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[wretchedhearted]

⤏ send me “plots please”

… and I’ll respond with  3  (or more)  interesting  plots / relationships / connections  I can think of for our muses!   There is  no pressure  for us to write any of them,   but it’s a great starting point for you to get a sense of how I think our muses might interact and what sorts of plots I’m most interested in happening between them  -  so don’t be shy!

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[florbe-triz]

Some Teru and Mob for your health! (and for my health)

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Mr. Arataka ... I fear I've developed a crush on you. Do you sell a cure for that?

"Yeah, buddy, I've got a cure for you. It's on the house."

"Take this booklet. It has my rates in it. Once you've outgrown pranks feel free to look it over and come back when you've got a real problem. Get well soon."

[chalroe]

mp100 fandom may i offer you the 9473th flower bouquet drawing?

[ID: a digital drawing of shigeo kageyama from mob psycho 100. he is shown from the back, holding a huge bouquet of flowers of all shapes and colors. shigeo is a japanese boy with light to medium skin and a black bowlcut. he is wearing a black school uniform. the background is bright blue and on the top it says “one more week”. end ID.]

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hinokvmi​:

               He   couldn’t   help   it   -   the   unwithheld      snicker      that   leaked   between   his   teeth   at   his   lackluster   supplement   to   his   presence.   It   was      …         silly      in   a   way,   to   be   constantly   faced   with   his   own   abundance   of   confidence   and   Shigeo’s      lack   thereof.      He   regarded   him   so   highly,   he   could,   at   times,      forget      that   where   his   opiniated   image   of   himself   swelled   beyond   modest   terms.   Teru’s   cheeks   went   pink,   reminding   himself      again      and   thereon   to   practice   a   life   of   diffidence.   

                  ❛      You   only   need   to   bring   yourself,      ❜      He   brightly   insisted,   the   uplift   of   his   mood   no   longer      dampened      by   his   spiraling   thoughts,      ❛      I’m   not   chef,   but   I   am      perfectly      capable   of   cooking.   As   a   host,   I’d   be      happy      to   prepare   you   a   meal.   We   could   even   go   shopping   for   ingredients   together,   if   you’d   like.   To   make   it   more   of   a   team   effort?      ❜      The   pitch   in   his   voice   climbed,   ending   on   endearingly      hopeful      the   longer   his   offer   went   on.   His   fingers   danced   over   his   lap   again,   entwining   and   unfurling,   unsure   of   where   to   let   them   rest   without   seeming   to      anxious,      ❛      you’ve   helped   me      plenty      in   the   past,   you   know?   I   wager   this   endeavor   will   prove      no   different.      You   are   a   compassionate   person,   and   a      wonderful      friend      -      ❜      And   suddenly   the   air   went   out   of   him,   like   he’d   just   been      sucker   punched      in   the   stomach.   His   voice      crackled      over   the   word      friend,      haltingly,   and   Teru   hung   his   head   like   he   couldn’t   even      believe      it   had   even   come   out   of   his   mouth.   

            After   an   extended   moment   of   inward   berating,   he   raised   his   head   and   sucked   back   in   the   air   that   he   had   lost   -   gradually,   his   previous   demeanor   returned   in   bits   and   pieces,      ❛      …      If   -   If   I   am      at   all      worthy   to   refer   to   you   as   such,   that   is?   I   know   we’ve   had   our   differences   in   the   past   and   that   things   are      entirely      different   now,   that   those   are   things   we   have   moved   on   from,   but   I   never   -      ❜      Teru’s   laugh   was      bitter      this   time,   completely      uncertain      of   himself   after   one   slip-up   alone,      ❛      -   I   never      quite      apologized   for   what   I’d   done   to   you,   have   I?   I   had   a      hideous      overreaction   to   have   my   self-perceived   superiority   threatened.   I   find   it   -      ❜      He   fumbled   the   word,   now   staring   studiously   at   his   fingers,   finally   folded      still      over   his   knee,      ❛      …      implausible      you   choose   to   speak   to   me   at   all,   no   matter   what   lengths   I   go   to   in   order   to   correct   my   behavior.   Perhaps   it   is   what   fortifies   my   belief   that   I   am   undeserving   of   your   benevolence,   but   am   wholly      grateful      for   it   none   the   less.      ❜

Shigeo’s mind lingered a pace behind, savoring the details that set his anxieties at ease. Of course Teruki would be good cook, and Shigeo liked choosing vegetables from the store, and they were friends, and they were friends--

His heart lurched as Teru’s aura darkened. Only then did he begin to understand where this was going.

In the short time they’d been hanging out, Shigeo had come to appreciate one very interesting talent that Teruki seemed to possess-- namely that he could inspect the jumbled word salad that Shigeo often made while pawing around for his point, reach in to find the exact idea he was failing to convey, and repeat it back to him but with words much simpler and much more sensically ordered than Shigeo himself could manage right then. Shigeo had often coveted this skill, but never quite as much as he did right now. Without warning, Teruki had picked up speed, tone changing, the topic sliding away from his control and into something that made him feel sick.

An apology, Shigeo noted at long last. He sucked in a breath, but could barely hear it over the pounding of his heart. It didn’t feel like an apology. At least, he couldn’t make himself feel like he ought to on such an occasion. It was all too sudden a change, the sharp edge of a lightning strike cutting through stagnant air like a knife through flesh--like clouds overhead, a darkening sky, a trembling body, air thinning, eyes darting, breath shallow, senses dulling, unable to cry out as the breath he held lodged tightly in his chest--

--but then he exhaled, eyes blowing wide. How long had he been frozen there? Teru was still there looking desperate and haunted and a handful of other things Shigeo couldn’t quite identify. Somehow he had wandered away from this shared moment, far beyond the pleasant breeze accompanying the afternoon sunshine. It felt surreal now, being offered an apology by a person much too friendly on a day much too lovely when he had felt himself at the knife’s edge only a heartbeat before. It was a bit like being in trouble, only he was the principal and he hadn’t asked to be and he still had detention anyway. Something like that.

More importantly, it occurred to Shigeo he hadn’t said anything in a while. Longer than even his most egregious of social faux pas, in fact.

“Hanazawa, I--”

What was he supposed to say? That it was okay?  He was pretty sure the whole thing was far from okay, despite how forgiven Hanazawa might be right now.  

And he had forgiven Hanazawa...right?  He hadn’t asked himself before, but surely he must have. They ate together sometimes and they had defeated Claw, so that had to mean they were friends by now even if they had never said so out loud. But Shigeo wasn’t exactly experienced enough to know how official the naming of friendships should be, and anyway, his concerns about the whole thing led to further concerns rather than answers. It was all kind of hard to think about, so he just didn’t. It was easier to let Hanazawa lead. He had probably thought about it enough for the both of them.

“It’s okay,” Shigeo began, before correcting himself

“Well, not okay, but...you wont do it again, so...”

He glanced away, uncomfortable. Hanazawa always seemed prepared dictate their relationship, so he wasn’t particularly ready to be passing verdicts. And anyway, Hanazawa always appeared perfectly comfortable no matter what the circumstance. He had this way of making other people feel comfortable along with him. With the sunny attitude he always offered Shigeo, it was almost as though Teruki had forgotten what they’d done together. Sometimes Shigeo could nearly forget, too.

“I...didn’t realize it bothered you, Hanazawa-kun. You always seem so...”

Shigeo paused, trailing off. His heart rattled in his ears. Maybe it would always be a bother. For both of them.

“You’re a good friend,” Shigeo said at long last, his voice soft beneath the chatter of passers by. “Maybe you weren’t before, but you are now, I think...”

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hinokvmi​:

               Sho   barked   a      laugh,      loud   and   bright   -   the   very      second      he   achieved   Ritsu’s   cooperation,   sliding   off   of   the   desk   to   plant   his   sneakered   feet   onto   solid   ground,   fingers   bunching   the   elastic      seam      of   his   jacket.   

                  ❛      I’m   sure   you   know   what   a      ‘   bucket   list   ‘      is?   I’ve   been   chipping   away   at         mine      ever   since   I   got   out   of   my   dad’s   thumb   -         ❜      He   said   so   with   an   inkling   of   swelling      pride,      the   colorful   aurora   of   his   powers   enveloping   them      both      and   hopping   them   across   space   precisely   the      exact      moment   the   bell   tolled   the   halls   to   a   destination   decidedly      out      of   view   of   Seasoning   Middle   School.   The   moment   he   could   speak   again,   the   words   continued   barreling   out   with      little      reprieve,      ❛      -      the      beach,      for   example.   Never   been.   We’d   have   to   go   swimsuit   shopping   in   that   case,   ‘cause   I’ve   never   had   a   reason      before      now   to   own   one.   Or   maybe   an   arcade?   PC   cafe?      ❜      His   expression   took   on   a      thoughtful      change,      ❛      …      I   actually   can’t   picture   you   playing      any      video   games      -      I’ve   always   heard   them   being   called      mind   numbing      so   they   might   not   fall   under   the      ‘      developmentally   stable      ’      category,   but   I   thought   I   should   mention   it   anyways.   I   didn’t   actually   imagine      getting      this   far   either,   so   I’m   a   li-      iitle      under-prepared.         ❜

“Just because I care about my future doesn’t mean I never do anything fun,” Ritsu huffed, trying to appear dismissive.

“And anyway, Shige and I play video games all the time.”  

‘All the time’ was perhaps an overstatement given their differing obligations, and privately Ritsu suspected most people wouldn’t peg his brother as somebody who had hobbies like gaming.  The less he said about it, the better, probably. More importantly, Sho was doing that thing again--the one where he flips everything back on him just to make him squirm. He wouldn’t squirm. Not this easily, at least.

“More importantly, you have some nerve to call yourself an expert.” 

There was a rough edge in his tone, challenging his companion, albeit too playful to truly cut. 

“I thought somebody who was so practiced at skipping school would know all the best spots for this hour. Surely an uncool novice like me should be following your lead, right? Or else I’ll just say something lame like takoyaki.”

[iovest]

happy mob season 3 release :-)

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hinokvmi​:

               A   blink.   The   abrupt   change   in   Ritsu’s   attitude   might   have   given   anyone   else      whiplash      -      but   Sho   was   an      observer.      He’d   spent   a   lifetime   on   the   sidelines,   in   the   shadows,   and   had   even   went   as   far   as   learning   how   to      bend   light      and   become      invisible      so   that   eavesdropping   was   a   piece   of   cake.   Reading   people   was   second   nature.   And   Sho   was   …      pretty      sure   he   just   witnessed   the   younger   Kageyama   full   on      spiral.      And   there   wasn’t   even   a   slip   in   his   inflection   that   would   have   proved   it.      Hm.

               Sho   then   hopped   onto   Ritsu’s   desk,   brushing   his   books   aside   -   without   knocking   them   off   -   and   curating      just      enough   room   so   that   he   was   perched      precariously      atop   the   wood.   He   made   himself   a      centerpiece      amidst   a   class   that   didn’t   even   knew   his   name,   shock   of   red   hair,   ripped   denim   and   all,   and   held   up   a   hand   of   five   fingers.   For   everything   a   listed   off,   he   would   curl   that   digit   into   his   palm.   

                  ❛      Thirty   seconds   is      plenty.      For   one,   Ritsu   -   class   is      boring,      and   you’re      smart.      You   probably   already   know   everything   they’re   gonna   lecture   you   about   today   and   will   complete   whatever   worksheet   they   pass   out   regardless   what   it’s   about.   Secondly,      I’m      bored.   The   people   I   recruited   from   my   father’s   organization   are   more      underlings      than   they   are   friends   and   it   would   be      weird      for   a   middle   schooler   to   go   to   the   movies   with   a   bunch   of   random   adults!   And   thirdly   -   I   will   state   this.      Out      loud!   Just   to   convince   you,   no   matter   how   embarrassing   it   might   sound.   Okay?   Are   you   ready?      ❜      Sho   sucked   in   a   noisy   exhale   to   play   on   his   dramatics,   and   spoke   in   a      single      breath   of   hair   to   fit   it   into   the   last   ten   seconds   of   time   he   was   afforded,      ❛      -      I   am   under   socialized   with   kids   my   age   and   I’m   going   stir-crazy   cooped   up   in   my   apartment   all   by   myself.   And   you’re   probably   more   well-adjusted   than   I   am   so   -         ❜      A   shrug,   eye   roll,   and   a   purse   of   his   lips   all   at   once,      ❛      …      Let’s      hang   out?      ❜

“Okay, deal.” Ritsu said, and may have said sooner if Sho hadn’t seemed so invested in the idea of convincing him. Sho, for better or worse, seemed to revel in having his attention. Ritsu, for better or worse, didn’t usually mind giving it to him.

In truth, Ristu suspected his mind had already been made up the second his books hit the table.  Being a salaryman would suck enormously if he didn’t at least have some good stories to tell his 2.5 children or whatever. He took hold of Sho by the wrist that balanced him preciously on the desk and willed their bodies to apparate elsewhere.  When after an instant they still remained in place, he made a graceful recovery to one of his more practiced skills. If he couldn’t teleport he could at least give directions.

“Get us out of here,” Ritsu insisted. He gave a squeeze as to offer a reminder of the imminent school bell.  The last thing he needed was an entire class of students rolling in to appreciate how feral and undomesticated his best friend was. And anyway, hadn’t Suzuki come here to be domesticated?  That’s what his last point sounded like. If that was the case, they had a lot of work to do today.

“What well adjusted thing are we doing, anyway?” Ritsu asked, amused.  “Cutting class isn’t on the well adjusted docket so we’ll have to do something more developmentally stable than going to school if you want to meet your hanging out goals for the day.”

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“Listen, it’s not that I don’t appreciate being allowed to hang out with you kids in your twitter poll, but I really think it’s right that I bow out around now.”

“See, I know what a MILF is, I know what a DILF is, and I know what a twink is. I couldn’t rightfully win the poll for Tumblr Sexyman because I’ve never heard of that in my life. What is that, some kind of disease?”

[justflushme]

Nene: I want to hear it. I want to hear those 3 little words Hanako-Kun.

Hanako *holds her hand*: I love you.

Nene: No. Try again.

Hanako *sighs*: Fine.

Hanako: I will behave.

[kawachii]

モブ 🥦

[brandirecognition]

tiny mob

[aikirakugaki]

What’s even happening 😂

[esper-eclipse]

train ride during busy hours