This Is My Favorite Thing In All Of Existence Oh My Gosh. Just

This is my favorite thing in all of existence oh my gosh. Just

Just them

I am going to actually cry.

Just ISNSKWK

Baby Misumi venting to Sakyo about triangles and plays and triangle plays and Sakyo actually listening and giving critique as if Misumi isn’t a whole toddler and wosnkwnskwnsksnw

Scenario where Sakyo puts on a little one man show about triangles for Misumi so he stops crying

Thank you OP for this I will think about this and nothing but this for the next 24 hours

More baby Sumi for all your serotonin needs

Maybe 👉👈 some Muku and Yuki 👉👈 just being cute 👉👈 for the request thing? 👉👈

brooooo I love Muku & Yuki anything

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“What do you think of this one Yuki-Kun?” Muku asked, shoving the manga in his friends face, his mouth beaming from behind the volume.

“I can’t see it if you shove it that close you idiot.” Yuki scolded, yet despite his harsh words, he scooted himself backwards to see the book. Their school was having a costume contest for a fundraiser, and Yuki had promised Muku he would help him cosplay a manga character, little did he know how difficult of a task that would be.

These authors always add way too many dumb details, isn’t that a pain to draw? Yuki thought to himself, looking at the cover of the newest suggestion. It had a prince, purple hair and bright blue eyes, in a purple basic prices outfit, though it obviously had taken some reference from historic western military uniforms with the golden button placement, and the sword at his side. At the prince's side was a princess, long blonde locks falling past her shoulders with little roses scattered through her hair. She was wearing a baby blue gown, with mesh shoulders and puffed sleeves that tightened at her wrists. Little butterflies were scattered throughout the gown.

“Hm, this one seems doable, I will have yo go and buy some new purple fabric, but I already have some buttons leftover from when I revamped the costumes for RomeJuli, plus I’m sure the Elite Swindler has a sword you could borr-”

“Oh, Yuki-Kun?” Muku’s meek voice broke his train of thought, changing Yuki’s attention to focus on his troupe-mate.

“Hm? What is it Muku? Did you change your mind?”

“Um, not exactly.” Muku’s cheeks seemed to go almost as pink as his hair as he carefully took back the manga, pointing to the princess on the cover.

“I was sort of hoping you would do that one... I love the heroine in this manga. She's so feisty and strong, not caring what others think about her. She’s so cool... like you Yuki-Kun. So I was sort of hoping I could dress like her if that’s okay...” He held up the book to hide his flushed face, quietly muttering how he knew he could never be like her because he was nothing but a “discarded piece of lettuce that fell from a salad and onto the floor where ht would collect dust and not even be enjoyed by the ants.”

“Okay.” Yuki's voice stopped Muku before he could continue on his tangent, and he peeked from behind the novel to look at him.

“Really?”

“Sure, I can’t see why it would be a problem. It’s  areally pretty dress...” Yuki picked up another volume of the same series, flipping though to find a full-length view of the gown and started writing down some notes.

“Oh... Thank you Yuki-Kun!” Muku beamed, going over to hug his friend only to be stopped because of possible wrinkles.

“Oh, sorry Yuki-Kun, I wasn't thinking...” Muku gave a nervous chuckle, but Yuki shook his head and laughed.

“Stop apologizing wonder-boy. You can make it up to me by showing off my work and placing second in that contest.”

“Second?”

“Behind me, obviously.”

So that’s what happened, and a few weeks later the pair came home from school each holding a respective ribbon and a smile for being called the “best pair of princesses St. Flora has ever had.”

Hey for the ask thing, can you do 2, 11, 38, and 46?

Ah!! Finally some numbers!!!!

2: my favorite troupe is autumn!! I’m an akigumi stan :)

11: my favorite character song is probably Sick Sick Sick or Träumerei to Kuhaku. They’re just bops

38: 👏I👏Want👏Azuma👏And👏Sakuya👏Interactions👏. No family squad talks about how to deal with trauma and found family and woskskmsksns please

46: If you couldn’t tell already, I am already an absolute sucker for Sakizu, but I also really love mukuyuki, banju and misukazu :)

Fixing today’s A3 episode because it made me mad so I made it better for myself

They kith

As they should

Anyways where were the finger guns

Where was Azuma????

Why was Reni there instead!???

IMO the episode was rushed, the animation was bad, and they cut out way to much to the point where things don’t make since. I love Sakizu but it feels like the animations spent more time on them and the lighting of the episode than the plot which made it kinda suck Ngl

This is just my opinion obviously and feel free to talk about it with me or have your own opinion on the episode! It’s all fine!

That’s just me ranting lol

*Taps Mic*

Young Sakyo Furuichi and Jack from The Magic Treehouse have the same vibes

That is all

If you could write a fic with Tsuzuru, Kazunari, and Misumi dealing with some paranormal/supernatural thing? Just something light hearted. If you don’t it’s fine but I think it’d be neat and thank you

aaa thanks for requesting!! Hope you like it!

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It was supposed to be a normal night for writing, winter’s next show was coming up and Tsuzuru knew very well he was far behind schedule

so what was he doing hiding in a pillow fort in the living room

“Ah! Did you hear that Tsuzuroon! I think I heard footsteps!” next to him were Kazunari and Misumi, the only light being from Kazunari’s phone, and a little triangle lantern Misumi was holding (which Tsuzuru was a little too scared to ask where it came from, since he swore it wasn’t there moments ago.)

“I couldn’t hear anything over your texting Miyoshi, are you sure there is even something here? Maybe you were just hearing another troupe member. Masumi has returned to his old habit of making curry at 4 am again...” he sighed, recalling the memory of a few nights back of being woken up by Masumi asking him where he put the rice, despite Tsuzuru having made it very well known he had morning classes the next day.

“Nope!” Misumi chirped, shaking his head. “I came home from triangle hunting last night and everyone was asleep! All snuggled tightly in their beds having triangle dreams!”

Tsuzuru sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Let me rephrase that, are you sure you didn't hear Ikaruga last night, Miyoshi?”

“LMAO Wouldn’t that be funny!? Nah Sumi is always supes quiet after Frooch scolded him for being too loud, which is totes cool, you know one time-” He was interrupted by a loud crash coming from the kitchen, along with a strange groan, which quite everyone in the fort.

“You heard that, right?”

“Mmh, see, I told you so Tsuzuroon.”

“Now isn’t the time for- okay whatever. What do we do now?”

“I dunno, what do you think Sumi... Sumi?” The pair looked over to see no one there, the blanket door to their fort open, and the triangle lantern left discarded.

“I have a bad feeling about this,”

“Well, save that for later! We gotta save Sumi! Man, this is so going on the ‘blam. We’re the MANKAI ghostbusters! Let's go!” Once Kazunari made a show of putting on an inste-live, he left the tent, Tsuzuru following after.

The pair slowly crept along, following the now growing groans and sounds, which seemed to be getting louder.

The pair finally ended up at the entrance to the kitchen, taking a deep breath before shining the light on the area in front of them, prepared for whatever kind of ghoul that would face.

Instead, they found Matsukawa groaning face down on the cool tile, Misumi sitting on his back and eating an Onigiri. The 19-year-old boy grinned, looking up at the two and flashing a peace.

“I found the ghost! He was trying to take my Onigiri so I tackled him!”

Tsuzuru let out the loudest sigh one would think was possible, as Kazunari laughed and ran up to Misumi, grinning as he turned his camera around and pointed it at the two, snapping a selfie.

“OMG That’s totes hilarious, LOL amirite Tsuzuroon! Tsuzuroon?” The art student looked up, only to see Tsuzuru collapsed on the ground, sleeping soundly, a puddle of drool already starting to form.

“Seems like the stakeout tired him out, lol, wanna help me drag him to bed Sumi?”

“Okay! Only if Kazu promises we can do this again!” Misumi grinned, still ignoring the soft groans of the manager he was sitting on.

“Got it! Let’s have weekly stakeouts! Tsuzuroon too!”

“I’ll pass.”

The pair’s direction suddenly turned to the sound of the once dead writer, to find him yet again, passed out on the floor.