#I’m so excuted to finish it

[whumpsoda]

“Well I’m not your fucking- your stupid puppy anymore, okay?” Graham growled, shaking his head and cradling his bleeding finger with a quivering hand.

“So then why are you acting like one trying to follow me everywhere, try- trying to be there for my every move? Being all needy?”

“Because-!” Pounding his fist to the wood, Graham roared, “Because I have to! You just don’t get it!”

Wesley’s voice lost it’s edge then, begging, “Then make me get it, Graham.”

[pandorasfavorite]

My idea is a Dominik x Pregnant!Reader. She's sitting in the garage, watching him workout (they turned it into a home gym), because it's her favorite thing to do, and she takes a picture of him when he's done. They have a sweet moment before he goes to take a shower.

Our hobby.

AN: short and sweet because I only got 3 hours of sleep last night 😴.

They have been together for a total of 5 years now, a long time, long enough to own a home and start a family. You always held a passion for working out at the start of your career and Dominik decided to indulge in your hobby as a loving husband would. Dominik actually became extremely fond of working out and he’s done it even more sense his wife became pregnant.

You made the hard decision of not working out in your at home gym during your pregnancy just to limit any risks. Dominik agreed with you and made a promise that he would work out so you could watch and still be happy with your hobby.

You sat and watched Dominik work out for 45 minutes now all he has left is 35 crunches to finish his set. This is your favorite part of the day, watching your toned husband work out in a tanktop and beanie sweating and in mild pain, but smiling nonetheless. But the absolute best part about it is that he definitely knows what he is doing. Hanging his gold chain on his chin, most importantly making eye contact with you wholw he finishes his reps.

He grins like a maniac beyond entertained watching his wife’s eyes glued to him. You snap out of your trance when he sits up and wraps his arms around his knees catching his breath. Dominik winks at you still breathing heavy, you roll your eyes playfully before leaning backwards to retrieve your phone quickly. You sit facing him with your legs out forward while you try and distract him, “Well don’t you look cute” you remark. Dominiks once seductive grin turns into a large goofy smile and you make quick work snapping a picture of him.

Dramatic as ever Dom’s mouth drops in shock and he places a hand over his heart, acting as if he was wounded. “You didn’t” he comments, knowing damn well you did. You laugh rubbing your stomach as instinct, you nod “Oh yes I did”. Like clock work Dom snorts out a laugh at the playful banter. Through the process of “shock” Dom’s body adjusted and now he is relaxed but coated in sweat from his work out. You can see Dominik finally take notice of his body by the way his lips purse together in disgust.

You smile a little; always wanting to pester him, you crinkle your nose in “disgust” and wave a hand in front of your face. You hold back your laughter and manage to excute your joke, “Smelling kinda rank there babe”. Dominik flies up off the floor and steps back one step making you a scene, “I’m going to go shower. You gonna join me mi amor?”, he smiles down at you wiping his face with a towel. You take a moment and act like your pondering your options, “hmm I don’t knowww”. Dominik rolls his eyes and sticks out a hand for you pulling you up on you’re feet.

Both his hands cup the side of your face expertly, he kisses your lips and pulls off with a loud “muawhhh”. Dominik always showing his love in huge ways, “let’s go”.

[vykko]

Ok I know it’s no one job to congratulate me but my ass say down and did work for hours straight and actually got work done well instead of get so exhausted my work isn’t godd

TAKE THAT EXCUTIVE DISFUNTION

haha I’ve almost finished my assignment

I have just got the lady but which is dealing with unreal engine

and then submit if it in teams for feed back

then I’m fucking fone

and I can do whatever I fucking want with no guilt

IM UNSTOPPABLE

[garoujo]

good day emmie! hope you’re not overworking yourself 💛 how’s your week been so far?

aaaaa hewo hi nonnie ໒(＾ᴥ＾)७ !!! i am trying my best i promise ,, my week has been okayyy ‘ts been a lil slow and i’ve been v sleepy but it’s almost the weekend n im going shopping on saturday yay < 3 i hope you’ve had a good week also ^3^ n hope ur also having the best day mwah !!!

[i-am-just-a-kiddo]

tag game

thank you @intyalote! 💕 tagging @rose-nebulijia, @the-cloud-whisperer, @sassyassassy and @cortue, with no pressure of course

three ships: (i’m naming the ones that currently destroy me) 

Yoon Hwa Pyeung/Choi Yoon (The Guest 2018) 

Matteo Florenzi/David Schreibner (DRUCK 2018-?)

Sean/White and Yok/Dan (Not Me: The Series) 

first ever ship: 12 year old me was all over Hikaru/Kaoru (Ouran Highschool Host Club), you can all go excute me now, feel free. i don’t care 

last song:  희생양 (Feat. Sweet Sorrow) by Epik High ❤

last film: I am not counting Troy (2005) cause my flatmate and I decided we can’t go through this whole trainwreck, not even ironically, so we ended it halfway. I’m saying Rurouni Kenshin: The Beginning instead, which we watched before that! It was my first time checking one of those movies and I’m excited for the rest. I enjoyed it a lot so far; it’s so incredibly satisfying to watch a (kinda) historical movie with high production AND amazing fight scenes. Most memorable moment: Kenshin smiling down on his radishes 💕

currently reading: I have around eight unfinished books rn, but actively I’m reading  Poetry and Painting in Song China. The Subtle Art of Dissent 2000, by Alfreda Murck and Senses of the City: Perceptions of Hangzhou and Southern Song China 1127-1279, Ed. Joseph S. C. Lam, Lin Shuen-fu/Christian de Pee/Martin Powers. Both of these are for my seminar paper. 

currently watching: I’m keeping updated with Not Me: The Series and Kei x Yaku weekly. Apart from that I’m watching Move To Heaven, which is very beautiful so far. I also watched through half of Fish Upon The Sky, but I’m not sure if I want to finish it currently, i’m kind of annoyed by it. I don’t have much time lately so I haven’t really been watching much. Kind of want to rewatch Beyond Evil? 

currently consuming: coffee

currently craving: more coffee and summer salads in all variations

[wizkiddx]

honeymoon morning

Honestly I apologise in advance bcos this is pure sickening, god awful fluff. It’s shit bit fluffy af and warmed my cold heart of stone a little ahah. Kinda imagined that its actress!reader too, but doesn’t acc have to be (oh and for the purposes of the story also married Haz off to the readers best mate). On a real, really didn’t excute the idea the way I wanted but hey-ho. T x 

Summary: the morning after the wedding and there are some beans to be spilt in between all the happiness

The best morning of her life. Y/n knew it would be just that. I mean, it already was - she woke up in the arms of the man she loved, that she could now call her husband forever and ever. Tom looked glorious; still asleep as he lay on his back, slightly tilted toward her side and his arm outstretched as if he was waiting for her to come back to bed and join him. Even unconscious, Y/n still wanted to please him in everyday possible so she did just as he wanted. Tiptoeing from the doorway on their ensuite, she pulled the cord of the white silk robe slightly tighter round her stomach. Before she lay down next to her husband, she smiled gently and pulled her still wet hair to one side, smelling like apples of the hotels free sample shampoos. As if rehearsed, as soon as she settled on the white pillows, ontop of Tom’s outstretched arm, he rolled almost ontop of her, throwing his other arm over her side and squeezed. Y/n couldn’t repress that little giggle his actions illicited, making the brunette around her groan and mumble something incoherent meanwhile pressing his head further into her hair. 

Which made him pull back and slowly blink awake with a scowl. Her hair was still wet. 

“Hi husband” She grinned, loving the way his scowl at being awoken morphed into this shit eating smile. 

“My beautiful wife huh?” Tom tucked a clump of damp hair behind her ear before letting his palm rest on her glowing cheek and just staring into her seemingly ever changing eyes. No matter how many times he looked into them, Tom always managed to see something different and exciting in them. Something else to fall deeply and helplessly in love with. 

“Yesterday was…”

“Everything.” Tom finished off for her, before pressing his lips to hers as she shifted to lean over him. 

“Uh-huh. But now it’s today. Which means… you gotta get up!” She eventually got to the point, sitting up and therefore avoiding his second attempt to meet lips, once again making him pout. 

“Is it too much to ask to just spend a day in bed with my wife?” His wife. Boy did that sound like music to her ears.

“Yes because everyone is waiting downstairs for us at breakfast!”

“They can wait there till tomorrow for all I care.” Indignantly, Tom closed his eyes pretending to go back to sleep.

“And… because I got you a marriage present.” That got his attention. Eyes flying open, as he pushed himself up so he was sitting against the headboard of the big four poster bed, Tom looked quizzically at his wife. His wife. 

Giggling at his oh-so-predictable reaction, Y/n leaned off the bed to pickup the small gift wrapped box on the floor.

“Y/n you really shouldn’t have I didn’t know we were doing this-“

“Oh shut up and open it would you?”

“Unless this is a toy for… you know, then you really should have.” Even half asleep, Tom still had something on his mind.

“Tom! Just open it before you ruin the moment anymore.” She wasn’t really mad. She was smirking and jokingly rolling her eyes at his idiocy. He was her idiot though. With a confused look, Tom followed her instructions, carefully unwrapping the silvery gift paper to reveal a navy blue velvet box. He looked up momentarily to question Y/n, who just gestured for him to open it. Going at a painfully slow speed, he lifted it up to reveal an old and tattered watch. It had a cracked glass front yet Tom could still see the ‘Rolex’ logo branded onto the face of it. 

Not going to lie - he was confused. Y/n knew he already had multiple nice watches he wore regularly. All of those were in better nick than this. 

“I umm-“

“It’s an old Rolex. I thought you could do it up like your dad did for you.” She whispered, with this massive smile just because she knew Tom still didn’t understand.

“Oh I er… I mean I could I’m not sure-“ Tom stammered, she seemed so proud of herself, yet he couldn’t really understand why and didn’t want to disappoint her. To be fair him being a bit slow wasn’t an uncommon thing, Tom would hold hid hands up and admit he wasn’t the smartest. Whereas and completely unknown to most people, Y/n was really really clever, I mean she was nearly going to be a doctor. That was one of the things Tom absolutely loved too, the way she would be able to make leaps and figure things out the average person would just stare at confused. So fair to say, she was used to explaining things to him. 

“You know your Dad gave it to his first born on their eighteenth, your eighteenth birthday. And I thought you could do with all the 18 years because I dont fancy you as a professional watch-fixer.” Tom was still absolute clueless, waiting for more of an explanation. 

“18 years?” The number seeming a bit random but oddly specific to Tom.

“Well you know… 18 years from now when your son or daughter turns into an adult. When they aren’t our little baby anymore.” She whispered, taking his hands in her and pressing it against her ever so slightly bloated stomach. 

And then finally it clicked. His eyes grew impossibly wide, pressing lightly on her silk-clad stomach as he sat forwards.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Tommy we are going to be parents!” She smiled whilst nodding, totally enamoured by the look of sheer joy on his face. 

“This isn’t a joke right?”

“No I swear to you. 12 weeks yesterday.”

“You’re serious? We’re going to be parents?” Y/n just nodded in response this time, before instantaneously Tom’s lips were on hers, pouring all the passion and love and excitement that he could on her. After a few moments they pulled away, yet keeping their faces impossibly close.

“I love you”

“I love you and… well I love them too.” Y/n was so in love with the man in front of him. He just was going to be the best Dad in the world and there was no-one she would rather start this journey with. In complete honesty, yesterday the first thing she’d wanted to do when she saw Tom standing at the altar was tell him. It had been impossible, the last weeks of keeping ‘shtum’. But she’d only found out when she noticed she was 3 weeks late on her period, by which point Tom was away filming. They’d agreed that so they both had a quality honeymoon, to finish any backlog of work before the wedding, so it was a 8 week holiday with just the two of them. It had also made the reunion that much better, having been apart for almost 2 months before the wedding. 

“You want to see them? I had the scan really early yesterday morning?” It was an unnecessary question, as soon as Y/n even mentioned it Tom bolted up like an excited puppy. With a knowing laugh, Y/n then slipped her hand under the pillow to produce the little white card and offering it to him. Tom took the card, while with his other hand pulling her flush with his chest so she was sitting half on his lap. Slowly Tom lifted the front of the card, to reveal the black ultrasound print. For all he knew that could be an ultrasound of elephant dung; but the fact that he had it on good authority it was his wife and baby, Tom swore he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Knowing he was more than hopeless at this, Y/n took him through slightly different blobs on the picture, demonstrating the head, an arm, a foot. 

“Why didn’t you tell me though? You had to do this by yourself?”

“By the time I found out myself you were already in new york and… well its not something to say over the phone is it?”

“Y/n as perfect as this is, you could’ve sent me a text for all I care. I wouldn’t have let you do this on your own! Have you been sick or-“

“Not technically on my own… don’t be mad but Y/f/n was there when I took the test, she was the one who said I should.”

“I should’ve guessed that to be fair” Tom rolled his eyes playfully, of course Y/f/n knew they were basically joint at the hip. She probably sensed it with her best friend powers.

“And yeh mornings aren’t very fun but thats supposed to ease now we’re over the first trimester.”

“I-fuck I don’t know what to say… I just love you.”

“And that is all I’ve ever wanted.” She whispered against his lips before they connected once again. It was just so full of gentle, care and love for each other. The moment was just perfect… until her phone rang. 

Y/n pulled away, receiving an almost whine from her husband, reaching to answer her phone. 

“Hey… yeh yeh I know we are on our way, just had some news to spill… I think he’s happy yeh-“ she giggled, as she watched Tom gently pull back the sides of her robe to reveal her belly. At only 12 weeks, she was barely showing at all but now Tom looked he didn’t understand how he hadn’t noticed last night. “-… I’m not sure let me check hang on” Y/n spoke into the receiver again, Tom already knew the moment it rang it would only be Y/f/n. Only she would have the audacity to interrupt the couple the morning after their wedding. 

“Tom so… I kind of made arrangements just incase, because this is a pretty good time just because everyones here. But I figured you might want to keep it a secret for a bit when its just us that know?” He looked toward the window, apparently deep in thought, before turning back to her. 

“I’m spoiler king right? Might be safest to tell them before I explode.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeh course, you know I can’t keep a secret, one look at Haz and he’ll know something is up”

“Actually he might already know too-“

“WHAT”

[anapologethicc]

there’s always a shit ton to be mad about but today i’m RAGING about every single post or person that tells me to ‘live in the moment’ or ‘make the best of what you have been given’ because it’s never gonna come back and whatever else fuck shit is similar. cause sometimes i can’t do either and why do i have to be made to feel so much shame and guilt for it. 

like ‘if you’re not hanging out with friends during uni or out partying’ then what even are you doing. or ‘ohmygod you’re so lucky to have this opportunity you should make the best of it’ THERE IS MORE THAN ONE WAY TO LIVE LIFE!

and i’m just so fucking tired of hearing it. because people literally do not even TRY to understand what’s it’s like to be constantly overwhelmed by everything and having so much anxiety that it paralyzes you. but ‘everyone gets stressed and anxious’ YES BUT IT’S FUCKING DIFFERENT. 

if i’m overwhelmed and anxious. everything i hear and see is amplified by a thousand. every sound, every touch, every conversation, every person. EVERYTHING IS TOO MUCH. i can’t fucking think or even breathe. 

YOU don't function like me. YOUR BRAIN makes happy brain bubbles at a normal rate and so YOU have the fucking energy to go out every other day. MY BRAIN gives me happy brain bubbles whenever the fuck it feels like it. I have to keep a fucking reserve for happy brain bubbles. YOU don't get exhausted after too much social interaction. I go out ONCE and i can barely function the next day because my brain’s used all my saved up happy bubbles. 

YOUR ability to work isn't dependent on if your brain decides it's time for eXcUTivE DySFuNctIOn. I can want to finish 20 assignments and even if i try my hardest I won’t even be able to type a single fucking words for days on end. Because my brain just sending “ERROR 404″ signals to the rest of my body, so i sit there in paralysis until it decided to fucking fix itself. 

i’m so fucking mad because no matter how many times i try to explain this to people. they just never fucking get it. even when they say ‘oh it’s okay. take ur time to get better and recharge’ at the end it turns out to be ‘omg you ALWAYS do this and cancel plans’  and then i feel guilty and shameful for being myself and functioning in ways that other people don’t. 

even in school. it’s the same. ‘we have so much time. why don’t you start your assignment sooner’ I PHYSICALLY CANNOT. how else would you like me to put it??? my brain is overwhelmed and paralyzed to the point where it WILL NOT FUNCTION if it doesn’t want to. i can’t complete out of class assignments. and it won’t matter that i was the most active participant in class. 

everyone around me makes me feel so stupid for not being able to do simple things like going out when i want to, or even simple things like picking up clothes lying around my bedroom, or a short reflection assignment. and i just. i’m so tired of explaining that i just can’t do it. 

i’m constantly exhausted not because i’m doing too much. but because i spend all day trying to live my life in ways others won’t question it. i repress everything that comes naturally and try to work like everyone else does and it EXHAUSTS me. and just makes it worse most days. 

and i know a lot of people struggle with it. but no one around me seems to feel how i feel or even understand how hard everyday is. it’s waking up in the morning realizing that i cannot do it today and still having to just fucking do it because ‘everyone else seems to be fine’ even if they say they didn’t sleep last night or are tired. but it’s not the same. because they’ll be the same people who say ‘stop procastinating/ putting it away. and just get it done’ 

this was a very long rant because since the start of this year all i’ve been doing is working. either doing a part-time job, in a meeting, working on a research project or paper, discussing an upcoming project, doing an assignment, scheduling in something else in my schedule. and it wasn’t until i talked to a counsellor earlier 2 days ago that i just felt angry instead of feeling shameful or guilty for once.

the counsellor was asking me about my anxiety and my constant overwhelmed-ness and my constant exhaustion. and she was like ‘i can’t imagine what it must be to live your life, it must be so tiring and so hard’ and i feel like that was the first time someone had validated my feelings that way in real life. and i was in shock and just said ‘yeah’ while nervously laughing. because literally every other time i’ve tried to talk to a friend irl about this. i get responses like “take some rest” or “try it this way” or “try doing this instead”. even when i’m only asking to be listened to i always get handed solutions i didn’t ask for. 

my counsellor, she then asked me if it was okay for us to discuss strategies together in our next session which just. SHE ASKED ME?!?!? IF IT WAS OKAY?!?!? like hell yeah!! and didn’t give me unsolicited advice. she asked for my grades. which were actually really good since i had an overload of courses and still managed a 3.2gpa in a uni where profs are always unimpressed. she then told me that if i was having a bad day, i could afford to submit an assignment late or even miss a class because i was being too hard on myself. 

anyways. the point of this very long and just frustrated rant is that. everyone functions differently. and i sometimes hate how the world around me is just not built to make me feel comfortable in any way whatsoever. there’s stupid social rules to follow (half of which i don’t even fucking understand and the other half are stoopid). school curriculums are rigid and you have to finish everything within a certain period of time or else u fail (like what the fuck is up with that). and your emotions have to be just right (like you can’t be overexcited because ohmygod don’t be annoying or dramatic and you can’t be apathetic because ohmygod don’t you have feelings). i feel things on the EXTREME. girly there is NO in between. take it or fuck off. 

and PEOPLE BREATHE SO FUCKING LOUD RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR EAR. and you’re not allowed to tell them this information because it’s rude or whatever (this one day i forgot my earphones omw to campus and worst 2 hours of traveling back and forth i’ve done. went home and cried because there were too many fucking sounds in my head) i’ve literally trained myself to never breakdown in whatever way in public EVER. all my life i’ve just tried to shove myself into a stupid societal mold. and it’s only been a year or two since i’ve even had the vocabulary or even the knowledge to be able to express why i feel and what i feel. and it’s been a learning and unmasking process of sorts. 

but it’s just exhausting. everything is. just be more considerate i guess. also sometimes people just need you to listen and not give unsolicited advice. sometimes people just need a little extra support to walk the same path you’re walking. just because certain things comes easier to you doesn’t mean they come just as easy to them. everyone’s different. and just because they can’t do certain things in certain ways doesn’t make them dumber or slow. they just function differently and process things differently, they feel things differently and express themselves differently. that doesn’t make them awkward or weird. it makes them human and it makes them who they are. 

and last but not least. i’ve gone my entire life feeling so much shame and guilt for having so much anxiety or for having ADHD or for being on the spectrum. and i’m tired of it. i want to do my best to remind myself that i’m not weird or broken or awkward or dumb. I’m different and I’m human and that’s okay. to me and everyone else reading this. Never let anyone or even yourself let you feel shame or guilt for being you <3 You are lovely and wonderful and you deserve the entire world and everything more for being you in this wonky world <3

[magnhild]

A Happy Review (kind of) of Ikenfell

Having ADHD means that I have a lot of trouble getting into new media if I’m hyperfixating on something else. As any follower of mine is no doubt aware, my current one is RWBY, and has been for a while. But with the show’s mid-volume hiatus underway, I ended up left in a void with nothing to fill it.

Two days ago, I had a friend reccomened to me a little indie RPG called Ikenfell. I’d never heard of it, but I was told it has a great number of LGBT+ characters, options to make gameplay easier, content warnings, and music composed by the great  Aivi & Surasshu, who you might know as the composers of Steven Universe. This grabbed my interest, but I found myself sketpical that it could be that good, and that the representation, in particular, was largely exaggerated and probably just mild implication. 

Nevertheless, I started the game the next day, intending to play for an hour or so before putting it down again, warning my friend that I was unlikely to get too invested in it.

Almost exactly 12 hours later, I found myself watching the epilogue play out with misty eyes, having finished the game and having gotten deeply pulled into it.

This game was everything it was promised to me and so much more. Between the representation, the accessibility options, and the overall charm of the game, Ikenfell ended up being laregly enjoyable and something truly special; a hidden gem in the plethora of video games released in 2020.

The game follows Maritte Hildegaard, a non-magical teenage girl, on the search for her yes-magical sister Safina, a witch attending the school of Ikenfell. A basic premise on the surface, but the story itself has a lot of neat little twists and turns that all come together for a satisfying story worthy of being animated someday. It probably won’t be, but hey, I can’t dream, right?

To begin with, I didn’t find myself too fond of the battle system, not because I found it flawed, but simply because I personally struggle with video game battles and they can also cause me a great deal of pain due to my connective tissue disorder and chronic shoulder pain. I was getting way too frustrated, even agaisnt smaller enemies, and was ready to put the game down after yet another failure agaisnt the same single boss. Tied alongside the fact you cannot see your enemy’s HP, making strategixing more difficult, I was ready to say that I wasn’t a huge fan of the game.

That is, until I found out about instant victory, an option in the settings that allows you to be given the chance to instantly skip literally any battle in the game, with no negative conequences and all of the rewards. For more avoid gamers, it might be tempting to mark this as a flaw that makes the game ‘too easy’, but is very much optional, and anyone who wants the challenge can play without it if they wish. But for disabled people like me, who also get easily stressed, it was an absolute Godsend that allowed me to focus more on the story and characters, which was what I really cared about.

On the note of characters, the representaion mentioned earlier is certianly no exxageration, with just about every named character being explicily LGBT+ in a way that I’ve never seen before in officially published media. I’m not just talking wlw and mlm characters, though there were plenty. No, the characters aren’t only diverse in sexuality, but in gender as well. Of the six playable characters, three- an entire half- of them are nonbinary. Several human nonbinary characters. And it goes even further- only one of these characters uses they/them pronouns. Why is that good? Because not all nonbinary people do. And that’s something that is severely overlooked by those with binary genders. One of them uses he/him pronouns, and the other uses ze/zir pronouns. You read that right. A main character in a video game, in media at all, that uses neopronouns. Now, I am fully aware that neopronouns have been used in media before; my own set were coined by a book, in fact. But in all of these cases that I’m aware of, they are used exclusively for non-human characters; aliens, bringing an implcation that neopronouns are nonhuman. This case, as far as I’m aware, is the first case that they are used to reflect and represent real human beings, and it is absolutely incredible. The LGBT+ representation in this game is amazing, but there is something very special and signifigant about a black, human, adult character, using neopronouns.

Even better yet is that this is all in the game completely casually, with no fanfare, no dramatic coming-out plotlines, no treatment as if it is anything but normal. Even the one instance of a character accidentally misgender another comes with a quick apology and correction with no big deal. Better yet is that terms like ‘gay’ and ‘nonbinary’ are explicitly used in-text as well, rather than avoiding the use of them as many other instances of LGBT+ characters in media do.

Aside from individual LGBT+ characters, the game also boasts five LGBT+ couples over the course of the story, though one is only sen in flashbacks and another is only mentioned between scenes. Nevertheless, it’s easy to become invested in the slight romantic aspects of the story.

SPOILERS AHEAD

One of these romances is between Ibn Oxley and Bax Twiford, and it’s the first one we see hinted at in the game. During the stoy’s climax, Bax is fatally wounded and I felt a heavy weight in the pit of my stomach, even tweeting an out-of-context ‘OH NO’ to confused and concerened followers. MLM couples in media are all-too-often doomed to fail, usually by way of having one half of the couple be killed off. I feared this would be the same case here, to the only MLM couple in the game, and resigned to it with a hevay heart.

Except, the game surprised me again, and saved Bax before he died, allowing for both characters to get their happy ending. In fact, all of the characters get at least somewhat of a happy ending, a refreshing detail for a sap like me. I was espeically pleased when I sat through the credits, praying for an epilogue that would confirm soemthing I was hoping for, being sure I wouldn’t get it, and then i got it. Every writing choice made felt like one of my own, albiet excuted better, with far more professionalism. It felt so utterly refreshing to have everything turn out the way I wanted it to.

Even decisons made outside of representaion satisified me, like Safina not being forgiven by Maritte after everything she’d done, including keeping Maritte’s entire existance from her friends. In many instances these days, it’s all-too-common for a character to do terrible things, only to be forgiven by everyone the moment they apologie, and it can be a bit frustrating if you’re someone who knows that nobody should ever feel obligated to forgive someone who hurt them, and that an apology is more than just saying ‘sorry’. It was yet another case of the story going exactly as I’d wanted it to.

END SPOILER WARNING

Ikenfell feels just like a fanfiction, and I mean that in the best possible way. Not because it’s exceedingly trope-y, or because it feels amature in any way, but because it doesn’t feel like something that was written for pleasing the (cishet and white) masses when it comes to its representation. The large majority of creators looking to publish their work will avoid going all-out with representation in fear of the classic ‘it’s not realistic’ critisism, with only fanfiction authors usually having the guts to make all of their characters LGBT+, because they’re writing for themselves and a small audience of people who enjoy the same things as them. Ikenfell has this same feel; it wasn’t created to be a huge, wildly popular, chart-topping game, it was created to be something that the people it represented could enjoy. It is the purest kind of video game, not one made for profit or attention, but simply because the creators wanted to create it. The fanfiction vibe also makes a lot of sense, considering the fact that was inspired by them- which may explain why I, laregly a fanfiction writer, agree with so much of its choices.

The game may not be everyone’s thing, but if you’re disabled, LGBT+, a POC, of even just someone who ejoys cute fantasy RPGs, I implore you to buy and play the game, because even my words can’t fully capture what an incredible game it is. There’s stuff I haven’t even mentioned, like the beuatiful music, the great visuals, and the many, many cats, so please, go and check it out for yourself.

Thank you for reading, and thank you to every single person who worked on Ikenfell for crafting such a lovely and inclusive game.

[prettybirdy979]

Fic: Aziraphale/Crowley ‘We’ll face this together, alright?’

Another ficlet, from this prompt list. At some point I’ll get bored of doing these but it is not this day!

Crowley snores lightly as Aziraphale puts a blanket over him, head rolling to the side. Aziraphale can’t help but smile at the sleeping demon on his couch, a luxury they never would have allowed themselves just two days ago. The danger of just being a demon in the bookshop was high for Crowley, let alone being a sleeping one.

‘Dream of what you like best,’ Aziraphale says, a small blessing in his voice. Crowley snores in response.

Grinning now at his dramatic demon, Aziraphale goes to his desk. He’s so behind in everything, what with all that’s happened, he should take advantage of this moment to catch up. 

‘Let’s see,’ he mutters to himself as he works through the piles of paper on his desk. Three books awaiting restoration - and their owner a lecture on the treatment of books - for Mr Smith, two orders for particular editions he should be able to source for them, easily done and a report for Heaven du-

Oh.

Aziraphale stares at the report, started last week. He remembers writing it, remembers setting it up so he could report on how exactly he’d thwarted Crowley and saved the world, packaged for Heaven’s sensibilities. 

Now it’s the last report he’ll ever do for Heaven and he’s never going to submit it.

‘Oh,’ he says, looking at the words of his past self that seem so foreign to him now. This self writes like Heaven cares about the world, like it didn’t try to excut- no. Murder. Murder him with Hellfire. 

Just for caring more for humanity than winning a stupid battle.

Aziraphale picks the report up. He searches through his desk for every piece of scrap that went into it, making sure he’s not missed a thing. Then he miracles up a steel bucket and drops the lot in.

One match is all it takes to start it burning.

He does, however, forget about the smell of smoke as he watches the report curl up into ash.

‘Aziraphale!’

Crowley sprints into the room, eyes wide and panting. He freezes at the sight of Aziraphale, sitting in his chair and watching a bucket of flames.

‘What are you doing?’ he screams, snapping the bucket away. ‘Fire indoors! In this we- Oh no angel, what’s wrong?’ 

Aziraphale blinks at the change of tone. ‘Wrong?’

‘You’re crying.’ Crowley says softly, moving to stand beside him. He puts a gentle hand on Aziraphale’s shoulder. ‘What happened?’

Aziraphale raises a hand to check and huh. He is crying. When did that happen?

‘Aziraphale?’ Crowley asks and he sounds so defeated, so sad. 

‘My report to Heaven,’ Aziraphale says, nodding towards the bucket. ‘I wrote it last week. I was going to finish it after, sum up how we saved the world so Heaven could approve it because they would have. They should have.’

‘Angel-’

‘They SHOULD HAVE!’ Aziraphale roars, his heart pounding as the numbness fades into righteous anger. ‘They should have instead of trying to hide it and and and try to ki...to kill....to...’

Crowley pulls Aziraphale off his chair and into a hug. ‘I know angel,’ he says. as Aziraphale clings to him. ‘I know.’

‘I know myself. I’m not very good at facing things, at letting myself think about things that don’t add up. But I can’t this time. I have to face what they did,’ Aziraphale whispers into Crowley’s shoulder. ‘I have to face what they are.’

‘Our side angel. We’ll face this together, alright?’

Aziraphale tightens his grip. ‘I have to face what I did to you.’

Crowley tenses for a moment, then kisses Aziraphale’s cheek. ‘I forgive you.’

Aziraphale feels more tears in his eyes at the gesture. ‘I still have to face it.’

‘Then do so knowing I forgive you,’ Crowley says and holds him tighter.

In a little while Aziraphale will have to let go and do something. Follow through on his thoughts and be braver than he’s ever tried to be.

But for now, he can cling to Crowley and bask in a forgiveness he is determined to earn. 

[sapphicambitions]

So as someone who started watching Black Sails because I was told it has a “happy” ending and has now finished the show and dedicated my life to the show, I’m going to respectfully disagree with the notion that the ending is happy.

It has a good ending. Oh my god, the ending is fucking excellent. It is one of the best endings I’ve ever seen in Television history. It has an ending that is carefully thought out and clearly planned and well excuted. It is truly the climax of the show and the culmination of the characters’ arcs and it is the pay off of four seasons of build up and it works. It works so well. It is a satisfying ending and an accurate ending in a historical sense and how it relates to Treasure Island. But while there were parts of it that were happy, that brought me great joy, joy that made me weep, I wouldn’t call it like your traditional “happy” ending because honestly my dude it was also deeply tragic.

And like, I’m fine with that because I’m a slut for tragedy! I want my endings to have my sobbing on the floor and make my chest ache. Like that’s my shit! I purposefully sign up for things that I know are gonna make me cry my eyes out like I’m calling in a take out order like “hello yes can I get one emotional catharsis please? extra yearning on the side, yes please” and the Black Sails finale 100% checked off all of my emotional boxes of things I want in a catharsis and will stick with me for the rest of my life

But it def wasn’t the “happy” ending I thought it was going to be lmao

[exo-stentialism]

How do you always know how to excute the plan/the gifset you thought about?

this is kinda difficult to answer because i rarely know what something will look like when it’s done... i just get started with the clips i see in my head and go from there! usually i make a folder for my comp sets and arrange the gifs as i finish them to see if they look cohesive and so i can arrange them in a way i like! it’s not uncommon for me to change things halfway through or to make more gifs than i’ll end up using, but i think that’s part of the process.

here is the folder for my exo-l revival week 5 set:

you can see that the arrangement is different on both sides because i was trying to decide how they looked best. i also initially wanted them to be tall gifs to add some interest and because i don’t feel confident in making the 2 width 5 long sets but after seeing it like this, it just didn’t look right to me so i remade them!

you can see again that the arrangements are different because i was trying to decide how everything should be laid out. it’s obvious though that changing the size and making 10 gifs instead of 9 was the correct decision.

i don’t know if this is helpful, but i hope it shows that gifmaking for me is pretty... organic? i kinda just let the sets go where they go and don’t force an idea to work if it isn’t working. i try not to spend a lot of time on planning because to be honest, the actual *making* part is what i enjoy about editing... it’s why i can edit the same performances a ton of times and not get bored!! like i’ve said before too, i’m highly visual so i need to actually see my gifs to make sets the way i want. if i just think about what i want to make instead of actually trying to make it, i’ll never make anything. 

[woshuaaa]

spoilers for BL3

i made some fixes for what i thought were weak points in-game. they personally made sense to me, feel free to tell me what yall think??

Maya, Ava and Krieg.

You meet maya on Athenas, and at some point along the way, she sidetracks a bit. 

“I have to go find my… friend. Yeah, lets call him that. He should be near the cemetery.”

You get to the cemetery where you’re greeted by the mountain of a psycho known as Krieg. He’s screaming about poop trains or ribcages or something along those lines.

“This is Krieg, he and I were crimson raiders a few years back.” “RIDING DEATH BOMBS TOGETHER!” “Speaking of which, Krieg, where’s Ava? You were supposed to keep an eye on her. In the library.” “RRRRGHGHH CONSTRAINTS OF A SKULL SPLITTER!” “I warned you Krieg. If she gets hurt it’s your fault. Come on vault hunter, this way.”

You continue through the rest of the mission as normal, but now there’s an extra occupant in maya and ava’s room. 

Upon killing the rampager, Ava shows up again, with Krieg trailing behind. Krieg could be less than interested and is just tossing rocks around.

You exit the vault and catch Maya scolding Krieg for not keeping Ava on the ship like she asked. Tyreen and Troy show up, and assume Krieg is just another psycho. “Hey there follower! You did good, capturing the Vault Thief and an extra siren! Should make you Eridium tier for that. You’ll be rewarded when we open the great vault.” Kreig cocks his head to one side in confusion, but for once is silent. 

Tyreen gets Ava by the throat and Maya has Troy in a chokehold, and Krieg is clearly confused on what to do as he looks back and forth between the two rapidly. Troy reaches up and grabs maya, and Krieg goes into a bloodlust, screaming and charging at Troy full speed. “Troy!” Tyreen shouts, dropping ava to rush to her brothers aid. When Krieg tackles Troy, maya drops, tattoos gone, and makes her way over to Ava. Troy and Tyreen get a grip on Krieg, with Troys robot arm wrapped around Kriegs neck. “Rule number one, follower: never betray the family.” Tyreen sneers through gritted teeth as she begins to drain krieg. “Krieg!” Maya screams, and she tries to run toward them, when Tyreen uses an energy pulse to send them flying back further. 

“Maya…. I.. love… you…” Krieg says as his eyes glaze over, and he turns into a husk, which quickly falls into a pile of dust. “No! Krieg!” Maya cries, tears streaming down her face. “Well, that takes care of that. Oh, eugh, ew, i think I got some psycho dust in my mouth, eugh, ew!” tyreen says, gagging. “Atlas! Ty, we gotta go!” Troy says, grabbing his sisters arm. They phase away as a squad of Atlas troops storm the vault, seeing nothing more than the three.

“Krieg…” Maya says sadly. 

“There’s nothing we could do, Maya. Lets get back to Santcuary.” Moze says.

“I know he meant a lot to you Maya, but we have to get out of here.” Amara says.

“He was a good hunter, but his time has come. We will mourn on Sanctuary.” Fl4k says.

“It’s sad lass, but there’s nothing we can do for him now. Let’s get you back to the ship.” Zane says.

>Upon rejoining Lilith on the bridge.

“Oh no, Maya, Tyreen got you too?” “Not Tyreen, it was that Troy douchebag.” Ava says. Maya can’t bring herself to speak. “Krieg… They killed him.” Ava says, staring down at her shoes. 

“Damn. I’m sorry Maya. I knew how close you two were. He was a psycho, but a good one at that. I can tell you for sure that he’s riding the shiniest of meat bicycles up in the stars, eh?” Lilith says, trying to comfort maya.

>After the mission is complete, maya has a side mission available.

“Krieg was one of the best of us, vault hunter, and I want to honor him as best I can. Can you head down to Pandora and see if he left any echo logs?”

Here you can find a few logs mentioning how he feels about maya semi-sanely. Maya seems to be oblivious to the clues that Krieg liked her, until you get to the end of the cave where there’s an echo next to a small box. 

“Maya. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. 

Your the tink to my turret, the bullet in my mag, the sister to.. My brother? Agh no that..that came out wrong. What I’m trying to say is… will you ride this meat bicycle with me, and be my wife?” The box opens, revealing a poorly made ring made of scrap steel. “Well, what did you find?” Maya asks. 

“Ill show you up on the ship.” the vault hunter responds. Upon returning to sanctuary, you meet up with maya in her quarters. “What is it you needed to show me vault hunter?” The vault hunter places the ring box on the table and the echo plays for maya, and the box opens on cue. 

“Oh Krieg, you crazy, beautiful bastard you.” Maya says, on the brink of tears. “Thank you for doing this, vault hunter. It means… it means a lot to me.” She pays you and you get a legendary grenade mod called Kriegs buzz axe, that turns your grenades into a buzz axe that gets hurled at enemies. It has red text that says “IM THE CONDUCTOR OF THE POOP TRAIN!”

The next time you see Maya on Sanctuary, she’s wearing the ring Krieg made on a chain around her neck.

Gaige the Siren

“Hey killer. I’ve gotten word that another former raider is in trouble. I need you to go down and check on her, will ya?”

>Player goes down to pandora and meets Gaige and Deathtrap, who are in the middle of an assault. Pain and Terror get ahold of her during the assault, and she’s to be sacrificed to the twins as an offering. During the last third of the fight against the Agonizer 9000, she ~somehow~ (Hint: siren powers) manages to free herself and summon Deathtrap, and helps you finish off the fight. 

“Thanks for helping me out there, VH. Man, I must be getting rusty on my badassery. I’ll meet you up on Sanctuary, hey?”

>Continue through the game as normal, along with some additional bits with Gaige catching up with Zero and Maya, and mourning the loss of Krieg. 

“Hey, you didn’t think I’d let you fight those assholes alone, didja?” Gaige says she’s coming down to help you fight Troy. “Gaige, you cant-” “Lilith, Imma be real with ya for a sec, and uh, no. Im going, and you can’t fuckin stop me. Kay? Kay.” “If you’re going, I’m coming down too. That douchebag killed Krieg, and I can’t… I can’t risk losing you too.” Maya says, and she clearly isn’t backing down. “I’m the leader of the raiders, and I’m not letting you two kill yourselves down there.” Lilith says, frustrated. 

You go down to the cathedral of the twin gods, and Maya and Lilith say theyll meet you there. Gaige helps you fight through the bandit hoards.

“You’re too late vault thief! Tyreen and I are opening the great vault, you cant stop us now!” Gaige taps on Troys shoulder, and he turns around. “Guess again, jackass.” Gaige slugs him in the face with her metal arm, and there it is revealed that she has blue tattoo’s travelling up her arm and shoulder on the left side, same as her metal arm. As she punches him, her white siren wings appear behind her, and a title card pops up introducing her as “Gaige: the Siren: (whaaaaaat?)”

Gaige helps you out throughout the fight, occasionally summoning deathtrap and using phase shift (“Excuting Phaseshift, BITCHES!”)  to allow small turrets to pop up along with ammo boxes.

At the end of the fight, Lilith and Maya appear, and as Troy dies, Maya regains her powers back. 

“Gaige, when were you gonna tell us about this?” Lilith demands. “Well ya see, when… Y’know with the whole laying-low thing, I… okay look I know this seems bad, but I couldn’t figure out a good time. I didn’t even know what was happening, and it didn’t happen right away! A few years later, when I was off planet and trying to figure out my next move one day and bam! There they were.” “But the question is, how?” “Angel and I… talked. We liked to talk. Its not like anything personal, but it was nice. She was my first friend, and… I-I didn’t want anything to happen to that.” “So angel chose you?” Maya asks. “No, I-I don’t think so anyways.” “Maya what are you talking about?” Lilith asks. “Before a siren passes, it’s said that she must choose an apprentice, someone to pass her powers onto, and if she doesnt, her powers will just play the genetic lottery. The bond you two had must’ve meant something to Angel too, and she chose you to carry her powers.” Gaige looks at the tattoo’s on her arm and shoulder with newfound meaning. 

Gaige is significantly more impacted by the Childhoods End quest, for obvious reasons.

Gaige continues to play the role that Tannis did.

Liliths death.

(to clarify, i really think it’s time for lilith to give up her role. she’s been the main focus in 2/3 games now, and i personally think that its time for her to step down and go out in a truly badass way.)

“It feels nice to have these powers back. Like greeting an old friend.” Lilith says. “Hey uh guys? I don’t think we’re in the clear yet! Elpis is still tearing pandora apart!” Gaige yells. 

“Run towards the fire.” Lilith looks over at Ava and Maya. “Be ready Ava.”

“Lilith, what are you doing?” “Lilith, no!” Maya and Gaige plead with lilith, but she ignores them and takes off soaring towards Elpis.

“What the hell is she doing?!” Maya yells.

“She’s closing the great vault.” Ava responds.

“Is she insane? That’ll kill her!” Gaige cries.

“That’s the idea.” Ava looks up at lilith as she reaches elpis. 

Lilith phases Elpis away, leaving behind her insignia.

“She’s dead… She’s really dead.” Maya says sadly. “Not quite. She’s still lighting the way.” Ava says.

Ava suddenly doubles over and begins to float. “Ava? Ava what the hell is going on?!” Gaige shouts. A sudden burst of energy comes from Ava, revealing the bright orange wings of the Firehawk, paired with the tattoo’s now running down Ava’s arm.

“Those tattoo’s suit you, Ava.” Maya says, resting a hand on Ava’s shoulder. “She chose right, I can say that much.” Gaige says with a gentle smile. “C’mon Guys, let’s get back to the ship.” Gaige says, making her way out of the vault. Maya follows, and as Ava goes to leave, she turns back around, looking up at the Blazing Phoenix above her head. “Thanks, Lilith.” Ava says softly. “Ava, cmon!” Maya shouts. “Coming!” Ava quickly runs back to catch up to the others.

[marsartblog]

This is a fan art of Moe's Tavern from The Simpsons. I like The Simpsons and Homer is an iconic and very funny character. My favorite secondary characters are Moe Syslaks and Waylon Smithers. I like Moe because he is hilarious everytime he gets a prank call from Bart and he is a short tempered bartender, but he have caring side. I like Smithers, the devoted excutive assistant to Mr. Burns, because I find him being gay to be cute and despite working for an evil man, he is still a kind and goodhearted man.

This artwork took me so long to finish especially when I'm being patient with details. I even started making this before I drew the dog drawing, which makes this painting older than that drawing and I finished that drawing before I could even finished this painting. This was way before I went to college

This is a watercolor painting. There is nothing wrong with the painting itself, but it was how I made this was a huge mistake because I did not use watercolor paper and I treat the watercolor like gouche. I wanted it to have a watercolor effect, but I was new to watercolor and I never knew any techniques and it didn't work because I wasn't using watercolor paper because I prefer buying cheap art supplies before I went to art school. If you read my one of earliest post, I did use watercolor when I was a kid, but I was just a kid, I know nothing about watercolor techniques and how it should be used. I realized my mistake when I heard my teacher told a classmate, who treated watercolor like gouche, that in a watercolor painting, you can still see the paper through the paint or the paper is not fully covered with paint. I'm not going to lie, I might treat watercolor like gouche again because I know some people does that and their artworks are pretty good. I'm actually really happy with this artwork.

[dra-and-sdra2-imagine-writer]

(Ah! This might not be a friendly prompt just to let you know,,) How would the cast react to someone in the killing game with a seemingly innocent talent with a quiet and shy personality, only to be find out they're actually really evil, like being manipulative, violent, and the worst part is, they're the only one who knows they're *spoilers!!* in a virtual world and Mikado plans but decide not to tell. *They're not in void! Just to let you know* How would the sdra2 cast deal with them?

I’m really sorry this took so long, but for the life of me I couldn’t figure out what to write for this scenario, but I finally came up with something after all this time with the help from this amazing skittle! (get it cause skittles are multiple colors! I’m sorrry for that terrible joke and for how this turned out, this really wasn’t my best work. Though, I still hope you enjoy, the next ones I finish up should be soon.) But with the help of @imaginefanganronpas I finally manage to finish this! So, thank you!

- Ding dong

I know you can hear me

Open up the door I only wanna play a little~

- A bright smile was plastered on your face as you spoke with your fellow students, laughing and joking along with them. Friends were the impression they were under.

- Wouldn’t betray each other, live a peaceful life, the same old lines repeated like a broken record. S/O couldn’t count the various times they’ve heard that phrase to the point where they started to tune it out, but the smile remained never the less.

-Everything was blissful, S/O made friends and they spend time together until the idea of the party was proposed. If your actual self was being displayed, there wouldn’t be a chance that you would be offered to do something like this, but since it wasn't known, what could go wrong?

-The party was rather boring, in your opinion as you stir the beverage with a straw looking around. Your behavior perked up when Setsuka had approached, “Huh? What’s the matter Suka-chan?” You asked, forcing a fake smile onto your face as she slung her arm around you and laughed slightly. “Why aren’t cha havin funnn? This is a once in a life time chanceeee..!” There was a small hiccup could be heard from her while you shook your head. “I am, I’m just a little tired.”

- Setsuka nodded before she stumbled off, S/O scoffed, as they soon stood up seeing as the party was slowly starting to come to a close. “Don’t worry, I’ll help take some of them back to their rooms!” You chirped over to the worried Yokuro as you made your way towards Nikei and Iroha, and started to bring them off to their rooms.

-With a small chuckle, you spoke with the intoxicated teens as you brought them back to their rooms. “Smank you..s/o!” Nikei hiccuped as he made his way into his room most likely collapsing instantly. Iroha was just laughing uncontrollably and so you had to tuck her in before leaving. Humming softly, you been to whisper a song underneath your breath as she made her way to her room.

-Ding dong

You can't keep me waiting

It's already too late for you to try and run away

I see you through the window

Our eyes are locked together

I can sense your horror

Thought I'd like to see it closer..

-The sound of the birds chirping is what caused S/O to wake up, stretching their arms over their head they got up and got dressed. Before starting to make their way towards the room after changing into their daily attire. The Ultimate plushmaker it was clear that S/o’s attire would reflect that with a pep in their step they soon excited the monocruise wanting something to do. This game was sure starting off slow, that’s for sure.

- I What brought them out of their thoughts was the sound of the bell ringing so they started running towards the curious of what happened. Perhaps a murder? A surprise visitor? Who knows, but then they arrived one of their guesses was crossed off of the list. That being a murder and the victim was nonother then the Ultimate Astronaut Yuri Kagarin. S/O had a frown on their face, contrary to the horrified expressions of their classmates. “Shame, I didn’t get to see it happen..” You muttered harshly underneath you breathe before shaking your head. “Poor Yuri, he was our friend!” You exclaimed, much louder as you put your hands over your eyes and shook your head being slightly dramatic, yes, but it certainly got the point across.

- Ding dong

Here I come to find you, hurry up and run

Let's play little game and have fun

- Towards the end of the trial, S/o was slightly surprised to find out that it was Hajime that committed the murder. But the other side of her, behind the facade, was simply jumping in joy from this. What would be the punishment? The execution? So many thoughts raced, that she had zoned out during most of the end trial, but they soon snapped out of it at the mention of ‘void’ and ‘masterminds’.

- Before S/o could ask, Hajime was pulled off into his execution with S/o smiling cheerfully when the boxer was pulled away before it faded almost instantly as to not look suspicious.

- When it was over, S/O let out a soft giggle as well as a smirk with a small glint in their eyes as they left the trial room.

- Oh how they couldn’t wait for another murder to take place, things seemed to be getting interesting afterall..

- Ding dong

Where's it you've gone to?

Do you think you've won?

Our game of hide and seek he's just begun

I hear your footsteps

Thumbing loudly through the hallways

I can hear your sharp breaths

You're not very good at hiding

Just wait you can't hide from me

- The next victim, Kokoro Mitsume, it should have been expected, she was to smart for her own good. Shame, as the saying goes, you win some and you lose some. In this case, S/o had won, rather than loss winning by seeing another murder take place as they predicted. Shaking their head, they turned and left the scene. A small smirk rising onto their face, as they rose a hand to cover it. Hiding it was the most crucial part, not that they were the murderer. They needed to keep their facade.

- At least, until they were cornered by a certain wizard. “S/O, you’ve been acting strange, ever since the first as if, you’re hiding something from the others.” There was a small smirk on the side of Mikado’s mask as he watched for their response. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mikado. I’ve just been my normal self!”

-Mikado certainly didn’t believe that lie as he crossed his arms. His mask had a small pout, before it changed into a mischief smirk. “I find that hard that the innocent S/o would be hiding their true intentions away behind a mask. I wonder..how they would feel if they found out their light hearted S/o was really a blood thirsty monster.” Mikado let out a small laugh, while S/o let out a small growl in response. “I wonder how they would feel if they found out they’re inside a simulation.”

-This caused Mikado to stop his laugh, with a demented look, and a flame suddenly appearing in his hand. “What’s stopping me from killing you..” S/o didn’t back down, they weren’t afraid. “The fact that if you did, and the others found out and you’re excuted, then your plan will fail.”

- S/o saw Mikado’s hesitance and took at as a chance to escape, which they did. Singing the words, “Just wait you can't hide from me. I'm coming.“ A sicking giggle followed as they disappeared down the hallway.

- Knock knock

I am at your door now

I am coming in

No need for me to ask permission

- Emma Magorobi, who would have though she would have killed her dear friend. As she claimed, what a shame indeed it was for her to do such a horrendous crime, it costed her life. If only she was more sneaky, shaking their head. S/O waved once again as the culprit was taken away, the glint returning once again. But it didn’t go unnoticed this time, there were a few concerned looks thrown their way. “I’m only wishing her a safe travel to a better place, perhaps she may see Kokoro again.” You chimed, with a small shrug of the shoulders.

- Some believed, while others remained skeptical of the situation. But it’s not like you had any harmful intentions, you were one of the kindest people they knew, so why would they assume such a thing about you?

- How naive they were..it’s a shame, really.

-Knock knock

I am inside your room now

Where is it you've hid?

Our game of hide and seek's about to end.

I'm coming closer

Looking underneath your bed but

You're not here I wonder

Could you be inside the closet?

- Setsuka, Ultimate Billiards player was the third victim. When the body discovery was announced, various foot steps soon bursted into the room seeing what happened to the female. Including, the ‘innocent’ S/o, but little did they know, their true colors began to show. A small giggle slipped out, before it turned out into full blown laughing. “Setsuka sure got to the point! She always was a cut above the rest!” The laughter continued until Yoruko called out. “S-S/o! It isn’t funny!” That caused S/o to stop for a moment and look at the female with a blank expression. “You’re right..it’s hilarious!” S/o covered their mouth and soon left the room, leaving the others within it.

-Ding Dong

I have found you

Ding Dong

You were hiding here

Now you're it

-The feels occasional giggles escaped, as you watched the trial go on. Giving a small amount of help occasionally, but other then that just giggled along. When the trial was over was when you started to watch idly with a bright twinkle in your eyes. It provided much enjoyment for the hours that were spent. True intentions being exposed aloud, surprised faces, as well remarkable ones similar to their own. Alas, it came to an end, Hibiki and Kanade. Ultimate Vocalist and Guitarist, were soon excuted. Personally, S/o didn’t enjoy their execution but that was just them. “Well! Now that’s out of the way! I’m ready for the next murder!”

-“S/o! How can you say that! Those are our friends!” Teruya aruged to which S/o sighed. “Allow me to put this in a way you all will be able to understand. I was never your friend, you all were simply pawns, with no meaning. Say Teruya dies in the fifth class trial, it would have most likely been to his stupidity.” Waving a hand, S/o left while the others remained speechless from their words.

-Ding Dong

Finally found you, dear

Now you're it

Ding Dong

Looks like I have won

Now you're it

-Shinji Kasai, the Ultimate firefighter who would have expected for him to be the next one killed. Sighing, they looked away from the scene and stalked off. They might have felt a slight attachment towards him, it was strange. Looking down at their hands for a moment, they let out a grunt before tucking their hands into their pockets to await the trial at hand. Surely their pointless attachment will die off like the rest of them by the time the trial comes around.

Ding Dong

Pay the consequence

Ding Dong

Looks like I have won

Now you're it

-A suicide? They didn’t think that would have been the cause. But that was the conclusion reached at the end of the trial and judging by the verdict, it looks like it was the correct answer after all. What took them all by the surprised was the sudden change in Nikei, the air in the trial room grew very tense as Nikei spoke. S/o could understand why Nikei was angry as since they were at Mikado themselves. Pulling out a gun, they hadn’t expected that but they didn’t flinch.

-It wasn’t pointed at them afterall, the look on Mikado’s face as he told Nikei not to shoot. In what felt like a split minute, their body moved on their own. Running towards Nikei reaching out and smacked the revolver out of his hand just before he could pull the trigger. Panting heavily, S/o glared daggers at Mikado. “Shame, I’m sure you didn’t expect this in you plan..” Looking over their shoulder, they saw the surprised expressions of their other classmates before they started speaking. “You are should know what Mikado’s been hiding for so long! The fact that this isn’t real, we’re inside of a simulation! The deaths don’t matter! Contradicting to what Nikei said, everyone is alive out side of here! Mikado’s only trapped us here because he-” Before they could finish, they felt a chain around their neck.

-“You’ve already ruined my plans far more then you should have. Having you here is both a waist of time, and effort, so why not give you a proper send off..” Mikado replied, before snapping his fingers. “Monocrow, if you please.” Mikado called simply, as he snapped his fingers. The bird flew over to the button and clicked on it. “IT’S PUNISHMENT TIME!” Monocrow called out, as S/o was pulled off to their execution knowing that they couldn’t get out of. But instead of looking fearful, they actually looked excited, believe it or not.

-Ding Dong

Pay the consequence...

[nadak99]

I started this a few days ago from a sketch i randomly did and about to finish it I’m so excuted to post the finished piece! 🤗

Haven’t worked on a fanart digitally before apart from Ruki’s incomplete one lol

[greengalaxyboy2005]

The lost of a lover and a best friend

Kaede POV

We are on the 5th trail but I think I know the killer but I don't want to believe it's her expessily after we been through so much. I don't want to believe that she lied about everything in our relationship, every kiss, every hug, touch, every word, was just a lie...

"Please miu... Please Don't be the murder" I said starting to cry. She just stayed there quietly "kaede I'm sorry but we need to except the fact that she is the killer. Maki explain there is nobody else that could have pulled off ouma's murder....." Kaito said said getting a little Emotional but not has bad as shuichi murder.... No I can't think of him now I need to face the fact that miu is next. No but she can't be...

"I'm sorry kaede.." miu said with tears falling down her face "why...why did you do this you promised you would never kill. Was our whole relationship was a lie!" I said crying and falling on to my poutine "it was a never a lie!!! I love you.... I didn't even know what got into me.... I just stamped.... Keababe don't let this bring you down keep moving forward save the rest..." Miu said putting her choker around my neck and kissing me on the lips, then whipped my tears away and walked to monokuma and whipping her own tears away and gritted her teeth "yo shittykuma let's get this over this!!!!" She said not letting any fear show and a smile.

"miu don't!!!" I yelled but the little shit already started to drag her off.

Her excution started. There was 5 flying saws slowly lowering down. Her goal was to finish the tiny robot cat but right before she could finish a saw from behind her come out and chopped her in half.

"NOOOO" i yelled and all I could see was blackness

•••time skip to 2 hours later•••

"thank goodness you are awoke kaede you passed out after...." Kirumi stopped looking down with sadness her eyes. It was all real. All I could do is sit there and break down while hugging kirumi. Why them why shuichi and miu I promise I will get revenge for you two. I said looking at my bed side with miu's choker and shuichi's hat. I promise