myths, magic, and fandoms
Ui Koori did indeed do an entire operation in a cocktail dress and stilettos. Not only that, but Arima Kishou and Hirako Take dressed up in similar gear. Their makeup was handled by Arima’s close friend, author Sen Takatsuki.
Hairu Ihei did her own makeup. As a result, she was the only one who did not look like a prostitute.
– Minami and Eto would be not only allies, but best friends. Eto would hear about every quirk of Arima’s, every argument, every kiss. And she’d love it, until she brought it up to Arima’s face and he nearly died of embarrassment.
– Then Eto loved it even more.
– Minami would probably notice Furuta’s issues, but unlike her husband, she might actually act on her concerns and thereby avert some tragedy.
– If she discovered Arima’s plan to be killed by Kaneki, Minami would absolutely destroy his plan to keep him alive. She’s determined to find a cure for his condition.
– Minami would probably make Sasaki Haise very, very uncomfortable. Little comments here and there, a queer smile, a pointed look. Just enough to keep him guessing that she and Arima aren’t what they seem.
– She would also probably encourage our dear Ui to tell Hairu about his feelings. Mother-style.
– As her comings-and-goings aren’t as well-recorded as Arima’s, she’s able to sneak information to the Owl much more often than Arima is.
Noooo I’m sorry. ❤
– Arima and Eto are sure to meet up once a month at least. Eto makes all the arrangements. Arima just goes where she tells him.
– One time Arima confesses he’s concerned about his gay nephew, Matsuri. They then do some scheming to help Matsuri feel more comfortable in his skin.
– However, when Matsuri was supposed to marry Iyo, Eto showed up outside the church in disguise, and threw eggs at the outside walls.
– Arima and Eto jokingly refer to the Quinxes as “grandchildren.” Well, Eto did first, and Arima’s now adopted the phrase.
– Eto occasionally begs Arima to give her piggyback rides, which he protests by reminding her that he’s actually the dying one.
– So Eto once gave Arima a piggyback ride. It was as preposterous as you’d think.
It is indeed. 😀
Truthfully, though, we all know Eto WOULD wear a bra whenever she invites Arima over.
Imagine him seeing her in battle, then later that night at home. .
“Wait, Eto, you weren’t wearing a bra earlier tonight – wait -”
“They’re uncomfortable, Kishou.”
“Wait! Do you wear them to see me struggle?”
“You’re sexy when you struggle, Kishou.”
“Now, play nice today, Souta-chan,” Eto says as she pretends to focus on the road.
“Please focus on the road,” Arima says.
“I am an expert multitasker, Kishou.”
“If you call me Souta-chan again, bitch, I will eat you.” Souta glares at Eto from the back seat.
“Someone’s a little too excited about his new kakugan,” Eto sings.
“Control your wife, Kishou!” Souta barks.
“Control yourself, Souta,” Arima says calmly, not even turning around.
“I think I was the one controlling Kishou last night,” Eto purrs.
“Oh my god. I’m gonna be sick,” Souta grumbles, leaning against the window.
Arima’s face is too flushed to move.
“Don’t put your greasy forehead against the windows!” Eto squawks.
“PAY ATTENTION!” Arima yelps, grabbing the wheel.
“I was.” And indeed, Eto’s kagune is on the wheel. “You have control issues, Kishou.”
Just then, Souta’s rinkaku creeps towards the front of the car.
“Are you kidding?!” Eto lunges for him, Arima yells, and the car flips over an embankment.
Five minutes later, the three watch as flames destroy their car.
“Well,” Eto says slowly, “at least we all regenerate quickly.”
Arima opens his mouth.
She cuts him off. “I’m not gonna say you were right.”
“Souta will.”
“Souta has too many insecurities about his big brother to do that,” Eto says, earning another glare – but silence – from Souta.
OMG DARTH IBIS
May the fourth be with you. ❤
“Come to the dark side! We have cookies!” cackles the tiny Sith Lord.
Jedi Master Arima Kishou swings his massive lightsaber towards Darth Ibis. “Only a fool would give up the light for cookies.”
“You’re no fun!” Darth Ibis tosses her green curls and launches another attack with her green saber.
Arima is not really sure how someone robed moved so fast. Darth Ibis must be using the force. “You cannot win.”
“Oh, can’t I?” Ibis wriggles her eyebrows. “I can already tell I am not what you were expecting.”
“That does not matter.”
“I can sense the anger in your heart, Master Arima.” She swings closer, smirking at him. “Parents, perhaps?”
“Anger is not a key to the dark side!” Arima points his lightsaber at her again.
“Oh, but don’t your holy books teach that?” Ibis trills. “Perhaps what is dark can be good, and what -”
Arima sees his opening and lunges.
Ibis barely dodges the blast, and stumbles into a wall. She’s trapped. “I wasn’t finished. And what is light can in fact be bad.”
Arima scowls.
“Now, I’m not saying they’re equivalent. Just that the world is more complex than you see, Master Arima.” She scoots out from under his arm. “By the way, my name is Eto. I look forward to fighting you again soon.”
Arima’s mouth falls as she vanishes, and he…he lets her go.
Oh, I’m so sorry – do you want a hug? ❤ ❤ ❤
“You’re joking,” says Arima.
“I’m totally not,” Eto says, straddling him. “Houji and Tatara are meeting in this same resort.”
“I thought Houji hated Tatara,” Arima says in confusion as Eto blinds him. And by blind, she removes his glasses so she can pepper his face with kisses.
“Gosh, you’re so distracting,” Eto murmurs. “Well, they do, but they sometimes realize all that hatred stems from love and arrange weekend trysts. Just like us, eh?”
“I don’t hate you,” Arima says, smiling a genuine smile at Eto. It takes her breath away. “I never have.”
“I know, Kishou.” Eto settles herself atop his chest. “I love you, too.”
Across the hotel, Houji glares at Tatara. “This doesn’t make up for anything.”
“I’m the one who lost family because of you,” Tatara retorts, handing him a perfectly crafted White Russian. The same drink he made the night they met. “Well? Is it as good as you remember?”
“Damn you,” growls Houji. “You can’t even drink it. How can you make something so good?”
“I’m talented.” Tatara smirks and reaches for his bottle of blood wine.
“An entire bottle?”
“I never get drunk.” Tatara grins.
Houji colors. Because he has, often, in front of Tatara. In fact, Tatara used to tuck him into bed and take care of him when he was hungover.
“I’ve always wondered,” says Tatara, “why you drank so much if you knew I was a ghoul. If you were undercover.”
Houji hangs his head. “I did because I was desperate for you to have one, just one, drink with me, so I could call CCG off you.”
Tatara purses his lips to cover his emotions. “I see.”
He tilts his head. “Kiss me.”
“I thought you’d never want that again.” Houji lunges for him.
“I’ll always want you,” Tatara whispers in his lover’s ear.
Arima Kishou
– He’s actually a very nervous lover. You will need to make the first move.
– Even then, you’ll need to be blunt about what you want. He’ll be obliging, of course, and honored that you’d like to do *that* with him.
– He’ll be pleasantly surprised if you go down on him. With you, he feels a little less lonely.
Hirako Take
– He’s vanilla. (Was there ever a doubt?)
– There will be no partner more concerned with how everything feels to you, and with your pleasure, than Hirako Take.
– He probably plans a romantic dinner at his place, complete with flowers and jewelry, before you do the do. He’s not expectant, of course, but hopeful.
Amon Koutarou
– He’s, er, well-endowed.
– He’d need to know you very, very well before taking things into the bedroom. Possibly married or engaged first.
– For Amon, the best thing about sex is the emotional vulnerability. He will treat you like you are holy during and after.
Oh. Oh dear.
Squad Zero
Arima Kishou – I’ve seen kagunes less complicated. NO ONE CAN KNOW THAT THE WEAKNESS OF ARIMA KISHOU IS A BRA.
Hairu Ihei: I hate this contraption. Sports bras all the way.
Ui Koori: his entire vision goes red with embarrassment and he forgets there’s a bra in the first place.
Take Hirako: Insists his partner not move until he can figure out how to unbutton it. When they suggest they can just pull it off, he’s offended. He wants to learn, dammit.
Squad Three
Suzuya Juuzou: He knows exactly how it works and how to remove it.
Keijin Nakarai: smoothly tugs the bra over his partner’s head instead of unfastening it.
Mizurou Tamaki: Mizurou vs. bra is a gigglefest that no one in S3 Squad avoided hearing.
Miyuki Mikage: what sort of satanic aliens designed this?
Hanbee Abara: he melts as soon as he sees a bra.
Arima: *summons Eto.*
Hirako: what the fuck. Blame your half-brother.
Eto: I always blame that brat.
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