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myslvtwritings · 10 months

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Hi, can you write kokushibo with a reader that is the total opposite of him? Like reader it's loud, sassy and chaotic and kokushibo... is kokushibo.

definitely! thank you for the request<3

Kokushibo with a S/O who’s the complete opposite of him.

➤ headcanons

Kokushibo x Opposite!GN! reader

warnings: mentions of murder, reader is low-key an asshole.

• It’s beyond astounding how the two of you ended up as a couple.

• First off, it surprises everyone because the both of you are the COMPLETE opposite. (Personality wise)

• The other uppermoons and even Muzan are basically dumbfounded.

• Because out of all people, Kokushibo ended up with YOU!

• You’re low-key like Douma mixed with Daki (But with your own personality)

• You’re cunning, feisty, sassy as hell, not afraid to reveal your presumptuous attitude. You’re quite the prankster as well! You have the tendency to consistently tease others too.

• On the other hand, our boy Koku here is reserved, envious, menacing, the strong silent type. (in a creepy way)

• So how the hell did you pull HIM?

• But you know what they say, opposite tend to attract.

• Kokushibo tends to despise people like you.

• But here you are, dating uppermoon one.

• You got that W rizz

• At first, Kokushibo HATES you, hates your personality, just utterly resents you.

• However, he keeps his mouth shut because he knows better.

• But that all changes when the two of you (eventually) fall in love.

• Still finds you aggravating as hell but somehow tolerates your behavior because he cares for you despite how much of a nuisance you can be at times..

• Kokushibo has the capability to handle you but god forbid you make him the target of your immature pranks and schemes.

• tolerates you but even he has his limits.

• You’re quite the piece of work.

• Whenever, Kokushibo gets angry with you he surprisingly doesn’t hurt you but his way of punishing you is giving you the silent treatment.

for instance:

• There was a time where you made a offensive joke about Kokushibo and his beef with his sibling (Yoriichi)

• Your goal was to receive a recreation out of him..

• Mission=failed.

• Now, he has quite pissed that you had he audacity to pull some shit like that i’m front of him.

• To make matters worse, you cracked the joke in front of ALL the other uppermoons!

• Akaza is stunned, Douma thinks it’s knee-slapping hilarious, Hantengu is scared for you, Gyokko is giggling in the corner, Daki is giving Kokushibo a shit-eating grin, Gyutaro remains silent and nakime doesn’t care.

• Kokushibo ignored you for a week after this then returned like nothing happened 💀

• You apologized to him because you realized that you embarrassed him and felt bad about it. So you put off the attitude and apologized like the mature adult you are.

• Honestly, he must admit, you’re not all bad.

• Doesn’t care if you’re too loud either.

• There are times where you even made him smile and laugh. (You’re so adorable sometimes even when you’re chaotic!)

• You can’t figure out what’s scarier, your crazed personality or seeing this boy become all giddy around you.

• It’s INSANELY rare to witness Kokushibo smiling/laughing.

• All though he never smiles that much, do not let that fool you! This man adores you.

• Kokushibo is a demon, so his way of showing/giving affection is abnormal.

• He used to have a wife, so the most normal type of affection you’ll receive is that domestic fluffy shit.

• Sometimes when you’re acting all bratty and won’t shut up he’ll kiss you to keep your little mouth shut.

• Kokushibo isn’t the super flirty type, you’re wayyy more charismatic than he is.

• I like to think that he gets easily flustered if you’re overly flirtatious and seductive towards him.

• Whenever you speak all seductively to him or call him cheesy petnames he becomes a blushing mess and forgets how to speak.

• You’re the master at rizzing him up.

• He hates it. but you love it because you know he’s secretly fond of it.

• Kokushibo may dislike your personality at times but if anyone else attempts to hit on you or is mean towards you he will kill them in an instant for you.

• Douma and Karaku have the tendency to flirt with you behind Kokushibo’s back

• Kokushibo always finds out and i pity Karaku and Douma for what happens next.

• NOWWW If another human flirts with you or if they bully you.. Kokushibo will kill them immediately. LIKE IMMEDIATELY.

• Brings you their head as a gift for you.

• You always tease him for how overprotective he is.

• All though you and Kokushibo are the polar opposite he still loves you deeply and views you as his other half.

• no one still knows how the two do you got into a relationship.

that’s about all. feel more than free to send me more requests!

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fatphobiabusters · 5 months

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I have been forced to see so many Noom ads by YouTube, and each time I can't believe their audacity and how far they're willing to go. Off the top of my head, I can think of three specific Noom ads that astound me every time I have the displeasure of being reminded that Noom exists:

All of the ads that are just them showing footage of either extravagant or absolutely wild, no-one-has-ever-eaten-this food dishes with voice over saying "I couldn't figure out why I wasn't losing weight!" And the most recent iteration of this ad starts with footage of someone spraying whipped cream on a hot dog. Why? Who knows! But it's apparently related to why the paid voice actor wasn't losing weight I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I was actually telling Mod Squirrel about this ad last night because the manipulative tactics of this one are so blatant and disgusting. The Noom ad starts with footage of puppies—I kid you not—and then says "Sick and tired of feeling sick and tired about your weight? We've got you!" I don't know what's more disgusting, the fact that they're using puppies (PUPPIES!!!!) to sell their fatphobic eating disorder app like some kind of cartoon villain, or the fact that they're pretending to come to the rescue of people who are tired of feeling ashamed of their fat bodies when companies like Noom are one of the direct causes of that internalized fatphobia in the first place. That would be like a canister of gasoline showing up to a house on fire and saying "Tired of me coming to your house ten minutes ago to set all of your belongings and memories ablaze? Don't worry, I've got you!" *starts a forest fire in the forest behind the house* "That'll be $100."

It's been a while since I've had to see this shitty Noom ad, and I hope it's because they received backlash for it since even people who don't care about fat liberation at least care about xenophobia. Does anyone remember that advertisement Noom made of (if I'm remembering correctly) a Latine grandmother showing her grandchildren love by cooking them homemade food that was part of their culture, and Noom called people like this Latine grandmother "food-pushers"? Literally coming after grandmothers making their grandchildren food from their cultural heritage????

Please let 2024 be the year that the Noom app dies. I am so tired of that fucking app.

-Mod Worthy

#ED mention #diet culture #capitalism #manipulative advertising #fatphobia #Mod Worthy #Noom

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llyfrenfys · 9 months

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i must admit i know nothing of welsh history or language. im reclaiming learning the irish language bc i know the history of it and bc i think it's essential to protect native languages of various places. but as someone who doesn't know welsh history, i see "its not like welsh people were beaten for speaking it" and i recoil in a sense of distaste. because while i may not know the history, i very much doubt no one ever in the world has been beaten for speaking welsh, that's a pretty huge assumption to make even if a language isn't being legally oppressed (assuming thats what op really meant). but also, i just loathe the idea that only minority languages are worth saving or caring about if they're being beaten out of people. genocide happens in many ways and only some of them are actually active violence/assault, most are subversive, and purposefully so

idk if i should even be speaking on this bc i dont know the history of welsh but i feel like you literally dont need to know the history behind it to see something very wrong with "speakers of a minority language should shut up if they're not actively being killed for it"

Sorry I took so long in getting to this ask (post anon is referring to) but yeah- that post was gobsmacking to me as a Welsh speaker. I've studied language loss and revitalisation and I can name several endangered languages in which children (and adults) were beaten and abused for speaking their native tongue. For example, we covered the Tlingit language in Alaska (one of the few North American languages I've studied) which is subject to a revival- some Tlingit wanted to learn the language, while others (usually older people) had an aversion to the language. One man said that whenever he speaks Tlingit he can taste soap because he was punished as a boy for speaking Tlingit by having a bar of soap put in his mouth. Language loss via abuse is real and prevalent in many, many endangered languages. The audacity to assume Welsh is somehow immune to that was astounding.

But even if Welsh *was* immune to that somehow (it wasn't) you're right in that we should care about the decline of a language even if it doesn't involve overt suppression. More surreptitious kinds of linguistic genocide lie within the state apparatus. For example, when Wales was merged into the Kingdom of England (see: the Laws in Wales Acts 1535 and 1542) the language of the legal system in Wales was changed to English-only, depriving monolingual Welsh speakers (Welsh was spoken in pretty much every part of Wales at this point) of legal services. This meant that Welsh speakers were effectively pressured indirectly to learn English in order to have a chance at any legal services in court. Over time, the privileging of English over Welsh created a pressure to abandon Welsh in favour of English, because there were 'more opportunities' in English than in Welsh.

Similarly, the true Treachery of the Blue Books wasn't that the British Government in 1847 had ordered a review into Welsh schools and found that too many people were speaking Welsh- but that Welsh-speaking parents began to forbid their children from learning Welsh and supported the findings of the inquiry because they too had felt that pressure of English-language supremacy. Believing that there's more opportunities in English than in Welsh. It's an unfortunate legacy and attitude which still persists today- and none of the Commissioners of the Blue Book Inquiry shed any blood in doing so. But the impact was nonetheless dire. It's also a self-creating cycle: There are no opportunities in Welsh -> People learn English instead of Welsh for opportunities -> There's fewer Welsh speakers to create more opportunities in Welsh ->There are no opportunities in Welsh.

But yeah, I have no idea what the OP of that other post was thinking but it was offensively ignorant in any case. I'm glad though that Welsh's struggles are seen by others at least, in this day and age.

#cymraeg #welsh #ask #gofyn #cwesitiwm #genocide cw #language revitalization #language loss #tlingit #abuse cw #cultural genocide #cwestiwn

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sassyfrassboss · 4 months

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I really think at the Sandringham summit and beyond the family and staff put up extra rings of steel around the Queen where Harry and Meghan were concerned. I think it showed who some of the leaks were coming from, and showed that as long as they kept an arms length from the Sussexes it was best protection the Queen could have from the parasites. It totally floored Harry and Meghan when she was on her deathbed because they screwed themselves by taping the doc a month before and Meghan already gave that disastrous the Cut interview. The Queen passing when she did threw a total spanner in the works for them and their pr. So I agree with you Harry had to see for himself what was true this time with Charles’s cancer announcement.

This was the one year anniversary month of PP's death:

The Duke being Harry.

Describing the visit to see the Queen, which was not announced in advance, the duke said: "Being with her, it was great. It was so nice to see her... she's on great form."

"She's always got such a great sense of humour with me and I'm just making sure she's protected and got the right people around her," he added in a preview of the full interview, expected to air in the US later.

I will never understand how he went from her great sense of humor to making sure she is protected and has the right people around her.

He was giving off the impression that he has the power and authority to make those types of decisions when it came to the monarch.

How on EARTH would he know what type of people she was surrounded by. At that point he had been gone for two years.

The audacity is astounding.

Meghan also had released her podcast remember? Then the rumors was they had to go back in and edit the podcast because she did talk badly about the BRF. Spotify was smart enough to know that would go down like a lead balloon after the world watched the funeral and the massive outpouring of support for the BRF.

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sailor-aviator · 7 months

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Lmao????

Don’t read it then??

It’s literally fiction, my guy. I wasn’t exactly going for complete historical accuracy, and why are you looking for that in fanfiction??

Like the AUDACITY of some people is astounding. Do you think if I was writing for real it would be in 2nd person with y/n? What?

Fuck outta here with that bullshit. Idk why you felt the need to actually comment something except to be mean.

#ao3 #ridiculous #just don’t fucking read it and move on #this was unnecessary #I know I’m a good writer #you think I LIKE typing y/n?#there’s a reason the characters get nicknames dipshit #I hate writing y/n #but I refuse to make ocs because I want everyone to be included #not that there’s anything wrong with ocs #I’m just not interested in making them #if I was gonna make ocs then I wouldn’t be sitting here writing fanfic for y’all #I’d just be writing original fiction #anyway

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chiffiorra · 1 year

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╰┈➤ Leave Scars

➜ Synopsis: Sure you left his life more than a decade ago, but he'd never forget one of the few people who cared about him.

➜ Pairings: Platonic!Haruchiyo Sanzu x fem!reader, minor Takeomi Akashi x reader

➜ This Fic Contains the Following: Manga spoilers, Sanzu's POV for the most part, reader is Takeomi's ex, reader is also a better sibling to Sanzu than Takeomi lmao, minor blood and gore (it's Sanzu c'mon now)

➜ WC: 3,345

➜ Note: woah, this is my longest fic so far. listen he may not be one of my faves, but sanzu deserves so much better even if he has to go through some pain ok? :') the jumps to advance the story may seem weird so apologies. this is also my first time writing for him, i hope i did him justice in a way <3

➜ Songs as Inspiration: Static X - All These Years, The Birthday Massacre - Forever, Epica - Storm The Sorrow

➜ Also Posted on Ao3: here

You met Takeomi Akashi during your first year in high school. Even then, he was fairly known for being a troublemaking delinquent. Granted, he wasn't as well known as his friend Shinichiro Sano, but his name was still enough to put fear into people's hearts.

And yet, you caught his attention somehow. You, the type who minded her business and never was the one to pay attention to drama nor listen to any rumors, had him fall for you. Luckily for him you felt the same and it was enough for him to nab you before Shinichiro even had the chance to ask you out.

Sanzu could remember like it was yesterday when Takeomi brought you over to see his place and introduce you to him and Senju. By then, it had been a year since you and his brother dated.

After nagging Takeomi for so long on meeting his family, he finally caved in and took you to meet them. When you stepped in, you were not expecting to already come across the two younger siblings he told you about countless times. Both of the children were sitting in the living room staring up at you curiously, having paused their playtime.

"Oh!" You exclaimed in surprise. "Are these your siblings?" You asked. You were surprised that they were supposedly not twins as Takeomi said, they looked very similar to each other.

"Yep. This is Haruchiyo, and this is Senju," Takeomi answered, pointing at the boy and girl respectively.

Haruchiyo and Senju still stared at you quietly as you knelt down to their level and introduced yourself to them.

"I'm your brother's girlfriend," you added, smiling. They didn't seem to react to that at all, besides blinking at you.

"Don't worry, they'll get used to you eventually. In fact, why don't we start getting to that right now?" Takeomi said, ruffling your hair. "I gotta go attend a Black Dragons meeting, and you, my sweet beautiful girlfriend, are on babysitting duty!"

Your jaw dropped in shock, the audacity of this man astounded you. "Takeomi, are you kidding me?! Your brother and sister don't know me, why do you think it's a good idea to leave them alone with someone who is a stranger to them?" You exclaimed, standing back up to your feet.

He laughed as he ran out the door and hopped onto his motorcycle before you could even chase after him.

You sighed, running a hand down your face. You couldn't believe that he thought that this was a good idea. As you looked down at the pinkettes, they were also up on their feet, still looking up at you.

. . .

When he came back home, Takeomi did not expect to see both of his siblings sleeping in your arms while the TV still aired some children's show in the background, the TV being the only lighting in the otherwise dark room.

He found you leaning back against the couch, holding both Haruchiyo and Senju's sleeping forms close to you. Haruchiyo was on your left side, his head right up against your heart as he slept, light snoring could be heard from him. Senju was on your right, her hand clinging tightly to your shirt even while she dreamed away.

You were close to sleeping as well, now wide awake as your boyfriend came back. As he watched the scene with confusion, you smiled sheepishly in return.

"I didn't want to wake them up. It all started with them sitting in my lap and they grew tired," you explained.

Takeomi rolled his eyes but he was not frowning. In fact he was happy, happy that his siblings had taken a liking to you already. He smiled as he grabbed the polaroid camera and took a few photographs of you smiling while cuddling his sleeping siblings.

This was just the beginning of his brother and sister seeing you as the big sister they never had. And it sure would bite him back in the ass later on when Haruchiyo and Senju would soon prefer you over him weeks later.

Takeomi rubbed the sides of his forehead and sighed as he watched the scene in front of him. He could feel a headache coming. One sibling was hugging onto one side of you while the other did the same to the other side. Both siblings frowned up at their older brother.

"Haruchiyo, Senju, she has to go home. She can't stay here forever," Takeomi said, exasperated.

"Yes, she can." "Why not?" Both said at the same time. He could sigh again and shook his head as you laughed and ruffled their foreheads.

"I'll come back tomorrow, okay? Don't worry!" You reassured them as they only hugged you tighter in response. Takeomi was just very appalled at what was going on in front of him.

As the two got to know you more, they only grew to love you more than words could ever describe, especially Haruchiyo. He loved it when you would let him greet you with a hug, and he loved it when you would let him or Senju interrupt your time with Takeomi. Like interrupting your makeout sessions with him by squeezing between you two and demanding more forehead kisses, even though it was mainly Senju who did that. Or letting him rest his head on your lap during movie nights when he should've been in bed. His brother was never pleased with all the cockblocking both of them did, but he did his best to deal with it.

He especially loved it when you defended him against any complaint that his brother made or any fault that was placed onto him for the littlest things. It was always him, never Senju, who took the blame.

It was always him. Never. Fucking. Senju.

You met Mikey, Emma, and Baji later on and they would soon grow attached to you too, also seeing you as a sibling figure. It was to the point where Mikey once complained to Shinichiro that you always hung out at the Akashi residence, much to the laughter of the latter.

Throughout holidays and birthdays, Haruchiyo naively thought that you would stay in their life forever but unfortunately all good things came to an end.

Three years after you and Takeomi were together, two after meeting him and Senju, the worst happened.

You and Takeomi broke up.

Sure it was a mutual breakup for whatever reason he could care less about even to this day, but the one he cared about, other than Mikey and Baji, left him.

And a week later, he earned his scars and tried to smile and laugh through the pain as ordered to. That was also the day he dropped his old surname "Akashi" and decided to go by "Sanzu" instead. Sometimes the memory of that day still made his skin crawl, but he would never admit it to anyone.

A lot proceeded to happen over the years as well, sometimes it felt like time was passing by way too fast for Sanzu's eyes. Shinichiro passed on, Baji passed on, he followed Mucho to Tenjiku only to repay him for his treachery in the worst way possible later on, Emma passed on, so much had happened that it was sometimes difficult to keep track of.

After so many years of being Mikey's right hand man, he followed his king down into a much darker path that he should've turned back from a long time ago but refused to do so.

Which led him to his current position now: Number Two of Bonten, the Loyal Mad Dog. No subordinate dared to mess with him nor make him angry. Unless they were the Haitani brothers, now those two usually found a way to get under his skin without fear.

As years went by since Bonten's formation, Sanzu had made quite a name for himself amongst the crime underground and people often shook in fear at the sight of him, which pleased him. He wanted people to fear him as much as they would of Mikey; if he were to kill, he'd rather be the last face they saw as they drew their last breath. This of course had happened many times, mind you, but he never got tired of it.

One day would put his usual routine to a halt though thanks to a discovery he made.

It all started on a dull morning: wake up, get dressed, arrive to work, walk past the others with a grunt as a greeting, and head to his office. As he passed Takeomi's office, he saw something on the ground right in front of the door. The door was closed, which meant that the latter was out or was in his office and dropped it.

As Sanzu leaned down to get a closer look, it was a small photograph. As he picked it up and flipped it to the other side, his heart dropped.

It wasn't just any picture, no; it was a picture of you, him, and Senju! From the first day you met and babysat them, they had fallen asleep on you after a long day of playtime and getting to know each other.

Sanzu held his breath as he got up and ran his fingers over the photo, he hadn't seen this one in forever. But yet, it was nice to see that shithead kept a nice memory and never forgot about you, because the former certainly didn't.

What are you up to nowadays? Were you still living around the area? Did you meet someone new?

Were you still alive?

He didn't want to think about the last question too much. As he hurried to his office, he had to find any info about you to see if you were still okay after all these years. He just had to know if one of the very few people he cared about in the world was doing well.

Unfortunately, he never had time to do so during the day so since his schedule was filled with running errands plus the Haitanis doing their daily dose of annoying him to the core. While he was doing research after almost everyone in the building left, he found out that you were indeed alive, much to his happiness. Sanzu also found out that you were married with two children and lived in a much smaller town and worked in a well paying job.

As he found out more and more about you and catching up on what you've been doing over the years, someone opened the door to his office and barged in.

As Sanzu was about to reach for his gun that was hidden in one of the desk drawers, because how dare someone stride in without knocking like they damn well own the place, he looked up and saw Takeomi. Out of all the others, it had to be his least favorite person. His brother.

Or rather, someone who used to be his brother. He disowned both the older and Senju a long time ago as siblings and considered himself an only child. As the two men stared each other down, Sanzu could only sneer at him.

"The hell are you doing here?" He demanded, still having half the mind to consider whether the gun was worth it or not.

Takeomi only stared down at him, "I know you have it. Give it back," he responded. He held out his hand as he said so.

The right hand man of Bonten's leader could say something else to add fuel to the flame as per usual, but he chose not to. He had a more important task to focus on after all, and he'd prefer if his used-to-be brother wasn't in the same room with him.

While still staring at him dead in the eyes, Sanzu flung the photo back at the advisor of Bonten, hitting the other man square in the chest. Takeomi could only let out a "tsk" as he put said photo in his pocket and walked away.

"She was a better sibling to me than you."

That jab made Takeomi pause in his steps, he had a slightly surprised look on his face though Sanzu could not see it. Shaking his head, he chose to keep walking instead of saying anything back.

'He couldn't handle the truth,' Sanzu mused as he continued writing down everything he learned. He now had all of your information and a fleeting thought in his mind was even telling him to visit you. Problem is…

Would you be horrified with how he turned out over the years? There was only one way he could find out for himself.

. . .

He would get that answer a month later when he finally worked up the courage to pay you a visit. He had your and your spouse's schedules memorized so he knew they wouldn't be home, same with your children. Sure his time was limited for an hour or two, but that was all he needed to catch up.

However, Sanzu still had one obstacle in the way: his scars. To fix that, he did the one thing that he hasn't done since he was a teenager, cover them up with a face mask.

Wearing a black hoodie and sweats to blend in with the crowd, he raised his hand to ring your doorbell and waited patiently for you to answer. He didn't even notice his hands were shaking when he rested one of them against the door. Was he that nervous? That word hasn't been in his vocabulary in years.

Haruchiyo Sanzu was never nervous about anything. So why was he acting this way now? Maybe-

The door opened and he held his breath. There you were, staring back at him curiously and almost in fear as your head peered out.

As you were just about ready to shut the door on his face, he held his hand up to stop you, "Wait. Please hear me out."

The word "please" sounded so strange coming out of his mouth as he rarely ever said it in his lifetime, but that wasn't important right now.

"I- I missed you. I wanted to see you for so long after you left," he said.

You only stared back as confusion completely took over the fear, "What do you mean? Who are you?" You asked.

This was it. Sanzu didn't remove his mask just yet but he did put down the hood, and your eyes widened. The pink hair, the blue eyes, you only knew one person like that. There was no way that it could be-

Then when he quietly reached into his pocket and showed you the photo that he stole from Takeomi again, something finally clicked.

"Haru?" You whispered, slowly opening the door more. Even under the mask, it was really him, the sweet little boy you knew so long ago. You were truly shocked, not expecting such a visit from a blast in the past.

He smiled in response. You couldn't see under the mask, but you could see it in the way his eyes crinkled. Just like when he was younger.

As you wrapped him in a big hug and urged him inside, your mood was now brightened. You began asking how he was doing, and he did his best to answer. Of course, avoiding all of the details about him being in Bonten. There was still a lot of mystery surrounding the gang and its members so perhaps he didn't have to worry too much, unless you were going to poke and prod him for more answers about him.

When you led him inside, he finally got a good look at you entirely. You looked almost exactly the same as you did years ago except more mature. But you were still you, the same woman who had a big heart.

"Haru, I want to ask you… how come you're wearing a mask? Are you hiding something?" You joked, giggling. You didn't realize that you weren't far off from that statement and stopped laughing when you realized he wasn't looking too happy, almost upset with himself.

"You would be disgusted," he responded.

"I would never," you immediately said back, confused as to why he would even insinuate such a thing.

As he stood in the middle of the living room, staring down at his hands, you quietly approached him and placed yours over his. "Haruchiyo, listen to me. I couldn't hate you then, and I couldn't hate you now either. May I see you? Please?" You asked.

What the hell, he could never say no to you even now. With his hands shaking again, he reached for his mask and slowly took it off. As he looked back at you, he saw your horrified look before your hands touched his face gently; covering his scars. He found himself leaning into your touch.

"Oh my- Haru… who did this to you?" You asking the question was even hard to say. You were unable to comprehend who could do such a thing to him.

"It… It was…"

Who did this to him? Should he even answer that? He knew you loved Mikey too so long ago, if he told you, you would definitely hate the latter for what he did that day. It was truly a misfortune that it happened after you broke up with Takeomi, but it was better to not tell the whole truth.

"It doesn't matter anymore. It happened so long ago," he finally said after a few seconds of silence. You looked sad that he chose to avoid the question, but understood as it seemed like a sore topic.

As you ran your thumb over one of the scars, you said something that chilled him, "So you're one of them, huh? There was a leak on the internet that was quickly deleted of a guy that looked similar to you."

He couldn't respond as he froze. Did this mean that you hated him now? No, no, no. He really didn't want you to hate him-

"I have nothing against you. I don't know what happened over the years, but I won't judge and I won't tell no one. You have my word."

"I'm a monster-"

"Stop. Monster or not, no matter what, you will still be my honorary little brother, okay?" You said, smiling.

Your eyes told the whole truth. At this point in his life, Sanzu could tell who was lying or not. You always have to figure out who's truthful or not when it comes to being in the most infamous and dangerous gang in all of Japan.

He couldn't take it anymore.

With that, he fell into your arms and started sobbing as he held you close to him. You didn't hate him, you never hated him, and he was relieved beyond comprehension.

Right now he was not Haruchiyo Sanzu, he was not Bonten's Number Two, he was not the Loyal Mad Dog, he was not the right hand man of Manjiro Sano.

Here he was just Haruchiyo or "Haru", and here he could crave the attention that he and Senju always sought from you when they were little.

He could care less whether anyone else thought of him as a monster, that was what he wanted after all. But with you? Never you. He didn't want you to fear him like many would.

Perhaps, and emphasis on perhaps, this home could be a bit of a small safe space for him. He wouldn't ever tell the others, except maybe Mikey if he asked, you did love Mikey too. But he sure as hell wasn't ever gonna spill anything to Takeomi. In his mind, he could reluctantly thank him for having a small hand in finding you, but like hell he would ever let him find out about him meeting up with you.

Before long, his hour was almost up and it was time for him to go. As you two gave your tearful goodbyes, Sanzu decided:

Yes, this was going to a place for him to get away whenever he needed it.

#candy uploads 🍭#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #haruchiyo sanzu #haruchiyo sanzu and reader #platonic reader

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Louis / or & Daniel: "Come on, for old times' sake?"

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Louis can't tell whether or not Daniel is joking, which is...a frustratingly common occurrence, these days. Still, he finds himself in awe of the ease with which Daniel shuffles into the room, makes himself at home as he tugs his sweatshirt over his head until he's leaning against the arm of the sofa in a thin navy blue shirt.

This IS his home, he has to remind himself. Our home.

They're the only ones at home this evening, which should perhaps feel strange, though the awkwardness never does settle in the way either one of them might have expected it to. Armand had begged him, of course, to attend the symphony with he and Sybelle, and Louis had no decent excuse. The truth of it all is that that he feels prickly all over, even in his favorite threadbare sweater, and the leaky faucet on the third floor is driving him mad, and the mere thought of sitting amongst mortals— mortals who cough, and fidget, and breathe all too loudly— makes him want to sink into the floorboards.

He doesn't know how to admit any part of that out loud, but he doesn't have to; whether Armand picks the thoughts from his mind, or simply gathers as much from the pinched-up scowl on his face, he can't discern, but it doesn't matter either way.

"S'alright," he'd heard Daniel whisper on the front doorstep as he saw Armand off. "I'll make sure he's okay."

———

"What?” Is how Louis eventually answers the brash proposal, with all the elegance of a newborn giraffe (though, he would argue, if there ever was a proper way to respond to the proposition of taking blood from your lover’s lover, then it was not covered in his etiquette training).

Sometimes it strikes him, how little he knows about Daniel, despite the remarkable streak of fate threading the two of them together. Sometimes he forgets just how well Daniel knows him. And other times he wonders if Daniel even remembers that interview at all.

"It'll help. With the...y'know." He makes a vague sort of gesture with his hands.

"Don't be ridiculous." Louis says on instinct, and he can feel his shoulders hitch a little higher, his jaw clench a little tighter.

"I know it seems like it'll be too much,” Daniel continues, “but it gives you something to focus on. Trust me, it's like a hard reset. Sometimes you gotta overload the system in order to shut it down and reboot again."

"I am not a robot, Daniel."

"Could'a fooled me." Daniel shrugs, falls back onto the opposite side of the couch, pulls out his phone to check Facebook.

Louis prickles at the comment, frown deepening as he glowers at Daniel. Daniel, the reporter boy. Daniel, the Devil’s Minion. Daniel, who has waded through the depths of madness and somehow re-emerged, only to give Louis—Louis, of all people!—advice.

The audacity astounds him. It strikes him to the very core, if only because it speaks to some silent, dormant curiosity that has made a home in Louis' ribcage for some time now. He's always wondered certain things about Daniel. Are there any remnant threads of that sweet, human nectar in his veins? Does he taste like his maker? Or is he something new altogether, transfused with the strength of the ancient Marius?

"Daniel."

A car passes on the street outside, and it makes him want to tear his skin off.

Violet eyes fix upon him, not in judgment, but with a soft, simple knowing.

Louis takes a breath, moves closer.

"For old times' sake."

#SORRY this is long i just. i’ve never written the two of them together and i kinda love it??#Louis does NOT like accepting help but tbh if anyone knows how to deal with Sensory Overload it’s daniel #drabble #my writing

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Ranking every time the Ten Men get taken down by how cringe fail they are (Part 2)

Warning: this post contains major spoilers for Riddle of Ages!

We're back again already, folks. Part 1 is here; now it's time for round 2 of some good old pointing and laughing.

Book 4: The Riddle of Ages

first appearance of my problematic faves the Katz brothers! There's always gotta be one cowardly goon in the lot, and the Scaredy Katz fulfill their role admirably. This knockout isn't too cringe-worthy, although the dramatic "Now!" [immediately gets knocked out] is quite comical, as well as the image of him trying to run on his knees. 3/10

And here we have Garrotte being painfully average once again. Although this one is made more interesting by the fact that he and Sharpe apparently jumped some random businessmen on the street and stole their completely normal briefcases, then had the audacity to be surprised when said completely normal briefcases didn’t hold up well in a combat scenario. It’s almost as if they’re designed to hold paperwork, not fend off a flurry of tranquilizer darts. Who would’ve thunk. Also. You could literally walk into any Home Depot and find dozens of items more suited for this purpose, which the Ten Men easily could’ve done if they weren’t so darn committed to the stonks bit.

Also, “Most unfair! Such shoddy materials!” is the funniest possible thing you could say upon getting knocked out. It’s giving “trust fund kindergartener encounters Crayola crayons during art class for the first time ever.” Please just say “god damn it” like a normal person. 4/10

See this one is so funny to me. You're telling me that the infamous shock watches, which have terrorized several of our beloved characters over the course of the series, can be defeated simply by doing simple gymnastics? it's giving "show Sticky doing long division in his head to defeat Curtain's infamous Happiness brainwashing." Also, you're telling me you can knock out people simply by throwing darts at them? wild. anyways. I love Katz getting knocked out mid-threatening leap. 5/10

diversity win! Milligan won't kill you but he isn't above shooting you in the ass! 7/10

sorry this is so long but we need the full context to appreciate how cringe this is. imagine you brought five (5) of your best men to locate SQ Pedalian, a young adult not particularly skilled in combat, and also to fight a teenage girl. And now it's gone so sideways that you're literally the last one left standing. Standing, on top of an ice cream truck that you pushed on top of your opponent, who is now trapped beneath and yet has his hands casually laced behind his head as if he's tanning on the beach. And you got tricked into standing there, pinned by an empty gun, and simply watching while he loads darts into the (previously empty) gun. And now he's just shooting a bunch of empty darts at you, one after another, while you have to stand there and wait for him to finally knock you out. I think I would disintegrate on the spot. Also "You wouldn't shoot me in the face. That's not your style" bestie you just watched him shoot Sharpe in the ass. Would you prefer that instead? 9/10

This one might take the cake. First of all, they all fell for the trap, so now they're stuck in jail again like 3 days after escaping. And then, the teenage girl you've been terrorizing for years finally turns your stupid condescending pet names right back on you before a nine year old uses her mind powers to make you knock yourself out with your own weapon. 🫵 CRINGE. 10/10

Still very cringe, though less so than McCracken. It's kinda funny that Constance made them use their shockwatches instead of the (less painful) handkerchiefs. 6/10

Y'know, given the Katz brother's astounding loser energy, I'm amazed that they might actually have the least cringe take down. Taking the coward's way out. I respect it. Love them staring out the window. sad tigger gif here. Bonus points for ratting out Crawlings for being awful. 1/10 and two gold star stickers for them both

And, finally, for the grand finale, our favorite cringe boy is back:

Crawlings is making up for having fewer appearances in this book by making his COUNT. and YIKES. I literally have to step away every time I read this. From the supervillain monologue, to everyone groaning at him and then simply ignoring him (knowing what's about to happen), to Crawlings immediately poisoning and temporarily paralyzing himself the SECOND he gets a chance to be the Final Girl. And then he gets thrown back into jail. Plus the fact that he's on the floor about to pass out still wondering when the "Genius Serum" will kick in. uhhh. y'know, Crawlings, I might not be a genius either, but I have the slightest inkling that all may not be going according to plan. 11/10

And there we have it folks! The final rankings are:

Hertz: 6

The Katz Brothers: 9

Garrotte: 14

Sharpe: 22

McCracken: 35

And, in first place, with 36 points, our beloved Crawlings.

In conclusion,

#I put way too much time into this #I was surprised McCracken and Crawlings were so close #McCracken gets taken down less frequently but that means his are so much more cringe-worthy #the mysterious benedict society #tmbs #crawlings #mccracken #sharpe #garrotte #hertz #the katz brothers #ten men #the ten men

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