modmikail:

IDK either.

I love how Shadow’s just like ‘…………DOES NOT COMPUTE’ and Mina’s probably imagining the unattainable Shadow booty

modmikail:

IDK either.

I love how Shadow’s just like ‘…………DOES NOT COMPUTE’ and Mina’s probably imagining the unattainable Shadow booty

Just some shadmina headcanons

modmikail:

If another person makes a move on Shadow, he feels guilty about it and apologizes profusely to Mina.  At first confused because he said he never reciprocated these advances, she realizes Shadow believe being hit on equals being unfaithful.  She finds it completely adorable.


When he wasn’t looking, Mina once tried to perform Chaos Control with Shadow’s emerald.  When she wasn’t looking, Shadow watched Mina’s fruitless attempts with mild amusement before politely asking for it back.


Mina wrote a song much akin to ‘All Hail Shadow’ after seeing the hedgehog wipe out a battalion of robots.


After significant training and sparring, Mina learned to perform a spin attack with a bo staff, which certainly surprised her bf the first time around.


There was one winter where Shadow and Mina did an impromptu figure skating routine that blew everyone’s mind.


Shadow once arrived for a date via a halo jump.  Scared the hell out of the doorman.

Petition to make the ‘All Hail Shadow’ song this one even though it’s super embarassing and everyone aside from Shadow knows who’s it about except for him

…wait, shit, I just realized I have the issue that Fini debuted in

AND THE ONE WITH ALL THE PANELS SHADOW AND MINA SHARE

EXTRA SCORE

hi my name is Luna and I love Book-Off like burningbut seriously OLD SANICK COMICS AND THE SATAM BOX SET HELLS TO THE YEEEEESSSSS

hi my name is Luna and I love Book-Off like burning

but seriously OLD SANICK COMICS AND THE SATAM BOX SET HELLS TO THE YEEEEESSSSS

YusuMako headcanon where Yusuke gets Jupiter’s emblem tattooed to his upper arm as a symbol of his devotion to Makoto + her Sailor duties

….but then Makoto is like stuck in between wanting to yell at him because WHY WOULD YOU TATTOO YOURSELF YOU ALREADY HAVE A BAD ENOUGH REP (since tattoos are hugely looked down on in Japanese culture and is associated with the yakuza) but also feeling oddly touched because a-awwww he loves me enough to do that ;A;

so she just winds up punching him in the spot where he got it and tells him he was dumb, but can’t help the dumb grin on her face regardless

scarymissmerry sent: I guess my first message didn't go through but it's seriously awesome to find another person who likes both Sailor Moon and Yu Yu Hakusho AND crosses them over! I thought I was the only one left. ^_^' Also, your cosplays looked amazing dear.

dfjghsd OH NO, STUPID TUMBLR AND THEIR DUMB ASK EATING HABITS D:

But dsmbhsjdf AAAAAA thank yoooooou ;A; <33 The two fandoms are forever intertwined in my heart, so I can’t imagine myself liking one more than the other because they’re both so amazing TAT (though with this Sailor Moon revival going on, I’M SERIOUSLY HOPING FOR NEW YYH STUFF because my life would officially be complete)

IT MAKES ME REALLY HAPPY TO SEE THAT THERE ARE OTHERS WHO LIKE CROSSING THEM OVER TOO, because as far as Sailor Moon crossovers go, not… many people tend to think of YYH (mostly DBZ, to be honest), which is a damn shame because they fit in rather neatly with one another (90’s Japan kids fighting supernatural creatures), not to mention the level of meta with the authors being married and all like seriously, guys, JUST MAKE THAT CROSSOVER ALREADY I’m begging you

—anyway, yeah tl;dr, MORE YU YU MOON FANS ARE AWESOME ;___; <33

Anonymous sent: Omo, could you please do numbers 2, 5, and 11 on the writing meme for YusuMako when you have the time? Thank you!! ♥

starsugars:

I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ANON AAAA ;A; I’m going to split them into three posts just so it won’t be smushed into one reply dmjbvfsd

2: It’s Person A’s wedding day, and Person B has showed up to win them back.

This was it.

This was karma, finally biting him in the ass after all this time.

The air was burning in his lungs, legs already aching and tender, despite the distance being a little less than a mile already. In better times, in tighter situations, this would have been barely a sneeze. But now, with all the desperation surging through his veins and self-loathing battering against his skull, he couldn’t get his reliable, emotion fueled boost that he depended on in the past.

Which sucked, because he could have really used it at the moment.

He all but stumbled through the door of the fancy hotel, gunning towards the chapel towards the back, garnering angry glances and incensed shouts from the staff he blew past. He HAD to make it to that altar in time. It was lucky he managed to find out about the arrangement in the first place— a mutual friend accidentally slipped the info a little too late, and it was a mad dash to find where it was being held. Anyone who tried to stop him now was going to get a straight hook to the face, protocols be damned.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Was this what he had left his once best friend for? Granted, the long suffering Keiko was the one to propose cutting ties first, but he was the one to accept it, hoping to develop a bond with somebody else. But that somebody else, for all the years and madness that they spent together, dropped it all for a reborn pretty boy with hair much too long for his stupid head.

Unacceptable.

It was simply unacceptable.

He wasn’t the best boyfriend, no— roses and fancy dinners and long epics about how her eyes resembled stars weren’t his THING, but he thought she had realized just how much he cared for her despite all those superficial gestures. But he would buy a whole flower shop, clear out the snazziest restaurant in Tokyo, write her a whole NOVEL if he had to, just to get her back and away from that dork she was currently infatuated with.

Screw star-crossed destiny. Rules and fate were always broken, and he was living proof of that.

"MAKOTO!!"

There was a loud boom as the altar door was slammed open, denting the wall, startling everyone in the room. The bride jerked up, eyes snapping to the entrance, her lovingly tended bunch of camellias and lily of the valley dropping to the floor from numb fingers.

"… Yusuke."

It was a whisper of regret tinged with horror, something that didn’t go unnoticed by her fellow bridesmaids.

Before Yusuke could make his way up to Makoto proper, a raven-haired figure in red cut him off, violet eyes glowering with contempt.

"LEAVE. Right now."

"Like hell. Get out of my way, Rei."

"You had your chance," snapped the priestess, lip curled. "Don’t you dare ruin this for her further."

It took all of Yusuke’s willpower not to just shove her aside right then and there. “I literally only got three week’s notice! If I could just TALK to her—”

"You do that and I’ll ofuda your ass so hard—"

"… Rei."

"Yeah? I’d like to see you try it, lightweight!"

"REI."

"You lousy punk! No wonder she isn’t—"

"REI!!"

The two swung their heads around at the sound of the bride’s voice, her lips set in a thin line, emerald eyes shooting daggers at them both.

"I can handle this," Makoto replied tersely, nodding in the direction of the other bridesmaids. "Don’t make it a further scene."

The fire senshi’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but gave one last sneer in the former detective’s direction before striding back towards her side of the altar. Yusuke couldn’t resist giving her a nasty face in return. If he was lucky, she’d probably trip on those dumb heels during the reception.

"Honey…" the groom intoned, leaning in to murmur near her ear. "Are you sure about this? I can always—"

"No, Masato, I got this," she assured him, patting his hand gently.

With careful, measured steps, she walked towards her former lover, stopping when she was only a few feet away. Her gaze was indifferent and detached, a stark contrast from the warmth they usually had whenever he was near. Yusuke began to take a step forward, to cover the gap, but a raised hand halted him in his tracks.

"Why are you here, Yusuke?"

He blinked, once, then twice, confusion settling onto his face. “… is that a trick question?”

Only silence was the answer, daring him to continue.

"… I’m here to get you back, Makoto. Isn’t it obvious? I mean—" Laughter, tinged with disbelief, bubbled out of him, as he gestured towards the groom. "You just met this guy less than a month ago! You can’t tell me you’re ready to throw away everything we had just for… for some romance cover wannabe who had dibs on you in another lifetime!"

"Hey—!"

"MASATO," Makoto warned, teeth clenched. Her attention shifted back to Yusuke, her stare hard.

"We were destined for each other," she murmured, sight never faltering from her ex. "We had a happy life back then, before… before everything else." There was a small, resigned sigh, before she continued. "I missed him the first time around, and—and I didn’t think I’d see him again. But something HAPPENED, and he returned, so—"

"—so this is total bullshit and you’re letting destiny dictate your life, yet AGAIN?"

"Destiny has never dictated it, it’s only guided it!" Green eyes blazed with indignant fury. "And if that’s such a problem for you, then maybe you’re better off out of my life."

Yusuke opened his mouth to reply, but Makoto turned smartly on her heel and began heading towards the altar once more.

"By the way," she said, casting him a cold glance over her shoulder. "Disrupting my wedding and starting arguments with my bridesmaids? Sure as hell isn’t going to convince me to go back to you."

Ice. Ice was suddenly running through his veins.

He couldn’t feel it when security, with it’s always impeccable timing, came in to hoist him out of the premises.

He couldn’t feel it when he was deposited, none too gracefully, outside the building.

He couldn’t feel his feet as they went on autopilot towards the direction of his apartment, couldn’t feel his hands as he pushed open his door, and he couldn’t feel himself in general as he lowered himself onto the floor, staring at nothing in particular.

It wasn’t until the scream of betrayal that escaped his throat and caught the attention of the neighbors did he feel anything at all.

Anonymous sent: Omo, could you please do numbers 2, 5, and 11 on the writing meme for YusuMako when you have the time? Thank you!! ♥

I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ANON AAAA ;A; I’m going to split them into three posts just so it won’t be smushed into one reply dmjbvfsd

2: It’s Person A’s wedding day, and Person B has showed up to win them back.

This was it.

This was karma, finally biting him in the ass after all this time.

The air was burning in his lungs, legs already aching and tender, despite the distance being a little less than a mile already. In better times, in tighter situations, this would have been barely a sneeze. But now, with all the desperation surging through his veins and self-loathing battering against his skull, he couldn’t get his reliable, emotion fueled boost that he depended on in the past.

Which sucked, because he could have really used it at the moment.

He all but stumbled through the door of the fancy hotel, gunning towards the chapel towards the back, garnering angry glances and incensed shouts from the staff he blew past. He HAD to make it to that altar in time. It was lucky he managed to find out about the arrangement in the first place— a mutual friend accidentally slipped the info a little too late, and it was a mad dash to find where it was being held. Anyone who tried to stop him now was going to get a straight hook to the face, protocols be damned.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Was this what he had left his once best friend for? Granted, the long suffering Keiko was the one to propose cutting ties first, but he was the one to accept it, hoping to develop a bond with somebody else. But that somebody else, for all the years and madness that they spent together, dropped it all for a reborn pretty boy with hair much too long for his stupid head.

Unacceptable.

It was simply unacceptable.

He wasn’t the best boyfriend, no— roses and fancy dinners and long epics about how her eyes resembled stars weren’t his THING, but he thought she had realized just how much he cared for her despite all those superficial gestures. But he would buy a whole flower shop, clear out the snazziest restaurant in Tokyo, write her a whole NOVEL if he had to, just to get her back and away from that dork she was currently infatuated with.

Screw star-crossed destiny. Rules and fate were always broken, and he was living proof of that.

"MAKOTO!!"

There was a loud boom as the altar door was slammed open, denting the wall, startling everyone in the room. The bride jerked up, eyes snapping to the entrance, her lovingly tended bunch of camellias and lily of the valley dropping to the floor from numb fingers.

"… Yusuke."

It was a whisper of regret tinged with horror, something that didn’t go unnoticed by her fellow bridesmaids.

Before Yusuke could make his way up to Makoto proper, a raven-haired figure in red cut him off, violet eyes glowering with contempt.

"LEAVE. Right now."

"Like hell. Get out of my way, Rei."

"You had your chance," snapped the priestess, lip curled. "Don’t you dare ruin this for her further."

It took all of Yusuke’s willpower not to just shove her aside right then and there. “I literally only got three week’s notice! If I could just TALK to her—”

"You do that and I’ll ofuda your ass so hard—"

"… Rei."

"Yeah? I’d like to see you try it, lightweight!"

"REI."

"You lousy punk! No wonder she isn’t—"

"REI!!"

The two swung their heads around at the sound of the bride’s voice, her lips set in a thin line, emerald eyes shooting daggers at them both.

"I can handle this," Makoto replied tersely, nodding in the direction of the other bridesmaids. "Don’t make it a further scene."

The fire senshi’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but gave one last sneer in the former detective’s direction before striding back towards her side of the altar. Yusuke couldn’t resist giving her a nasty face in return. If he was lucky, she’d probably trip on those dumb heels during the reception.

"Honey…" the groom intoned, leaning in to murmur near her ear. "Are you sure about this? I can always—"

"No, Masato, I got this," she assured him, patting his hand gently.

With careful, measured steps, she walked towards her former lover, stopping when she was only a few feet away. Her gaze was indifferent and detached, a stark contrast from the warmth they usually had whenever he was near. Yusuke began to take a step forward, to cover the gap, but a raised hand halted him in his tracks.

"Why are you here, Yusuke?"

He blinked, once, then twice, confusion settling onto his face. “… is that a trick question?”

Only silence was the answer, daring him to continue.

"… I’m here to get you back, Makoto. Isn’t it obvious? I mean—" Laughter, tinged with disbelief, bubbled out of him, as he gestured towards the groom. "You just met this guy less than a month ago! You can’t tell me you’re ready to throw away everything we had just for… for some romance cover wannabe who had dibs on you in another lifetime!"

"Hey—!"

"MASATO," Makoto warned, teeth clenched. Her attention shifted back to Yusuke, her stare hard.

"We were destined for each other," she murmured, sight never faltering from her ex. "We had a happy life back then, before… before everything else." There was a small, resigned sigh, before she continued. "I missed him the first time around, and—and I didn’t think I’d see him again. But something HAPPENED, and he returned, so—"

"—so this is total bullshit and you’re letting destiny dictate your life, yet AGAIN?"

"Destiny has never dictated it, it’s only guided it!" Green eyes blazed with indignant fury. "And if that’s such a problem for you, then maybe you’re better off out of my life."

Yusuke opened his mouth to reply, but Makoto turned smartly on her heel and began heading towards the altar once more.

"By the way," she said, casting him a cold glance over her shoulder. "Disrupting my wedding and starting arguments with my bridesmaids? Sure as hell isn’t going to convince me to go back to you."

Ice. Ice was suddenly running through his veins.

He couldn’t feel it when security, with it’s always impeccable timing, came in to hoist him out of the premises.

He couldn’t feel it when he was deposited, none too gracefully, outside the building.

He couldn’t feel his feet as they went on autopilot towards the direction of his apartment, couldn’t feel his hands as he pushed open his door, and he couldn’t feel himself in general as he lowered himself onto the floor, staring at nothing in particular.

It wasn’t until the scream of betrayal that escaped his throat and caught the attention of the neighbors did he feel anything at all.

How Well Do You Know Your OCs

neeneejb:

send me a number 1-60 and i’ll answer the questions with one of my OCs

1: What’s your OCs favorite color?
2: Where does your OC work?
3: What’s your OCs favorite food?
4: Does your OC prefer paper or plastic?
5: How old is your OC?
6: Does your OC have any supernatural powers?
7: Is your OC in a relationship?
8: What are some of your OCs strengths?
9: What are some of your OCs weaknesses?
10: What is your OCs favorite outfit?
11: What animal does your OC relate to?
12: Is your OC sexually active?
13: What is your OCs earliest memory?
14: Does your OC have a cell phone? If so, what kind?
15: What makes your OC angry?
16: When is your OCs favorite time of year?
17: How long can your OC hold their breath?
18: What kind of underwear does your OC wear?
19: Does your OC prefer plaid or polka dots?
20: What’s your OCs favorite kind of pizza?
21: Who is your OCs best friend?
22: Has your OC ever killed someone?
23: Whats your OCs biggest secret?
24: What does your OC smell like?
25: What time of year does your OC prefer?
26: Is your OC a human or an animal? (or something else idk)
27: What languages does your OC speak?
28: Does your OC like anime?
29: Can your OC swim?
30: What does your OC choose to do about the, er, hair down there?
31: Does your OC believe in fairies?
32: Did your OC go to college? What did they major in?
33: Are your OCs parents dead?
34: Is your OC religious?
35: How flexible is your OC?
36: What turns your OC on?
37: What was your OCs first word?
38: Does your OC have any pets?
39: Who is your OCs biggest enemy?
40: What is the craziest thing your OC has done?
41: What is your OCs motto about life?
42: Does your OC drink coffee or tea?
43: Who is your OCs biggest hero?
44: What color eyes does your OC have?
45: Does your OC like reading?
46: Is your OC loyal?
47: Does your OC tolerate violence?
48: What social class is your OC from?
49: What country was your OC born in?
50: Does your OC cry easily?
51: What is your OCs favorite genre of music?
52: How does your OC feel about insects?
53: What is your OCs sexual orientation?
54: Does your OC smoke?
55: What gender is your OC?
56: What kind of clothes does your OC wear?
57: Would you call your OC adventurous?
58: Is your OC introverted or extroverted?
59: What is the first thing that someone would notice about your OC?
60: Does your OC enjoy nature?

make sure to specify which one unless you want me to pick a random character which is cool to.  

Anonymous sent: 'X' ShadMina

YEEEEEEEEEEEE SANICK OTP TIMES

  • Who was the one to propose: … I know there was an RP thing that polterghast and I did ages ago where Shadow popped the question to Mina, but… I think it’d be Mina who’d suggest it to Shadow first? I mean, after a good while, Mina would want to make it ‘official’ (and big fancy weddings are a weakness for her), but Shadow’s not really for it, since… well, it’s kind of pointless to pledge your life to someone when you’re going to outlive them by spades, but after being worn down by all sides over it and doing some ~deep soul searching~, he comes to realize that spending his life with her while she’s still around would be the best option, aaaand so he finally agrees and Mina nearly smothers him in kisses fkksdds
  • Who stressed more over wedding planning: Proooobably Mina, since what DOESN’T she stress over (poor anxiety ridden thing), not to mention it’s going to be covered by ALL of the papers and ALL of the tabloids, and dfknskdn BEING FAMOUS SUCKS AT TIMES TAT Shadow has his fair share of stresses too, mostly that he knows absolutely NOTHING about wedding stuff, and being the subject of so many people’s attention is the furthest thing he wants to do, and he and Mina eventually agree to keep the ceremony as low-key as possible (which aggravates the press once they catch wind of it dkjsdn)
  • Who decorated the house: Mina, most likely? Decorating was never really Shadow’s thing. though he does put in his two cents from time to time (like NO MORE PURPLE WALLS and DO WE REALLY NEED THE FIFTY FOOT POSTER OF YOUR BAND HERE)
  • Who does the cooking: Default to Mina, mostly because Shadow hardly ever eats, and thus doesn’t get much cooking practice in, though she’s hardly any good at it herself, nor is she around that often to do it, ahaha |D;
  • Who does the cleaning: Shadow! Just because he was raised in a very sterile environment, thus cleanliness was KEY, and since Mina’s usually too exhausted after tours and concerts to do much, he takes it upon himself to keep the house clean when he can ;v;b
  • Who is more organized: …..also probably Shadow, since he’d probably be the type to be very methodical in how he stores things and keeps them, and Mina’s too distracted a lot of the time to remember where she puts certain thing sob 
  • Who initiates bedroom fun: HARD TO ANSWER, SINCE I DON’T THINK SHADOW HAS THE MEANS FOR SEXY-TIMES TO BEGIN WITH (or the urge for it), so it definitely wouldn’t be him though it’d be interesting to think about—I mean wat and Mina respects that, so the most their ‘bedroom fun’ would equate to would be lots of cuddling and sleeping near one another at best (which Mina totes initiates because SHE IS A CLINGY CLINGSTER LIKE THAT)
  • Who suggested kids first: MOST DEFINITELY MINA, because the thought never even CROSSED Shadow’s mind to start with, what with him not being able to sire children and all and having no urge to reproduce :C Doesn’t stop Mina from suggesting adoption or genetic tomfoolery, though, and Shadow’s just like ……..egghhh because he can’t envision himself as a father, but he eventually caves on that as well because it’d be something to make her happy (and making those important to him happy is HIS ULTIMATE THING), and he looks into cloning/genetic experiments and thus this is how we get Aria and Solace yaaaaaaay \ouo/