learn your favorite things because I plan to use them against you one day" (proceeds to not do that) (proceeds to get them food or items that persons likes just because they like them)
Breaking and Entering. Literally.
Person A is in love, Person B says they're not but they're 10x times worse actaully
Slip-of-the-tongue/Accidental confessions. Doesn't have to be love confessions but just "whoops i was not supposed to say that"
Biting as a love language
One is feral and bloodthirsty but is put in the position of 'protecting an idiot' because the other is also feral and has no self-preservation. Both characters must be badass, just equally stupid
Kiss on the head/cheek while the other person is sleeping
Bloodstained kiss
Heat-of-battle confession about something
Protagonist refusing to become villian or repeat villian mistakes, not in a 'owo i cant do that its bad' and more like 'fuck you you dont get to see what you wanted to make of me'
Signifier of 'this is my friend/family/lover'. Could anything between a ring, a jacket over someone's shoudlers or scent marking, anything
"if im immortal, then you gotta be too or we both dyin"
Knight x Their Charge
Human x Non-Human
Sunshine x Grump
Character that looks sooooo cute. Oh he's a little fucked up actaully
"ahhaha he's such a freak haha. i need him carnally."
They are mortal enemies. They are also best friends.
Hostage / Rescued trope plus Hostage / Doesn't get to rescue because the hostage killed everyone already
Plot info that's missing that's vital to the story and it's revealed that One of the pairing or someone in the group knew the info the entire time
"I said mean things to you because I hate you, so why am I feeling guilty now"
There was only One Bed
Really competent and scary character is really GOOD at a harmless and charming small hobby completely uncharacteristic to their public persona
Nightmares. And then sleeping in the same bed because of nightmares
Cultural differences / Language Barrier
Character gets so surprised flustered they trip over something or break something and it topples and it starts a chain reaction like a cartoon
There are more but these are some of which I can remember off the top of my head. I've written many of these myself in several of my stories and will continue to do so until the end of time, esp my faves
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I was talking to one of my cis guy friends, and I called him “the big man” and he said, “that just made me very happy.” And the tone in his voice, I just knew exactly how he felt, “that’s gender euphoria!” I exclaimed.
I don’t know why I never realized, but yeah. Cis people experience euphoria. Like many cis guys who go to the gym do it to affirm their gender. The cis men who get mad at being emasculated–they’re experiencing dysphoria! Trans people aren’t different or odd for experiencing these things. We’re just like everyone else, and somehow nobody talks about it!
Like my femboy friend gets euphoria from being gnc, but he gets dysphoria by the idea of someone calling him a girl or using the wrong pronouns. Cause cis people have their own gender identities, they just happen to align with their agab.
It all makes sense.
I feel like cis people might understand if we explained it like this. Maybe I’m just being hopeful though. I’ve always just thought the “well they feel like the opposite” explanation is lacking any amount of personal relation that a cis person could attach to.
The feeling I get when I break out my tools and put together some furniture or put up some shelves or cook a badass steak and don’t fuck it up is the same feeling my trans friends get when they get to wear the clothes they like?
I’ve been saying this for a bit, but curiously, as a cis woman I didn’t experience the “gender euphoria” thing until I stopped shaving+cut my hair short+ started being more “masculine” it was like i’d figured out the kind of woman I wanted to be and it became cool and fun to be a woman at all
I think people trying to fit standards for what their bodies should look like isn’t dysphoria per se, it’s more of a socially imposed thing, but I feel like the euphoria thing is something a lot of cis people do experience.
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