~Date Night~ My OTP

sharo-kku:

i did justice on naegiri fans I love you all

I love it so much. This gave for that moment!

so yeah i remembered that the 3 series’ are in different times but still in the same universe. this also means that makoto yuki/minato arisato’s soul is still fighting nyx in the seal. behind that door… he’s still not resting in peace… even after p5 ends….

I did a sprite redraw :3c

unflying-bee:

danganronpa shenanigans (interactions i hope to see in the summercamp thing )

Makoto HYUGA

Evangelion: 3.0+1.01 Thrice Upon a Time, 01:18:44

Since I can’t contain my feels for The Rampage’s “Get Ready to Rampage MV” I'm gonna make this kinda short but long post lmfao. Too bad it’s only the performers but I guess the 3 Vocalists will have their own or idk. I can forsee that this post will just be nonsense but I’ll do it anyway, and I won’t post gifs(probably) only screenies because I feel too lazy right now and my laptop is “retire-able” so it can’t do very fast jobs now kek.

Okay so as soon as the boys appear I know you can already feel the badassery of this 6 minute video (well actually the moment Anarchy appeared but anyway)

Go on, keep reading :^)

Makotooo

Ken-chan omggggggggg

Look at the shogos, Iwasho looks so friggin cool here I’m……

Takuma’s tongue, look at itsuki’s smirk HAHA

LOOK AT OUR LEADER

TAKAHIDE, RYUUU OMGGGG ACTUALLY THESE 2 ARE MY BIAS HAHAHAHA (along with makoto and kenta)

I don’t know if Rui’s small or Kaisei’s just tall

I actually just noticed that Iwasho doesn’t have a pair and just had to go to Kenta

RYU AND TAKAHIDE OH NO MY HEAAART

Kenta is such a cutie ISTG

AIN’T RYU SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD-LOOKING?! HE IS RIGHT?!

Shogo didn’t just do that

OH LOOK AT THE BAE

JFC SHOHEI MY HEART EXPLODED

I really like Kenta’s dance style (this really is a still image so kenta be raising his hand forever)

I CANNOT, RYU.

GEH

FCKU KAISEI SO BADASS, actually he’s really cute when he smiles

Rui’s freestlye is one of my favorites

I kinda got reminded of Gun-chan lmao, actually Makoto kind of looks like someone I don’t remember who tho.

ZIN BABY

LOOK AT DEM FACEZEU

Itsuki I see you… LOOK AT TAKAHIDE HE’S SO GOOD (he’s kinda skinny tho lol)

THIS CHOREOGRAPHY

Iwasho’s dance style is also one of my favorites, look at him shaking his head at lightning speeeeed

AND OF COURSE THE BAE. Kenta and Itsuki at the back tho)

Idk but Yamasho’s and Naoto’s dance style is a bit similar. Only a bit.

SHIT TAKUMA

Likiya’s fast hands  (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I’M LITERALLY RAMPAGING RIGHT NOW. This is like a reaction video in written form. SO yeah, I’m DONE. Kbye.

Persona 3 Protagonists (Makoto Yuki x Kotone Shiomi) Matching Icons

Purple theme

for anon

Hijacked by a head-canon…

@mangakachan asks this question in the Moonlight Legends Discord tonight:

“Does anyone recall how Mamoru addressed Usagi’s friends in the manga? Specifically, what does he call Makoto? Is it Mako-san? or Makoto-san?”

Being the helpful soul I am, I promptly reply:

“Greetings fellow orphan.” When he’s feeling casual.

I apologize, this is a poor attempt to cover my own inadequacies so far as it comes to canon knowledge. I have no real solid answer, only a vague notion that they all seemed pretty formal with each other. No doubt some much smarter fan can cite myriad examples to prove me right or wrong.

But seeing as how I don’t let myself get bogged down with any actual FACTS from SM canon, that leaves a lot of room in my brain for useless junk. So later I was thinking about the question again and had a thought. Soon enough it was big enough I thought I might write it down.

Clover, thanks for the question. This obviously still isn’t the answer you’re looking for, because…well, reasons above, but I had fun exploring this anyway (and completely ignoring my other writing).

Didn’t realize until later that this fits with Rare Pair Week. ❤️ Lil’ platonic MakoxMamo

Please note: I wrote this quite late as a stream of consciousness, so the writing isn’t polished. (Also a thousand apologies for perfect participle…it just kind of happened that way.)

Also note: this head-canon is 90s anime based, making Mamoru older than manga Mamoru (let’s say 18ish when meeting the girls).

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Makoto fingered the rose affixed to her right earlobe and released a weary sigh. It was the first moment of quiet she’d had all day.

Up at dawn to bake a special batch of celebratory blueberry muffins, she’d been taking the last pan out of the oven when everyone arrived. With nerves and excitement running high, no one had actually been hungry…well, except for Usagi. While she munched her way through the mountain of muffins, Ami had forced Rei to listen to the final version of her valedictorian speech (this was probably her hundredth or so ‘final version’). Makoto set to tackling Minako’s hair, and she’d gotten nearly three quarters of the way through curling it before Minako had decided she’d rather wear it straight after all. Makeup had been an ordeal, but they’d gotten through it, and as school uniforms were mandatory, wardrobe hadn’t been an issue.

Usagi had cried (ruining her mascara), then grumbled, then cried again (ruining her second application of mascara) when Rei announced she was leaving for her own ceremony. She was only permitted to go after making numerous assurances that Yuuichiro would videotape everything. Soon after, it was time for the rest of them to leave, and they’d shuffled out of the apartment together (after Usagi had secured a few more muffins for the road).

The ceremony itself had gone by in a blur. Only a few key moments stuck out. Minako planting a kiss on the principal’s cheek after he handed her her diploma. Usagi tripping as she walked up on stage…and then tripping again as she walked back down. Of course, Ami’s amazing Valedictorian speech (the FINAL final version).

Oh, and when Makoto had gone up to get her own diploma.

She hadn’t tripped, hadn’t kissed anyone, hadn’t made any speeches, but she had felt rather proud at that moment. It had taken a lot to get there, more than most anyone knew, and she’d congratulated herself on a job well done. Then she’d looked out into the crowd and smiled at all the familiar faces while forcing herself not to think about the two faces she didn’t see.

Afterwards they’d all hugged and laughed and gushed and cried. They had plans to go to a karaoke bar later, but the parents swarmed in before, eager to take their graduates to lunch. Ami was the first to go; her mother had a shift at the hospital in an hour. Minako went next, rolling her eyes at her mother’s scandalised rebuke. Then it was just Makoto and Usagi left, and as the Tsukinos showered praise upon their daughter and promised a hearty meal of all her favourite foods, Makoto had seen the hesitation in her friend’s eyes.

“Come with us,” Usagi had said.

Makoto had smiled and racked her brain for a way to politely decline. She loved Usagi, loved what she was trying to do, but Makoto couldn’t bear the thought of sitting through an entire meal with her wonderful friend who had two wonderful parents. Not today.

“Actually Usako, I thought I would take Makoto-san out for lunch.”

Mamoru. Until then, Makoto had forgotten all about him. She hadn’t meant to…he was just so quiet sometimes that he tended to fade into the background. Thus, his unexpected offer came as quite a surprise.

She’d blinked and looked at him, and for the first time in their long acquaintance, they had shared a true moment of understanding. She’d found herself nodding, and then he and Usagi had shared a look too intimate for Makoto to intrude upon.

Once Usagi had left with her parents, Makoto had turned to Mamoru. “Thank you Mamoru-san,” she’d said, meaning it. “You don’t actually have to take me to lunch though.”

“I’d like to,” he’d replied, his voice soft and sincere.

And so they’d wound up having lunch together in a small cafe just off campus from his university. It had good coffee and tea, he’d explained, and it was quiet. It might have been awkward, had it not been for Mamoru’s efforts to make small talk. He’d talked about nothing at first; the weather, school, books he’d read…nothing personal or anything that required more than a monosyllabic response. Being that Mamoru was not a big ‘talker’, Makoto knew he had been doing it for her benefit. She’d been content to listen to him, sipping her tea and letting her thoughts drift throughout the quiet moments.

When the food had come, they’d eaten in companionable silence, relaxed enough now that chit chat wasn’t necessary. When the waitress had returned to retrieve their plates and asked if they wanted dessert, there had been no awkward glancing at watches or stilted excuses about places to be. Slices of triple chocolate cake and cherry pie were delivered promptly along with refills of coffee and tea. It was only as Makoto took her first bite of the tart pastry that Mamoru told her about his own graduation day. As he’d recounted his tale of a quiet morning, a faceless crowd, and celebratory cake for one, something had shifted between them.

Until that day, he had been Usagi’s Mamoru-san. The quiet, composed, reserved college student that hovered on the edge of their boisterous group without ever really becoming part of it. Makoto realized this was perhaps her own personal bias. Though he had been their ally all these years, a part of her had never forgotten the cold soldier who had fought for the Dark Kingdom, or the (seemingly) heartless boy who had broken her dear friend’s heart. While Makoto was well versed in forgiveness, she rarely forgot.

But when they stood from the table, and Mamoru excused himself to pay the cheque, Makoto fingered one of her rose earrings and saw him through fresh eyes.

“Ready to go?” he asked, offering her one of the restaurant’s complimentary mints.

“Yup,” she said, taking it.

When they reached the car, Makoto paused with her hand on the door latch and looked at him across the roof.

“Thank you Mamoru-kun.”

“You’re welcome Mako-chan.”