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Critical Criminal

His lips trembled in silence, bound in a giant chair with cuffed hands, they were connected to long metal chains that were hanging in the air behind his back. His eyes traced the ground. As if he was a caged bird who lost its freedom. Sunday had nothing to share but sadness and melancholy. Stelle stood there staring at his dead looking eyes. 

“Why are you here?” He broke the silence, his grip tightened ever so slightly. “Are you here to look down at me? If so, you have the chance. Because I'm going to meet with my deserved fate soon.“

Stelle stepped inside, closer to his form. He wasn't honest with himself even after she answered him before. Her answer was clear as the sun, but maybe he was blinded by it. 

A sigh left her lips, What a stubborn man. Did he think she was here to laugh at him? What does he take her for? She pouted and puffed. “Sunday, I'm here for you.”

Bitter laugh echoed in the cell. He didn't even glance at her, but his body radiated defeat. “For me? “ he questioned sarcastically.

She knew she would deal with this, gripping the key she held in her hand as to release the stress. A flashback played in her head, It was Jade giving her the key and smiling confidently. “Yeah, for you. Because people eventually wake up from their slumber. “ 

Sunday lifted his head to look at her, It was this line again. That line that drew him into her, It was magnificent. His eyes flickered some light before he pursed his lips. “I see, But aren't you missing something, Miss Stelle? I'm not asleep, I'm yet to be punished.” he exhaled. 

She arched an eyebrow “I suppose I have nothing to say to this but, I feel like this whole time you were punishing yourself.” Her eyebrows furrowed when she remembered his good intentions but wrong ideals, He was trapped by reality and indulged in fantasy of his own. A world with no pain but no gain, It was not ideal but a life skip. Yet, She knew he was harsh on himself more than anyone. “I'm here to free you from the shackles, from yourself. I want to offer you a new perspective of life.”

“Please, don't continue.” he dismissed it immediately. “My pride doesn't need further shattering, I know where I belong. “

“Are you saying you belong to jail?” she remarked jokingly as she placed her both hands on her waist. 

“No, I belong to nowhere.” His answer came out blunt. if one can imagine what his answer would look like. It would be this kid who cries alone in darkness and tries to thrive, he thought that being exposed to darkness made him strong but it was eating him alive. 

Stelle sighed and walked even closer to him, she leaned till their faces were close, He felt her breath on his lips and gasped. “If you belong to nowhere then I belong to the trash can.” her smile was cheeky but genuine. 

“Trash can?” He looked confused but soon exhaled “Miss Stelle, I'm not joking.”

“I'm not joking either. ” she confirmed. 

“W-what?” Sunday looked more puzzled at this confirmation. 

Stelle dipped her hand in her pocket, took her phone out and searched in her gallery. Photos of her silly moments with her trash can romance “Here.” she switched the screen for him to see. 

Sunday smiled awkwardly and blinked twice “Uhh I see… “

“I’m really sad that I couldn't take a video of these trash cans I saw moving in my dream! Ugh…they even had muscles!!” she pulled the phone back to her and let it sleep in her pocket again. What a weird way to make an impression in jail. 

Silence. It was very awkward between the two, Stelle felt awkward to change the topic. And Sunday felt awkward to ask any more questions. 

Once again she gripped the key in her other hand but it felt wrong to unlock these shackles without breaking his mental shackles to dust. It wasn't going to be easy but it was worth the shot. “I don't know what happened to you in the past but… everyone deserves second chances you know?”

Sunday sighed and looked away “Yeah, but I don’t think it works on me. I have fought you guys twice, used Sterallon to make you all indulge in endless dreams…If it weren’t for your dedication as a group. You would have…” He didn’t continue, looking at his hand as he shut his eyes.

“You have a point.” Stelle eyed the broken criminal, she knew he needed to let everything out somehow in order to let new views in. “Sometimes, all we need is to have someone who would correct us when we are wrong.”

“You don’t understand!” he gripped his fists.

“Indeed. That’s why I want you to tell me more so I can.” Stelle touched his chin and looked at him firmly in the eyes.

“Y-You…” His eyes snapped open. It took him off guard and he had the face of a small child, his eyes were desperate for tears but he fought them. No he can’t be pathetic more than this, What is this? He is used to caring for others, but when someone cares for him it feels weird and new. Yet he scowled at how he doesn’t deserve it. “Why….Why do you care so much about me? I don’t deserve it! Can’t you see…I should have died! Beheaded! Gone for good…I’m a traitor, I'm a criminal! Why would good people like you want to free someone like me!? Please, leave me alone.” His voice echoed in the cell, Stelle noticed how shrouded and alone Sunday was inside. What can she say now? It’s not easy or can be fixed in one click overnight for him. She knew but part of her refused to let this little lonely charmony dove to be left behind. 

“I understand that I can’t do much but listen…” She breathed out softly “Your intention all this time was pure and potent, You wanted to protect everyone right? When you knew you couldn’t make everyone happy…you,” They were already close, she bent a little and hugged him. “Please? Why are you denying your own happiness like that…If you look at it, You stopped eating sweets, you stopped having fun yet you anticipated fun for others, comfort and well being. It’s not fair for you, isn’t it?” 

A blush creeped on Sunday’s face. He wasn’t prepared for that, nor he said all of this to earn this. Those were his honest feelings about himself. No, he wasn’t hugged by anyone but his sister. “Miss Stelle…Can you…let go?”

“No.” She tightened her embrace around him.

What a situation. He can’t push her away even if he wanted to. His heart hammered in his chest, like someone playing the piano at a fast pace. 

Have I really given up on my own happiness that I became so difficult? Is it okay for me to accept genuine kindness? Jade said my sister asked for this, And now Stelle, Maybe she is right. If that’s Robin’s wish for me I...

Rattling of chains occupied the cell for a brief moment as he reached out to embrace her back. It’s okay, it was always okay but he denied it. Hot tears betrayed his golden eyes, He silently sobbed in her hug. Can he really find his way again? Can he really be forgiven? It didn’t matter to him anymore. He shivered and squeezed her closer, He whimpered as loud as he could. Like he used to before he grew up, Before he forced himself to grow up.

Stelle smiled as she softly ran her fingers in his hair. Now, she can surely unlock those chains after he cries. At least he would look cute. Would he pout or look away? All seemed wholesome and adorable to Stelle, but as for now he needs his moment.

He is free now, he doesn’t need to hold meetings, Investigate, or even think about others’ lives anymore. His life ahead of him is now his and his only. He can spread his wings and fly, wherever it will take him, He shall be okay.

Author's note: This fiction is based on 2.3 hsr story, I just happened to get fascinated by such scene that I wrote it, enjoy (✿❛◡❛)

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Já: Buď pozdraven, pane můj. Přicházím zvěstovati smutné zprávy, neb všechny mé orgány opustily v noci tělo mé, a nemohu za kuropění do roboty vstáti. Snažně tě prosím, neztrať o mně dobré mínění - to Ďábel usadil se v těle mém, a já nepřeji si než opět z lože chorého vstáti a na poli tvém pracovati

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Mood.

Self explanatory

Sometimes I remember I drew this and I go,,, yeah that’s a good Shen Jiu

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He aged up in RF5 to extremely handsome only to realize how shit that game is. So he packed up his five plums and left for Mistria 🫡

played up to spring 4 of fields of mistria here's my review

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Babe, wake up, new xianxia Florian x Luna AU fic idea dropped

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FIRE EMBLEM??? IN MY OTOME GAME??? AHEM.

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Heaven Official's Blessing donghua → Four Famous Tales and Four Great Calamities 🦋

Four Famous Tales:

The Crown Prince Who Pleased The Gods

The Young Lord Who Poured Wine

The General Who Broke His Sword

The Princess Who Slit Her Throat

Four Great Calamities:

Crimson Rain Sought Flower

Night-Touring Green Lantern

Ship-Sinking Black Water

White-Clothed Calamity

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Brothers Shi

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Guilty as charged.

Explain the objective of romance/otome games without using the words otome or romance.

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damn, you have to ASK him to go easy on you so you are able to walk afterwards? I thought he was more on a sweet side, guess not

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I don’t know why this was surprising, but it was.

(Lou’s art is from the consort profile currently posted on the Japanese server for the 6.5 anniversary)

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[Translation] 9 R.I.P. - Seiya Heavenly Ending After Story

Source: 9 R.I.P. Stella Set Special Bonus Booklet Note: Major Spoilers for Seiya's Heavenly End below.

Lovers' New Life - Seiya Heavenly End After Story

Some time had gone by since she had become an employee at H.O.—.

Today we had come out on a trip to the hot springs, our first major milestone event after becoming lovers.

.....Hmph. This inn’s atmosphere is well enough, I suppose. More importantly, as for the open-air bath attached to our room.....

As I opened the sliding door with a clatter, there it was, along with the most picturesque of views.

‘On the whole, it is just like the photos on the website.....or so it would appear.’

After spending some moments gazing at the bathing area, Misa-san spoke up, having come to stand beside me.

‘Uwah-, so you really did choose a room with a hot spring!’

‘Of course I did. It would have been meaningless for us to have come here otherwise.’

‘.....Y-You really want us to go in there together?’

  ‘I do indeed. I won’t accept any objections, so make sure you’re prepared.’

‘Uugh....’

Seeing her head droop, there was a stabbing pain in my chest.

Why was she so reluctant? I could understand her feeling embarrassed, but her disliking the idea so much was something of a shock.

‘Misa-san, I’m sure I must be mistaken but.....you would not, perhaps, have had a change of heart?’

‘By “a change of heart”, you mean, in how I feel about you, Seiya-san?’

When I nodded, she gave a small laugh.

‘That’s not possible.’

‘Is that so? Then I am at ease.’

‘But, why would you ask that all of a sudden.....?’

‘Because you seem to have an aversion to bathing with me. I was just wondering if you no longer liked me.’

‘That’s not it at all! It’s just that, um.....never mind.’

‘Stop right there.’

As she tried to make a run for it, I pulled her into a firm embrace, not letting go.

‘-.....’

‘Is there something about me that displeases you?’

‘It’s not that.....i-it’s just, it’ll be my first time.....’

‘Your “first time”-?’

‘Going into a hot spring with a man…..or rather, um….. it’ll be my first time being intimate with someone…..’

‘———’

Her figure, her words, everything about her caused a heat to surge up within me.

 .....Ah, how irresistibly adorable. A part of me wanted to keep watching her get so flustered over me but.....

‘In that case, would I be correct in saying that you don’t necessarily dislike me?’

Seeing her give a shy nod in answer to my question, I felt an overwhelming tenderness and lost all restraint—just like that I put my hands to her clothes.

‘Wha- S-Seiya-san.....!?’

‘At this rate, even if we were to go take a look around at the tourist spots, or go out to dine, you’d just be restless thinking about the hot spring, wouldn’t you?’

‘B-But-we only just got here—Mnn-’

Stopping up her next words with a kiss, I took my time stripping her of her clothing—.....

* * *

In fact, we ended up not having the time to take in the scenery.

I was absorbed in touching her, caressing her skin, watching her react in embarrassment.....

‘-.....Seiya-san, I feel like I might faint.’

‘Fufu-, and why would that be?’

‘Sheesh, you’re so mean.’

Although in the past, I had never once taken time off to enjoy myself like this—

Now that Misa had come into my life, that had all completely changed.

From now on I wanted to keep enjoying that change in myself, together with Misa-san.

Forever, for all eternity.....

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Inktober Day 3 danmei edition: (First) Kiss

ft 🪭beefleaf my beloved- one of the many ships I should pay a bit more attention to...

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“My body, my choice” only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.

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Imagine that Barbatos comes home one day, after a long day of work, to find a steaming cup of a variety of tea from the human world, imbued with a well-known magic so it does not lose its heat. And the next day another cup with a different variety, and another the next. With a smile, he drinks it every day.

Clearly the one responsible for this is Mc, Who else would dare to enter his bedroom without permission? So he decides to return the favor by leaving a cup of his best tea in their bedroom.

And Mc gives it back, and Barbatos does it back every time. Escalating this to a game where both of them prepare tea for the other at every "difficult" moment: after an exam, after a tiring day at work… each time adding something new, a note with drawings and sweet words, or some homemade cookies, or a pressed flower…

In this way, they comfort each other day by day without saying a word. This means a lot, especially to Barbatos, since he can't spend as much time with Mc as he would like, and despite that, the human always finds a way to show him that he is important to them.

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Barbatos: *struggles to comprehend how his beloved human, with just a gentle touch and a simple gaze, could so effortlessly stir such strong emotions within him. Now, he's finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on his work and wishes for the day to end as soon as possible*

Lucifer and Diavolo: ...

Lucifer: Isn't he supposed to be on his honeymoon?

Diavolo: I don't know. He insisted to work today.

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: You're making him miserable.

Diavolo: ...

Diavolo: *chuckles* I'm honestly bitter about the fact that the MC chose him. So, let me at least amuse myself.

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: And I'm guessing you asked MC to make things even more difficult for him.

Diavolo: I only asked them to be extremely gentle with Barbatos before he left for work.

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: You demon.

Diavolo: *laughs*