#SHNEAKY

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[duothelingo]

Quotes from todays dnd session that no one asked for.

''Id fuck a titan'' - me

''if you drop a baby will it bounce?''

''there was actual feeding while she read a sex book''

“Get stealthed nerd”

“Bless this shithole”

“Perception? Percept these nuts”

“Roll stealth” “no fuck you”

“You are a rabbit stop trying to order rabbit stew”

“This is my axebeak. Her name is Benjamin.”

“Get booped bitch”

“If you do anything to amalfi I will kill you myself” - me to the dm

*chants eat him eat him eat him*

“Shneaky shneaky”

“One fails because I lost my dice”

“Is your headache why you smoke the funky stuff?”

“Why did you cuff a child you nonce”

“Prison break time”

“Oh fuck she’s in jail”

“I’m going to beat him with a stick” - amalfi. The literal 2ft bunny with a heart of gold.

“The dog is chungus” *whole party cheers*

“I cast speak with animals on the dog and bark”

*gives amalfi an enchanted picture* “oh fuck she’s an iPad kid”

“Snowy roadssss take me homeee”

“Don’t punt the squirrel”

[bigasswritingmagnet]

Blood Will Out Ch 3 of 39 - Time to Go

Summary: When Agatha Sannikova learns she is, in fact, Agatha Heterodyne, she inadvertently kicks off a series of events that reopens old wounds, drags secrets into the light, and brings war to the doorstep of the all but defenseless Mechanicsburg. Saturnus struggles to crush his enemies with a town almost as broken as his body; Agatha, determined to undo the chaos she's unleashed, plunges into the depths of Castle Heterodyne.

Raised by a literal saint and the devil incarnate, Agatha - with an unleashed mind, a burning spark, and a band of very unexpected allies - will fight to do the unthinkable: be a good Heterodyne and a good person.

[yes you DID see the number of chapters jump way up, that's because I realized some chapters were nearly TWENTY PAGES LONG]

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“...and that’s why he thinks you can’t reanimate insects.” 

“Fascinating,” Tarvek said, adjusting his glasses. “I guess I always assumed this was written before Linnaeus’ Anthology of Arthropod Attitudes was published.” 

“Lo–a friend of mine said Dubois fulfilled his university’s athletics requirements by jumping to conclusions.” 

Tarvek burst out laughing, then hurriedly covered it with a cough. 

“Did your friend—” He cut himself off, tensed and turned away, cocking his head to the side. Soon Agatha heard it as well: Prince Aaronev coming down the hallway, shouting at the top of his lungs.

“...cannot come barging in here! This is unacceptable! This is outrageous! Vassal of the Empire or no, I will not be undermined in my own—” 

The door to the library swung open and Captain Vole walked in.

On her first week in Mechanicsburg, Lady Teodora had pointed him out to Agatha and given her two rules: never go near him, and never mention him to Lord Saturnus. The latter, Agatha had easily understood, once the rumor mill had told her what he had done. The former had never made much sense to her.

Until now.

“Ah. Und here iz de girl dot hyu said hyu had not seen,” Vole said, his curling sneer of derision revealing a mouthful of dagger-sharp teeth that glinted in the light. 

Aaronev stuttered and flushed. Agatha recognized the expression she’d seen on tourists getting kicked out of bars and shops for bad behavior. This was someone who was used to obedience at all times, and certainly not used to backchat from ‘subordinates’.

“Well – well – how was I supposed to know this was who you meant?” he blustered. “She never said she was from Mechanicsburg!”

Agatha jumped to her feet automatically, the book tumbling from her lap, but couldn’t find her voice.

“How many unattended young girls come through dis city of hyurs?” Vole asked, dryly. “Must be a lot, if hyu cannot tell dem apart. Mebbe I should say zumtink to de Baron.” His amusement vanished and he pointed at Agatha. “Hyu come vit me now.” 

Agatha shook her head, hard.

“You can’t just barge in here and take her away!” Tarvek said, putting his hand on Agatha’s shoulder. It was more comforting than Agatha anticipated, and it gave her the strength to stick out her chin defiantly. 

“Oh, yez I can,” Vole said to Agatha, even though it was Tarvek who had spoken. “I iz Captain Vole of de Mechanicsburg Security Division. Hyu is a shneaky runavay, und I am here to take hyu home to hyu grandpoppa.”

Agatha’s stomach dropped in fear. He knew. Everything she’d heard about the captain said that he was not the kind to go haring after lost children out of the goodness of his heart, and everyone knew he’d turned against the family, the whole family. 

She had asked, once. She hadn’t been able to stop herself. Saturnus had been talking about the Jägertroth and what it meant, and it had just popped out. He hadn’t gotten angry; hadn’t ranted even a little bit about traitors and betrayal. He’d gotten very quiet, which was much, much worse.

“Jägers aren’t allowed in Mechanicsburg,” Tarvek said, his eyes narrowing. Vole’s lip curled.

“I iz not a Jäger.”

Tarvek raised his eyebrows. 

“You look like a Jäger.” 

There was the teeth, of course, but there was also the hat, slightly taller than was normal for even a dress uniform. Vole was young enough to be humanoid, but old enough for claws and seafoam green skin. 

Old enough for his first Jäger gift: enormous eyes of pure black, shining like liquid pools of bitumen pitch.  

“Not effery construct from Mechanicsburg iz a Jäger.” 

“You sound like a Jäger.”

“I sound like I iz from Mechanicsburg,” Vole said, irritation visibly increasing. “I vork for de Baron, und dot means if hyu obstruct my progress any more, I can haff efferyvun here arrested. Hokay? Hokay.” He pointed at Agatha. “Come. Efferyvun has been very vorried about hyu.”

Agatha shook her head. She wanted to leave, she really did, but getting torn to shreds by Vole as vengeance against her family the moment she set foot outside Sturmhalten was not exactly better.

“I iz not goink to go back und tell efferyvun dot I found hyu und let hyu go because hyu asked nizely,” Vole said. “Hyu vill be coming back to Mechanicsburg vit me – und hyu can valk, or hyu can be carried. Is up to hyu.”

“I’m not a child,” she said. “You can’t make me.”

Before Agatha knew what was happening, she found herself tossed over Vole’s shoulder like a sack of flour. It took him apparently no effort, and he didn’t even seem to notice the weight.

"Put me down!”

“I said valk or be carried, und I meant it,” Vole informed her. His voice held no amusement or enjoyment, and his hand was firmly latched onto her belt, which was the only reason she didn’t immediately put an elbow in his eye.

“You can’t—!” Aaronev burst out. Like swatting a fly, Vole gave the man a small shove that knocked him off his feet. “You dare—!”

Vole ignored him, heading down the hall with the struggling Agatha over his shoulder.

“The Baron will hear of this!” Aaronev shouted.

“‘Herr Baron,’” Vole called back sarcastically, without slowing, “‘I found a girl dot ran avay from home und kept her in my castle, und vun of hyu soldiers came und took her back to her family.’ Ya, he vill be very unhappy vit me, I am sure.”

Aaronev’s expression was one of panic and fear, and it was frightening the same way his excitement had been frightening. 

But beside him, Tarvek looked almost relieved.

Then Vole turned the corner, and both were out of sight.

“Are you going to kill me?” Agatha asked quietly. Vole snorted.

“After effryvun has seen me take hyu avay? Und I vould haff to explain hyu mysterious disappearance?” There was a brief silence. “I iz doing a favor for hyu grandpoppa.”

“Put me down,” Agatha said. “I can walk.”

He dropped her none-too-gently to her feet. Agatha followed him in the sullen silence of a chastised teenager, though secretly she was grateful to him for taking her out of this place. She could always try and escape him once they were outside of Sturmhalten, and continue on her way to Beetleburg.

Although...if he could track her here, he could probably just find her again. How much inconvenience would he put up with on the order of the former Lord of Mechanicsburg? Who he rather vehemently no longer served. 

“I thought you don’t work for my family anymore.”

“I don’t,” Vole said, tightly. “Iz like I said. I iz doink hyu grandpoppa a favor.”

“I heard you hate us. A lot.”   

Vole’s mouth thinned, and he said nothing.

“Don’t you?” she asked.

No response.

“What happened when—?“

“Dese iz all very personal qvestions,” Vole said, sharply. “All hyu need to know iz, I respect Lord – I respect hyu grandpoppa enough to leave my post und use my time off to—”

Vole stopped short. The hallway ahead of them was barred by two women – strange, colorless women, all white from hair to eyes to skin. They weren’t wearing much by way of clothes, but they both carried long, sharp swords.

Agatha took a nervous step back and glanced up at Vole. He was grinning with wild excitement.

“Ho, so de prince of Sturmhalten is de fun kind of shtupid,” he said.

The women lunged, Agatha shrieked, but Vole was a whirl of claws, and in what seemed like seconds, the women fell dead. The captain seemed almost disappointed at the brevity of the fight. He looked down at the blood spattered across his neat white jacket and frowned.

“Tch. Dot vill stain.” He glanced at Agatha, but Agatha was staring at the bodies. She’d never seen a dead body before. Next year, the biology teacher would take the class on a field trip to the town morgue to witness an autopsy of a suitably grisly death. Agatha had been quite looking forward to it. 

Now she was not so sure. It was one thing to think of a body laid out on a slab in a sterile medical environment, or as parts in a grand experiment. But these were just…people. They had been alive, and now they were dead. She felt numb, except for a distant sort of relief that their eyes were already clouded, with no iris or pupil, so that she did not have to see what eyes looked like with no spark of life within them. 

Vole grabbed her forearm and jerked her forward a step, roughly. “Stay close. Ve move qvickly now. ”

Agatha did so, scurrying to keep up with Vole’s long-legged strides. 

The hallways were empty of even the guards she had seen before, which only increased their wariness. No servants, no voices, no life.

They made it through two more doors before they heard a sudden grinding of stone, and Vole pivoted sharply, letting a long, crescent-bladed spear slide uselessly past him. He grabbed the haft and wrenched it out of the hands of the startled warrior – another one of the pale women, standing in the mouth of a hole in the wall that had not been there a moment ago. Vole spun the spear around, placed a hand on the butt of the spear, and Vole thrust forward, impaling not just the woman who had attacked, but the one behind her as well. Both bodies crumpled to the ground, locked together by the spearhaft.

Vole looked around sharply, but was startled when he saw Agatha still standing behind him.

“Oh,” he said, surprised. “I thought hyu vould try und run avay vhile I vuz distracted.”

“As if,” Agatha said hotly. “You said you’re here to get me home safely on behalf of my grandfather. They’re obviously trying to stop me from leaving. I’m not going anywhere without you.”

Vole looked impressed.

“Schmott girl.”

They froze when the lights overhead flickered and dimmed. After a few seconds, they brightened again. 

“What was that?” Agatha whispered.

“Nottink good for us,” Vole murmured.

“It’s the—”

Vole whirled, lashing out, and his claws missed Tarvek’s nose by a hair’s breadth.

“I’m here to help!” Tarvek insisted, raising his hands and backing away hurriedly. “My father turned on the lightning moat; you’ll never get out on your own.”

Vole grabbed Tarvek by the front of his jacket and lifted him one-handed off the ground, so they were nose to nose. 

“Und vy do I trust dot hyu vant to get us out of here?”

Tarvek showed no sign of intimidation, meeting Vole’s glare with a level stare of his own. 

“Because you don’t have a choice. You can’t fight your way through a lightning moat. If you want to get out of the castle – and believe me, you do – you have to take the secret passageways, and you don’t know them like I do. You’ll waste time getting lost even before you get to the tunnels that connect to the town.” 

Vole’s eyes narrowed. Agatha knew he knew that Tarvek was right, but didn’t want to admit it.

“You knew this was going to happen,” Agatha said. “You were going to try and get me out.” 

“Yes,” Tarvek said, twisting his head around to look at her. “I don’t know what, exactly, but it’s never good when Father takes an interest in someone. I didn’t tell you because I was worried you’d get frightened and run off. They’d just catch you and lock you up, and then I’d never be able to get you out. Late afternoon is when Father would be in his workshop and the guard would be changing shifts.” 

“You don’t even know me.” 

“I don’t have to know someone to not want them dead,” Tarvek snapped. “Or worse.” 

Agatha did not ask what might be worse. She looked to Vole, who gritted his teeth and dropped Tarvek. The boy landed neatly on his feet, like a cat, which visibly annoyed Vole.  

“Fine,” Vole said. “But if hyu iz lyink, I vill kill hyu in a very painful vay, und I know lots of painful vays. Yes?”

Tarvek glared at Vole.

“This isn’t a trick.”

“Proof it.”

Tarvek led them down another hall and drew aside a tapestry. He pressed down on part of the mortar between two stones, and a section of the wall shuddered and slid away.

“Down here.”

Vole snagged him by the collar, none-too-gently. 

“I go first. Der Geisterdamen iz comink up trough dese tunnels. Hyu stay out of my vay.”

“The what?” Agatha asked, following Vole down the tunnel, Tarvek right behind her. It was wide enough that she did not feel uncomfortably confined, but not so wide that anything could easily push past Vole to get to her. She felt comforted to have Tarvek at her back. He seemed the sort of person who could not be snuck on, and she didn't need to be tensed for someone grabbing her from behind. 

“Der Geisterdamen,” Vole said. “Hyu mostly see dem out in de Vastelands. Der Baron alvays thought dey vuz suspicious, but dey neffer caused enough trouble to be vorth lookink at dem too close.” Agatha heard the smirk in his voice. “Heh. Und now ve know dey is plenty suspicious. How many of dem does hyu Poppa have down dere?”

“Not quite a small army, but enough to be trouble,” Tarvek said.

“Why does he want me?”

“Because he’s insane,” Tarvek growled. “Bad enough trying to keep you here when he thought no one would notice you gone, but to try and stop a soldier of the Empire? Idiot.”

“Qviet,” Vole said sharply. “De sound echoes. Dun talk unless hyu need to.”

Agatha did not need to look at Vole’s face to know he was thinking the same thing she was. Attacking an officer of the Empire was a dangerous and stupid thing to do. No one would think an ordinary girl worth invoking the Baron’s wrath.

But if that girl was the Heterodyne...

Prince Aaronev had known, Agatha realized. She didn’t know how, but it explained why he had been so...excited. Something about her, something about the way she looked…

Let me go!

...or maybe something she’d said?

The tunnel wound erratically, occasionally splitting off, always going downward. Tarvek would whisper the direction to turn, but otherwise no one spoke.

The tunnel flattened out suddenly, opening into a chamber so wide the corners were lost in the gloom. Down the middle ran a river – although to Agatha, used to the churning, racing waters of the Dyne, it seemed more like a long, narrow lake.

“Dese are de tunnels, yes?”

Tarvek nodded.

“Good. Hyu vill go back now.”

“No! You can't get out withou–!" 

“We can’t leave him here!” Agatha protested. Tarvek's mouth stayed slightly open, but no sound came out as he stared at her. 

“If de prince is involved in dis, so is he.”

“You don’t know that!” Agatha snapped. “You don’t have any proof!”

“I dun need proof. I iz not arresting him, I iz not trusting him.”

“He hasn’t done anything but help us!”

“This place is a maze,” Tarvek interrupted. “It’s worse than the secret passages in the castle. I know the safest routes, and while I’m sure you could handle the monsters, you need me to tell you where the traps are.”

Vole wavered, clearly torn, and getting angry about it.

“First, hyu tell me vut hyu poppa vants vit Agatha.”

“He wants to give her to the Geisterdamen.”

“Dun play games,” Vole snapped, jabbing Tarvek in the chest. “Hyu know vut I iz asking.”

“I don’t...I don’t know exactly what they do,” Tarvek said. He stared into the distance, his gaze hunted. Haunted. “I wasn’t lying about that part. I don’t know how often it happens or where they get the girls or why, but...” He wrapped his arms around himself and swallowed hard. “It was a year ago. I was in the passages one night, and I saw two of the Geisterdamen carrying something wrapped in a sheet, down into the tunnels. I followed them, and when they left, I went down. They’d unwrapped it and left it by the water.

“It was a girl, about my age, and she was...she was dead. I couldn’t see why, she didn’t seem hurt, but her eyes were, were all strange. She didn’t look like she was from Sturmhalten, but I don’t know how they could have...” His grip tightened. “They took her and they did something to her and then they left her body here for the monsters to eat.” His voice was barely a whisper. “Like trash.”

He forced himself to keep going. 

“The way they’d acted with the body, it looked...practiced. Like they were following a procedure. I went down to that spot every night for four months. And one day, I went down, and I found another body. Another girl. Same age. No marks. But they both...they looked scared.”

Agatha felt nauseous and slightly dizzy. She’d been right. She’d been horribly, awfully right, and never in her life had she before so desperately wished she had been wrong. And that could have been her – would have been her, if Vole hadn’t come and Tarvek’s plan to get her out hadn’t worked. It would have been her body lying beside the river for the monsters to take. 

And no one would have ever known what happened. Agatha would have simply vanished, nothing left of her for anyone to find, not even her bones. What would that have done to Saturnus? 

What would it have done to Teodora?  

“So sad,” Vole said, his icy sarcasm a knife through Agatha’s horror. “I can tell hyu iz very upset about it, so upset hyu dun report it to anyvun.”

“To who?” Tarvek snapped. “My father? The captain of the guard?”

“Der Baron.”

“I don’t have any proof,” Tarvek said. “And my family is very, very good at hiding secrets. And if he did believe me, and he did come down here, when he didn’t find anything, he’d leave and they’d kill me.”

“But you’re his son!” Agatha exclaimed.

Vole snorted.

“Hyu dun pay much attention in hyu classes, do hyu? Dis is de Sturmvoraus family. Dey vould kill each odder over who took der last sausage at breakfast.”

Tarvek did not disagree.

“My father would probably be the one holding the knife,” he said quietly. He grabbed Agatha’s wrist, desperation in every inch of him. “Please. Please, I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want them to, to do whatever it is they do. Please believe me.”

Agatha twisted her wrist out of his grip, but only so she could take his hand and squeeze it tightly.

“I believe you.”

She looked up at Vole, who sighed.

“Fine. But if ve get ambushed und killed, dun hyu come cryink to me about it.”

[askthemooninites]

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[basedkikuenjoyer]

This is something that's been on my mind too ever since I saw it floating around. It's been on the backburner for a while that Blackbeard ship hanging around Egghead right before the big cutaway. Something we've left hanging as we moved into a second stage. General idea is that the two we've yet to account for are Catarina & Lafitte and they make sense as a shneaky pair...

Assuming it's actually the Blackbeard Pirates. Since we do see this bit with Koby and Perona in flashback and it's not like her or Moria were involved in the later fight, did those two just spooky spooky skedaddle? Pirates and all. It's a tight time frame but it does look like it wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility for Egghead and Hachinosu to be rather close, plus they kinda make a lot of sense if we're dropping the other shoe on Kuma. Garp was able to get there quick from the nearby Marine base. Something worth considering given how much Moria and Thriller Bark have factored in.

Of course, already mentioned how Moria is one of those faces you could do something with Kiku around. Just since the timing works and she's the only one with the extra incentive of stuff going down in Ringo. Honestly...how would Moria even feel towards Luffy at this point? Perona has a soft spot for his first mate and like, Luffy just proved his ass wrong and moved on but also was the dude who beat down Kaido. We have to start considering given how Egghead has unfolded that this flashback might leave us back in the main story with things radically different than expected. Gecko Moria is a believable X factor with a lot of potential.

[stymshots]

Shneaky.

[x-heesy]

(Shneaky with it)

'Fore Corona I was livin' like a loner

Now, I got a fuckin' dime piece, I can call up when I wanna

I've been gettin' better, I'mma tell 'em if they don't know

Everybody who was doubtin' all the sudden turned to goners

I've been runnin' up these bags

Bitches gettin' mad

Now, I hear them talkin' that bitch ass trash

I've been runnin' laps

Left 'em in the past

I don't hear no talkin' 'cause y'all down bad

Hahaha, bitch, I knew I'd get the last laugh on these niggas

Sorry I ain't sorry, goin' bad-bad on these niggas

And I knew I'd get the last laugh on these bitches

So, I'm fuckin' skeetin', rat-ta-tat-tat on these bitches

Goddamn, lately, I do what I wanna

Cum right in her face like that ain't somebody's daughter

Since a kid, man, I knew I'd be a baller

With a couple hoes that I gotta keep in order

Bounce that ass like a Chevy Impala

1967, baby girl, go shake ya blessings right, uhm

Got your ex out here preein' like a stalker

Colt 1911, it gon' send that boy to heaven, no problem

Pussy, why you talkin' 'bout me?

Hold that fuckin' talk or we gon' meet in the streets, uh, huh

You ain't never been in no beef

Probably fuckin' why that he don't carry no heat, uh, huh

I've been runnin' up these bags

Bitches gettin' mad

Now, I hear them talkin' that bitch ass trash

I've been runnin' laps

Left 'em in the past

I don't hear no talkin' 'cause y'all down bad

Hahaha, bitch, I knew I'd get the last laugh on these niggas

Sorry I ain't sorry, goin' bad-bad on these niggas

And I knew I'd get the last laugh on these bitches

So, I'm fuckin' skeetin', rat-ta-tat-tat on these bitches

Fuck all the waitin', shit entertainin'

Sucker wanna leave me, but I paved my way

Finna dance on your grave when they chanting my name

I'm sorry, not sorry, but you playin' my game

Screen time causing all the downtime

You be hella lucky to be ready in the mornin'

Finna need a pit stop ready when this shit drop

'Cause you down bad when the cameras start rollin'

Fuck all the waitin', shit entertainin'

Sucker wanna leave me, but I paved my way

Finna dance on your grave when they chantin' my name

I'm sorry, not sorry, but you playin' my game

'Cause you bad and you gettin' mad

Fuck you and your face, lil' snitch, I'll pass

I be loading mags, putting on a mask

Sorry not sorry, but I got the last laugh

I've been runnin' up these bags

Bitches gettin' mad

Now, I hear them talkin' that bitch ass trash

I've been runnin' laps

Left 'em in the past

I don't hear no talkin' 'cause y'all down bad

Hahaha, bitch, I knew I'd get the last laugh on these niggas

Sorry I ain't sorry, goin' bad-bad on these niggas

And I knew I'd get the last laugh on these bitches

So, I'm fuckin' skeetin', rat-ta-tat-tat on these bitches

LAST LAUGH! by CAIRO!, Kuma the Third 🎵

[spyromancy]

2, 5, 12, 18, 28 music asks!

OHOOO thank you for the asks babe here I GO (I'm so glad I got another 28 because I kept thinking of more artists after posting my previous two LMAOO)

2. A song you like with a number in the title

I had a fewwww choices for this one that I was waffling between... and if I picked Sufjan Stevens for this one, then I promised myself I wouldn't pick him for 28 (but know in my heart that he is Also an answer for 28). Regardless, wow, this song is painful. Really every song from his Carrie & Lowell album is a masterpiece but this one is particularly good. Fourth of July is a conversation between Sufjan and his mother near the end of her life. He had an incredibly difficult relationship with her and those feelings come out hard in this song in particular... but also in a lot of his songs, again, especially from this album. Much to think about.

5. A song that needs to be played LOUD

Another one I had a lot of picks for... but I think it's gotta be this one. I remember when a friend played this in his car and then I went home and listened to it on repeat for like. Hours. SET IT OFF by Sugs ft. Arsx and Shneaky is just a really fuckin fun song to listen to.

12. A song from your preteen years

Oh hell yeah I've got a spotify playlist just for this. But yeah the one I think about the most when I saw this number is What About Everything? by Carbon Leaf. I dunno why this song stands out to me so much but it was like, THE song for me as a kid. Listening to it now... I still really like the sound of it, though I think it's less insightful than young me thought it was LMAO. Such is the way of things. Still a good vibe.

18. A song from the year that you were born

Oh I was so delighted to find out that The Cocteau Twins released their Milk & Kisses album during my birth year, because I adore this weird little album. It seems I've got a weird affinity for songs with lyrics that aren't, like, "real?" I remember when I discovered this album / band (rather recently I admit) I just listened to like four of their albums one after the other in a trance while doing something. It's good brain music for me and makes me feel things. Seekers Who Are Lovers is an interesting one... it and Serpentskirt are probably my favorites from the album.

I had a couple other songs I loved from this year but I'll save those for if someone asks this one again.

28. A song by an artist with a voice that you love

Dearest Kishi Bashi... you know more than most people how much his music means to me. But his VOICE... is truly one of the loveliest things I've ever heard, personally. And I think it's shown best in this specific live performance of this one song, I Am the Antichrist to You. While it isn't my favorite song by him (it's good as hell though), I think it shows off his powerful singing voice the best. Which is to say nothing of his violin skills, which are like... the best. And you can hear that here, too!

[hats-all-de-hats]

Hello!

Your ask box doesn't allow photos, could you please turn photos on so we can submit hats?

Vhoops! Sorry bout dat, it vas a shneaky like at de bottom vit 'allow media with asks' und hy didn't see eet. Let me know iffen iz shtill a problem, ja?

[unorganisedalienrubbish]

*casually steals your credit card and gremlin runs away while evil giggling, thinking knowing im so sly and shneaky*

“HEY!!!”

* runs after you*

“Come back here with that you cheeky tadpole”

[wenchtoast]

manager sent me for a shneaky break even though I'm not supposed to have one because I'm so fast and have nearly everything done ^_^ what can I say I like to give 500% at my minimum wage job

[da-ill-spot]

Tonight , August 27th | SHIFTIE

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[zoetheneko]

Shneaky boi ([3

a rare sighting...

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Cute KinKu scenes are always a plus. They give me life energy. Manga just had this exchange over the outside shot of the ruins and gave Kiku a delightfully fussy tone. Anime decided to show us with a shneaky lil cuddle thrown in and both dubs have a shade of fussiness in the line read.

Even after all this time, I still wonder about these two's relationship. Kin never really tries to explain not seeking out Kiku or anything. Kiku being both cuddly and fussy to begin with, Kin's lil side-eye...I was already wondering from the manga if Kiku's just screwing with him here.