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serizawa jumpscare 😳

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Reigen Arataka’s Psychic Consultation Adoption Agency

SHE IS LITERALLY SO SILLY I ADORE HER

"we need reigen for women" this, "reigen but a girl" that. you fool. she is already canon to mob psycho 100. her name is TOME KURATA you will RESPECT her

sometimes i see mp100 fans picking the quote “you’re the protagonist of your own life” for their artwork and blog and im like “ah yes, reigen said that :) i like that quote” and then i remember he looked like this when he said it

Y'all making me consider my own prices I haven't even finished deciding them yet pfft

Professional commission work: 400-550 bucks Tumblr commission work: 70 bucks

some of you: OMG UR COMMISSIONS ARE TOO EXPENSIVE WTF it’s almost like you value your time >:( not cool dude

Sending you directly to jail for this 😭/j

Evil thought. AU of your AU. The alternate universe idea. LOL. Amazo never went missing. Steven never got the mouse brain because Amazo managed to get the mind reading device off of him just in time but not enough time to let go himself. Just how guilty would Steven feel?

OOOOOOHHH that's SO evil xD I love it!! I'm gonna write for the next chapter rn but I'm DEFINITELY gonna try to draw this somehow during a break hehehe that's so evil

Here's a written version of how I think it'd go in fanfic form hehe (tw of course, uh, science gone wrong?):

He gently knocked on the frosted glass of the door. "Stevie?" He reached into the pocket of his leather vest and pulled out a key. With a swift turn, he unlocked the heavy door and stepped inside.

The dark ceiling loomed over him, beeping lights trailed up the pipes on the brick walls, and tables were dumped with tools and spare parts.

He heard two heartbeats... Both pounding and... he smelled adrenaline? Who was the second person?

With a deep breath, he blasted into the testing chamber, nearly blowing the door off its hinges.

He looked to what looked like a massive control panel.

A mouse...?

"Steven?" He called out.

"Adam? What are you doing here?" He called out from the hall.

"What's going on? You're nervous about something." He called back.

Steven emerged from the dimly lit hallway with a sandwich. "It's not that I'm nervous... I just... I just hope this works."

Adam shot him a weird look. "You're not trying that brain experiment, right? You said you'd wait for your paper to finish being peer-reviewed." He frowned.

"I-I know. It's taking so much longer than I thought and I know this is going to work. Everything is set up and I'm sure I'm about to be the first person in all of history to have direct communication with a mouse." He grinned.

"You don't know that."

"Yes, I do. I've run every test I could think of and almost everything is set! Though, I really shouldn't leave him there on the control panel for too long. He might press the wrong button."

Adam looked over to the panel, watching as the little hand lowered onto a big red button.

Why does that button say-

Adam dashed and ripped off Steven's helmet. The machine overloaded and sparks flew into the air. What felt like a million jolts of power surged through him. He screamed and felt his hands tighten around the helmet.

"ADAM!"

The lights flickered. He felt his head spinning. One last firey jolt of power blasted them to the ground.

The room fell to complete darkness.

Steven fumbled with the flashlight in his pocket and tried to keep his hand steady. The light from his hand shook intensely as he tried to stand up again after who knew how long.

"Adam?!" He tore the fried helmet out of Adam's hands and threw it aside.

His best friend, the person he loved most in the world, lay sprawled on the tiled floor, nearly unmoving. His labored breaths and small groans filled the silence left from the machine hums and beeps ceasing. Steven set the flashlight on the ground.

"Please, please-"

He looked up at his hair.

What?- Why is this part white??

He reached up to the tuft of hair that was swooped back. He took a shaky breath and tried to focus.

Adam's eyes struggled to stay open.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry- I didn't mean to- I should've waited. I should've waited like you said." Steven pleaded, almost trying to convince himself that he wasn't the type of person to nearly kill his fiance in a very preventable untested experiment.

"Steven...?" His voice, raspy from his screams, barely carried to Steven's ears.

"I'm here, I'm here." He took another shaky deep breath. "I'm sorry, Adam." His breath hitched in his throat, turning into hiccups.

AND SCENE </3

Okay, bc I totally rushed this, lemme ramble coherently!

So in this au of my au (lol), Adam doesn't get the mouse brain bc he wasn't wearing the helmet but parts of Squeaky did merge with him, giving him a bit of white hair. I think Amazo is much stronger and able to resist a lot more of the transformation both bc he's a highly trained superhero and bc he wasn't actually wearing the helmet. Squeaky does die from this experiement and that's a death Steven takes very hard. He was electrocuted which is such a painful way to go.

Amazo doesn't get a new personality but he does blur the line between what's justice and what's going too far. His sense of justice is completely skewed after this and Steven tries to help but is met with incredibly hostile rejections every time. This splits them apart because there is no clear indication of who Amazo is and Squeaky's influence from the grave.

Steven looses himself anyway (just like in canon) and he dedicates his life to trying to stop Amazo and bring back the Adam he knew and loved. He does get hurt trying to stop him and this universe's WordGirl struggles to stop him as well. They try teaming up but Steven is too far gone with guilt and shame. He can't focus and becomes very unstable while Amazo ruins his own legacy within the city and among his loved ones.

This is the worst timeline because nothing is reversible :)

I think alot about serizawa.

that he's so powerful and so sensitive, and how he's the very common Shonen anime trope of "villain with tragic backstory who just needed friends and is won over to the hero's side after the hero listens to them and shows them kindness" but like, his tragic backstory is so grounded in places others just aren't? like, he just didn't want to hurt anybody, so he hid himself away. that's so simple, yet so poignant and painful, so...normal. its such a common emotion, such a common solution. its not a healthy one or a "good" one, but its all he had...and then at some point, his self-imposed isolation became so hurtful to him that it caused him to become vulnerable to exploitation. to manipulation, and he became a weapon in a never ending cycle of violence, until someone was kind enough to listen to him, to want to help him.

and then i think about the fact that that person was just a child who had experienced the exact same struggle but was provided tools by people who loved him to help manage his problems....and it honestly makes me so emotional. because, like, it's a perfect allegory for how living with mental illness affects people.

serizawa is older than mob, so the society he grew up in didn't know how to handle his powers (mental illness/neurodivergency), but now, as times have changed and society has become increasingly more aware, it opens the pathway for people to find strength together, to have people in their lives that understand that they need kindess, they need love, that their mental illness isnt something bad or wrong.

but even more than that, they know that their differences do not make them bad people, they are not something to be shunned and hidden away, but just something to be worked through. just a unique aspect of how that person is, and it's neither good nor bad, just how they are.

and then i think about how serizawa didn't have anyone like that in his life until he was 30, and how those years of isolation and then manipulation (which caused him to do the very thing he was afraid of), how all of that could have broken him could have made him unloving, could have made him bitter. but instead, he overcame his fears, his guilt, his shame, and under all of that, he's just kind.

when i get really afraid, of myself, of the world, when i want to myself hide away and never leave my bed, my room, i think of him, and i feel so comforted, so much less alone.

what a wonderful man, written so gently, so lovingly. it's so rare to see a grown man with a stigmatized symptom of mental illness depicted in such a kind way, it makes me want to hug ONE through a phone screen.

anyway, uh. yeah katsuya. i think he's pretty neat.