#I remember when I got my first Ki figure

[uravichii]

"best friends who kiss?"

character/s: bakugo katsuki

summary: recently, your best friend has been kissing you at random times. you have no idea why because he refuses to talk about it. either way, you're not about to let this to ruin your precious friendship.

genre & trope: fluff, best friends to lovers, angry confessions, reader is terrified of love but bakugo wants them so bad 😁, tw kind of ooc bakugo

a/n: i've been watching a lot of pride & prejudice and bridgerton scenes n i'm now obsessed angry confessions 🤩 + this is heavily inspired by that scene in little women :) ALSO i haven't posted in a year 😟 so pls be nice ik my writing's rusty in this :'D

the first time bakugou katsuki kissed you, he pretended he never did.

"what... " you brush your fingers against your bottom lip, your whole face hot. "what the hell was that for?"

"what?" bakugo shrugs, feigning innocence as he takes a swig of his soda.

you try and trace back the events that could have led to the kiss.

you said something along the lines of: "i wish i had a boyfriend. i could definitely pull a cute guy off the street."

then you heard him scoff and say: "no man's sane enough to put up with your insufferable ass." ーor something more insulting than that.

you can't remember what you said in response, and you rack your brain to figure out what prompted him to grab your face and kiss you. it's impossible when all you can think about is the unexpected supple feel of his lips, its faint ghost still lingering on yours.

"that kiss, katsuki! you violated my mouth!"

"dunno what you're talking about. you hit your head or something?"

you blink and second-guess yourself for a second.

"okay, no. you're not gonna gaslight your way out of this." you swat his arm, earning an irked glare from him. "why the hell did you kiss me?"

"you're imagining things, idiot. this stupid game's givin' ya some serious brain damage for sure."

he stands up and swings his bag over his shoulder.

"where are you going? we're not done yetー!"

and he's out of the door.

was he drunk off his soda? maybe he kissed you to mess with your head. he's not that cruel though, you think. maybe he couldn't think of any other way to shut you upー that was something he always struggled with after all.

at least the second time bakugo katsuki kissed you, he was kind enough to warn you.

after enduring the most awkward hour-long study session with him, you decide to put an end to your agony by wrapping it up. you start gathering your things when he stops you with a calloused hand on your wrist.

"what?" you turn to him, your cheeks already heating up from his touch.

there are no thoughts you could read behind those vermillion eyes, and all of a sudden, you don't know your best friend very well anymore.

he walks some tentative steps closer to you until the back of your knees hit the table. he cradles your jaw with such delicacy you didn't even know he was capable of. he slips past your awaiting lips and presses his nose on the side of your head, his warm breath kissing your flushed skin.

"punch me in the face and scram if you don't want this, got it?"

you gulp and forget to answer if not for the gentle squeeze on your wrist. "y/n, you got it?"

"s-sure."

when you two kiss, it's different from last time. it's unhurried, curious, and so intoxicating. the kiss speaks: 'i want you. i want you. i want you' but whose thoughts are these?

he groans into your lips as if to urge you to keep up with the sheer hungriness that has consumed him. you try your best to do so as he deepens the kiss with a palm on the back of your head and practically drinks you in. he doesn't pull away until he hears the tiny whine that escapes you.

"shit, sorry." he mutters, avoiding your stunned gaze.

"t's okay."

"did i hurt you?" the quiet lilt of his voice surprises you.

"no, no. i'm okay, but why'd you kiー"

"bye." he blurts out as he turns to the door and leaves, as if he didn't just invaded your mouth and permanently tainted the years of friendship you two have had. you click your tongue as the heat subsides in your cheeks.

"son of a bitch."

the third time bakugo katsuki kissed you, you let him, and he didn't stop.

you had barely escaped death when you lost your footing while sparring with todoroki. naturally, bakugo yelled the poor guy's ear off and would have murdered him if eraserhead hadn't interfered at the last second.

now, you find yourself heaving in your bed. you don't know whether your hastened pulse is from the adrenaline rush or from the fact that bakugo is all over you right now.

he's planting feather-light kisses all over youー your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your eyelids, your hands, and your wrist, as panicked murmurs spill out of him in between kisses. 'you scared the hell out of me. you have no idea, fuck. are you okay? are you really okay? tell me you're okay, y/n.'

"i'm okayー" you barely manage to gasp before he dips his lips into yours, desperate and frantic. tremulous hands find solace in your hips as he holds you, gentle enough not to mar your injuries but snug enough to assure his restless heart that you are safe.

your head feels hazy. your limbs ache and lie motionless, and though your lips could barely move to reciprocate his kisses as much as you wanted to, bakugo didn't stop. you tried to ask him about it the next morning, but of course, he ignored you and walked away.

you don't know when he stopped kissing you that night. all you know is that there was a line that was crossed, and your friendship was never going to be the same again.

bakugo katsuki is going to kiss you again. your heart thrums incessantly. whether it's dread or anticipationー you don't know.

you think about the sensation of his lips that's become so familiar to you that you've learned to crave it. it shouldn't be familiar to you, and you sure as hell shouldn't want it. so you do what you think is necessary.

you kick him in the shin.

"motherfー!" sure enough, he's pissed. "what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"i was going toー"

"no! you're not gonna kiss me again and walk away and pretend it never happened. you're messing with my head, katsuki! it's not funny!"

"wasn't trying to be funny!" he barks back.

"okay, so what exactly are you trying to do? what is this? i meanー" you stammer, struggling to find the words. "katsuki, what are we?"

he sighs and shifts his stance, his discomfort apparent. when the silence lingers on for too long, you speak.

"well, whatever it is that you want from me, we're going to stay friends. nothing more, nothing less. that's it." your breath hitches, and you don't know why you feel like crying as you speak. "... so i don't want your stinky mouth anywhere on me again."

silence weighs heavily between you. sometimes you wish you didn't know him too well, then the hurt he veils in his eyes wouldn't be so plain and vivid to you, and you would have walked away by now without an ounce of remorse.

"i like you, y/n." is all he could say when he finally speaks.

you shake your head. "no, you're just confused."

"i'm not confused. i like you."

"katsuki, you've been bitchless all your life, and i'm just the closest thing to a s/o. maybe go take a walk or something."

"i like you." he persists. "i've liked your stupid ass forー"

"stop saying that. you don't."

"i do, and you like me tooー"

"what?!" you laugh incredulously.

'who does this dumbass think he is?' is he right? surely, he's not. then what are you so afraid of in the first place? why have you been counting down the days until he kisses you again? why do you yearn for his touch as if it's something you own? why do you feel so infuriated and so tormented when he leaves the room after kissing you?

you do what is necessary again.

"you're delusional!" you yell at his face, a childish shrill that's awfully familiar to your childhood best friend.

"jesus christ." he inhales sharply in frustration. "you're a fucking pussy, y/n."

you clench your jaw and match his glare. anger surges in your chest and bleeds into your voice.

"i'm not the one who chickens out after kissing their best friend! you can't even acknowledge the fact that you kissed me because you'reー!"

"do you think i want to chicken out? why do you think i run away after kissing you?! if i stayed and confessed all this shit the first time, you would've refused to hear it like the damn coward you are!" he leans close to you, his voice lowering into a ragged snarl that quickens your pulse. "and you're just proving it right now, y/n. you're always going to shut this down and deny your feelings because you're a fucking pussy. you're terrified of relationships, and it's dumbest shit ever. pathetic, really."

you rear back from his words. if anything, you always thought it was katsuki who was afraid of love. now, you can't help but feel small and vulnerable underneath his searing gaze.

"it's not dumb..." you shuffle uncomfortably. "what, i'm supposed to ruin our friendship for a relationship that we're going to break off anyway?"

"we're not going to break it off."

"how do you know that?"

"because i'll be the best goddamn boyfriend in the world!"

"first of all, gross." you scoff. "second of all, it's never gonna work out! you're going to get sick of me in three days max."

"i've known you since we were brats, and i still want you."

"you literally said no man's sane enough to put up with my obnoxious ass."

he smirks. "i said 'insufferable ass'."

"katsuki!" you fight the urge to strangle him and punch that stupid smile off his face.

"wasn't even serious that time." he grimaces and reluctantly continues. "you know damn well you can pull any guy you want, and he'd be the luckiest bastard on earth."

if it were any other day, you'd grin at him and say 'i told you so,' but your lips remain unmoved, and your eyes stay dim. you're afraid you'll never go back to being the same katsuki and y/n again.

"this is pointless, katsuki. i mean, look! we're already fighting." you grouch and tell yourself you don't want this. "i still don't want us to happen so while this friendship is still salvable, let's agree to stay friends, and whatever sappy shit you feel for meー suck it up."

in one swift motion, he closes the distance between you, his face hovering dangerously over yours.

"suck it up?" he breathes, his face taut in frustration. "restraining myself from you is the hardest shit i've ever had to do. it takes everything in me not to kiss your stupid face!"

he shudders, weakly resting his forehead against yours as if this conversation alone has exhausted him. still, he goes on.

"and everytime i failedー everytime i kissed those lips, it was... a moment of weakness, but that's the fucking problemー you're just..." he buries his face into the crook of your neck, a desperate attempt to escape your wide-eyed gaze. "i'm weak for you, y/n. every second. and it drives me fucking insane that you keep running away from me."

he rises to meet your eyes again. the cadence of his voice changes into something weak and desperate, stripped of all the pride and anger he's ever known.

"i love youー fuck. i love you." he lets the words hang in the air, letting the words hear itself spoken because for once, you're not stopping him. "i love you, so please... let me."

after much thought and another agonizing minute of silence, you lean in to kiss bakugo katsuki.

he kisses back almost instantly and revels in the way you wrap your arms around his neck and bear your weight on him completely. he kisses back ardently, his pent-up desires and years of longing etched in the way he seeks your lips, kiss after kiss after kiss.

when you finally pull away, you're met with a devilish smirk, his begging eyes long gone. you wonder to yourself when you'll see those eyes again.

"took ya long enough." he kisses you again. he raises a brow at the way you're caging him in your arms. "jesus, no one's gonna snatch me from you."

"i'm making sure you don't run away again, dumbass."

"i won't." he says earnestly as he props his forehead against yours. "and you won't either. i'll make sure of that."

you nod your head with a giddy smile as he pecks your lips again.

"so..." you say as you exaggerate a pensive look, a cheeky grin spreading across your face. "we're best friends who occasionally kiss?"

he rolls his eyes. "you're impossible."

"recite that speech again, and i'll consider calling you my boyfriend."

"fuck off!"

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[oomisluvr]

(new!) domestic sakusa strikes again!

a/n: im so in love with the idea of kiyoomi meeting ur friends!! and them all getting along!! a short drabble, roughly 600 words. this takes place in the early stages of the relationship :')

An apartment full of five drunk girls is much louder than what Kiyoomi expected, but at least he knows he’s got the right address.

Three raps on the door activate a chorus of shrieks, and a flurry of footsteps rush for the door.

It swings open with a loud smack.

It’s your friend, the one from college with the dyed hair and smiley piercing. Kiyoomi rushes to introduce himself as your boyfriend, bowing lowly as a sign of respect to one of your closest friends. He recognises her from the pictures on your Instagram.

On the way up, he realizes she left, having opened the door and ran off to do god knows what. He blinks.

Should he… come in? Is that allowed? He’s still bent at a 45 degree angle. 

He figures it’s fine, and steps inside.

Rounding the corner, he almost laughs when he sees you, crisscrossed on the living room rug, scarfing down a large McDonald’s fry like it’s your first meal in months. He sees where your friend ran off to, having joined the rest of you all in a gossiping ring. He pretends like he can’t see up your mini skirt. 

“Hi.” He grins, boyish and cute and a little bit shy. His hair is still damp from his nightly shower, wet curls bouncing in his face making him look a few years younger. He clears his throat and waves awkwardly, “I’m Kiyoomi. It’s nice to meet you all. Thank you for taking care of–”

“Ki!” You cheer, eyes lit up in excitement. You pat the spot next to you with three heavy smacks, “What are you doing here? Come sit!” 

Looking to your friend for permission to further enter her home, he kicks off his shoes and settles next to you on the rug. He kisses your forehead in greeting. You feed him a fry as thanks. Your friends coo at the interaction.

“I’m here to take you home.” He wipes a glob of ketchup from your chin. You’re gonna hear all about this tomorrow. “Ready to go?”

“Can’t I finish my food first?” You haven’t been able to stop giggling since he got here. You’re genuinely so fucking happy to see him. His Naruto themed socks make you giggle harder.

“Of course.” He confirms, adjusting the throw blanket to cover your toes, “Tell me about your night.”

“Oh my god!” Your other friend squeals, smacking the arm of the girl to her left. She’s the one that works in accounting, he thinks. You two get brunch every other Sunday, if he’s remembering correctly. “Tell him about the fucking bartender!”

All five of you double over in laughter, screaming half-finished sentences and pointing fingers at one another. Kiyoomi shakes his head in amusement, does he even want to know?

You all continue trading off stories and perspectives, and Kiyoomi feels like he’s watching a reality television show. Your nights out are much more exciting than his. At one point your friend complains about the low water pressure in her kitchen sink, to which Kiyoomi helpfully offers to replace it.

Kiyoomi’s never felt more important, giving a mini-lesson on how to change a water filter to five drunk girls. You all cheer when he flicks the tap on, the full pressure having been returned to the faucet. 

When all’s said and done, you help clean up the food containers and blankets.

“Thank you,” you whisper, fluffing a couch pillow, “For helping her. You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s no problem,” He whispers back, looking around, “Will they be okay by themselves?”

“Oh yeah,” You confirm, “We do this all the time. I’ll probably be back tomorrow morning so we can all get breakfast together.”

He hums in confirmation, “Ready to go then?”

“Yes.” You smile deviously, “But only if you carry me.”

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes, scooping up the heels you had tossed on the floor, “Fine. Only if I get to come to breakfast, too.”

kiyoomi is one of the girlies 💅💅💅

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @somethingclevermahogony!

OC Questionaire

My questions:

What is one embarassing memory from your childhood that you can't shake?

What would you take with you if you were trapped on a desert island for one week?

What is your favorite animal?

Hm, let's do the Outcasts quartet for this one

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1. What is one embarassing memory from your childhood that you can't shake?

Izjik: "Oh spirits, there was this one time back when I was a kid, I'd just started my apprenticeship as a hunter for my enclave, and one of our patrols found a drakeling carcass. Now, that's a pretty big deal - a drakeling will feed the enclave for weeks - and this one was really fresh, as it'd just been killed in the spring rut. So, Dzako - my old mentor - decided it'd be a good thing for me to learn to butcher it. ...Let's just say I didn't listen super well to where he told me the acid glands were. I'm lucky I didn't lose my hands, but damn if everyone wasn't mad at me. A whole week of fresh meat, gone in one mislaid swipe of a cocky teen's knife..."

Sepo: "Ugh, just one? I wasn't the most attentive child, so be it romantic or malevolent attention, I usually didn't notice. There was this one boy - I was maybe eleven at the time - who kept leaving notes in my bag. I'd usually toss them out, but the one I happened to read held a place and time to meet. I asked Saius about it, and he said the other boy probably wanted to hang out because he wished to be friends. I thought that was stupid, but Saius pressured me into going. A day later, I went to this random park, and turned out, it was not a friendly invite. Apparently, according to the other boy, I had 'marred his honor' by implying his sister was a prostitute and then repeatedly ignoring his confrontational notes. To be perfectly honest, I don't remember saying that about his sister, but then again, I might’ve not meant anything by it. Growing up in a high-end brothel tends to warp a child's view of things. Anyways, long story short, the other boy beat my ass. I never let Saius live that one down, even when he shaved the other boy's head in the dead of the night for me."

Twenari: "I mean, I'm twelve, so I have some more childhood to go, but I do remember one incident from when I was very little. I was probably around seven, so before I'd started working for my mother. She and I were on the deck of The Promise and I was showing her the magic I'd been learning. I'd just figured out the ice sigil and I was terribly excited. Excited enough that I ended up freezing her shoes to the deck. Imagine it - the most terrifying smuggler to ever stalk the Janazi Sea, swearing up a storm as her seven-year-old giggles because her mom's shoes are stuck. Yeah, I'm really not surprised my training doubled after that."

Djek: "Gods, this must've been... my first year on the street? No, my second, cause I'd had some teeth knocked out by then. I was out hunting rats with my little shiv. Fayuki rats are good eating, I'll have you know. Nice and fat, but as mean as dogs when you have them cornered. I was chasing this really chunky one through the alleyways, and I was super intent. Not only were rats food, but there was this guy I knew who'd buy the pelts off of you for two whole tuec. I chased this thing for almost a quarter mile before it squeezed its fat behind into a building. Of course, I followed it, not realizing that the building it had ran into was a fancy boutique. Yeah, you can imagine. A whole flock of uppity ladies started screaming as I ran out of a storage closet after this massive godsdamned rat. Someone got a hose from somewhere. Don't even know why they had one in the first place, to be honest. They tried to force me out with the cold water, but frankly, that was the first bath I'd had in months, so I didn't mind. It was the dye they threw that was kinda fucked up. I caught the rat in the end, but when I turned in that pelt, it and I were both splashed in a lovely permanent spring green hair dye. The kids on the street called my Greenie for months."

2. What would you take with you if you were trapped on a desert island for one week?

Izjik: "My washava. It's a weapon and a tool, great for hunting and trapping. It's been a trusty companion of mine for many shitty situations."

Sepo: "Only a week? Some books. I can drink seawater and fish for food in my siren form, so if survival is no issue, I'd love a quiet week to catch up on my reading."

Twenari: "A boat. Then I wouldn't be there for a week. Duh."

Djek: "Cucumbers. I think those count as food and water, so I bet I could survive off those for a week."

3. What is your favorite animal?

Izjik: "I like a lot of animals, but probably leopard seals are my favorite. Twenari told me about them and I'd love to see one in real life!"

Sepo: "Landhorse, but just her though. All other horses can get fucked."

Twenari: "This is going to sound stupid, but seagulls. They're so fun to watch fly and play, and if you see one over open ocean, that means land is close by, which is always welcome indeed."

Djek: "Pine martins. You ever seen one of those little bastards? They're just so damn cute!"

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I'll tag @mk-writes-stuff @tryingtowritestuff24 @sergeantnarwhalwrites @bunnymermaidwrites and anyone else who wants in :)

Your questions are:

1. What is (or would be) your favorite subject in school?

2. Have you ever played a prank on someone?

3. If you could swap bodies with anyone you know for a day, who would it be?

[ithoughticouldwrite]

Can we get Larissa and Marilyn relationship headcanons, please, if no one has asked already?

Maybe how it started and other general relationship stuff?

Note: Going to preface this with the fact that I don’t ship this, however, I do enjoy the ship. Small difference. This doesn’t mean don’t ask me about it though!

And this will likely go more into au territory as, in my opinion, it wouldn’t work that well within the canon of the show unless quite a few things changed. Now that I’ve said all of that, let’s get into it.

Larissa Weems x Marilyn Thornhill Headcanons/ Rambles (w/ spoilers)

Larissa hired Marilyn at first just as an attempt to foster good relationships between outcasts and normies, Nevermore Academy and Jericho. Marilyn would’ve known this.

As the principal Larissa wouldn’t be able to just ignore Marilyn like the rest of the faculty appears to do, so all of the beginning interactions are pretty forced.

One hell of a slowburn. Oh my gods. This is not a relationship that just happens. You're here for the long haul or you're not here at all. (I'm probably gonna speed through it tho cause this a hc/ ramble post, not an entire fic lol)

Marilyn just wants Larissa to like her and genuinely accept her. Sure she's accepted as a teacher but again...that's mostly just for other reasons.

They both develop a respect for the other's work ethic and determination over time though and that's...it, for awhile.

It's likely that it's that mutual respect that leads to a somewhat stable friendship.

Somewhat stable friendship leads to more mutual trust, which leads to actual friendship, and in turn leads conversations not work related. Personal subjects. Learning about each other. You know, typical gateway stuff to either being just best friends or one wanting the other to push them against the wall and kis-....nevermind.

Marilyn has these thoughts first, for sure, but it's early and she can tell that these feelings are not reciprocated.

Larissa knows something is up but given that they're friends now, probably best friends, she doesn't pry. It'd feel wrong, and it's not like the feelings are getting in the way of either of their jobs so...eh.

Marilyn feels like she's walking on thin ice and as though as any significant mistake could undo all of the progress made between the two women, and included in that list of potential mistakes is confessing that she thinks she fallen for Larissa. She hasn't at this point it's more of an infatuation but still.

Marilyn's infatuation dies down eventually but it leaves behind genuine love.

Larissa would start to reciprocate this love before realizing that she's getting genuinely close to someone (again) and no matter if we go with her and Gomez, Morticia, or both, she's going to be resistant to the new whatever their relationship is becoming no matter what.

So she distances herself, going back to primarily professional interactions, which makes Marilyn worry she's fucked up. She hasn't but she's worried about it.

When Wednesday shows up they both have to put whatever mess they've got going on off to the side to make sure shit doesn't hit the fan, which fails, but still.

Shit hitting the fan actually pushes them to interact with each other more which, in turn, leads to them having to acknowledge their feelings for each other.

It all comes to a head at the Rave'N when Marilyn asks Larissa if she was excited about hers, and of course Larissa opens up about only remembering disappointment since Gomez chose to ask Morticia to it and not her....and then, y'know, ✨murder✨ happened.

They talk a little bit more and Larissa can almost swear the punch has been spiked, so she asks Marilyn to watch it for a bit while she goes somewhere else in the room to watch the students.

The whole paint revenge happens and of course Larissa is distraught, and everyone goes back to their dorms while she waits for the police and Noble to figure out what happened and why it happened.

Once all of that is figured out she'd go back to her office/room, still upset. (sidenote: I'm convinced that her bedroom is connected to her office).

After Marilyn gets back from everything with Eugene and Wednesday she goes to tell Larissa about what just happened as best she can.

Now Larissa is surprised that anyone came to her office at this time of night, as everyone was undoubtedly still shaken up from the events of the night. She's happy to see Marilyn though, almost happy enough to get up and hug her. She didn't see the other woman at all during the final events of the night and was worried she'd been the monster's next victim.

Professionalism? Yeah that's thrown out the window here as Marilyn decides her paperwork can wait and ,although she'd feel bad for interrupting Larissa doing her own paperwork, it wouldn't stop her from rushing over and hugging the other.

They'd probably hug for so long that Larissa lets Marilyn sit down on her lap just so she can hold her closer, professional relationship be damned.

The stress of the night and the relief of seeing each other would probably make them confess their feelings to each other.

It feels like forever passes before they let go of each other, going to their respective bedrooms, and calling it a night (well after Larissa finishes her paperwork. She ain't letting that go unfinished).

The next day whenever the both of them has a chance, they talk about the night before to figure out if they both meant what they said. If they in Larissa's office, which they probably are, they share a cautious kiss, not actually kissing until they're sure the other is okay with/ wants it.

Larissa does have to work through her own feelings of being in love with a normie, and Marilyn with an outcast, but they work through them both on their own and together.

General Relationship Things

Y'know that picture of one woman straddling the other while doing her makeup? Larissa is on the bottom and Marilyn is straddling her.

Lots of romantic stuff behind closed doors in order to keep a professional appearance on the outside...although they smile more at each other than in other teachers.

They do each other's hair. I'm right and I know it.

Sitting in each other's offices while one does paperwork and such, and the other grades homework.

Matching. Pajamas. Idk why or how but that thought just fit them.

Dates out in Jericho disguised as work meetings with a different atmosphere.

Late night walks together, and definitely some kisses as long as no students are around.

Promise. Rings.

They definitely have those magnetic necklaces that connect with each other to form a heart. I considered bracelets but it'd be much easier to hide a necklace with their outfits.

Larissa listening to Marilyn ramble and infodump about plants.

Marilyn listening to Larissa talk about various famous outcasts throughout history.

They know each other's Weathervane orders in case only one of them has the time to go out to it.

Extra Thoughts

Now there's definitely an area of conflict here, and it's the fact that Marilyn Thornhill is Laurel Gates, an outcast hating bigot. If we roll with that thought, and her plans for Nevermore with Tyler Galpin/the Hyde and Joseph Crackstone, who's to say she wouldn't be prepared to betray her own feelings for the beliefs she was raised with? That she wouldn't stab Larissa anyway and push down the guilt, crying before going to target Wednesday and the rest of the kids at the academy?

She could also decide not to go through with her plans after all, after a lot thinking, but still kill Noble Walker as he was about to uncover her secrets anyway. Sure the prophecy can't happen is Wednesday isn't there, but it also can't happen if Marilyn decides that she doesn't want to do it. Tyler wouldn't be able to force her to do anything either as he's under her control.

I don't think she'd come clean to Larissa about anything either, choosing to keep everything in the dark. It'd be easier that way.

Although let's say Laurel Gates is someone that Marilyn is working with instead. Under this idea Tyler could be a Nevermore student (if Hyde's aren't banned, obviously) and Marilyn unlocked him for his own safety, and she could've simply been manipulated into helping with the plan. Marilyn subtly outs her for this, leaving evidence where Wednesday can obviously find it and put things together.

Would all that information coming to light hurt Marilyn's relationship with Larissa? Without a doubt, however, since Marilyn was manipulated into things I can see them going to therapy about it separately and together until they've moved past it. Larissa would also pull some strings so Tyler is expelled for murdering people, as a favor to Marilyn and for Tyler's late mother, regardless of whether or not she knew her personally.

I wrote this all in one go. No editing.

Thanks for ask anon!

[songbirdseung]

forgetful / nishimura riki

Ni-Ki and Y/N first met at a local dance studio. Y/N was practicing her choreography for an upcoming showcase, and Ni-Ki happened to be rehearsing nearby. His eyes were drawn to her graceful movements, and he couldn't help but approach her during a break. They struck up a conversation, sharing their love for dance and the dreams they held in their hearts.

As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, their bond grew stronger. They would spend countless hours together, perfecting their dance routines, exploring new cafes, and having heart-to-heart conversations under the moonlight. Ni-Ki's playful teasing and Y/N's caring nature created a beautiful synergy that made their friendship truly unique.

The night was clear, and the stars shimmered in the ink-black sky as Ni-Ki and Y/N sat on a cozy blanket spread out on the grassy hillside. The soft glow of the moon bathed them in its silvery light, creating an enchanting atmosphere. They had come to this spot, their secret hideaway, whenever they needed a break from the bustling city.

Ni-Ki, with his mischievous smile, plucked a blade of grass and twirled it between his fingers. "You know," he said, his eyes sparkling, "I've always wondered if there's life on other planets. What if aliens are watching us right now, trying to figure out what we're up to?"

Y/N chuckled at his playful imagination. "You and your wild theories, Ni-Ki. But you might be onto something. Who knows what's out there in the universe?" She gazed up at the stars, her tone turning thoughtful. "Sometimes, looking at the night sky makes me feel so small, like I'm just a tiny speck in this vast cosmos."

Ni-Ki turned his head to look at Y/N, his teasing expression giving way to a more serious one. "You're not small, Y/N," he said softly. "You're like a shining star in my life, always guiding me with your warmth and kindness."

Y/N blushed, feeling her heart skip a beat. Ni-Ki had a way of saying the sweetest things when she least expected it. "You have a way with words, Ni-Ki," she replied, her voice filled with affection. "But you're my guiding star too, you know. You light up my life in so many ways."

They fell into a comfortable silence, their hearts speaking the words they couldn't articulate. The moon continued its journey across the night sky, casting long shadows around them.

Ni-Ki leaned closer to Y/N, their shoulders touching. "You remember the first time we came here?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N nodded, her eyes twinkling with nostalgia. "Of course, I do. It was that warm summer night when we talked for hours about our dreams, our fears, and everything in between. I felt like I had known you forever."

Ni-Ki grinned, a playful glint returning to his eyes. "And you told me your secret recipe for the perfect cup of hot chocolate, remember?"

Y/N laughed, a melodious sound that echoed in the night. "Yes, I did! And you promised you'd never share it with anyone else."

Ni-Ki reached into his backpack and pulled out a thermos. "Well, tonight, I've got a surprise for you," he said, pouring steaming hot chocolate into two mugs. "I've been practicing that secret recipe, and I think I've finally mastered it."

Y/N accepted the mug with a delighted smile. "You really went the extra mile for our moonlight rendezvous, didn't you?"

Ni-Ki clinked his mug against Y/N's. "Only the best for you," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity.

As they sipped their hot chocolate, they continued to talk about their dreams and aspirations, their fears and insecurities. The moon watched over them like a silent guardian, and the night seemed to stretch on forever.

It wasn't long before Ni-Ki shared his secret dream with Y/N. He had been secretly auditioning for HYBE and for the show I-Land, and to his surprise, he had been accepted. Y/N was thrilled for him, her heart swelling with pride. She knew he had the talent and charisma to succeed, and she vowed to support him through every step of his journey.

The early days of Ni-Ki's career were filled with excitement and uncertainty. Y/N was his biggest cheerleader, attending every local performance and fan meeting. Even as Ni-Ki's fame grew, he always found time for Y/N, making her feel like the most important person in his life.

Their relationship deepened as they shared more significant moments. They celebrated birthdays, anniversaries, and even created their own special holidays. Their love blossomed, although it remained platonic, as they both cherished the strong friendship they had built.

However, as ENHYPEN's popularity skyrocketed, Ni-Ki's life became a whirlwind of schedules, rehearsals, and interviews. The demands of his idol career were intense, and he was often left with little time for himself, let alone Y/N. She understood the sacrifices he had to make and tried her best to be patient.

But as the months passed, Y/N couldn't help but feel a growing void in their friendship. Ni-Ki's once-frequent calls and texts became sporadic. He missed important dates, forgetting the anniversary of the day they first met and even her birthday. Each missed connection stung Y/N's heart, and she found herself questioning where she stood in Ni-Ki's life.

One evening, Y/N decided to surprise Ni-Ki at his dorm with a home-cooked meal. She had been planning it for weeks, hoping it would provide a much-needed break from his hectic schedule and a chance to reconnect. However, when she arrived, she was met with an empty and untidy apartment. It was as if Ni-Ki had forgotten about her visit altogether.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she sat alone in the dimly lit room. She realized that Ni-Ki's absence was not just physical but emotional as well. The man she had grown so close to had become a stranger lost in the blinding glare of fame.

Y/N confronted Ni-Ki about her feelings that night, her voice trembling with a mixture of sadness and frustration. She poured her heart out, explaining how his neglect had hurt her deeply. Ni-Ki, overwhelmed by guilt and remorse, apologized profusely. He confessed that the pressures of his idol life had consumed him, leaving him with little time for anyone else.

"I promise to make it up to you, Y/N," he said, his eyes filled with sincerity. "You mean the world to me, and I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Y/N wanted to believe him, and she desperately clung to the hope that their friendship could be salvaged. They agreed to carve out time for each other, no matter how busy Ni-Ki's schedule became.

For a while, things seemed to improve. They had a few heartwarming moments together, creating new memories and rekindling their connection. Y/N cherished those moments, but deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that their friendship was slipping away.

As the months passed, Ni-Ki's career continued to thrive. He became one of the most sought-after idols in the K-pop industry, and the demands on his time only grew. Despite his best intentions, he found himself missing more of their planned outings, phone calls, and text messages. The promises he had made to Y/N were becoming increasingly difficult to keep.

Y/N, though understanding, was finding it harder to cope. She had poured so much of herself into their friendship, and the pain of constantly feeling left behind was taking a toll on her heart. Late nights were spent scrolling through social media, watching Ni-Ki's career flourish while their friendship faded.

One evening, as Y/N watched an interview with ENHYPEN on television, Ni-Ki mentioned how his fans had become his everything, and he couldn't imagine life without them. Those words hit Y/N like a dagger to the heart. She realized that the gap between her and Ni-Ki had grown wider than she had ever imagined.

The final straw came on a day that held special significance for both of them – the anniversary of the day they first met. Y/N had planned a surprise dinner for Ni-Ki, hoping to recreate the magic of their early days. She had decorated their favorite café with fairy lights and candles, and she waited eagerly for his arrival.

Hours passed, and Ni-Ki never showed up. Y/N's heart sank as she stared at the untouched meal she had prepared with so much love. She sent Ni-Ki a text, tears streaming down her face, asking if he had forgotten their special day. His response came hours later, a mere apology and an excuse about a last-minute schedule change.

Y/N couldn't take it anymore. She realized that the friendship she had cherished so deeply had become a one-sided effort. It was breaking her heart, and she couldn't continue down this path of unreciprocated love and friendship.

With a heavy heart, Y/N decided to distance herself from Ni-Ki. She knew it would be painful, but she needed to protect her own well-being and find happiness outside the shadow of his stardom.

[strawbrrycuteblog]

I wanna try to be as nice as I can because I am not a mean person but when it comes to protecting Enhypen I can be.

write whatever you want okay? no one is stopping you and that's the problem. you have no one in real life who knows what ur doing and what you are doing is writing porn about a child (child pornography). typically people see child pornography as something that is only videoed but many versions of it just fly past people.

oh, but Ni-ki isn't a child? yes, he is. In South Korea, the age people are classified as adults is the age 19. now I want you to think about what you are doing (writing child porn) and start to think about the consequences that may occur when you have fully matured.

your account is all over Tumblr because people are being warned about you. Is this really how you want to grow your account as a writer? I know that I would want to be known for doing something that has my name going around Tumblr for a good Ni-ki fic that included no sexual references. even big writers like @jaylaxies are putting your name out there.

I would like you to answer this on your account so I can know why you do this and what good this really brings to you.

regardless of everything I wish you a great holiday.

from @rikiluvly.

………I’m gonna be so honest I don’t know how to respond to this. Okay well first I don’t really gain anything from this I guess?? The last time I looked up legal age in Korea it said eighteen so I didn’t see a thing wrong with writing about him. The whole part where you said, you’re is all over tumblr because people are being warned about you. Is this really how you want to grow your account as a writer? And the rest with the jaylaxies putting my name out there.

That actually kinda changes my point of view on this whole thing because no that’s not how I want my account to grow as a writer if it’s people being warned about what I write. I started to write about it because I got an ask and I was curious to see if I could do good at it and then posted it.

I honestly didn’t think more than five people would see it since my other posts didn’t do well and I don’t genuinely like to write I mostly just read and jaylaxies was in my top three for that. I’m now regretting this because I feel bad and I wanna cry, it didn’t bring me any good and doesn’t satisfy me honestly because I just don’t like writing but I’ll be honest if felt good to get sooo many notifications and so on so forth.

I see that this is wrong and I understand I won’t be writing for Niki anymore probably for a while because I would rather not have an account than have one and it’s only people warning others about me.

I see where you’re coming from I’m guessing I should delete the posts and not write for him ever again, which I’m fine with but should I delete the whole account? I wouldn’t want to make anymore people uncomfortable that I already have, I notice now it’s wrong and probably would make Niki uncomfortable.

I don’t know how else to respond to this and I’m so so so so so sorry for what I’ve written. It honestly stung when after I read that and searched for jaylaxies account and nothing came up meaning I was blocked but of course I understand that and everything because I think I’d do the same if I was her.

I don’t want to be seen as a bad person and especially not one who writes child porn. I thought Niki was an adult and legal in both where I live and he as well, clearly not and I was thinking very idiotically, I was being stubborn and a bitch entirely invalidating people’s feelings, I thought if they didn’t wanna see it so bad then block me but then i realized aria blocked me and more than likely reported me to that changed how I saw all of this.

All I know what to do is apologize but lmk if I should delete my account entirely or just the Niki posts because I’m in an emotional frenzy now on two sides.

My original plan for this blog was to not do any nsfw but then i remembered the first Jake one I did and figured it was an oh well thing and did it anyways, I wasn’t entirely by myself comfortable writing smut for any of the members because I’m not that good with sexual stuff as it would usually make uncomfy from past experiences I’m genuinely sorry and regret writing all of what I did.

Edit: I also now am thinking I should say that it shouldn’t have taken you to tell me this for to realize how wrong it was.

[sapphicfandompirate]

PJO Live Reaction Episode 8 Finale Time

Minor spoilers for the books/possible upcoming events

Wait hold a rephrasing of the opening lines by Luke?!?!

Be still my beating heart

Luke and Percy practice scene! Oh the foreshadowing. Yeah Luke. When will Percy ever need to learn how to fight another swordsman? Ok. The rules speech is good.

Percy you impertinent cute little badass.

Fight scene fight scene! Not much to say on fight scenes tbh

C'mon Percy! Control that water! Let's go Son of Poseidon!

First blood! Percy won!

I think that was faster than in the books, but eh

Oh. Ares didn't curse him? But that comes back to bite Percy later doesn't it? Kinda missing out on the curse...

Well they got the helm at least.

Oh? Sudden cute little bungalow? Oh wait. It looks like the Montauk cabin, doesn't it?

Hi Alecto

Poor Annabeth is so out of the loop

Percy does have some manners

I kind of like Alecto tbh

So....how do they get the money for the flight if there's no crowd to feed a sob story to and raise money?

"Zeus will never let you leave alive." "I'm done running from monsters." OOOH Get rekt Zeus. Honestly, the Olympians should be groveling to Percy to not join Kronos

Oh, Annabeth's necklace does have the college ring on it. I think i missed that in a previous episode

Grover. "This could have been an e-mail." Underwood Everybody

Oh so we just magically get to New York? What? How? From California?

Percy is so fucking done with this shit

#letpercysayfuck2k24

Olympus is beautiful tho. I love the gold accented Corinthian columns

Luke comparing demigods to spiders? *Chef's kiss*

*Manifesting bi!Percy and a crush on Luke* I'm Percabeth all the way, but them both having complex feelings for Luke is too good

*One thousand steps later*

Hello Zeus

Oh sweet Percy. Zeus does not want to hear that. He doesn't believe you. He doesn't want to. Wait. He's admitting Kronos even has any power? But...he's continuing this war. Of course he is.

Percy. Zeus doesn't listen to reason....

Oh boy... Percy spitten facts Zeus isn't going to like

Thank you Poseidon! Oh this is good.

Is...is Zeus actually gonna do shit about Kronos? Or just pretend to make himself look good?

Ooh, Father Son meeting time!

Its ok Percy, you'll get better at ancient Greek. And Latin, if I remember right, he's surprisingly good at it for a Greek.

"Do you ever dream about mom?" Just stab me

And back to CHB!

Have I mentioned I like how the have Thalia's tree in the vague shape of a human? Nice touch

Baby Percabeth Hug!

Oh guys. Clarisse didn't steal the bolt

Luke is taking full advantage of this

Oh I don't like this splitting of the party...

Oh no Oh no Oh no

Percy. That's not the oracle line you should be remembering right now

There you go. Worry about the Betrayal line

Oh wait he figured it out

Lame

I mean, the shoes were kind of a giveaway

But still

Oh good. I always wondered why Luke didn't try harder to recruit Percy

Oh ok. Hi Backbiter?

Still not sure how he does that. The sword just, opens doors?

I like how Luke's scar looks more like a tear track than anything else tbh (yes yes, there still a whole discourse about scarred villains. i don't wanna touch that right now. Luke looks good ok?)

Annabeth! Oh that's a fun change

Not sure if it's a good one yet. But interesting

I do like how they changed Luke's betrayal to just after the quest, it feels more like how the prophecies usually play out, that is, all happening within a short time frame rather than months (besides the great prophecies of course)

Y'know, I wonder if we'll get an adaption to Luke's Diary/Demigod files story with Luke, Thalia, and Hal in later seasons? I hope so

I can't wait to see the reactions of all those fans who never read the books and were gushing about Luke and being so sure he was NOT the traitor (Not in a mean way, just in a let chaos reign way)

Chiron is worried about Percy being kidnapped/defecting? Fair

Percy. Yes. You are Very stubborn.

Ah! The proud comment from Chiron!

Dionysus is killing me here

Annabeth looks cute with that hair. Oh her commentary about Disney World is adorable!

Grover got his searcher's license!!!

Oh ok, so Grover is planning to go to sea?

Ok the pact to meet back is cute and all. But uh. Well. I'm not so sure about Grover...

Sally's back! Reunion hugs!

Ok, are we gonna get Gabe's death?

OH wait hold up what

Oh no

What

Hi Kronos? Why do you look like the grim reaper? I thought you were Thanatos for a second...

Oh ok Sally is actually back

Oh, dream journal for Kronos. Kind of smart actually

Percy you adorable little shit

So....no turning Gabe to stone?

Is he gonna be in future seasons?

Divorced?

I want Paul....

I mean, the ending is sweet and all, Percy and Sally are adorable. But...Gabe? Hello? Not gonna tie up that plot?

Oh. Ok. End credits Gabe scene

Oh bitch got the locks changed on him

Good for Sally

Oh! Hello Hermes Express!

Opening someone else's male in a crime gabe

Get fucked

Do I like that it was an accident instead of intentional? I'm...not sure actually

Overall thoughts:

I really liked the finale! Some of the changes made sense, some did not. It feels like a lot happened, pacing was a bit weird. The father son reunion could have gone better, but could have been worse to. Might have been better as two eps but eh. Sally and Annabeth were great, Percy was adorable, I was so scared for him when Zeus nearly killed him. He was really going off tho, good for him I really liked Luke this ep. It was a lot of good set up and foreshadowing. I like that Chiron caught on that well Luke isn't entirely wrong and Percy would be very dangerous if he worked with Kronos.

I really want a season 2. I loved Sea of Monsters, and I'm exited for Tyson! He's one of the best characters. I also really like Clarisse so that will be good. Not to mention Thalia's revival!

I've seen a few comments about how the kids are just figuring everything out, and I kind of agree. I would like to see them bamboozled a bit more like with Clarisse as the thief. I also would have preferred if their disabilities were a bigger part of the story/plot/characterization. It was a big part of the books, and it was why they were written in the first place, so I wish it was touched on more

Overall, there were some good part and some not so good parts. I'm still hoping for a season 2. Hopefully they can tighten up the pacing a bit, and work on some more tension in the plot.

I am so hoping we get all 5 seasons, and maybe more but I doubt it. I really want season 3 and the di Angelo siblings.

Also. Where is my Magnus Chase series????

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Dinner and A Floor Show

My first actual date with Alto Clef, nothing too fancy. Just lasagna, a movie, and... my big fluffy goofball suddenly forgetting how to cat.

Six in the evening, dinner is in the oven, and I'm pacing the floor in my kitchen. Midway between my stove and my refrigerator, and I realize what I forgot to pick up at the shops: a bottle of wine. Probably not a good idea anyway, I do stupid things drunk. Not terminally stupid, challenge 173 to a staring contest dumb stuff, just... really embarrassing once soberish.

My doorbell chimes, too late to think about that now. Clef is here. I wipe my hands on my lemon print apron, and go answer the door. He's on time, impressive. Plus... he seems to have two bouquets, one of white roses for me, and... catnip for my furry junkie. I greet him with a big hug.

While I place the roses in a vase, Clef makes himself at home on my sofa. Liam tries making friends in his usual manner, thumping his hopeful friend in the leg with his fabulous tail until they either tell him off or, more likely, give in and pet him. Clef reaches down, Liam plows his head into his open hand.

"Wow, you're clearly friendly, buddy. How about some ear rubs?" Before long, Liam is purring like a jet engine. Achievement Unlocked: Friend? Friend! I sit down next to them. Never figured Clef for a cat person, but Liam is super friendly.

"Hey, dinner is still in the oven. Yes, I made lasagna. But... I might have forgotten about wine, alas."

"Dr. Clef to the rescue, hope you're okay with chianti. It was the only one I could stand, honestly." He hands me a bottle and I laugh. I recognize the label, it's from Dr. Right's private stash. "Had to cover a shift for that, so I hope it's good." We spend a few minutes talking before the timer goes off. At least... that's how it started. Before long though... well... let's just say we seem to both be into each other. Pretty sure if the timer didn't buzz I'd have burned the lasagna.

I break away to get dinner, and Clef follows me. He's checking out my kitchen, just observing. I plate up dinner, pour two glasses of wine. We take our meal into the living room. I turn on the TV.

"What kind of movie are you in the mood for?" I'm flipping though the streaming services.

"It's been a rough week, I need to ridicule the everloving shit out of something horrible. Even worse than the cafeteria soups."

"Not to worry, Sugarbeard. I know just the director. Two words: Uwe Boll."

"Bring it. Let's start with the House of the Dead."

I put the movie on, and Clef just demolishes every decision the characters made, as well as two plates of lasagna. By the end of the movie, we're both a little tipsy. It's at this point Liam decided to be... silly. First, he got a pretty good dose of catnip. Then... he started with the kitty crack crazies. He zipped around the room, climbing the curtains. Then, lept on top of my bookshelf and knocked off a few plushies. He then stole one of the downed plushies, and began dragging around a Blooper by the tentacle. Blooper was then dropped into Clef's lap, followed by the inevitable crash after a half hour of being chaotic nuts. We're both laughing.

"Not gonna lie, Snowbunny. Liam is hilarious stoned." My crazy housemate is now passed out in the plushie pile, a Yoshi on his head askew. His chin is on Bowser's shell, and before long he's snoring.

We settle in to watch another absolute turkey. Not sure if it was the company or the fact that Uwe Boll can't direct for shit, but I don't remember much about what we wound up watching. I do remember the feel of his hands in my hair, his lips on me. I remember the feeling of absolute peace when we fell asleep on the couch together, him slipping under first. How blissful and serene he looked with his head on my chest, the light from the TV leaving highlights in his golden hair. The way he wrapped his arms around me. The man might have a reputation as the devil, but right now in this moment, he's divine. I press a soft kiss to the crown of his head, then I fall asleep.

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 098

This episode: we talk about Universe 9.... while we still can!

So we’re only a minute or so into the Tournament of Power, and already a bunch of guys have decided to gang up on Goku.  This was something Universe 9 really seemed to want to do back at the Zeno Expo.  They couldn’t defeat Goku one-on-one, and they couldn’t do anything about the Zenos ruling that the losing universes get erased.  But they could make Goku look like the villain of the whole thing, so that no matter what happened, everyone would target Goku and Universe 7 first. 

Which is less strategy and more... spite, really.  Eliminating U7 doesn’t actually save U9, since they still have to survive the other six teams.   It’s sort of like how they plotted to assassinate Frieza a few episodes back.  The big theme with Universe 9 is that they’re craven and desperate, and they’ll do just about anything to win... and then they lose anyway.  I suppose that’s fitting, since the Grand Minister said theirs was the lowest score for average mortal power.  The Zenos were planning to erase eight universes, but if he could only pick one, it would be Universe 9. 

We already know the Danger Trio or whatever they’re called.  Basil does kicks and steroids, Bergamo uses his opponents’ own power to defeat them, and Lavendar has poison, which would be extremely dangerous in a match like this where there’s no way to use an antidote or other healing item. 

But Goku saw all these guys at the Zeno Expo, and he‘s got them all scouted.  He uses a ki barrier to protect himself from Lavender’s poison and goes on the offensive.

The U9 team also has Roselle, one of the handful of fighters with a natural flying ability.  Except he gets shot down by Frieza in this episode, and Frieza starts torturing him for the rest of the runtime.

Goku might be in trouble while he’s surrounded by the Danger Trio, but then Vegeta jumps in to rescue him, and they take on all the Niners by themselves. Roh gets cocky and sends all his available fighters to take out Goku and Vegeta, which make it eight-on-two, but...

Vegeta doesn’t care.  He jumps right in the middle of the Danger Trio, unconcerned with their Dangers’ Triangle combo or whatever it is.  Also, Goku goes after one of them, which disrupts their move.

Oh, this lady is named Hop.  She’s some sort of Cat Lady, because Universe 9 is really front-loaded with furries. 

Also, Hyssop (the big blue guy there) has ice powers or something, so he freezes Vegeta’s arm in ice. 

So Hop and Lavender think they have Vegeta cornered, but he ducks out of the way when they try to attack him and they wind up hitting each other.

That distraction allows Goku to take out these two dudes, Chappil and Comfrey.  Chappi has iron skin, though I’m not sure if he means literally or figuratively.  Comfrey... I don’t think he has a gimmick.  He just looks like the Gillman from Creature of the Black Lagoon. 

So they both get eliminated, and then Vegeta eliminates Hop.  With authority!

Uh... who have we got left?  Uh, this red dude is Oregano, and he has... uh... webbing.   That’s it. 

Yeah, so Vegeta goes Super Saiyan and eliminates Oregano and Hyssop.  For those of you keeping score, Universe 9 has just lost five fighters in a matter of seconds....

Well, actually they lost six fighters, because Sorrel got eliminated off-screen.  Okay, so Sorrel’s kind of my favorite one, because she has a really cute design, and I kept forgetting which team she was on, and why I couldn’t remember her doing anything in this tournament.  Well, that’s because she’s on this team and she got eliminated off-screen two episodes into this arc.

They cut to 18 after Sorrel explains that she was eliminated, so I’m left to assume 18 did the honors.  Anyway, my big gripe with Sorrel is that she’s a bunny rabbit, and there’s someone else on the team named Hop, which is what they should have named the bunny rabbit character, but they gave it to the cat lady instead.  Fuck Universe 9 forever.

Well, we still have Roselle, right?  No, because he was so desperate to escape Frieza that he jumped out of the ring and eliminated himself.  Roselle is relieved to be safe on the bleachers, until Sidra reminds him that he’ll die anyway if they lose the tournament.  Ha ha.  “If” they lose.

Let’s pause here to savor Roselle’s existential dread.  His life has come down to a choice between three dooms.  He can stay in the ring and get tortured by Frieza, or he can lose the tournament and get erased from existence, or a miracle happens and he gets to go back to Universe 9, which seems to be a total dump from the way everyone talks about it. 

So it’s down to the Danger Trio, who find themselves pushed back to the edge of the stage, and they decide to put everything they have into a combination ki blast.  I forget what they called it.  Danger Dipshit Blast, maybe.  Trio Triangle Taser?  Who cares?

So Goku and Vegeta do a Final Flash/Kamehameha combo and they turn Super Saiyan Blue while they do it, and gee, I wonder who comes out ahead on this exchange?

Yeah, the Danger Trio get eliminated, so that’s it for the Universe 9 team. 

The Zenos erase Universe 9 right then and there.  And as the universe itself is wiped out, so too are all of the fighters and gods representing U9. 

All that remains is Mohito, the guide angel assigned to Universe 9.  Since the angels were exempt from erasure, Mohito is all that’s left of the Ninth Universe.

He seems more relieved than sad.

So where did Universe 9 go wrong?  Let’s try to figure that out while we rock out.

Like the protagonist of the song “Detroit Rock City”, Universe 9′s team got in too big a hurry and ended up taking big sloppy chances.  Roh sicced as many fighters as he could on Goku, hoping that he could eliminate Goku quickly and build momentum.   But even if that worked, would it have made that big a difference?  They still would have had a long road ahead. 

As it was, Goku proved to be more than those eight fighters could  handle, and then Vegeta and 18 joined in to help.  Did they just think Goku’s own team would leave him out to dry?  Actually, maybe they did expect it to turn out that way, since the U9 team failed to support Roselle when he needed it badly.   I get the impression they’re not big on teamwork in Universe 9. 

And the whole gambit went wrong so quickly, there wasn’t even a chance for Roh to call it off.  They really should have scattered when Vegeta showed up to help Goku, but by the time they realized their mistake it was too late. 

From a storytelling perspective, wiping out Universe 9 is an awesome story beat, because it demonstrates early on that the Zenos weren’t kidding about erasing the losing universes.  They’re not even going to wait until the tournament ends to do it.  They start erasing losers as soon as posssible.  And this forces the remaining competitors to think twice about running wild in the ring.  If they pull a grandstand play like Universe 9 did, then they might very well meet the same fate. 

Also, it’s just cool to have Universe 7 sweep an entire team in one episode like that.  It sends a powerful message that Goku and Vegeta are not to be trifled with.  Challenge them at your peril.  And 18 and Frieza are nothing to sneeze at either.  If you try to push Universe 7 around, you will find yourself pushed out of the ring. 

[shininginyourlight]

@mjm5655 sent: [VENGEFUL] for haruka from majima. :3c emotion drabble | accepting [VENGEFUL] - a drabble where revenge is in the picture.

Everything had quieted down since the funeral reception had ended. A lot of people had left, while some were still sticking around to help the Morning Glory kids take care of the house and themselves while they were all grieving. They were grateful for that help. That help gave Haruka some time to sit out in the yard by herself.

Every time she heard Haruto cry, her heart clenched. She wanted her baby so badly. But he was okay. She needed time to herself right now.

Haruka's head lifted from where she'd been blankly staring at the dirt when she heard the slow sound of steps approaching. More than just a single set, she noticed. The neighborhood was quiet. Not many people really drove up their cars around this area, so she assumed that it was just more of the same. Passersby. Maybe neighbors coming home.

Yet as she finally got a look at the three figures approaching the orphanage, Haruka couldn't help how her expression would harden. She knew Uncle Kaz had trusted all three of them, but in truth? She couldn't really bring herself to trust anyone but Daigo.

"Ah, Haruka-chan..." Daigo spoke up first, his voice low and soft spoken like usual. The three of them stepped closer to the yard, entering in and stopping not far past that.

"We wanted to offer our sincerest condolences. Kiryu-san was a great man." His face held the most emotion to it. Like a man that was actually upset, saddened by the death. All the while, Saejima and Majima's expressions were similar, but different. Saejima's was as stoic as ever. Haruka wasn't sure she'd ever seen a different expression on his face. Majima's, on the other hand, looked irritated. A little sad, but mostly irritated. It had started to annoy Haruka.

"You don't need to be here. You three don't have any obligation toward us."

"...We don't, but we thought it was only right to at least offer our help in any way we can offer it."

"We don't need any help."

Majima finally looked Haruka in the face, scowling a bit at the attitude they'd been shown. Holding back a bite of his own, because of how abundantly clear that she was grieving, apparently. This was just part of it, the anger.

"My apologies." Daigo was the one keeping things together in anyway he could. He could at least somewhat empathize. He was the same age as she was when he'd lost his biological father, though he couldn't say he was necessarily as upset as Haruka likely was about Kiryu. "We didn't mean to intrude."

"I understand you, Daigo-san. What I don't understand is the two of you. But especially you, Majima-san." Her gaze locked with his.

"Gotta problem, kiddo?" He asked, voice tight. "Y'ain't stupid. Y'know why we're here. Ki--"

"Did you know I had nightmares about you?"

"...Hah?"

"About your dagger in my face. About you smacking a bat into Uncle Kaz's skull. I don't get... how you two were friends, really."

Majima's expression softened just a touch. Right. She'd just been a little brat when all this shit started up for her. It was hard to remember that sometimes, since she'd been a constant ever since then.

"And I know... I know what happened with Park-san."

Majima's brow immediately furrowed, his scowl deepening. He hadn't heard her name since she was killed a few years ago. In that moment, defensiveness came out of his mouth first.

"Y'don't know shit. That shit ain't yer business, anyway."

"Maybe it isn't. But I think that's a good enough reason not to want you here, Majima-san."

Narrowing his gaze at her, Majima found himself without a real rebuttal. What could he say? Couldn't really blame her for being upset, especially not now. With Saejima and Daigo's watchful eyes on him now, Majima would just quietly nod his head toward her.

"Fine," He grumbled. "Don't gotta fuckin' tell me twice..."

[saga-project]

“April?”

“Hey, Don!”

“Why am I….in the pool. Why are you awake. Ugh. Why does my head feel like it’s full of cotton.”

“Uh, well, the power was off in the lair. Might still be? And I think you kinda freaked out over it and—“

“…..I went feral mode again, didn’t I." "Yeah. Only for like. Two hours this time, though!” “

"I don’t want to go into it at all, April! I don’t….I don’t remember what happens during it! And I can’t control myself! And I don’t even know what triggers it most of the time! It’s things that I don’t even realize are triggers! And you shouldn’t have to help me with it.”

“You asked me to.”

“But you shouldn’t—I—it just. I don’t even know what set it off.”

“I have a theory. You kinda act a lot more like a kid when you’re like that. I think it’s a lot of the trauma coming through. Maybe Mikey would explain it better-“

“So, what, it’s my child self coming through to try and protect me or something?”

“….kind of, yeah."

“Oh.”

“You told me…..they used to make you fight in the Nexus. That the thunder reminded you of the crowds. Of being in the dark and the cold. And how you’d pretend Atomic Lass and Jupiter Jim were around to protect you.”

"I....I did?"

“Yeah. Don. How old were you when they made you fight?”

“…..I….not much. Older than I am now, I. It doesn’t matter. I’m not with them anymore. It shouldn’t matter."

“But it hurt you. It scared you. And THAT matters.”

"I—“

“And then your mind remembers that, and it tries to protect you. Or something.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It kinda does. You wanna be kept safe during it. Near someone. Like a scared kid.”

“Shut up. I’m not….I’m not scared. You’re jumping to conclusions.”

“So you didn’t get panicked over the lights going off?”

“I….that doesn’t mean my feral side is…..just stop it, okay? Stop.”

“Why is it so hard for you to accept?”

“Because I couldn’t protect myself when I was a kid. Why would it happen now? What about when I actually needed that protection?”

“They made you think you had to be strong, okay? But you were just a kid. You should have been allowed to be scared. You should have had someone to protect you. And I’m sorry you didn’t. And I think the reason you’re showing that side now is to try and heal from all that. Mikey would explain it better, but….you never really got a chance to be a kid. Maybe it’s some weird mixture of all that.”

“I don’t want to be afraid anymore. I’m not a child. I should….I should handle it myself.”

“Just because you should doesn’t mean you have to. You can talk about it. You can feel things. You don’t have to hide it from your family or feel ashamed over it. If you wanna talk about it, I'm here. But I'm not gonna force you."

“They made me fight in the first match…..a month after I was taken.”

“….when you were ten?”

“…..yes.”

"Don."

"They put me up against a deliberately weaker opponent. It's fine! I didn't get hurt, I--"

“…..what happened.”

“I remembered the moves Spli—Dad. Taught me. I pinned them. And then Rakshan….he came over the loudspeakers. He told me to finish the fight. It….it didn’t make sense to me. Not at first. The match was over. I’d won. I didn’t understand what he wanted me to do. But I….I figured it out. I refused. I said he couldn’t make me. But then he….he said he’d find my brothers. And bring them there too. And I couldn’t….I couldn’t let them do that. Not to Mikey, especially. S-so I….I tried to make it quick. Painless. But I’d never done it before. And there was…..god. There was s-so much blood.”

“Oh, Don. I….I’m so sorry.”

"You're....not horrified?"

"No. I mean, it's horrifying, but I'm not....of you.

“I haven’t told them. But I’m sure they guess. I….I lost track. Of how many they made me….I don’t know. I can still feel the blood sometimes. I swear to god I can. Or I hear it dripping. Sometimes it feels like it’s still there. Like I’ll never get it off. And I….what would they think of me, if they knew….I…..I got used to it. I….I just accepted that it was them or me. What….what kind of a person does that make me? When I heard the rain, and the….I can’t remember. It was like I was back there. That’s the last thing I—“

“Don. I really think this whole feral mode situation is because of the trauma you’re not dealing with.”

“I can’t tell them about it. I….they’ll throw me out.”

“You know they won’t.”

“I don’t KNOW anything ABOUT them, April! I spent so long away from them! What if they changed? What if I changed? I still barely even recognize myself in all the old pictures and....I...I still can’t believe they just forgave me. After I was so awful. I haven’t had brothers before. Not for a long time. I don’t….I don’t want to mess this up. I don’t want to lose this. And I know that I won’t. Probably. But I….I look at how they treat other people who did the same thing as me, and….I don’t know. I’m afraid, April. I can’t lose this when I’m just starting to learn how to actually be a brother again.”

"Hey, hey. Breathe. It's gonna be okay, Don."

“Don’t tell them. Please? Don’t tell them.”

“Okay. Then you have to tell them.”

“Not yet. I’m not….I’m not ready.”

"Don. The longer you wait, the more worried you're gonna get."

"I know. I know. I just.....I just don't know what to do."

"You'll figure it out. You're smart."

".....right."

[declinlalune]

Hunter's Heart || Andy & Emilio

TIMING: current. PARTIES:  @mortemoppetere & @declinlalune SUMMARY: andy runs into emilio and plans to gauge if he has any suspicions about alex. CONTENT WARNINGS: parental death, sibling death, child death, implied suicide ideation, and child abuse.

It had been months now, but Andy wasn’t sure she’d be able to forget Emilio’s face. He looked a little different with all of the blood, sure, but he still seemed the same in a fucked up sort of way. Andy contemplated walking past him, but Alex’s run-in with him made her stall. She thought about her sister and what it could mean if a slayer found out about a werewolf and how she had helped him. Some hunters didn’t cross over into others’ ‘territory’, but she knew there were others who’d jump at the chance to take out anything that was remotely different. 

She approached him as he had his head bent over his phone. He looked concentrated, and Andy only felt a little bad for interrupting him. “You look a lot different, not bleeding out and all that.” She rested her hands on her hips, watching him carefully before continuing, “glad to see you healed up good, though. No issues?” This was a good segue, she thought. Hunter talk, that is – even if she hated it. 

He didn’t usually let himself get distracted in public like this, but… maybe he’d been getting comfortable in Wicked’s Rest. With Rhett in town and a few friends he was now at least marginally certain weren’t going to stab him in the back as soon as he turned away from them, Emilio was a little less on edge than he had been when he’d first arrived in town. Not that that was saying much, of course; it’d be difficult to be more on edge than he had been in those first few weeks. All his newfound ‘comfort’ brought him was the ability to look at his phone and type out a message without sweating about it.

But he still stiffened when he heard someone approaching. Muscles tense, jaw tightening. He didn’t drop his phone and go for a blade, but only because he knew it’d make him look nuts if it was just a stranger looking for directions or a familiar face saying hello. When she spoke, it took him a moment to realize that it was the latter. It was almost hard to remember her. The last time he’d seen her, after all, it had been through a haze of pain and blood loss that took him weeks to fully recover from. She looked better now than she had then, and he figured he did, too. Lowering his phone, Emilio offered her a curt nod. “Figured I should change my look,” he said dryly. “Try the ‘no blood’ thing on for size. Is it working for me?” 

He glanced down at his arm, skin exposed in his short-sleeved t-shirt thanks to the summer heat. “Hell of a scar,” he admitted, turning the limb over absently. The skin was marred and uneven, but not nearly as bad as it would have been had Teddy not stitched him up a few days after the incident. “Everything still works, though. How about you? You took a few bad hits, too, if I remember right. Healed up okay?”

Andy took a moment to look at him before nodding. “Yeah, sure. You look ruggedly handsome, like one of those books at the grocery store checkout line.” She and Alex had made fun of them on more than one occasion, especially the ones that had the unnaturally buff men. Emilio didn’t look like that, though. “You look healthier, so that’s… good?” Andy wasn’t sure how to really navigate this. Realistically, she wanted to bring up Alex and feel out how much he knew, or if he suspected anything at all, but thought just going in blindly could be dangerous in its own right. 

She looked down at his arm as he lifted it and nodded. “Got a matching one on my shoulder.” Andy hadn’t looked at it recently, but she figured it’d be pink against pale skin at this point. “Nah, yeah, healed up just fine.” She hated this. The back and forth, the proverbial dick measuring contest. She wasn’t this person, and she wouldn’t ever be this person. 

She inhaled sharply and looked down at the ground, kicking the toe of her shoe against a lone pebble. It went skidding in the opposite direction, disappearing from view. Andy took a moment before looking back up at him. “You meet another redhead?” She was sure he had, there were a few in town outside of herself and Alex, so to assume they were the only ones was stupid. “Helped you with…” Her brows furrowed. “Can’t actually remember, but uh, it’s my sister. She told me she helped you with this giant bat thing. She do okay?” It felt like the days where her dad would berate her for not teaching Alex enough, or not going hard enough on her. Felt like the days where her mom would ask how she’d done in training, too. 

“Ah, at least we match, then.” It was light, quietly amused. Emilio didn’t always know how to talk to hunters these days. Even with Rhett, he struggled. Hid parts of himself that he knew wouldn’t be approved of, pretended he was still the man Rhett had known years ago with the beliefs his mother had so badly wanted him to carry. But this, he knew how to do. Trading war stories, comparing scars. This part was simple.

And maybe this was, too. She was worried about her sister. It was written all over her face the moment she asked the question. And Emilio understood why. The way Alex had fought against the lapir, it was clear that she hadn’t had quite as much training as Andy had. He thought of Flora, of the way he’d planned on taking her and raising her away from his family, away from her own mother. Would she have fought like Alex had, if his plan hadn’t amounted to far too little, far too late? Not quite trained, but desperate to succeed anyway? “Alex, yeah,” he confirmed with a nod. “She did fine. A little sloppy, but not bad. Not her kind of beast, right? I’m sloppy against things that aren’t undead, too.” He wasn’t, not in the same way she had been, but he thought it might make Andy feel a little better if he said so. “Guess I know your cousin, too. Kaden. Helped him in a barfight a while back. There a lot of you in town?” If there were a lot of rangers around, he thought, he’d need to keep an eye on them. Nora was safe enough from Rhett, who couldn’t sense her presence, but if a ranger stumbled upon her? It’d be a different story. Leticia, too. 

Andy’s expression remained neutral– or rather, a reflection of a worried older sister. It lined up with the truth enough, anyway. She’d gotten good at being seen the way she wanted to be seen. Growing up on the run, or what she thought was on the run– paranoia interconnected to survival  made it easy for Andy to control every aspect of herself. She could come across however she wanted to just about anyone, but she decided to let her worry for Alex show through instead of assuming the position of older hunter sister. Because that wasn’t who she was, and even though Emilio already knew she had the genes– and apparently now Kaden, too, it made it harder to pretend like she didn’t reject that part of herself. 

“Nah, not her kind of thing.” Andy didn’t know the kinds of things Emilio faced off against and she didn’t want to know. She wasn’t in for some diabolical pissing contest. She just wanted to gauge what Emilio knew about Alex and that was it. “A bar fight?” She raised a brow. What was Kaden doing going around getting into bar fights? She had fought to keep a low profile and Kaden was throwing hands with this moron? “Didn’t hear about that one. You guys win?” She tilted her head to the side, watching him for a moment. “More of who? Redheads, or French men?” Andy eased up slightly, taking a small step back, scraping the heel of her shoe against the ground. “It’s just us.” Maybe providing him with the most basic insight of their situation would call off any suspicions that Alex didn’t exactly carry the same gene. “Me and her against the world and all that. Parents died pretty early on, so any training has gone through me.” She’d take the brunt of another hunter’s disappointment. She could shoulder it all, it’d be no different. 

While Andy didn’t know anyone undead personally, she made a mental note that if she did come across anyone, to tell them to steer clear of Emilio. “I appreciate you looking out for her, though.” 

He nodded in acknowledgement. If he’d found Alex fighting something more ranger-specific, he was sure the fight would have gone differently. Andy had held her own when he’d fought with her, and Kaden could throw one hell of a punch in a barfight; the situation with Alex and that lapir had been a fluke, he figured. She’d been caught off-guard by something she wasn’t trained to fight. Grinning as she questioned the bar fight, he nodded. “Yeah. We kicked their asses, don’t worry. Your cousin packs a punch.” If it were any other bar, they’d probably be banned for life or something. But in a hunter bar? That was a nightly occurrence. 

There was some quiet relief in hearing that the trio of rangers didn’t have more with them, though Emilio tried not to let it show. After all, he didn’t want to risk ruffling any feathers, didn’t want to raise any suspicions. He wasn’t the best hunter; he knew that. He’d been too soft as a kid, and he was softer now. He didn’t kill things the way he ought to. He had a bugbear working in his office, a nymph walking his dog, a vampire helping him find fights to pick, a balam buying his drinks. Plenty of hunters would take issue with the way Emilio lived. Plenty of hunters would take action against him for it. His own mother probably would have at least thought about killing him just to keep him from sullying the family name, so what would a stranger do? He didn’t want to know.

The more Andy spoke, the more he thought Alex’s lack of preparation probably made sense. If it had just been Andy raising her, hunting had probably fallen by the wayside. Survival was more important, in times like that. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he replied, and he meant it. Losing people was as ingrained into the hunter lifestyle as bar fights were, but that never made it any easier to do. “I think you did the best you could, no? And not a bad job. Like I said, she held her own. Not many rangers could.” At Andy’s show of appreciation, he shook his head. “Ah, don’t worry about it. I’m a…” He trailed off, stopping himself. I’m a father, he’d almost said. I understand looking out for people. But that wasn’t true anymore, was it? A father whose only child was buried a country away couldn’t call himself such, could he? Emilio swallowed, shrugging and shaking his head again. “I try to look out for people. When I can.”

“I’m sure he does.” Andy’s frustration with Kaden was fleeting. It wasn’t his fault that somebody probably mouthed off. While Andy refrained from getting into fights for the sake of everyone involved, she knew that if she had less to lose, she might have been throwing punches, too. But the difference was, Andy had a hell of a lot to lose, and after everything she’d done to get to where she was, she didn’t want to backtrack. “Guess I appreciate you looking after him, too. He can be soft.” Andy lied with a smirk, knowing that was not the case. 

At his apology, Andy shrugged. “It was a really long time ago. I’ve made my peace with it.” That was a lie, but her expression remained neutral. Despite the fact that she still struggled with their deaths and what it had meant for both herself and Alex, she knew that it hadn’t been on her, no matter what Claire or Keira had said. His words stirred something in Andy, but she showed no emotion further than a small smirk. Andy considered continuing to lie, to spool the needle through the thread of I didn’t have the time, I couldn’t train her properly, but what if something else happened? She sure as hell wasn’t going to out Alex as a wolf to someone she didn’t know, and certainly not to a hunter, but to imply that hunting had taken a backseat wouldn’t be such a bad idea, would it? Especially if it explained Alex’s lack of… skills and strength. 

As Emilio explained that he was just looking out for others, Andy nodded. “Yeah, well, appreciation is due, anyway.” She folded her arms across her chest, fingers picking at the sleeve of her flannel, looping and unlooping a stray thread around her index finger as she thought about her next move. After a beat of silence, Andy sighed. “We don’t… really do that. Not anymore, not since we were kids.” She didn’t know exactly what had happened with the creature that her sister and Emilio had fought together, but Andy could only assume that Alex’s stubborn nature came burning and bright. “So really, I appreciate it. We can get in over our head sometimes, and really, I just want her to focus on school.” Not a total lie, but Alex had other things she needed to focus on, too. “I teach her where I can, you know, how to protect herself, but not..” She cleared her throat, dropping her arms to her sides. “Not anything more than that.” Maybe if Emilio ran into Alex again during a dangerous situation, he’d take the lead instead of expecting a kid to help him. 

Emilio snorted, raising his brows in a way that said he highly doubted that soft was a word anyone else would ever use to describe Kaden. The Frenchman struck him as anything but in the conversations he’d had with him. But, then again, his mother had once hurled that word at him like a projectile weapon, using it to beat down every accomplishment he struggled to cling to. He doubted anyone would look at him and assign a descriptor of soft now, even if part of him knew it would always be true. Maybe Kaden was the same.

He hummed as Andy went on, lifting a shoulder and dropping it. “Doesn’t make it hurt less,” he replied. “People say time heals. I think it’s bullshit.” He didn’t feel any more ‘healed’ now than he had two years ago. Maybe time made the weight easier to carry, but it didn’t make it any less heavy. Nothing ever could. It hurt, and it would always hurt. Her parents’ deaths would always be there, no matter what peace was made. And Emilio… he didn’t think making peace was in the cards for him. He didn’t think it ever had been.

There was some selfish relief in hearing that Andy and her sister didn’t hunt much anymore. He suspected the same couldn’t be said of Kaden, but one ranger was far easier to keep an eye on than three. And the more Andy spoke about how she’d raised her sister, how she was continuing to raise her, the more Emilio thought of a life that could have been. He thought of Flora, of the plan he’d hatched to steal her away. Like Andy, he would have taught her to defend herself… but not until she was old enough to grip a knife without it being too big for her tiny hands. Not the way he was taught, the way that had him hating himself even now, some thirty years after the fact. Andy had raised Alex in the way Emilio had longed to raise his daughter. He’d been too slow to save her. If he’d been faster, maybe, they’d be having a different conversation. Comparing techniques instead of him listening to hers and mourning the loss of something he’d never really had to begin with. 

“I get it,” he told her, the words coming after a beat of silence that might have stretched a moment too long as he lost himself in his thoughts. “This life, it isn’t… I don’t think it’s good. If you can raise her outside of it, you should.” It was too late for him, of course. It had been too late for him since he’d stepped into that room he’d never really stepped out of, with blood on the floor and bodies no longer moving. But Andy still had a chance. So did Alex. And they both deserved that. “I think you’re doing good. With her, the kid. I think you’re doing a good job. I know, um… You’re probably not much older than her. You were probably a kid, too. But I think you did good. She’s good. Smart. Stubborn as hell. But you did good.”

People say time heals. I think it’s bullshit. 

Andy agreed silently. She’d spent nights groveling over her sister’s future and how it had been disrupted by the wolf’s bite. She had mourned her parents time and time again, with every memory that came and went. Most of all when Alex would ask for stories about them— of how they were when she was too young to remember. Andy didn’t like remembering them. She held their memories at arm’s length knowing what they would have done had they known Alex was now a wolf. She kept that in mind. That nobody could be trusted. Hell, Andy was only just now beginning to trust Kaden after he confirmed that something had driven him away from the typical hunting lifestyle he’d been raised into back in Lyon. Andy had made peace with her parents’ deaths in a way that was abnormal, some might say. Because if they were alive, she may not have had her sister. She would trade them for Alex a hundred times over. 

“Maybe, maybe not.” Andy didn’t want to think about them too much because with thinking came the hurt, and Andy didn’t have time for that. She hadn’t had time for mourning then, and she certainly didn’t have time for it now. Even though Alex mourned the loss, Andy knew there was something else there, too. She was mourning who she was before the bite, and the only thing Andy could do was focus on lifting that burden, not the one of their parents. 

Silence burrowed between them and Andy felt as though she were hanging in a delicate balance between words. The world she wanted to live in, and this world where people like Emilio existed. But as he spoke, Andy found herself tipped entirely in one direction. Had she heard him right? Expression remaining neutral, Andy stood across from him. What she had thought would be a quick conversation about what he could possibly know about Alex had turned into something deeper, and though she was uncomfortable, she made no move to show it. 

It had been a long time since Andy had been told she’d done a good job. Hell, it’d been a long time since an adult said anything comforting to her. More often than not, a fourteen year old running around with a seven year old garnered nothing but ill attempts at advice and sneers. Andy had been told time and time again that she was too young to care for a kid like Alex, and they hadn’t even known the half of it. Really, she’d been the only one capable of doing it. She hadn’t realized it, but her breath had caught in her throat. Immediately, Andy averted her gaze to the ground and shook her head. “She’s my sister, what else was I supposed to do?” Though her voice was steady, she felt her chest begin to tighten. There was something behind Emilio’s eyes, Andy realized, as she met his gaze after a brief moment of silence. There was a mourning there, too. She’d seen it enough when staring back in the mirror. He had lost something too. 

“Sorry, I don’t really know what to say. The oldest person I talk to is my cousin, and even though he’s pretty ancient, I’m not…” used to the comfort. Andy let the joke fall to the wayside with another shake of her head. “I um… appreciate, the kind words.” She wasn’t exactly sure what she had expected by walking up on Emilio, but this sure as hell hadn’t been it. “Kinda fucked up that I saved your life and you’re only complimenting her,” Andy joked after a moment, the discomfort brought on by Emilio’s kind words far too overwhelming not to direct the conversation in another direction.

She seemed to dismiss his words, but Emilio couldn’t fault her for it. He understood that, too. That quiet inclination to pretend something didn’t hurt so that the pain was easier to ignore. He did it, too. With his father, who’d died long before he knew him. With Juliana, who he’d loved far more than he let himself admit that he had. With his uncle, who had stared up at him with a knife between his ribs where Emilio had put it. You could pretend things mattered less than they did, if you tried hard enough. You could pretend that losing them didn’t hurt. But at the end of the day, that was all it really was — pretending. 

Of course, the alternative was hardly better. If you let yourself really feel all the things you’d lost, if you let that weight rest on your shoulders without anything there to cushion it, it was just going to crush you. And Emilio got the feeling that, like him, Andy had been crushed enough already. Who could blame her for putting that distance up? Who could fault her for wanting to minimize that damage any way she could? 

There was a flash of relief in her expression at his reaction and that, too, was something he understood. Hunters could be a volatile people. Emilio was one of them, and he knew as much. Wasn’t there a part of him that felt a little afraid every time he ran into one he didn’t know? Hadn’t there been a moment in that bar where Kaden put him on edge? Wasn’t he even a little afraid of Rhett now, as nonsensical as that seemed? Admitting that you weren’t doing the thing that many hunters considered to be a divine purpose was a risky bid. He could have just as easily reacted poorly. If he were someone else — or if she’d met him a few years earlier, perhaps, before he’d had and lost a child of his own — maybe he would have. It was hard to say now, hard to think of the person he’d been before Flora’s death, much less before her birth. That man had died twice over now. He didn’t know if the one who’d taken his place was good or bad, but he knew Andy would probably prefer him.

“Ay, don’t sell yourself short. Not every sister would do it.” If he was being honest, he didn’t think Rosa would have. His sister had loved him, he knew, but she’d loved the hunt more. That much had become certain when he’d gone to her with his doubts after Flora’s birth, when he’d asked if she’d ever felt such feelings towards Jaime and been met with a resounding no. IfEmilio wasn’t the child his mother had wanted, Rosa was all that and more. She was the one destined to make Elena proud. She was probably the one who should have survived. In a better world, maybe. But not in this one.

He let out a huff of air that was almost a laugh, nodding his head. “I don’t talk to a lot of people these days, either,” he admitted. He was surprised to find that it wasn’t as true as it would have been a few months before. Nora was over every day now, Ren often enough to walk the dog. Leticia texted often, Rhett was a shadow that slunk to the surface when he thought Emilio might need him. He had an apartment full of neighbors who kept bringing him food he didn’t eat and giving him advice he didn’t take, and he swore there were more of Alan’s stupid pens in his neighborhood than there used to be. He had people now. He was starting to realize how goddamn terrifying that was.

At Andy’s joke, he sucked his teeth and clicked his tongue, studying her for a moment as if trying to come to some conclusion. “Eh, you’re okay,” he said with a wave of his hand, smiling around the words. From Emilio, it might as well have been a thousand watt grin. “Could do with a little less of the complaining, maybe. Pesca de cumplidos, you know, it’s not a good look. Kind of desperate, no?” It was clear from his tone that he was teasing, even as he shook his head as if to communicate that it was a real shame.

Andy knew that Emilio had a point. Not every sister would do it. If Keira had been her sister instead of Alex and she’d been the one without the hunter gene, she was sure that there would have been a silver bullet put immediately between her eyes. Though their situation had been unlucky, in the grand scheme of things, both she and Alex had survived because of one another. “Yeah, maybe not, come to think of it.” 

At his comment, Andy let out a laugh that sounded far too bitter for where their conversation had landed. Instead of leaning her weight on one foot, Andy shifted to the other, kicking the toe of her shoe against the ground again. She wasn’t sure what else to do with herself otherwise. She had plenty of friends— or, at least now she did. And she was grateful for them. “I talk, but I just never know what to say. What do you say to people who weren’t raised like us.” Because even though there may have been different traditions between rangers, slayers, and wardens, the sentiment had always been the same. You were a weapon before you were a child. 

Andy rolled her eyes at his comeback. “The complaining is what makes it fun, don’t you think?” She remembered how terrified she’d been then, how she was worried the qutrub weren’t a qutrub at all, that it was another wolf with a human face. Of course, it had existed just like any other person at one point in time, but the curse it’d taken on had overrun it into something monstrous, and as much as Andy hadn’t wanted to put an end to it, she had no choice. 

“Je ne me plains que pour réclamer mon dû.” The teasing came naturally. It was easier than focusing on the mourning that’d been brought up. Or of who she’d be without Alex. “I’ll take the earlier compliments, I guess. Can’t complain too much.” Though Andy had come out of the conversation with a heavier heart than expected, she was glad it happened. “You’re not so bad, Emilio. I thought you were a dick at first, but you actually have a way with words.” It was hard not to focus on the fact that Andy had intended to get the information she needed and leave, and instead she was coming away from it with a heart-to-heart. 

Alex was lucky, he thought, that Andy was what she ended up with. Maybe luckier than she would have been had their parents survived, though he’d never voice the thought aloud. Andy was right — you couldn’t explain what it was like to grow up the way they had to someone who hadn’t. You couldn’t put it to words, couldn’t find any language with which to speak it. Emilio couldn’t even really wrap his mind around it in thought. He’d loved his family. His family would hate him now. He’d grown up the way he’d had to. He’d never wanted his daughter to grow up like him. There were so many opposing thoughts, all of them the truth. How did you rationalize that? How did you make sense of it? 

Every hunter, he thought, had some kind of grief. Not just for the loss of people they loved, though loss was so entwined with the culture that it was impossible to separate the two, but loss of themselves. Every hunter he’d ever known had lost themselves before they’d ever had a chance to be anyone at all. Rhett, Juliana, Gabriel, his siblings… They were echoes of people, weapons forged to have skin and bones. Andy was the same. But Alex wasn’t. There was something different about her, something so distinctly not hunter that it was jarring. It must have come, he thought, from growing the way he had. He’d always assumed that that loss, like the strength and the senses, came from their DNA. Remembering Alex, he wondered if it was from something else instead. Maybe it was the kind of thing you could force out of someone just by loving them soon enough. Maybe Flora could have been different, too.

“Ah, fun for you, maybe. I’m having a bad time.” He wasn’t, though. It was kind of funny, really; Emilio tended to hate most conversations he found himself in, but this one was all right. Even through the grief, even with the endless reminders of things he’d had and lost and things he’d never had to begin with, he found the conversation a pleasant one. Heavy, sure, but not bad. Not something he’d hate to repeat. 

He snorted at the French, rolling his eyes but looking fond. Eh, probably served him right. He spouted enough Spanish to people who didn’t know a word of it to earn some French muttered in his direction. “I am a dick,” he told her seriously, hiding the smile that was trying to tug at the edges of his mouth, “but I appreciate that anyway. I’ll tell everyone you said so. They’ll all be very, uh… impressed. With my words.” It wasn’t a compliment he got very often… and probably for good reason. But he found he liked hearing it now. 

[princerevelucide]

Hello!! I just wanted to say that I ADORE your KI ocs!!! they're all so detailed and interesting! I'd love to know if you have anything that goes more into depth about their designs and what influenced them, cause I can tell you put so much thought into them!

(also I feel I have to mention this, but I have an oc named Arethusa as well! so seeing that one of yours was named that as well was a bit of a surprise lol)

ohh thank you very much!! you’re very kind!!! it always means a lot that folks seem to like them all so much!!

i have this google doc explaining some of their personalities and in-universe origins, though that’s probably not what you’re asking for since there’s nothing in it about their influences and designs as characters, BUT i can still tell you what i remember thinking when i first made them!!

the concepts for asterie, linus, and raniris were just ‘i like stars, music, and rainbows. i’ll make kid icarus god ocs out of them’ and that was that. i think i was just so into my kiu kick at the time that my brain was ready to start spouting ocs at me i think asterie’s design was supposed to have a viridi-ish feel to it in the dress’ build? i actually don’t remember her inspiration too well sadly. linus’ design is based on an orchestra conductor, octavo from cadence of hyrule, and a bunch of music symbols i found online and just dotted onto his design. (i also originally concepted him as a villain, but that felt awkwardly written so i dropped it)

raniris is inspired by the actual greek goddess iris (her name is that + ‘rain’ without the I) and her design is based on wedding dresses, while the idea for dia came from iris’ golden wings, which i was inspired to turn into its own character as it would fit them being a sort of palutena & pit parallel. her design is also based on flower girls to go with raniris’ wedding dress!

the idea for zero came to me while listening to the kirby planet robobot ost and i just thought a digital pitthree clone would be a genius idea lol. his design is based on pit’s black alt from smash 4 (having silver and purple accents) while also looking somewhere in between pit and dark pit colour-wise, plus his outfit is sort of a modern/casual reinterpretation of pit and dark pit’s actual chitons.

arethusa literally came to me in 0.2 seconds while i was looking through the window one day watching the next door house which wasn’t finished yet getting soaked in the rain. i thought ‘what if there was a rain girl to go with phosphora being a lightning girl’ and then oops. HER design is based on phosphora’s with a more subdued, serious tone to it to go with her being the serious sister vs. phosphora being the energetic sister, and also minus the plants because i figure that’s probably just a viridi thing. there’s also their mother zephyra, goddess of storms, who i have not designed yet and god knows if i’ll ever get around to it

as for the skyworld angel citizens, they’re all from these separate characterisations i made up for fun imagining each of pit and dark pit’s alternate colours in smash being their own characters with their own history. those ideas went all over the place but arcis is green dark pit, leto is yellow pit, ethi is white dark pit, mynta is blue pit, and aui id purple dark pit. and i have more that never got past the scribble stage (but i’d like them to!!!)

apologies if that’s not as interesting or detailed as you were hoping, but it’s the best i’ve got!! especially in terms of their actual personalities because all i can say regarding that is they come to me in my dreams like a prophet receiving visions from an angry god. but thank you again for being interested enough to ask! ;w;

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♯ 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐎◞ 𝑴𝑩¹³

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⤫ leclerc!sister x mat barzal

✰ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⤫ in which the paddock’s favourite sister arrives at the Monaco GP with a new guest

✰ 𝐜𝐰 ⤫ none.

✰ 𝐚/𝐧 ⤫ ngl. . . this is very self indulgent 🤷‍♀️ but I hope you enjoy anyway <3

f1wags

f1wags: our favourite girl has returned to the paddock; and this time it’s with a guest! Y/N leclerc shows up to the monaco track with who I presume to be her bf, and sits down for lunch with her brothers. the first time we’ve seen the entire leclerc family together in a while since Y/N has been in New York for work.

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user15: family reunion🥺

user19: my royal family of Monaco fr

user77: I’m so happy to see them all together again. I just know Charles missed her so much🥲

user66: I read an article that said Y/N came straight from the airport so this is the first interaction they’ve had in months!

f1wags: he hugged her for a good ten minutes before he let anyone else get a chance

user51: um- are we gonna skip over the bf part??

user16: how do we know it’s her bf tho…

f1wags: they were very affectionate since the moment they got out of the together. the car that arrived from the airport, so assume he’s american and flew with her. they also kissed and it looked like he was meeting her family (charles, arthur, lozenzo, pascal) I mean we won’t know 100% until she confirms it but it sure looks like they’re together. . .

user77: nooo… my wife is taken 😔

user11: I really wanna know who her bf is tho cause I’m sorry but he’s fineeeee

user62: I expected nothing less from a leclerc sibling. they always bag the prettiest people

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lando.jpg: boat day with the bestie(s?) 🛥️

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user23: DID HE JUST—

user65: HE DID😭😭

user21: did lando just hard launch Y/N’s relationship?

user57: yep. tagged the guy and everything💀

user66: he’s such a little menace

user22: I’m not complaining I’ve been trying to figure out who it is for days🙏 thank you lando

ynleclerc: oh lando🫤

landonorris: don’t “oh lando” me, you didn’t say it was a secret????

ynleclerc: what do you think the words NOT PUBLIC means??

landonorris: the lad had his hands ALL over you in the paddock, it was gonna be public news by the end of the weekend… at least this way it came from a reliable source🤷‍♂️

user62: don’t let the fact that Y/N is dating some hot hockey player from New York distract you from the fact that the besties are reunited!!! I’ve been missing this duo so much

user90: and they’re causing chaos as usual🥲

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ynleclerc: since we were little, I’ve always been your biggest supporter and that will never change charlie. watching you achieve a dream you’ve worked your whole life to achieve is something so magical and all I could ever wish for you as a sibling. congratulations C! I love you endlessly❤️💌

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user13: “watching you achieve a dream you’ve worked your whole life to achieve is something so magical and all I could ever wish for you as a sibling” UM— EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO SOB😭😭

charlesleclerc: I couldn’t possibly do any of this without your love and support. my lucky charm, always. je t'aime❤️❤️❤️

ynleclerc: ❤️

user76: he finally did it😭🙏

user66: these are so beautiful… did you take them?? @.ynleclerc

ynleclerc: I did! I’ve never been so grateful that I carry my camera with me EVERYWHERE. I feel so honoured that I got to capture this entire weekend. I’ll cherish it forever😚

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matbarzal: starting the off-season right ❤️

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noahdobson: just casually posts a picture with charles leclerc and lando norris 🧍‍♂️

matbarzal: I’ll still remember you when I’m famous😘

user72: what. the. fuck.

user77: all of us rn cause this is the wildest crossover I could ever imagine between F1 and hockey😭

user11: they’re both so hot it’s kind of unfair

ynleclerc: ❤️

matbarzal: je t'aime❤️

user55: I wonder if she made fun of Mat’s awful canadian french 😭😭

mattymarts: you expect us to believe you did laundry? I don’t think you even know how

charlesleclerc: I won. guess you’re gonna have to come to every race now 🤷‍♂️

matbarzal: should’ve never told you about superstitions 😔you don’t need them, that win was all you bro😉

charlesleclerc: miss you guys already. gonna have to come to a hockey game next season

matbarzal: you should! we’d be honoured to have you

user77: did someone say bromance??

user19: someone check on beau

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ynleclerc: monaco❤️

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matbarzal: red is definitely your colour baby❤️🥵

scuderiaferrari: we agree😌🏎️

charlesleclerc: thanks for coming sis❤️

arthurleclerc: miss you already🥺❤️

sydneymartin: so iconic😍

ynleclerc: says the ms. iconic herself 🥰

user21: UM— Mat looks so good OMFG

user72: she definitely dressed him

user62: YN please keep the Mat content coming🙏

user14: if I was YN leclerc all my life problems would be solved

ynleclerc: If I had your lashes all my problems would be solved. you’re stunning 😚

user16: you know those couples that just make sense? they’re definitely one of those

user88: can’t wait to see her at games and stuff

[humanoidtyphoons]

the thing about kang ki young is that. when i first started watching kdramas, in the ones that were recommended to me… he kept turning up. from weightlifting fairy kim bokjoo, i am not a robot, w: two worlds, bring it on ghost, oh my ghostess. all supporting roles. but. idk. i kept noticing him? it was oddly comforting to know that he was in a show too. he kind of became my guy, yk?

like i know that it wasn’t supposed to be the common link, bc lol! he wasn’t in all of the rec list but enough, yk?

but… i also kinda rooted for his characters? in. WLFKBJ, despite knowing that his romance was essentially a drunken fling… i kinda was into it? (tbh it wasn’t cuter than the otp, but. still. i was oddly charmed that they even had a subplot) and then i liked him SO much in IANAR, that i preferred his romance to the main one (i think i don’t like chae soobin as a protagonist for some reason, tho apparently i’m fine with her as an antagonist in sassy gogo???)

like he was great in comedy, and i liked him in everything there even if sometimes i didn’t care for the kdrama that much, he was always solid and watchable and then i consciously decided to try to watch his filmography

(i completely forgot that i started watching familiar wife bc he was briefly in it, and i got so enamoured by the drama, that i cheered when he appeared bc i just. didn’t remember that i watched it initially for his guest appearance.)

and, oh. he’s fun as a villain. thrice, he’s played bad guys, and they’re all so different! i loved his youthful arrogance in shine or be mad, even if he turned up only at the end. i thought he was so good at being repulsively evil in when you were sleeping, even if it was a two part episode. and ofc!!! the uncanny counter 2!!! his stillness and his carefulness, how he observed… hell yeah. he was great.

it does make me laugh a little that in what’s wrong with secretary kim and extraordinary attorney woo. he’s cast as the divorced guy who gets back together with his ex-wife… and that’s kind of the deal in queen of divorce too. i know he’s going to get back together with his ex!!! i want it to happen!!! anyway, something about him seems to radiate he only loves one woman in his life (which is true of IANAR too, even if it’s not the case in WLFKBJ)

anyway, i’m glad that he’s different in QOD to EAW tbh! like he’s reliable and dependable in EAW, and i loved him as a mentor figure there, who grew patient and appreciative of woo young woo’s abilities. but he’s a different kind of quirky in QOD, and he’s got the regret and yearning and chaotic energy and. and. i’m excited for what is to come next.

i’m just. happy for him, that he’s become a main lead. i’ve always liked him, and i wish him the best.

[pugs-cats-bb-8]

Vanilla-Okumura

Oh, yeah this arc. I like Morgana. I just get PTSD from Okumura's battle. I hated doing the song in Dancing.

"Stress is the enemy of beauty". 🤣🤣 I can see Sae pulling this out later on.

Unvoiced conversation.

Help Futaba get rid of her unease. I want to say its worded differently in Royal, but I don't remember.

Ohya's boss sucks.

Unvoiced conversation. Pretty big one too. You would think it would be voiced.

I like to throw Yusuke under the bus.

Unvoiced conversation.

Ann and Ryuji, the blond extrovert twins.

"Don't worry about it". As he asks for the guy's personal info. Honestly, how fucking charming/trustworthy is Ren? I'd be kinda suspicious if a dude asked me for the full name of my problem and told me not to worry. I'd think I was about to be caught up in a murder charge.

Unvoiced conversation. Again, another big one.

Unvoiced conversation. Big one.

I love Futaba scaring that fuck head.

Does anybody actually use Fate Reading?

Unvoiced conversation.

I love how they just bought her a swimsuit without knowing her taste or size.

Batting cages aren't open at night.

I never knew what that building was I thought it was an office building, not a movie theatre.

I worked at the Beef Bowl twice and never went back. I got my precision elsewhere.

Unvoiced conversation. Eternal Lockpick became Perma Pick.

Kawakami doesn't ask questions, she just makes a lock pick and other things for you. 🤣🤣

No wonder I forgot Akechi has a first name. He barely says his first name.

Trauma dump and rank up.

I love how there's two pronunciations of Medjed, depending on the person.

It's more flirty when it's not an auto rank-up.

Futaba's trying to drag poor Sojiro outside.🤣🤣

Me and my brother used to light the Smoke Bombs and run through the smoke. Probably not the best idea.

They're going to light the basket on fire. And kill Morgana.

You don't need a stat requirement to work at Crossroads? Kind-3, Precision-3

Lala's not voiced.

I would love it if he cross dressed. Morgana speaking the truth.

I swear in Royal there's four customers you can choose from. There is they added an Office Worker who gives you knowledge.

You only get 5,400 Yen (38.67 Dollars) for a Sunday😨😨. In Royal, it's 12,000 Yen (84.59)🤑🤑.

No mention of Sundays being the day to work.

Christ sakes, Ren 😋😋🥵🥵

I like how Makoto's top has kitty paws on the straps.

I love how Ann pulls one over on Ryuji.

I'd die if Ren look at me like that. Like I'd be a puddle.😍😍

I don't think Ren has any trouble stealing hearts.

Unvoiced conversation.

Yusuke and his lobsters🤣🤣

I like how in the anime, Ren asks if he has enough money for the train home.

Unvoiced conversation. 

like how they know they're in high school, but they still hit on them. 😠😠

Unvoiced conversation.

I can only imagine what Futaba hears.

Ryuji needs to stop putting his foot in his mouth.

Does Ren not like to type?

Unvoiced conversation.

No, not human Morgana 🙅🏻‍♀️🙅🏻‍♀️.

Don't you get Harisen Recover at R.6?

I never knew he grunted/thinking noises if you stayed on the map too long. Honestly, I thought it was some sort of intestinal distress. I also didn't know they moved it outside, to the city in Strikers. I heard it one night when I was alone. Scared the shit out of me. Took me three times of hearing it to figure out what it was. Look, I'm happy they're giving Xander lines, but can they give him more than simple sentences and sound bites? I ain't saying he has to read the phone book, unless that's a key story beat.😋😋😍😍 But I wouldn't mind more lines. Let's hope Tactica gives some new lines, or at least said in a new way.

The fountain pen was sold in Shinjuku? 

think they changed the descriptions for the 2nd tier Personas new moves.

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

120,000 Yen=849.55 Dollars.

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

I love how Sojiro doesn't care that you take Morgana to school.

Unvoiced conversation.

So Kin-Ki lost his Psychic weakness.

I think they made Ren faster.

I love driving down every floor of Mementos.

Sneezing while frozen is an accomplishment.

High Counter used to be called Counterstrike.

Hole Gold🤨🤨

I confuse Neko Shogun and Nekomata for some reason.

I think when most of your team is statused. The AI should prioritize whoever can hit a weakness, or Ren. Because a dead leader is game over.

I didn't know in my first playthrough, that Harisen Recover worked on all teammates. I thought it was only you. Imagine my surprise the first time it activated for someone else.

He's going to backhand somebody one day.

I know it's the game keeping you from doing things. But damn, Morgana rules with an iron fist.

Slight different question. Macadamia nuts are expansive.

As much as I don't like Kawakami. I do hate that her romance response is delayed. When I romanced her to get the award. I thought I messed up and didn't hit a romance flag. (Like Takemi or Chihaya). I get why but, it still made me think I messed up.

Mishima used to text you after every completed Mementos Mission?🙃🙃

Softer "yes" after you help Kawakami. Royal's is a bit louder.

Dude, you pay so much more money for the Big Bang 🍔 challenge in the morning. I mean I'd heard that you pay more but not 700 and then 1,000 Yen more.

Ren's going to drop dead of a heart attack.

Unvoiced conversation.

I love how if you lose at the crane game enough. Morgana won't let you play it anymore that day.

I hated going to the Maid Cafe. 🙅🏻‍♀️🙅🏻‍♀️

Was there always a conversation on the night of 9/6?

I thought when you're on probation that you can't leave the country. Or is that house arrest?

Unvoiced conversation.

They moved the picture to after they get to Hawaii.

Sexy pics are a no go.

When they question how long you're staying and why. It sounds like they don't want you there. Reminds me of when sales people bug me too much in a store. I'll walk right out. Although, you can't get back on the plane.

I'd rather room with Ryuji than Mishima.

These trips seem like they're PR for the school.

"The good-looking one". Okay Mishima.👌🏻

Unvoiced conversation.

Random Yusuke.

Unvoiced conversation.

I don't think Ren is a big photo guy.

Unvoiced conversation.

I love the lei loading scene.

Wouldn't it be funny if Ryuji's roommate's girlfriend was Ann's roommate?🤣🤣

They never thought of sharing.

I love how all those options apply to Akechi.

I don't think "I don't have a type" is in Royal.

Poor Mishima. The tap water thing is Mexico. Not the US.

Think Hawaii's boring. Try Hawaii without much voice acting.

"You'll get fat". Dude is cruisin' for a bruising.

Are Garlic Shrimp really foreign? They sell them at restaurants over here in the US. I can't imagine it's hard to make.

Unvoiced conversation.

I'm sure Mishima could get a girlfriend if he didn't seem like an incel. That and the fact that I think if a girl hugged him he'd cream his pants.

Unvoiced conversation.

"Secret lover coming after me with an axe".🤣🤣

As funny as that is they don't know that they met Haru, yet.

Also, are the localizers British? They just stuck the gift scene in there. Bye, potato 👋🏻👋🏻

Morgana should talk to him. I know Ren would listen.

"Here's your gift". 🎁 "Your principal's dead".🤨🙄 Nice greeting. Why would they care?

Morgana's at fault because he doesn't talk about his problems. Ryuji's at fault because he repeatedly calls Morgana useless and says Makoto and Futaba are better than him. He gets impatient when they stake out Mementos. Then he says "We don't care if you're useless". 🦶=👄

Unvoiced conversation.

That's because the principal sucked.

Cute Akechi face x4.

Unvoiced conversation.

I love how Ren and Futaba are the only ones worried about Morgana.

Different question.

They added the Morgana lives here things in Royal. Claw marks on the table leg. Paw prints in the dust. I think there's one more, but I don't remember it.

Different sound for the holographic screens.

I love this scene in the anime. Ren's line is 😋😋😍😍 "It means to help the weak and dethrone the mighty".

Women can be evil too, Ryuji.

YouTube comments led me to believe Haru was the black mask.

Different question.

I've lost track of where Ren was in the Mementos scenes. Because he's allergic to colour. I mean sure he looks drop-dead gorgeous, but he also blends in.

Foot meet mouth.

So help me God, Ryuji. We were so close.

Ann so should've smacked him.

I think he jumps out of the way faster in Royal.

Unvoiced conversation.

Did they change Haru's dad's voice?

There's no turning back now. Jesus, does the game expect us to marry and have kids with whoever you date? Hasn't they ever heard of breaking up?

"You'll be awarded an extraordinary gift". Yeah, a trip to the hospital for bypass surgery or a trip to the morgue.

Different question.

No chest to the left when you enter.

Black Ooze in Okumura's? I mean it makes sense but...

Smarf man.

What a creep.

I wish you could choose who it kicks out when you get a new teammate.

There's a sound when you hit the safe room doors? Maybe my fan's just too loud.

Different layout.

How is there like nowhere to hide?

Munching on sweets? Oh! Are they talking about the real-life counterparts?

If Queen's Necklace is weak to Gun. Then what is Koh-I-Noor weak to?

We're burglars🤨🤨

He was alone where did the other two come from?

New cut scene.

Haru has 6 Ammo!? Why does it go down to 1 in Royal?

I like the way they did the eavesdropping sections.

Yusuke learns Counterstrike way later in Royal. Like 2 whole palaces later.

"We're not far".🤬🤬 It takes so long to get there.

Different layout.

The robot's bopping to the music.

Different layout.

Unvoiced conversation.

Lilim is weak to Gun, Wind and Bless?

I've never seen a Treasure Demon that knows healing moves or buffs/debuffs.

Different layout.

Different colours for the hydraulic presses.

Different sounds for them too.

Koh-I-Noor has no weakness?

No lasers. Different layout.

I always thought Ryuji's 2nd tier Persona had an "N" at the end.

The urge to use every Persona, just so I can hear his voice. 😋😋

Different sounds for breaking the arms.

I didn't know you could pause the timer by opening the menu.

Unvoiced conversation.

No lasers.

Unvoiced conversation.

I don't like the airlock puzzle. But at least you get a nice view. 😏😏

Scathath? I don't see her till Maruki in Royal.

Different switch noise.

Different layout.

Really wish they gave the option to leave directly after clearing a path to the treasure. They stopped doing that after Madarame.

Wait, you could get an invitation for the next day even if you went to the palace that day? In Royal, that doesn't work even if you use Kawakami. That's why you do Futaba as soon as it opens. So, you can get the aquarium date.

Mishima definitely creamed his pants.

Even Chihaya knows Mishima isn't your friend. 🤣🤣 I've never gotten that scene because I'm always battling Okumura. They straight up just leave him. 🤣🤣

Takemi used to sell Homunculus?

Unvoiced conversation.

Doesn't tell you how many items you can make.

3 categories instead of 2.

Elemental throwables were grouped together.

Couldn't make multiple at once.

Different question.

I don't like Life Will Change instrumental.

Taking the long way around.

No enemy there.

Oh yeah, we have to go the long way.

No dialogue after you hit the door.

So, a minute in Vanilla versus roughly 20 secs in Royal. Although, you do miss out on a chest. But it's nothing that game-breaking.

There's no way this dude would change. He's better off dead.

"I will crush you all". More like you'll use other people as cannon fodder. 🤬🤬

Why does the timer still run when the dialogue's going? I mean it's like seconds, but still.

I like how he backflips.

You have to do this without Haru's baton pass. 😨😨🤬🤬

Mix of robots makes it a bit harder.

Okay, he does add more if you don't beat all of them.

No targeting specific people.

Same number of waves.

I hate the Executive.

"I need sushi". 🤣🤣

The first time I used Izanagi-No-Okumi-Piacaro. The second I used Magatsu-Izanagi. Third and fourth I shot him.

He has a lot more health in Vanilla.

You could take him on at LV.40-42? In Royal, you should be at least 44-45 or higher.

"He'll be fine". 🤣🤣 If dead means fine, then sure. He'll be fine.

What made him change?

Unvoiced conversation.

Added a question to Iwai's R.1.

Unvoiced conversation.

You could get skill cards out of chests in Mementos?

Added a question to Shinya's R.1. 

I like Shinya.

Different question.

When Bullet Hail activates the camera angle changes slightly. Same for Treasure Demons, although there's a bit of pause when that happens. It pauses a bit with Disaster Shadows too.

Depending on how much money you have. Getting 100K Yen could potentially help you.

"Just make sure no one sees you". Sure Morgana, nobody's going to see me building bombs and lock picks in class.

"Please leave". 🤣🤣 Look I know Akechi reads more as a yandere in Vanilla, but holy shit. 🤣🤣

Even though Chihaya's older than you. Her romance is pretty cute.

Slightly different question.

I love all the Sonic references.

Morgana doesn't tell you if there's any targets left in the area. Nor does he tell you about where they are. You just have to keep going down and wait till he says something at the start.

Treasure Demons Null all elements they're not weak to. I've only seen that in Strikers, on Merciless. In Royal, they resist.

Also, Stone Of Scone is weak to curse, not fire.

Orlov is weak to curse and found in Sae's Palace.

Different question.

"You're always free". Damn, Futaba.🤣🤣 Poor man has to solve the whole of Tokyo's problems+save the world and you deliver that sick of a burn.

"It's not like there's any customers here". 🤣🤣

"You just had to get close to me". 🙄🙄 Dude, you're the one who wouldn't leave me alone! I've been trying to stay away from you!

"Please leave"x2

They moved Mishima-Dome Town back from 10-9 to 11-3. I've taken that meeting once. I wanted points on Shinya.

They turned 10-10 into a normal hangout. In Royal, you go to Nakano and meet Iwai.

Slightly different question.

"Oh please, give me a break". 🤣🤣 I love the way he says that.