i need some fluff about Koori’s childhood because he must have been happy at least once in his now dark life…(like did he have any close friends or even family members?)

“Daddy, did I do a good job?” Ui Koori waves his homework, wth a big A+ written in red, before his father. His family maintains a temple, and he’s been waiting all day for his parents to return.

He loves that they love him.

“You did fantastic. You’re smart, you know that?” Dad ruffles Ui’s hair. 

“I’ll cook some melon buns as a reward.” Mom smiles at Koori, and he feels like he’s floating. 

The TV begins reporting something about people dying in a ghoul attack. Dad immediately switches the channel.

“What are ghouls?” Ui asks.

His parents exchange glances. 

“Sometimes, Ui, life isn’t fair. That’s all you need to know right now,” Mom says.

He pouts. “But life should be fair.”

“I agree. You’re one of the good guys, Koori, and don’t you forget it.” Dad winks. “And smart too!”  

The Uihai family goes to Disneyland Tokyo…! Where they loose Masanori again! (Love your writings by the way)

Why thank you, Nonny-Mouse!

“Of course. Of course, we’ve lost Masanori again,” Ui mutters.

“Where could he be?” Hairu cranes her neck. “I don’t see him anywhere!”

They push their way through the crowd.

“Maybe he’s in the swings,” Hairu says desperately. She can’t help but fear that someone kidnapped a quarter-ghoul child for vengeance.

“Let’s check his favorite characters,” Ui suggests.

“I have a better idea,” Hairu says weakly. She lifts a shaking finger behind them.

“Huh?” Ui turns around. He shrieks.

Because Masanori is scaling the castle roof. 

“Who taught him to climb?” Ui cries.

“Eto is his aunt and Shio and Furuta his uncles; how are you surprised?” Hairu shoots back. 

They race towards the castle base, where security is already trying to coax him down.

But, naturally, he doesn’t listen. He just climbs higher.

“Masanori!” Hairu wails.

“You know this kid?” demands a guard. 

“He’s our son,” Ui says weakly. Parents walk by, shaking their heads at them.

If they found out he’s part ghoul, they’ll hate him even more. Would the guards even try to rescue him? Ui’s anger ignites. It isn’t fair.

“Do you think you can talk him down? He’s awfully high.” The man is sweating, and Ui kinda hates him.

“What’s he looking at?” Hairu notices a speck on the roof as Masanori hoists himself onto the ledge. Her heart pounds.

He cradles it in his palm and totters back towards the edge of the roof.

“Be careful!” Hairu yells. 

“Well, careful for being on the roof of a castle surrounded by security,” Ui says.

Security rushes through with a ladder, and Ui breathes easier. “Hang on, Masanori!”

When Masanori finally reaches the ground again, Hairu and Ui rush over. “What were you doing?”

Masanori holds up a bird with a broken wing. “I saw a birdy fall and I wanted to save it, Mommy.”

Ui sags against Hairu. His boy is truly the best.

R U a RenUta shipper or a UtaTori shipper?

WHAT IF I AM RENTORI?

Hehe, just kidding. I will absolutely write for both, and invite fans of either or both ships (or Utarentori), to send in asks. They’re all awesome and funny and cuuuuuuuute. 

But if you really want to know: on a personal level, RenUta has an alluring star-crossed lovers dynamic (”I can neither live with you nor without you,” swoon) and Yomo and Uta’s personalities seem to balance each other, whereas Itori and Uta’s mirror each other. These makes me personally more interested in RenUta. 🙂

Oooohhhh. Description of tg girls’ boobs? (if you’re comfy with it obv)

Kirishima Touka – Quite proud of her mole. Pretty confident in her chest size, large enough to be envied but not large enough to hurt. 

Irimi Kaya – Small, firm breasts that are perfect for battle. 

Fueguchi Hinami – Still kinda insecure.

Kosaka Yoriko – Wishes she had Touka’s boobs. 

Nishino Kimi – Felt average. But Nishiki likes them, and now she’s into wearing adventurous bras. 

Kanae Von Rosewald – Would rather pretend she doesn’t have them.

Chie Hori – Has photographed her own more than once. May or may not have shown Shuu. 

Yoshimura Eto – Loves her smallish chest. Hates bras. 

Itori – Also proud of her mole, and loves displaying her perfectly proportioned chest. 

Hoito Roma – Has occasionally complained that she can stay young but not grow her boobs. 

Mado Akira – She likes indulging in lacy push-up bras. 

Gori Misato – Fond of sports bras and other practical wear.

Kusakari Miza – Decided long ago she was going to be a warrior with large boobs, and any male who dismissed her could face her three blades. 

Ihei Hairu – Likes trying on lingerie and other fancy underwear. Secretly quite likes her boobs. 

Yonebayashi Saiko – luxurious and beautiful. She’s proud of them, even if they hurt her shoulders. 

Hsaio Ching-Li – Is ‘meh’ on her whole chest thing. 

Aura Kiyoko – As a veteran, she’s an avid proponent of wearing well-fitted bras.

Kamishiro Rize – Knows her boobs are effing unparalleled, yet vacillates between loving them and hating them because of the attention gross men sometimes give her.  😦 

Nico – Sometimes wishes she had boobs.

Asa – Okay but what are these strange things growing on her chest and how can she put artwork on them?

Iyo – The fact that Matsuri did not notice her lovely boobs was her first clue.  

Could you maybe do lady version of your manhood post please?

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Kirishima Touka – insecure, but has totally taken out a mirror to examine herself. For “biological studies.” 

Yoriko Kosaka – probably keeps everything nice and neat. 

Hinami Fueguchi – Ryoko had given her “the talk” not too long before she died, so every change in her body gives her some measure of sadness. 

Irimi Kaya – refers to it as her ‘doggy,’ not her kitty. 

Nishino Kimi – was insecure. Nishiki helped her embrace her beauty, as she helped him embrace his. 

Itori – probably has a piercing and/or another mole.

Eto Yoshimura – has joked that it looks like she killed someone in her pants at her time of the month. This horrifies Tatara and renders Noro even deader. But she pretty proud of her body at all stages of the month. 

Miza Kusakari – likes herself au natural. 

I can ask for more about Seiakiramon, Perhaps this time from the point of view of Akira or Amon(I think you usually write about Seidou’s point of view). It can be about the scenario you want, I just want more Seiakiramon(it’s my most precious shipp of TG).

“Seidou, it’s Akira’s birthday tomorrow,” Amon says nervously. He can’t believe he almost forgot. He’s such an idiot! He deserves all the glares Maris Stella gives him.

Seidou’s face is expressionless. “Yes, I know.”

“Do you have plans?” Amon demands. Seidou, of course Seidou remembers.

“I have dinner reservations for all of us,” Seidou admits.

“Good!” Amon bites his lip. He needs help, now. “Uh – what do I do?”

“Buy her lingerie for after dinner.”

“Seidou!” Amon’s cheeks feel like they’re being scalded. 

“You know Akira loves that stuff. And you have better fashion sense than me.” Seidou rolls his eyes. 

“I mean, yeah, but…” Amon stutters.

“Sex is still scary for you?” Seidou teases, taking him by the hand. “Come on, husband. I shall show you how to buy a proper lingerie set.”

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“Okay, this is adorable.” Akira lifts out a pink lacy set that immediately sends Amon’s heart racing and Seidou into giggles.

“From Amon,” she reads. “I see. In case you forgot, I know you both. This has Seidou written all over it.” 

“I’m a bad husband,” Amon says.

“Nah.” Akira grins. She stands and heads for the bathroom. “You’re both fantastic. But…you can be my naughty husbands for a bit.” 

Minami and Arima shipper here again! I really liked what you wrote last time! I have a hc that she taught each of the Qs how to use their kagune prior to Re chap1 and can you maybe have each of their reactions? (even Mutsuki if he couldn’t get his kagune out)

Aw thank you! 😀 

“Okay, my rinkaku girl.” Minami smiles at Saiko, who smiles back nervously. “Here’s what you do. Release that kagune.” 

Saiko sends her tentacles out. “Should I make them into something else? Like a fist?” 

Minami shakes her head. “Tentacles will do.”

“I like fists.” Saiko curls her rinkaku into two fists. A thrill of power shoots through her. Finally, maybe she can be her own character.

But she doesn’t want this. Her face falls. 

Minami gasps.”How…how did you do that?”

“I imagine they’re the fists of One Punch Man.” Saiko smiles.

Minami makes a note to tell Arima he has a natural prodigy. 

When Saiko leaves, she faces the ukaku boy. “Hello, Shirazu.”

“Heya! Mrs. Arima!” Shirazu shakes her hand a bit too eagerly. 

Minami smirks. “Okay, relax yourself. Now, release.” 

“Is this supposed to feel like electrocution?” Shirazu gasps as his own kagune. He kinda wants to take a selfie. 

“Some ukakus do, I’ve heard.” Minami nods. “Impressive.”

“I feel so alive.” He whistles, and Minami grins at him. 

“Now, look out for my bikaku!”

Urie enters next, a sullen expression on his face.

“Koukakus are heavy,” Minami warns him.

“Yeah, I know. I went to the academy.”

Minami eyes him. “You know, negative emotions diminish your ability to control your kagune.”

“I’m fine.” Urie releases it. “See?” He lurches suddenly.”Whoa!”

Minami’s bikaku sweeps him off his feet. “Cut it off now.”

Urie does so, his heart pounding.

“I won’t tell if you promise to be careful.”

He nods, secretly grateful for her kagune skill.

When Mutsuki Tooru approaches, Minami immediately likes his gentle nature.

“Release.”

Mutsuki strains. “I…can’t.”

Minami frowns. “Are you eating enough?”

“Yes,” Mutsuki says. “I just…I hate blood. I’m too weak.” His shoulders shake.

“Hey, fellow bikaku.” Minami rubs his shoulders. “You’re gonna be okay. We can just talk now. You don’t have to be afraid. The way Quinxes are designed, you control the kagune. The kagune won’t control you unless you’re really foolish, and you’re not.”

She smiles. “Don’t be afraid.”

With a slight hesitation, Mutsuki smiles back. 

A continuation of the stray dog head cannon, when Saiko is home later with the other Quinx, she tells them about the stray dogs and Urie makes a joke that “it makes sense cause birds of a feather stick together” or something (doesn’t have to be those exact words), indicating that Sasaki is a stray dog and Shizaru punches him for disrespect.

“It was so funny. All these giant fluffy monsters overwhelming Maman.” Saiko smiles. “So cute.”

Shirazu peers at her photos. “I need these doggos in my life.”

“They’re out back,” Mutsuki says. “I wonder if they fetch.”

“They really love Maman.” Saiko opens the door to smile at the dogs still surrounding Sasaki. 

“Well, birds of a feather stick together,” Urie mumbles.

“Huh?” Saiko frowns. 

Urie rolls his eyes.

“Saiko understands, she just doesn’t approve.” She crosses her arms. Mutsuki’s stomach turns.

“Don’t disrespect Sasaki! He has us! Maybe we’re also the stray dogs.” Shirazu’s fist flies at Urie, who ducks – 

and stumbles outside. 

He finds himself drowning in an ocean of brown fluff and drool. “Help!”

(Last one tonight) Saiko gets the shock of her life when she discovers her maman is a closet otaku (loving the classics, especially the Dragon ball franchise, and a surprising amount of shoujo like Fruits Basket). Cue Maman/Saiko bonding.

“Maman?” Saiko tiptoes into Sasaki’s room.

She came here to talk to him about Urie overworking himself. But all her high-minded ideals are swept away by Sasaki’s bookshelves. Scores of manga line the shelves. 

Dragon Ball Z. 

Inuyasha.

Gintama.

Ouran High School Host Club. 

Fruits Basket. 

Saiko screams. She’s in heaven. She feels like Belle from Beauty and the Beast.

“Saiko?” Sasaki scrambled out of bed.

“You – look what you have! How? How did you purchase these?” Saiko yanks out a volume of Ouran. “Arima reminds me of Kyoya.”

Sasaki chuckles. “I see the comparison.”

“Good.” Saiko whistles. “I didn’t know you were an otaku.”

“I, uh, try to keep it secret.” Sasaki blushes. “But, you know, when I do my job, I like to pretend I’m Inuyasha trying to fight a demon.”

“Ooh.” Saiko frowns. “Maybe work will go better for me if I pretend I’m Sango.”

“You should,” Sasaki says. “Now, the most important question: were you rooting for Tohru and Kyo, or Tohru and Yuki?”

“Kyo all the way. He’s such a lovable jerk.”

Sasaki is flabbergasted. “But – but Yuki is so kind!”

“He can be kind to Kyo and Tohru’s children.”

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” wails Sasaki, and both of them burst out laughing.