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marmita-tuga  asked:

For the character ask thingy Toma !!!

Aaaa, this will be fun! Thank you so much you’re so sweet to send one in return ♡

First impression

He was my first route, and I thought he was such a creepy but fun character; I was never once bored. I viewed him kinda like Komaeda, very kind at a glance but is wearing a mask XD… And I love being thrown off, I’ve seen the same old over and over and boy was his route a hoot

Impression now

I never have rethought why I like a character deeply because the western fandom can be awful towards him, screaming “why do people like him!” and some persona shit I’ve gotten. I really had to think harder about his motivations and he is my ultimate favorite I want him to have a happy ending(especially since he loves heroine in some other routes, achieve happiness in his own). Even though he goes too far in his route, it’s important to note what sets him further and further off the deep end to his measures is Heroine keeps getting threatened / attacked / harassed. I love examining the why’s and I think that’s why he’s such a successful character for me, he kind of requires the most “reading between the lines” to understand.

Favorite moment

Aaagh so many. I think my favorite is the scene where Heroine can touch his cheek and he says he is horrified and think she just pities him, and he says he doesn’t deserve dreams or hopes. I guess I’m a sucker for self-loathing. And just the end of the Good end when he and Heroine kiss and he’s like “I’m not going to hold back for all the lost time.” Har har XD

Idea for a story

Similar to you I’d love to hear more of Toma’s backstory, like is his dad around? I think we only hear about his mom. I’d also love a continuation of the Normal Ending where Heroine tries to find him after regaining her memories… Shin wouldn’t approve but it’d be a very fun scenario imho. Or just the Bad End

Unpopular opinion

I loved the bad ending and I love his yandere side and honestly? I wouldn’t have minded a guy that always had my back and taken out bullies during my school years. *cackle cackle*

Favorite relationship

Definitely his relationship with Heroine  ♡ After all the shit and long years of misunderstandings and him being too dense and fearing rejection to change the relationship how he really wanted, all the events in his route and them finally coming to understand each other. Just knowing going forward the efforts he goes through to make it up to her and despite him being at his absolute worst / ugliest side Heroine still loves him…and gets to tease him and cal him an idiot. And they play friggin’ videogames together. That kinda is the best date to me! Ah, I love the childhood trio too, I love they stay together in his route…😄

Favorite headcanon

The joke that Toma is a blacksmith lmao

anonymous asked:

what is this sss that you all speak of

Time to drop your panties for these beautiful men 

They are all brothers. Yes I know, they don’t look alike and that is because their father is a man whore. So god damn can we just appreciate them for a bit? 

The one on the floor, wearing white, is Mei Taratino. He is a world famous pianist and Jesus Christ he is a cinnamon roll who needs protection. He deserves your love. Can we appreciate his beautiful facial features tho? Look how his waves gently falls on his face. God he is eatable. 

The one sitting on the couch handle shit, is Shizuka Kira. He is a supermodel and he is such a sweetie. He is a whore for sneakers and honestly SAME. We don’t have a route for him yet but hopefully soon D: 

The one fixing his hair is Rei Shindo. He doesn’t have a route either but he seems like the sweet guy right! But fucker seems controlling and I want to know more about Rei. 


HUSBAND #3 IS THE FUCKER IN THE GREY OZZING OUT SEX APPEAL. TOMA MOTHER FUCKING KIRA. Look at that jaw, its perfect to ride his face. Sorry I’m frustrated LMAO, he is honestly the sweetest. He comes off harsh but his intentions are pure. His past haunts him and I love this sweet baby. 

HUSBAND #2 IS THE FUCKER WITH THE SMIRK AND HIS CROSSED LEGS. FIST ME PAPI. HIS NAME IS CHIAKI KIRA. GOD DAMN BITCH. IM THIRSTY FOR HIM. OKAY HE IS PROBLEMATIC. In the beginning he uses you for the typical excuse of not wanting to be something okay. People take it the wrong way, but people are just hating on him. I love everything about Chiaki and his route is hilarious. He is relatable for being lazy as fuck and when he screams the screen shakes and its adorable. 

HUSBAND #1 NOW THE SEXY CLOWN LOOKING LIKE HE STEPPED OUT OF A BOX OF LUCKY CHARMS NAME IS MINAMI KIRA. THIS FUCKING GOOF BALL IS FUCKING EVERYTHING FOR ME. OKAY IS THE TOP PROBLEMATIC OUT OF THE WHOLE BROTHERS. OKAY some people bash on him because they don’t realize the emotional damage this man has gone through. His route is extra angst and I fell in love with him. I don’t excuse his actions but I must give credit where credit is due, he stopped it. You may not understand but if you play his route, try to understand him.

pandoramusicbox09  asked:

Hey there, just a curious passerby (though I love your stories) asking if you've seen Tomas Astruc's concept sketch for adult Ladybug and your thoughts on them. Have a lovely day!

I know everyone seems to like the mandarin collar one the best but I BEG OF YOU fandom, DO NOT sleep on bolero Ladybug.

Shape of You

Alright so here’s the start of a new AU!

Nesta hasn’t seen her sisters in almost a year. When she’s invited back to their lake house for a long weekend, Feyre insists she brings the boyfriend she’s told her about. The only problem is, he doesn’t exist. 

So out of desperation, her friend sets her up with Cassian. Somehow a weekend filled with fake hand holding and kisses, turns Nesta back into the girl she was before Tomas had destroyed her and the relationship she had with her sisters.

Chapter 1

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck,” I slammed my laptop shut as I threw my pen across the room. Of course my sisters would decide to have a start of summer weekend at the lake. And of course they would call me out for the lies I told them about the boy I met while here in the city.

It had been almost six months since I had last seen my sisters. I moved to the city as soon as I could, as soon as I found a job that would help me pay my half of the rent. I wanted out of that small town, I had to walk away before the memories, the ghosts haunted me forever. The city was my fresh start and even though neither of them understood, they let me go.

Feyre and I talked at least once a month on the phone. She kept asking me how I was doing and she told me that Tomas still asked about me. What she didn’t understand, even though I always changed the subject, was that I didn’t want to know about Tomas. I didn’t want to know about anyone in that small ass town because they were the reason why I left. The only reason I talked to Feyre was to check up on her and Elain.

They were the only family I had left. They were the only ones who mattered.

Sure I missed them. I missed my sisters, but it wasn’t enough to make me go visit home. I wasn’t homesick, I was content here in the city, in this new life I had made for myself. I loved my job at the bookstore. I loved the fact that I could walk everywhere and that things were open well into the night. But most of all I loved the fact that no one knew me. They didn’t know the secrets that had been whispered behind my back. They didn’t know how Tomas had tried to ruin me.

They didn’t know that he had almost won that war.

I read Feyre’s email again. Our lake house, the only thing our father had left to us. The lake house that had sat unused for years until we were old enough to realize the benefits of having that big house that sat right there at the water. The only reason we still owned it was because it was completely paid off. That and somehow Feyre and her fiancee were able to keep up with it.

The lake house where so many things had happened. So many things hadn’t happened too. There had been parties, there had been underage drinking. But mostly there had been tears. From me.

I pushed away those memories and looked at my computer. What was I supposed to do? I had started the lie to make my sister feel better. For her to think I wasn’t all alone out here in the city. Because she didn’t understand that I wanted to be alone. I didn’t want to be with someone who hurt me, who could destroy me. Not after I had been with Tomas for so long.

But I couldn’t tell her that truth. Not when I had fed her enough lies to make this boyfriend seem real. She was happy for me, she didn’t worry about me because she thought I had someone taking care of me. I didn’t need someone to take care of me. Just like I knew Feyre didn’t need her fiancee to take care of her. But it was nice knowing she had someone steady. She had someone real after the horrors that Tamlin had dealt her.

My sisters didn’t know about Tomas. They didn’t really know much about why I wanted to leave. It had been different when our parents died. I could’ve left and they would’ve understood. But I stayed until they were finished high school and then when Feyre announced she was getting married last year I up and left. I didn’t even say goodbye I just left a letter explaining I needed to find my own way now that they were both able to take care of themselves.

I pulled my hair hard, trying to stop the tears from filling my eyes. I didn’t cry, not easily. But I got teary eyed when I was frustrated. I couldn’t tell them the truth. So what was I supposed to do? I squeezed my eyes shut and the door to my apartment opened.

“Fuck me this can’t be happening.”

“Nesta!” I jumped at Rita’s voice, “you seem agitated.”

I met my roommate Rita at the bookstore. She was leaving for another job and I said something about needing a place to stay. We hit it off right away and I didn’t hate living with her. Sure our apartment was small, smaller than the home I had shared with my two sisters. But it was ours, I paid rent and I had my own room. Rita didn’t nag me about my mess and I didn’t nag her about hers.

We were good roommates. We got along and we left each other alone when we knew the other needed space. We were friends, but we were almost roommates. We didn’t get in each other’s business unless there was a reason to. I had gotten lucky.

I groaned, "my sisters want to have a long weekend at the lake.”

“Oh fun!”

“Not when you’ve been lying about having a boyfriend. And they want you to bring him along.”

Rita laughed, “oh shit I forgot. Damn what are you going to do?”

I shook my head, “I’ll think of something.”

I leaned back in my chair and Rita watched me. She raised an eyebrow and smiled, “I might know someone who can help.”

“No. The last guy you introduced me to was disgusting.”

His name was Adam and he was a hipster to end all hipsters. His hair was dirty and his glasses were round. They didn’t even have frames, and he spoke in riddles. I didn’t even spend five minutes in his presence. I found an excuse to leave, I texted Rita and told her to call me, and up and left him high and dry at the coffee shop we met at.

Rita laughed, “I’m sorry okay. I thought you’d get along. But you’ll like this one. Should I have him meet you? Even if he’s not the brightest, he’s easy on the eyes.”

She wiggled her eyebrows at me and I couldn’t help but laugh. I bit my lip, was I that desperate?

“Really? Your advice is that I hire someone to be my boyfriend for the weekend?”

She shrugged as she set her bag on the counter, “it’s either that or tell them the truth, Nes. I’m not sure which is worse since you seem so opposed to letting your sisters believe you have someone in your life.”

I winced. Rita never told me what to do, she never scolded me for lying to my sisters. But I knew she was right. If I was so okay with being alone, and I swore I was, then why did I feel the need to please my little sister? I’m sure there was some therapist who would say I really wasn’t okay being alone and that some part of me wanted someone around.

But I wouldn’t believe them. Because I didn’t need anyone, I only needed myself. But I didn’t want my sisters to worry. I didn’t want them to think I left them because they were a burden. They are my sisters and I will always be there for them. But it’s my turn to have a life. It’s my turn to find where I’m supposed to be.

I looked at Rita, she was texting someone. She sat down on the couch and I looked at the picture of the three of us. The only picture I had on my desk of us when I was five and they were babies. I was always there, always taking care of them. They were my best friends, before that night drove us apart. Before that night pushed me so far away from everyone else that I couldn’t find my way back to them.

I didn’t want them to ask about it. I didn’t want them to think they needed to figure me out. If I had someone with me they would direct the attention to him. They would ask him about his life and how we met and what we did, instead of berating me with questions about why I left.

I let out a slow breath and Rita looked at me. She smiled slightly, like she already knew what I was about to say. My cheeks were red as I let the thoughts settle and I nodded my head slowly.

“Fine,” I gritted my teeth as I looked at the clock, “tell your friend to meet me at Luke’s diner in five minutes.”

“He’s already on his way. Trust me you’ll like him. He’s big and handsome,” her eyes got wide as if she had a crush on him herself, “he’s just your type.”

I rolled my eyes and stood up, “if he’s a hipster I swear to god I’ll kill you.”

Rita’s laugh followed me as I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. I walked down the steps, my heart pounding as I opened the door to our building. The sun was warm, the weather had already started to turn to summer. But goosebumps pricked my skin as I thought about hiring someone to lie to my family.

It wasn’t lying. It was pretending. My sister would bring her fiancee, I’m sure Elain had someone. I couldn’t remember if she told me about someone important. His name started with an L? Or maybe it was a C. She didn’t talk much whenever Feyre put her on the phone, but she told me bits and pieces of her life. Elain was the most upset when they found me gone.

I felt guilty every time she called.

But I knew with Feyre came Rhys and with Rhys came his friends. Azriel the quiet one who followed Rhys’s cousin everywhere she went. Feyre told me they were finally opening up to the idea of dating and while I was happy for them all, they were one big happy family, I knew that meant I would be the odd one out. I always was the odd one out, the one who didn’t fit in. The girl who stood alone and never had someone there beside her.

I wanted this weekend, now that I knew about it, to be fun. I wanted them to see me as the Nesta I always was, not the girl I had turned into after that terrible night. The night I was running from. The night I would do anything and everything to forget.

I rubbed my hands up and down my arms as I rounded the corner and the diner came into view. I realized as I walked towards it that I wanted to go home. I wanted to go to the lake and see my sisters and the family they had made for themselves. But I didn’t want to go alone.

Sue me I still had some feelings. I still had some pride I suppose.

I walked into the diner and the bell above the door sounded. Luke, the owner, stood behind the counter and smiled at me. I nodded in greeting, my eyes sweeping the tables. I knew which one was waiting for me as soon as my eyes landed on him. I stood there for a moment too long and contemplated turning around.

He was a big hulking man, his dark hair was long. He looked warm, his skin glowing in the harsh lights of the diner. His black shirt fit perfectly over his arms and his chest. He took up enough space that my eyes couldn’t wander away from them if they tried. My heart stopped, his eyes landing on me before I could make a run for it. Before I could decide this was a terrible choice and I should just tell my sisters the truth.

“Well hello sweetheart,” he stood up and half his mouth tilted in a smile. He could’ve been attractive, if he cut his hair.

I pulled my chair out, “I’m Nesta.”

He licked his lips, “you can call me Cassian,” his eyes sparkled. Like they were hiding something he was dying for me to find out.

“Right well. I take it Rita told you why I’m here.”

He coughed, “something about you being in need of a male escort to the lake this weekend.”

I winced, “a friend,” I tried wondering if I could go through with this, “to make my sisters stop asking me why I don’t have a boyfriend okay? Can you do that? Pretend?”

Amusement filled his eyes. He tried to fight the smile that tugged at his lips, but when it didn’t stop he ran his finger along his chin. He looked down at his hands and I could tell he was thinking about more than just agreeing to helping me. Hell we didn’t know each other, we had just met and I asked him to date me. Even if it was fake, even if he was helping me, this was still weird.

Me and my stupid pride. I was about to take back the offer and tell him to forget it, that I had a mental breakdown and this was all just the biggest embarrassing moment of my life.

But then Cassian nodded slowly, “you know I’m surprise you don’t have a boyfriend. You’re cute and I know a few guys who like bossy.”

I rolled my eyes, “wow that was super helpful,” I glared at him, my hands were shaking. I shoved them under my legs as I waited to hear his answer, “you can just say no. Rita said you were single and I thought maybe you’d want a free trip to the lake for a weekend. I thought maybe…”

I stopped. I almost thought we could be friends. But I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, stopping myself form wishing for something I could never have. I didn’t let myself get close to people, not after Tomas wedged between me and my sisters. Not since that night when he destroyed all the threads of trust I had ever had.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you. I just said I’m surprised you aren’t taken,” he smiled then, he liked watching me squirm. He leaned back and stretched his arms over his head. His shirt rode up slightly and I saw the dark markings of a tattoo that disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans.


He wiggled his eyebrows, “well how can I say no when you say my name like that?”

He watched me for a moment as relief flooded through me. As much as I hated this I felt better once he said he would help me. I hated having to lie because everyone thought I couldn’t handle life without Tomas. Except I broke up with him. And I moved here, far away from my family to have the life I wanted.

"What do I get for helping you?” He finally asked, his deep voice smooth as he propped his elbow on the table, then leaned his head on his hand. He kept staring at me and it felt like his honey brown eyes could see into my soul.

I looked down at his hands. His skin was golden, a little darker. He looked like he was carved of stone, like he could’ve been a Greek god in another lifetime. A piece of brown hair fell in his eyes and I wanted to push it back. I let out a breath. I hadn’t thought this far.

“I’ll pay you,” I finally said. I didn’t have a lot but I could do something, “it won’t be much. But you’ll get a four day weekend at the lake house. Meals and showers and everything included.”

Cassian seemed to think it over. He nodded his head, "how much?”


“I know I look cheap, but I won’t act like your boyfriend for a hundred dollars, Nesta.”


He shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that.”

I blew out a breath, “$500. That’s my final offer.”

He reached across the table and touched my hand. His skin was warm and a spark shot down my arm. He ran his thumb over the back of my hand, “well sweetheart you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” I snapped. My eyes narrowed.

He laughed, “well I guess we should make some ground rules.”

“The first one is no pet names. Nesta,“ I pointed at me, "Cassian. Got it?”

He sighed, “sure sweetheart.”

He wasn’t going to make this easy. I could tell as he continued to smile, his eyes lighting up as I glared at him. It was like he thought I was a challenge, like he wanted to defy everything I was saying. He licked his lips, his fingers tapping on the table as I thought through what other boundaries we needed to establish. I didn’t realize this would all happen so fast. The weekend would be here in two days and somehow I had managed to find myself a boyfriend to fill the empty role.

Feyre would love Cassian. He was everything I would never want in a boyfriend. He was the complete opposite of Tomas and I couldn’t stop letting that sway me. He was big and dark, whereas Tomas was small and light. Cassian was full of mystery, but not the kind that Tomas carried with him. Cassian seemed honorable, Tomas had just been pure evil.

I let out a slow breath and pulled my hands off the table so he wouldn’t try to touch me again. I couldn’t stop feeling that spark going down my spine. I couldn’t stop wondering why exactly I had wanted this in the first place. I shook my head and finally brought my eyes back up to his.

“Okay so I’ve got some rules. First we hold hands if someone else is in the room. No touching if we’re alone, because honestly there’s no reason for it. You’re there to make me look good. You can kiss my cheek, but nothing more. We aren’t big on public displays of affection. My sister and her fiancé are, but that’s another story,” I rolled my eyes. Feyre and Rhys could barely keep their hands off each other. I hated being stuck in a room with them.

My cheeks turned pink and my mouth went dry, “we will probably have to share a room, you sleep on the floor. We don’t share the room if the other is changing. Make sure you bring enough clothes to sleep in and a bathing suit.”

Cassian nodded, "fine. But you want this to be believable. So you’re forgetting one thing.”


He smiled and it would’ve knocked me to my knees if I wasn’t already sitting. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to make it through the weekend alive. I had a feeling this new friend of mine was going to try and climb the walls I had built this last year. Like he thought he could break down the shell I had surrounded myself inside.

HIs brown eyes danced as he looked at me, his crooked smile in place, ”the story of how we met.“

voltagemarveliceprincess  asked:

For everyone, if you had to kiss any of the guys, who would it be?

Mine: “That’s easy for me to answer, i would pick Ikki without a doubt. Ah, Sawa looks so uncomfortable right now.”

Sawa: “It’s just a little embarrassing to admit, most of the guys here are nice. Ah, uh, since this is just a hypothetical question, I would pick…Shin.”

Mine: “Oh, do you like him? I didn’t think he’d be your type.”

Sawa:”It’s just a hypothetical question and he’s the first friend to come to mind.”

Mina: “Ha, okay, you can tell yourself that. But it would be better if you were more honest about your feelings.”

Rika: “I’m not used to answering questions, but like Sawa said, this is purely hypothetical. So in that case, I would say Ikki, as long as he didn’t mind in this hypothetical situation, then I would have to punish whoever put him in that situation. Ah, wait a minute, you said everyone!? So the guys need to answer this too??”

Mine: “Oh my. How are they going to answer, heehee.

Sawa: “Yeah, uh, I’d be curious to know as well.”

Toma: “…”

Shin: “…”

Toma: “…”

Shin: “…”

Toma: “We can’t just sit here in silence.”

Shin: “Do you have an answer then?”

Toma: “…No.”

Ikki: “I’m not sure who to pick either.”

Kent: “Wait I have a solution. This is purely hypothetical, so we must put any embarrassment aside. There is a logical solution to this. We will assign ourselves a number, then use a random number generator to answer the question. So it will go:






Kent: “Shin is first, he gets number…1. Ah, I don’t think he can do that to himself. Sorry, let me try again. He gets number…4, Toma.”

Shin: “Shit.”

Kent: “Ikki gets number…2. Hmm, maybe I’m using too simple algorithms. Trying once more, he gets number…3, me. Oh, well…”

Ikki: “Let’s keep going. Ken gets number…1, Shin.”

Kent: “Ah…”

Ikki: “Toma gets number…5, Ukyo.”

Toma: “What…”

Ukyo: “These pairing are kind of working in some twisted way…oh I didn’t say anything.”

Ikki: “And Ukyo gets number…3, Ken. Well aren’t you popular.

“Well I’m sure you all have something to say about these pairings, so feel free to let us know.”

*Mod Note: I really used a random number generator. And this was a lot of fun.


anonymous asked:

Hi! Sa totoo lang d pa rin ako sumusuko. Baka sakaling may gusto talagang makipag-usap. Medyo marami na akong minemessage pero wala pumapansin sa akin para sa mahabahabang usapan. Gusto ko lang naman marinig ng maayos perspekto nila :'( pero wala hanggang "Slavery is bad. Bad culture" lang nakukuha ako. Walang malalim na usapan. Parang ayaw nila :(

Ang tibay mo. Ayoko ring sumuko kaso masayaw kong umasa. Sa totoo lang, sa tinging ko ayaw nila talagang malaman. Kasi alam nila na nagbenefit sila sa sistemang ito. Ginago tayo ng Amerika, ginago tayong ng kung sinu-sino pati kapwa Pilipino. Kasama yun sa pribilehiyo nila bilang mga Kano. Kaya siguro di sila nakikinig. Para tayo yung magmukhang masama. 

May nikita akong post sa twitter. Si kuya matibay din. Nakukuha niyo kung ano yung importante. Thanks po kuya! Sana kasing understanding niyo po sila.

anonymous asked:

Question for Shin, Toma, Ikki, Kent, and Ukyo - Do you ever get startled by toast when it pops out of the toaster?

Toma: “No, I don’t recall ever being startled by a toaster.”

Shin: “Me neither. It’s a pretty normal sound, and it’s not loud or anything.”

Kent: “I agree, when you make toast, you expect the ping noise the toaster makes, so it would not cause surprise unless you became unfocused. But given that it only takes a few minutes to make toast, I would be concerned with your attention span if you couldn’t focus on making toast, unless there were other factors happening during the time you were making toast…”

Ikki “Very true, Ken. I wonder, is there a story behind this question, Ukyo?”

Ukyo: “Well, you see, I never learned how to cook, but someone at the cafe said something like ‘Toast is so easy to make that even Sawa only screws it up half the time.’ So I thought I would buy a toaster and give it a try. I like to come into Meido no Hitsuji for breakfast, but sometimes there are…other things I need to do. So I plugged in the toaster and put the bread in. I set it to lightly toasted. I must have gotten distracted like what Kent said, maybe I was thinking too hard about something, and the toaster made the ping noise, but what really startled me was the toast popping up.

“Ah, this is a little embarrassing to admit but since you guys have had even more embarrassment here on this blog, I’ll tell you. I yelped and left the kitchen. But I got distracted again, and after some time I realized I had not turned the toaster off. So I ran into the kitchen and the toast was black and there was smoke everywhere. The toast had burned the toaster so badly it was unusable. So after that day, i just come into the cafe to have toast. I don’t mind how it’s done there, even if Sawa burns it a little. Though try not to mention that to the manager. She tends to be in hot water with him a lot.”

mycarrie  asked:

Toma why did lock the heroine in a dog's crate? That is Uncool man! How would you like it if you were in that thing? Don't do that ever again!

Toma: “It was horrible of me, I don’t disagree with you at all. I don’t plan on ever doing it again. As for putting myself in the cage, I think that’s a good idea. It’s the least I can do.”


Mod Note: He actually does this in one of the sequels.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I just saw your list of pan characters in books and I added like 99% of them to my tbr, thank you so much for making it. I was just wondering if any of the authors were pansexual as well? Or if you know of any pan authors who write books with pan protagonists? Thank you in advance and I hope you have a good day/night! :)

hey! you’re welcome! the only authors I know of that have identified as pan are gl tomas and cm lloyd, who do indeed have books featured in the list. thank you, and back at ya! :)