Komaeda Is Canon Gaydude Literally Self-insert Himself With Mikan In His OAV, There Friends With Her

“Komaeda is canon gay”…dude literally self-insert himself with Mikan in his OAV, there friends with her in the mangas, he worried about her so many times…

Moreover in one’s of the manga, she’s one of the Ultimate he was looking for, and he literally loved to was taking care by her:

So yeah, there are a LOT of Komamiki crumbs, in games or other official mangas, so no need deny it and to continue to spend sexuality’s discourse, because if you have a minimum of perspective to forget the other overrated ship by reading the merchs and even analyzing the elements of the game alone, you will realize that Nagito can love several genres. After all he said it himself: he loves hope and talents. No gender was ever mentioned.

Why do you ship komamiki..? They hate eachother and nagito is canon gay

Why? Because while watching the sdr2 letsplay, my brain is like, "Okay. Now I will only give you dopamine when these two are together." I don't make the rules here.

your grace

An Idiom (Art only)

I think Stelle is a feral idiot (lovingly) she knows exactly what idioms are, she just pretend to be stupid so she can eat some as- what?who said that ahahah

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A/N: i do not play HSR anymore, my storage is full, i don't follow any story after finished the Xianzhou main story

Withered Flowers.

synopsis: Furina can't help but think that maybe, just this once, she wouldn't mind acting out on stage for you. Only for you.

Wherein Furina likes overthinking, but it's probably just her. She also likes flowers. And you.

notes: furina x gn!reader. angsty, poor girl grappling with the effects of being an 'archon' for 500+ yrs, extremely furina centric, lovesick yet subtly conflicted Furina, set after the 4.2 aq so spoilers ahead! first time writing Furina so I hope I captured her characterization well, reblogs are highly appreciated !!

tagging: @yuellii and @definitelynotaneulasimp because they're the Furina likers here 🫢

Furina likes flowers.

They're wonderful; Buds that stem from a careful and steady growth, blooming into something that is so unrecognizable from its former self, shedding it's more subpar qualities and burying it to the earth below. She has received multitudes of them, in bouquets carefully handpicked with her visage in mind— an array of Lumidouce Bells and Romaritime flowers signaling Fontaine’s most awaited spectacle, Furina de Fontaine herself.

She has long grown tired of such excessive gestures. Or anything related to being in the spotlight, for that matter.

Though she is fond of flowers of any kind, be it those that spark signals of affection and care like Rainbow Roses, or the more somber and notoriously difficult to gather Romaritime flowers, Furina found herself unable to bear seeing such vibrant creations wilt, with hardly a semblance with what they were before. What they used to be before.

Furina didn't like withered flowers.

Grotesque and jarring as it may be, Furina could not help but bear a strange connection to such withered flowers to herself. Had she not fallen from grace in the same way? Fontaine was still reeling from the prophecy’s fulfillment, a glaring statement to her failure as the leading lady that did everything to stop it from happening. She had been stripped of the spotlight, the role she had to play, and Fontaine's already waning adoration.

It was too much. Now, even as she beheld her reflection, Furina did not know when to stop playing the part of the Hydro Archon. Of Focalors. In her darkest moments, which was, in truth, most of the time, she thinks about what would happen if she were just Furina. Not Furina de Fontaine, not the superficial title of the Hydro Archon, not Fontaine’s most revered celebrity. Furina, as herself. As she had always been.

It was taxing on her already fragile mental state, but those self deprecating thoughts were what kept her up at night; the things creeping up the covers of her home when the evening made its appearance. Ready to pounce at her and attack her already weary mind. It was all she ever thought about these days. The times she did not think about such things were few in number, counted on one hand. Almost pathetic, in her opinion.

But sometimes, she thinks about her.

The one who had condemned her to a 500 year long cycle of performance, of being thrust upon a stage teeming with eyes; the very eyes that bore scrutiny and skepticism at every curtain call. The eyes that Furina had spent many seasons facing, placating, entertaining, deceiving.

When Neuvillette had relayed the news to her, about her end, Furina had not the words nor the will to even gather a semblance of thought to mourn the loss of Focalors.

How could she? When she had been freed from the eternal dance of the stage, a stage so painstakingly prepared and thoroughly given form that it fooled even the Divine reigning from above. Freed at the cost of her very being. Freed herself, with Furina able to let go of the burdens of the title as the Hydro Archon.

Despite Focalors’ decision and verdict of having Furina, having her live freely as a human, she could not help but think that the newly gained freedom given to her was nothing if not the cruelest sentence that the ‘true’ Hydro Archon had rewarded.

Despite everything, Fontaine still had its eyes on her. It came from everywhere, those stares. From the stifling awkwardness of passerby on the streets, their gazes never failing to trail towards her in a dour blend of sadness, disappointment, unease, and worst of all, pity. It came in the form of Neuvilette attempting to get her to stay close to the Palais Mermonia. In the headlines of the Steambird, the newspapers and countless magazines still talking about the prophecy and its conclusion.

The curtain had already fell, the act had already ended, so why does Furina still feel like she needed to play a part on the stage?

Perhaps it was better to live endlessly on the stage than be pushed into its shadows.

Like a wilted flower, so too was she in its likeness— nothing but scraps of what used to be a vibrant display of colors and a subject to the adoration of all. That was all she would be now.

“You keep them?” Furina's eyes are as wide as saucers, watching you cradle the wilted petals of the Rainbow Rose bouquet she had gifted you.

You take a glimpse at her, fervor evident in your eyes at her query. Looking at the petals brought up a bout of fondness in you, it seems.

“What's the harm in it?” you smile, your mouth turning up in that way that makes Furina feel nothing but an exceedingly warm and stuffy feeling well up in her chest. It was brief, but not unwelcome. Not when it was you. “Withered petals like this have a certain something to them. Ah! I know. They're charming, if I do say so myself.”

It was likely that her look of confusion had reached you, for you simply turnt back to admiring the faded blossoms, grinning slightly, and Furina can feel the wind get knocked out of her lungs when you look at her with such an enchanting expression of mirth. She coughs, trying to hide her blush.

“S-surely they should be thrown away. After all, they're nothing but mere shells of what they used to be.”

“Mm. Perhaps.” you say, thumbing at the ends of the petals, “Like I said, they have a certain… charm to it, you know? Can't bear to throw them away.”

She would add that no, she didn’t know, but interrupting you was something she would hardly even allow herself to do, so she refrained from voicing such thoughts. “But why?”

You lower your head, brows furrowing in deep thought. “I think it's because there's a beauty to all things that come to an end.”

Now that made her heterochromic eyes focus on you. “What do you mean?”

You shrug, eyes trailing over to her and Furina can't help but think that maybe, just this once, she wouldn't mind acting out on stage for you. Only for you.

And oh, how she longs to see your starry-eyed expression, looking at her like she was worth something.

She’d dance on the stage and make a fool of herself once more so long as you kept your eyes on her.

“It shows that all life is transient, destined to end one way or another. But even when they've played their part and the cheers would fall silent, there's still those that find them beautiful.” something about the way you look at her so tenderly makes her feel butterflies in her stomach.

“And because you gave it to me.”

There's love in your eyes and she can't bear to look away from it, from you. You were cruel in that way; always making her feel such torment, feelings of such depth that she would willingly drown in them, embrace them even.

And something about your words brought her comfort, a reassuring weight brought upon her that makes all the thoughts she's harbored in her mind dissipate like bubbles in the water.

Just like that, Furina melts, falling again. Falling into this emotion she knows all too well.

You give her the petals, and it felt right, holding them in her hands after your words.

“So, do you like them enough already?"

Furina likes flowers. She can't help but think that maybe, withered flowers had a certain charm to them too. So she finally gives you a smile, looks at you straight in the eye, with words as earnest as her heart.

"Yes." she says, and she's not referring to the flowers this time.

"I think I like them very much."

@ MHIIEEE 2023 : do not copy, repost, or plagiarize my work.

Reactions to you kissing their cheek

Kuina:

-definitely would blush

- asks for more kisses everywhere

- if you give in she'll reward you with kisses back

- if you refuse then she'll kindly take pleasure in kissing you herself

- wants cuddles after

- WILL get them since it's mandatory from you

- hugs you from behind and lays soft kisses on your neck

Ann:

- pretends not to like it but can't keep back the blush that's forming on her cheeks

- calls you an idiot before side glancing at you hesitantly before kissing your cheek back

- you are now both blushing furiously as y'all are both awkward even though you're dating

- An decides to feel bold (which is rare) and grabs your hand softly, just holding it while she continues whatever she's doing

Mira:

- Giggles in delight before calling you her " good girl"

- she recuperates the cheek kiss and lightly lays another one after the first

- you're blushing up a fucking storm and she takes delight in seeing you bothered and flustered

- she takes the task of sliding you onto her lap and holding you by your waist while you continue to watch the show

- every now and again she'll lay soft kisses on your shoulder and neck before bringing you closer so she can keep your scent near

Queen of Spades:

- looks surprised before teasing you about it

- calls you her " shy girl" before grabbing your jaw and pecking your lips

- you're about to got into a seizure before she starts chuckling at your reaction.

- keeps teasing you non stop about the effect she has on you

- she stops the teasing once she sees you're getting pouty and kisses your hand before letting the jokes go

- let's one more out " you should do that more often darling"

Urumi:

- her crazy ass would giggle and show you her signature smirk

- she teases you and attacks you with erratic kisses before slowing down

- she looked at you and decided to kiss you this time

- both of you were into it but when she pulled away she saw how baffled you looked

- she let out a huge giggling fit as you try and get your composure back

- she pulls you closer to her and continues her shenanigans

(A/n)

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