Ok So For Those Of You Who Dont Know, Theres This Twitter Account Of A Japanese Local Hero Mascot Named

ok so for those of you who don’t know, there’s this twitter account of a japanese local hero mascot named dentman who went viral recently due to this tweet

but yeah he saw the tweet. and his response went viral as well (which is how i found his account)

and he just has like. hourly posts reminding you to brush your teeth

oh and his rival? his name is mr. mutans. whenever dentman posts he makes a post of his own, ofc

but THAT’S NOT ALL. literally while making this post i found a THIRD ACCOUNT that’s all about taking your meds

safe to say i’m losing my mind

anyway the point of all this was that people are ALREADY beginning to draw them ship art 😭

and the reactions are everything

I CANT ADD ANY MORE IMAGES BUT TRUST ME THIS IS SO FUNNY

toxic one-sided dentman yaoi wasn’t on my 2024 bingo card but it DEFINITELY IS NOW!

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OG! Cale is at a nobles banquet and there are some important guests attending so causing trouble could cause a big incident that wouldn't affect only his reputation.

So, he's on his best trashy behavior. Meaning, he's quietly drinking in the corner, minding his own business and glaring at anyone who comes near him.

Well, one down on their luck artist saw him when he thought no one was looking. This can be anyone, an oc, an AU version of an existing character, whatever. All you need to know is that they have a parlour in the place the banquet is held which they use as a studio or painting place.

His elegant motions, his expression smoothing to a tired sort of blankness that caused his eyes to droop, his long lashes casting faint shadows on his cheekbones. His lips, shapely and rosy, glossy from the near constant drinking and how his tongue swiped over them to catch every last drop of wine. Pale skin flushed and his blood-red hair artfully framing his face, the dim lighting of the corner he occupied making him appear isolated in the crowded ballroom.

Basically, he looks out of this world and this artist has just found their new muse.

So, they ignore his prickly attitude and ask if they can paint him. Cale is confused but he chalks it up to this person not knowing who he is and thinking he's pretty, which he is. He wants to scare them off but the ballroom has quietened a bit due to the music slowing down and really, they have done nothing wrong and he decides, just this once, he can have this.

Cale says yes, and the artist, excited, immediately drags him away to their studio room. He shrugs and goes with the flow.

During the sketching part, Cale takes off his coat and loosens up the laces on his neck because he's feeling warm. Artist-nim is thrilled and flustered and even more amused. So, they make him pose on the couch like this:

Except his legs are on the floor, his gaze is to the side and his hand is propping up his chin. Cale is a bit tired and he drank enough to be a little buzzed, his expression is soft and he zones out.

Everything goes well, they paint him beautifully and amazingly, he likes it enough to offer them a few gold coins which they try to refuse but he insists so they relent and take the money from their muse.

Cale doesn't think much of it, it was the only fun he had at that banquent.

A few weeks later, the Artist is showing off their work at an exhibit and they display the painting of Cale as their magnum opus.

People recognize Cale but they're shocked and amazed because one the painting is stunningly beautifully and because of how Cale looks. He appears relaxed, his expression dreamy, almost dazed, his cheeks rosy with that drunken flush and shapely lips parted ever so slightly. His throat and collarbones are bared in an unintentionally sensual manner.

Long story short, the painting goes internationally viral, Cale becomes a target for artists everywhere and the Henituse are being bombarded for their son's hand in marriage.

The Artist who painted is hella rich and hella smug.

What if Jour was a step too late. What if White Star acted sooner.

She did still go to Harris Village, she stayed there for monthly visit perhaps, so when she went back home it was too late. Turned out that White Star act a year faster than he should.

White Star's ambush was therefore unforseen, inescapable. The entire Henituse Territory faced an ultimate demise that Jour could do nothing to prevent. White Star angrily demolished everything because he could not find her–thus he failed to obtain her ancient power–leaving the territory a disjoint mess of rubbles.

How devastated would it be if Cale had died in the end, pummeled beneath the rubbles. Deruth was found disheveled amidst the expanse of corpses that had previously protected him (prevented him from reaching his son, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯!), prostated before the very rubble that claimed his son's life, for he was unable to move fast enough to save him. And the child's despaired shout abruptly cut off just when he was at arm length. The knights accompanying Jour? Ron and Vicross who assisted her? They're useless, so useless because even with their efforts to save his son, his son's body, the fact that such huge and heavy piece of rubble had left Cale mashed beyond recognition had stripped him from a proper burial.

With Henituse territory destroyed, they're practically had nowhere to go but the palace (Zed's providing shelter for them). Rebuilding a territory? Who cares about that when no civilians survived, leaving only the Count, the Countess and a few subordinates to hold its glory.

Jour and Deruth were consumed in immeasurable grief and sorrow. They make a soul oath to the God of Death, promising to get rid of White Star in exchange of power, they swore to defeat the shit piece of fuck with their own hands.

"We will do it for you. Victory, we will give you just that. Hold our lives in your hands, once the time comes, rid ourselves from this world of living."

Canon characters like Choi Han might still exist, but it might be different with the children since they haven't born yet. So the war will have the 'adult' figures at it centre. Assuming there's no Hunters, so the only goal is to defeat the White Star.

Jour having absolute mental breakdown once she fight with White Star. Deruth is strong here, so he fight on the front lines with Jour. Them running down the path of self-destruction that in other worldline had been the one Cale Henituse died from...

Then died holding each other, victory achieved, but in their hold no longer the small, precious child they adored with everything they have. Only themselves.

"Jour, My Jour...," a soft kiss on her forehead, a single tear greeted her cheek, "If we're granted another chance to live a second time... In a world vastly different than ours."

A wishful dream, coming from shredded throat of a man in his last moment, "Please, please be my wife one more time. Then I'll protect you, I'll make you happier. I'll make sure no one can take our child from us."

Perhaps, they'll be reincarnated on Earth. There, in a peaceful world, maybe they'll meet again.

I'm crying. Certainly makes no sense. White Star's ancient powers were never completed, even if he did managed to do so, Jour basically his worst enemy that could put an end to his reincarnation. The oath with GoD gave Jour all ancient powers Cale!krs have in canon, so the whole kebab agenda was done by her. I only see problem, I do not see solution, so all of this is just a ramble...

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I LOVE THIS I LOVE YOU THIS IS AMAZING PERFECT <33333

This is the vibe! THE VIBE!

@muzwoom you are amazing ( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

OG! Cale is at a nobles banquet and there are some important guests attending so causing trouble could cause a big incident that wouldn't affect only his reputation.

So, he's on his best trashy behavior. Meaning, he's quietly drinking in the corner, minding his own business and glaring at anyone who comes near him.

Well, one down on their luck artist saw him when he thought no one was looking. This can be anyone, an oc, an AU version of an existing character, whatever. All you need to know is that they have a parlour in the place the banquet is held which they use as a studio or painting place.

His elegant motions, his expression smoothing to a tired sort of blankness that caused his eyes to droop, his long lashes casting faint shadows on his cheekbones. His lips, shapely and rosy, glossy from the near constant drinking and how his tongue swiped over them to catch every last drop of wine. Pale skin flushed and his blood-red hair artfully framing his face, the dim lighting of the corner he occupied making him appear isolated in the crowded ballroom.

Basically, he looks out of this world and this artist has just found their new muse.

So, they ignore his prickly attitude and ask if they can paint him. Cale is confused but he chalks it up to this person not knowing who he is and thinking he's pretty, which he is. He wants to scare them off but the ballroom has quietened a bit due to the music slowing down and really, they have done nothing wrong and he decides, just this once, he can have this.

Cale says yes, and the artist, excited, immediately drags him away to their studio room. He shrugs and goes with the flow.

During the sketching part, Cale takes off his coat and loosens up the laces on his neck because he's feeling warm. Artist-nim is thrilled and flustered and even more amused. So, they make him pose on the couch like this:

Except his legs are on the floor, his gaze is to the side and his hand is propping up his chin. Cale is a bit tired and he drank enough to be a little buzzed, his expression is soft and he zones out.

Everything goes well, they paint him beautifully and amazingly, he likes it enough to offer them a few gold coins which they try to refuse but he insists so they relent and take the money from their muse.

Cale doesn't think much of it, it was the only fun he had at that banquent.

A few weeks later, the Artist is showing off their work at an exhibit and they display the painting of Cale as their magnum opus.

People recognize Cale but they're shocked and amazed because one the painting is stunningly beautifully and because of how Cale looks. He appears relaxed, his expression dreamy, almost dazed, his cheeks rosy with that drunken flush and shapely lips parted ever so slightly. His throat and collarbones are bared in an unintentionally sensual manner.

Long story short, the painting goes internationally viral, Cale becomes a target for artists everywhere and the Henituse are being bombarded for their son's hand in marriage.

The Artist who painted is hella rich and hella smug.