#but shh don't tell anyone

[smilesthroughfandoms]

A Bone to Pick (Chapter Preview)

Did you miss me? Admit it, you missed me! The chapter is well over halfway done, and I got some other stuff cooking, so probably at the end of September, everything will be out.

With Macaque doing most of the work, the two trudged out of the wire work, past the main hub, and past the chain link fence that surrounded the building. Once they were past the fence, Macaque set PB down, propping her into a sitting position against the fence before giving her another look over. 

“Eyes focused, good. Breathing, a little labored but steady, you know your name so we can rule out concussion. Mmm, you look a little pale. You sure you feel ok?”

“I’m fine, really.” PB assured him. “This just takes a lot out of me to do, lot of energy…”

“You sound like you’ve done this before.”

“Once or twice… Or maybe more, I don’t really know how often I did it.”

Macaque stared at her with wide eyes… before he started to laugh. He laughed and laughed so hard he fell back onto his rear, before looking at PB. “You’re nuts, Pops. Has anyone ever told you that before?”

“A few times yeah,” PB smiled tiredly at him. “But when you say it, it sounds nice. Like your giving me a compliment.”

“Yeah, well… don’t go spreading that around, ok? I can’t let people know I care, I got a reputation to maintain here.”

“Your secret is safe with me.” Macaque smiled, and then his ears twitched again. PB saw it, and the pensive look on his face. “What is it?”

“Lemme see your wrist real quick, ok?” PB complied, tiredly handing him one of her arms. Macaque pressed a couple fingers there and then waited, patiently listening. “Your pulse is insanely fast.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s all the extra electrical energy running through my body. It won’t kill me, but I’m gonna have a hard time falling asleep later.”

Macaque nodded along. Finding that, while rapid, her pulse was steady. She did say she’s done this before, Macaque thought. Probably better to just take her word for it. Worse case scenario, he knew there was at least one other hospital in this city she wasn’t banned from. 

The shadow monkey was about to let go when he noticed the scars on PB’s arms. Criss-crossing this way and that, covering just about every inch of skin that was visible. Macaque frowned, “This wasn’t from today, was it? I thought I saw these earlier in the cave.”

PB frowned, turning her head away. “You got me… Could you maybe not tell anyone else, though, please? I mean, MK, Mei, and Bai He know, but… but please don’t say anything. I… I don’t like thinking or talking about them if I don’t have too.”

“Ok, I won’t.” Macaque paused, not releasing her wrist. “… you want me to cover them up for you?”

“How… how could you do that?”

“With a glamor. I have a few different ones going right now. Heck, I usually don’t leave the house without at least three on. I’ve gotten pretty good at them over the years, so covering your arms and legs shouldn’t be difficult.”

“You would… you would do that for me?”

“Yeah, if you want me too.”

“… Why would you want to do that for me?”

Macaque stared at her incredulously. “Pops… you just turned yourself into solid gold to strangle and electrocute the man who has been tormenting us for the last twenty four hours, because he threatened the safety and well being of people you have known for maybe two days. Not to mention I really care about and don’t want at least two of those people to not get hurt. Putting a glamor on you so you can feel a little more comfortable in your own skin is the least I can do.”

PB stated at the mystic monkey as if she didn’t want to believe him. She shook her head, “I-I couldn’t possibly—”

“Let’s look at it this way,” Macaque held up a hand to shush her. “We’ll call it a favor returned.”

“Favor returned?”

“Yeah! You did me a favor by… getting rid of the fake mayor guy and protecting Bai He when I wasn’t around. So, me doing this is just me returning the favor. No debts to settle, no deals to make, nothing to worry about.”

Macaque watched as PB turned the words over in her head. Slowly, she began to smile, liking the idea. “How… how long does it last?”

“Either until you tell me to stop or something happens to me and I gotta recall my magic.” Macaque shrugged. 

“So, like when you fall asleep?”

“No, not even then. I keep all my glamours in my sleep. Easier that way.”

“O-ok then, let’s do it!”

[particularly-pyral]

Does anybody have ideas for how I should spend my 90 minutes edging tomorrow? It's so long I think I'm gonna have to switch things up every now and then. So I'm taking suggestions! Method, position, tools, bondage. Anything to make it more fun.

[sassypantsjaxon]

Me: posts about Aizawa not using his crutches when talking to Mic

The animators: oh shit, his crutch

[mothhue]

How does the moon area in "The Big Parade" work in this AU?

The moon, a giant colorful stage set with flashing lights, big billboards, all that jazz!

From "balloon spectacles" filled with air and colorful powder flying around in vibrant bubbles, disco jellyfish and of course, the crowd and band themselves: it won't be any less of a chaotic dash to finish this parade. Instead of pyrotechnics, the stages sometimes will explode with a cloud of algal bloom, which are pretty if not dangerous to be in. (Tis a bit difficult to breathe in all that algae)

[asktheritochampion]

Have you tried to sit on Terrako?

What - because I'm a Rito and it's an egg shape?!!

Do you have any idea how culturally insensitive that is to ask?!

The audacity!! How very dare you!! Of course not!

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[still-breathing-au-p3r]

It’s not like he meant to eavesdrop. You can’t even really call it eavesdropping if they were talking right out in the lounge where there are always people, can you?

He hadn’t said anything last night, or all day today, because he’d been hoping that talking with Amada about it would get Minato to go to the hospital on his own. Since they didn't have school today, it'd be the perfect opportunity, too.

He didn’t. Junpei did, along with Fuuka and Yuka-tan. Sanada-san had come by later just like he always did, and he’d still been there when the rest of them had left. Minato never showed up, and he hadn’t been at the dorm when they’d gotten back.

Junpei’s set himself up in the second-floor lounge with a volume of a manga series he’d been meaning to get around to, but he’s basically just flipping through the pages instead of really reading it. The more he thinks about it, the more it pisses him off.

He thought Minato and Aragaki-san were tight– Minato’d always seemed to be hanging around him, helping him cook or garden or walk Koromaru or whatever. They spent so much time together in September that one would think they were as close as him and Sanada-san. Aragaki-san had apparently even talked about how sick he was to Minato, so he must have trusted him– even if he had left out the part about why he was sick.

Was that why? Could Minato really be that pissed that Aragaki-san had lied to him? He can understand being angry, but that’s a really stupid reason to just throw away a whole entire friendship like that. And it’s not like anyone else in S.E.E.S. is all that good at being truthful anyway. Hell, even Kirijo-senpai had lied to them for a while! 

But Minato hadn’t seemed bothered at all when Kirijo-senpai eventually spilled the beans. He didn’t seem bothered about a lot of things, actually.

Why is this so different? Or was it just another reason entirely? Whatever the big damn issue is, Junpei vows to get to the bottom of it.

So, when Junpei sees Minato try and slink past towards his room, he snaps the manga volume shut and goes after him.

Minato turns only halfway towards him, and he looks at the knob on his bedroom door instead of Junpei.

“Of course I care.” 

Minato’s face barely looks different than it always does and he’s not even any louder than normal, but Junpei still takes half a startled step backwards because there’s more feeling in his voice right now than Junpei’s ever heard before and it’s– kinda alarming? Even in the middle of a fight with shadows, Minato’s never sounded this fired up.

“I’m too scared to go,” he says. He almost sounds like his normal ‘nothing’s ever bothered me in my life’ self again, but with something off about it. Like he’s hanging on for dear life and still slipping anyway.

“Scared?” Junpei asks. “You?” Minato doesn’t get scared of things. Not even when he really should be.

Minato replies with a slow, barely visible nod. “In the alley, when we were waiting for the Dark Hour to be over so we could call for help? That was the most terrified I’ve ever been since– In a long time,” he says after a tense minute of silence. “But then seeing Aragaki-senpai like that– hooked up to all those machines… It was worse.” 

His grip tightens ever so slightly on the doorknob and it rattles, because his hand’s started shaking a little. “It reminded me of– of–”

Minato trails off, and Junpei gets the feeling he’s probably never going to get the end of that sentence. For once, his permanently neutral expression has shifted into something Junpei can almost call horror. His eyes are kind of glassy and Junpei suddenly wonders if he’s about to faint and if he’ll have to try and catch him. “I want to go, but I can’t. I can’t do it.” 

Shit, man. This is the most he’s ever heard Minato talk at once, and of course it took something terrible. Whatever it is that’s got Minato like this, it’s the kind of afraid that runs a lot deeper than just ‘oh I’m scared of spiders’ or even ‘oh I’m scared of hospitals.’

He still doesn’t like it, and he still kind of wishes that Minato would nut up for their senpai’s sake, but he also does get it. And he knows that pushing about something that’s apparently this serious would be a dick move.

“Okay,” he says. Minato doesn’t react. “Um. I’m sorry man.” Minato still doesn’t react. “For. Y’know. Getting so heated without even talking to you about it. And for sayin’ you didn’t care about Aragaki-san.”

“It’s fine,” Minato says to the doorknob. Junpei isn’t sure if he actually means it or if he’s just saying it because that’s what you’re supposed to say after an apology. He thinks Minato isn’t really sure either. “…Anyway. Night.”

He finally pushes his way inside his room without another word. Junpei winces when he hears the click of the lock. 

Okay.

Yeah, he deserved that. 

He’ll definitely have to think of a way to make up for being such an ass.

[froot-batty]

Valkyrja

[kindahoping4forever]

Ashton @ The 5SOS Show Tour NYC - 21 August 2023

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lalalalaalaaa

[petrichoremojis]

IDs in alt

some colours!! here are some basics, will do another post with some others that did. on this one are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple, black, and white

[sheila--e]

dragging and dropping Nicole Class Of 09 onto Golden Wind and dragging and dropping Giorno Giovanna Bizarre Adventure into Class Of 09

[rimouskis]

alright I have given up liking myself at work so we are pivoting to liking myself outside of work, and folks... that means I started running again

[altruistic-meme]

sigh.

[renata-dp]

Give me your money

yeah- idk what did you expect, I'm an artist that hasn't even started doing comissions yet XD

[thefumocat]

peepers' revenge on sylvia :(

[copper-skulls]

the world's most exhausted healer that coincidentally got the world's most-prone-to-running-his-health-into-the-ground royal scientist under their care

Pean was named after a type of heraldic ermine, hence them being a. stoat monster. what i ALSO learned today is that pean is also a type of surgical scissors fhask?? that was accidental. but very fitting