#june 001

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[ 𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚒'𝚜 𝚝𝟹 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ]

the first interrogation of this season WOOOOOO

Q.01. "What is your favorite memory of your accomplice?"

Akio: Going to a bookstore together. We were interested in completely different sections though.

Aimi: Drawing our dogs together.

Q.02. "How long do you want your life to be?"

Akio: I don't think my life will be that long anyway considering my injury.

Aimi: Hmm, I'm not good at answering such deep questions~

Q.03. "Tell us something about your childhood."

Akio: I don't remember it that well. Mom said I used to cry often when I was a kid.

Aimi: I always received a lot of birthday gifts. I still do, but for some reason it's not as exciting anymore ^^''

Q.04. "Who do you talk to these days?"

Akio: Riku and Guard 001's older brother, surprisingly. Asahi is not as bad as I thought he was.

Aimi: You, Miki-chan! 

Q.05. "What kind of person would your perfect friend be?"

Akio: Someone who would make me feel special.

Aimi: Someone who won't leave me, but also will respect my privacy. I don't want a friend who's too obsessed with me, haha~

Q.06. "Why do you think your accomplice participated in the crime?"

Akio: At first I thought he did it because he was just that loyal to me, but I'm not so sure anymore. Maybe he did it because he was already thinking of killing Chise and me hating him was the push he needed.

Aimi: Because he really wanted to protect me, I guess. 

Q.07. "Would you rather die alone or with someone else?"

Akio: Dying alone sounds pathetic.

Aimi: I'm okay with being executed as long as there will be someone else with me. 

Q.08. "Draw your victim."

Akio:

Aimi:

Q.09. "Would you want to keep in touch with other prisoners after you leave Milgram, if you're able to do so?"

Akio: Maybe with Riku. Aimi too, if she wants.

Aimi: Can I keep in touch with you instead, Miki-chan?

Q.10. "Is it unforgivable to look down on people?"

Akio: I thought it was a normal thing to do.

Aimi: Maybe it's okay to do if those people are really bad?

Q.11. "What was your first thought after you were done with your murder?"

Akio: "This must be a mistake".

Aimi: "I'm finally free".

Q.12. "Are you happy about your Trial 2 verdict?"

Akio: I'm just glad that I'm still alive.

Aimi: Of course! 

Q.13. "What would you want to say to your accomplice if you could see them again?"

Akio: I'd just ask him why he did what he did.

Aimi: My accomplice is dead, Miki-chan, and for a reason. Next question, please!

Q.14. "Any thoughts about your future?"

Akio: What's the point in making any plans if it's possible I'm going to die soon anyway?

Aimi: I don't know! I don't think about it that much.

Q.15. "What verdict do you think you'll get this time?"

Akio: Let me live. Please.

Aimi: You will forgive me. Like a good friend.

[acoldmyst]

WHEN: june 20th, 2040 WHERE: gravity nightclub, brooklyn WHO: yara rhodes + zakir sethupathi (@wrvtchedhearts)

the occasional night outside of the office wasn't something Yara took particular pleasure on, necessary as it was to make sure things ran smoothly. an imitation of a martini played its designated role in her right hand, meant to feign a lowered guard when there was not, in fact, a drop of alcohol in sight.

as she dutifully kept watch on every potential threat to her club's integrity, not unlike a hawk surveying its habitat for the weakest links, Zakir Sethupathi himself suddenly made his presence known right by her side, though his voice was only barely distinguishable over the sound system. "I'm sorry, darling, what was that? I'm gonna need you to be a little louder."

[rviner]

@dxrkenedheights bella x felix x oskar x madi - sweden june '24

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The silence stretches around them and if shock had a form it would be right there in that room with them, heavy and unmoving. Bella's eyes dart from the open notebook to Oskar, searching his face. The older witch has always had an expression like a locked door, but she catches a glimmer of realization flickering behind his eyes. Madi sits in stunned silence with disappointment clinging to her. Beside Bella, Felix emits his infamous intense energy and Sprout no longer flutters among them all but now, rests on Felix's shoulder to nestle against his neck.

Bella's gaze returns to the notebook with it's secrets now laid bare. She reaches out, slowly closing it as if to trap the raw energy back inside. The words she wants to say are lodged in her throat and her eyes sweep across each of their expressions once more. She doesn’t expect anyone to say anything and clasps her hands together near her mouth, drawing a steadying breath. "Okay, so…I'm going to make everyone some coffee." Bella declares, stepping into a role of gentle authority. "While I do that, I want you all to think about a few things."

She points to the notebook, gaining a slight surge of confidence. A sense of now or never, because if it's left up to anyone else, it will be never. "First, consider how this has made you feel." her eyes shift to Oskar and Felix, though she tries not to make it too obvious. "Second, think about something you haven't said to each other yet, something you feel should be said. Whether it’s about this or anything else." she pauses, expecting either eye rolls or huffs which she's ready to ignore. "And lastly, what do you need or want from each other right now?" Bella moves slowly to the kitchen area and her final look at them is determined, shooting a more obvious glance to Oskar and Felix because, whether they like it or not, "Yes, we will be going around the room." she states, moving away and only returning once she has a tray full of coffee. And snacks. And she nudges away the notebook to make room for it on the coffee table, her eyes meeting Oskar's with a slight nod. "Ready?"

[manybcdthings]

sweden, june '24

felix ranstrom and isabella belcourt @rviner

Stockholm's quiet always seemed stagnant to Felix. It served as a stark reminder of the hollow spaces within his family. His parents wanted it to feel like a home away from home, although they never used those exact words. They declared it as a proud thing to acknowledge, their supposedly strong heritage. Naturally, this demand caused Felix to do the opposite. Instead, he found more peace in the vibrancy of New York and not the tranquility that he only saw as emptiness. With a flick, he sent the cigarette spiraling into the darkness over the balcony and slipped back inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He moved through the apartment in a hush, sliding into bed beside Bella with the hope that the sheets might offer a solace he hadn't been able to find there for hours. But nicotine lingered on his skin, much like the day's revelations clung stubbornly to his thoughts.

The conversation with his brother replayed relentlessly in his mind where they peeled back layers of a festering wound. But, uncovering the hidden truths of his family had somehow led to an unexpected reconciliation with Oskar, something Felix had never dared to imagine. It wasn't simply shared, weak apologies. It was the first time they managed to step closer to a resolve. He knew that Bella was the only one responsible for it. Without her, the revelations would have ended in more accusations and blame, only deepening the fractures instead of inching them closer together.

His gaze lingered on her peaceful silhouette in the half-light, her breath faint and gentle. He snaked an arm around her, craving the warmth of her skin against his as he grazed light kisses over her shoulder and arm, each one a silent thank you for the peace she brought into his life. He hoped his affection wouldn't wake her, but he couldn't resist drawing her closer. Just as her back met his chest, he heard the subtle change in her breathing and watched as her eyes fluttered open. "Sorry." Felix whispered, lifting to drop a tender kiss on her cheek. "Go back to sleep, I didn't mean to wake you." he settled his head back to the pillow, seizing the opportunity to bring both arms around her with one sliding underneath her frame. "Thank you for today." Felix added, keeping his tone hushed before a slight grumble formed in his chest. "Well, for all the days, but especially this one." he muttered, unsure if she would hear him in her half sleep but it wasn't long until she stirred again and Felix lifted himself to sit straighter, able to find her gaze in the dark easily thanks to the way her eyes could reflect any glimpse of light within their deep hues. "I really love you, and you know that, right?"

[scarletsxnss]

starter for @screamiingsiilence loosely based on this!!

what's better than impressing your date with a couple of prizes from the carnival? their relationship had ELEVATED in the last few dates. he's constantly convincing her to stay the night and try more and more things. clark liked to believe that he was pushing her limits and making her BETTER for it. better woman? maybe. better pet? DEFINITELY. every time they were together, he slowly tiptoes around the suggestions but has never fully dove into what he really wants. 

he knows she's a nice girl. sweet and PURE. at least she was, before he CORRUPTED her. all day he's flaunting her—holding her close, dangerously slipping past the line of GROPING. a big stuffed bunny is her REWARD for being a good girl. the toy is almost as large as her, he carries it around the venue, happily seeing how much she loves it. on their way home, he lets his hand slip onto her thigh. "check the glove box." clark hums. "i have one more surprise for you."

perfectly chosen—EXPENSIVE in all the ways possible. only the best for his girl. a pretty collar, in her facorite color, and his name BRANDED into the charm. to top it all off, there's a perfect LOCK that he has they key to, of course.

[hstoryhuh-a]

send 🤪 for an instagram story with your muse. / @jaymaybnk / @bridgesbcrned

[dxrkenedheights]

where: fight night, abandoned barn

with: hunter cross and ryan cross @manybcdthings

★・・・・・・★

"You almost had'im, I guess." Ryan grinned at his brother, beer waiting to be passed over once Hunter had a moment to weep in the loss. It wasn't even a loss, it was a draw but...a loss, because it wasn't a win. Couldn't be Ryan. "Maybe next time, huh? Or maybe let Asher have a turn in that ring. Think our age is catching up to us, gotta know when to say when." he said lightly before he laughed. He sipped his own beer, squinting one eye as he peered at some of the bruising that was appearing over Hunter's face. He laughed again, a little mean as he shook his head. "Let me guess, you'll rock up to Lia's trailer in the morning like sup honey, look what your big strong man got up to."

[nelefinn]

     𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 [2/𝟸] 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙴 𝟹𝟶𝚃𝙷, 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙻, 𝙴𝚇𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚁.

     Smoke billowed into the dark sky, a grey monstrosity gaping its maws at the stars. It filled the air with the scent of charcoal and sulfur, hair from the corpses below sparking in the flames. Nele reached back to retie the bandana covering the lower half of her face, wiping her hands on her thighs before she bent down to haul another body into the fire. This was one she recognized more than most, though she’d never gotten to know her well. Marseline. Too young. Her features are nearly unrecognizable, half her face chewed to the bone, though even if she didn’t reconize her, the supple youth of what remained was enough to know it was too soon. Nele knelt, lifting her stiff and heavy torso to pile it over her shoulder, a low grunt escaping her as she stood. It was odd, how little she felt, how the smell of burning bodies didn’t make her stomach turn. She was encased in ice, her warm center put into hibernation, and she couldn’t recall exactly when that had happened. She’d been so young when it happened, but she’d lived some before, so why did it seem so far away?

     Because it was. It was a faint shadow in her past, so indiscernible she forgot it even existed. So pale, she was able to burn the dead with no reaction. She knew it wasn’t right; she knew she was supposed to feel more, but she simply… didn’t. A light sigh was the only reaction given before she tossed the young woman in with the rest, eyes squinting against the harsh smoke as she watched her torn clothing burst into flame. And then, she did feel something. White, hot anger to match the fire — because how had they let this happen? And yet, didn’t it always come to this?

     Nele wiped her forearm over her furrowed brow, her gloved hands and shirt decorated with smeared blood, the crimson on her neck glistening as it mixed with sweat. A crunch behind her; the sound of a footfall, and she turned her head, peering over her shoulder to see who was approaching. Most of the others had taken a break — and most of the others preferred a different clean-up job — but Nele had kept working, because sitting still, even for nourishment, wasn’t an option. She’d keep moving until she was spent, until the idea of sleeping on the crowded mall floors seemed a bit more enticing. Until the rage leapt into the fire with the corpses. Until she could breathe. 

     “You happen to bring back out anything from snack time?”

[rcdiostcrs]

@proverbialsaints liked for a randomized pair starter, got forest & june !!

the restaurant was crowded. not unusual for the time of day it was, lunch rush. noticing someone sitting across from him, forest put his book down and looked up. it seemed the seat across from his really was the only one open. he waved, hoping to dispel any tension that came from sitting by a stranger.

[ethanjxnes]

edison high school

@junebeckett​

Not being able to hear his own thoughts from the sound of his racing heart, Ethan had almost dissociated completely. He was nodding to the cops that were apologizing, the medical staff too. Suddenly he was back in the hospital with Ava and then with tiny Nora. The thing with their family is that love flowed through each and every one of them. When one of them hurt, they all hurt. He could see the look on June’s face and feel the heartbreak she was trying to console. Without thinking twice, he stepped forward and agreed to identify the body. It was his responsibility and there was not a hope in Hell’s chance he’d let June witness something like that. He couldn’t bear seeing Jason butchered like his body meant nothing, but Ethan still whispered low words of sorry’s. He walked back out to June, already with tears in his eyes. “Yeah.” Ethan whispered, opening up his arms ready to help his sister through her hurt too. 

[snkrbonbon]

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[saulweissberg]

what did it even mean to be a father? was he not supposed to want better for his son, for micah to surpass him in every area? he wanted success for him, he wanted micah to be happy. he knew the very idea of becoming a lawyer didn’t make micah happy. he knew being near him didn’t make micah happy. how incredibly selfish of him, then, because all he wanted was to be near micah. he just didn’t know how to explain that, or make it happen organically. especially when he knew that micah barely wanted anything to do with him anymore. the window to fix their relationship was closing; saul felt like his fingers were moments away from being smashed under the frame, while micah was pushing down on the pane with all his might. so, when saul became afraid of rejection, he said nothing. only looked straight at micah, concerned.

“thanks,” saul said absentmindedly to the server that dropped off their waters, barely sparing her a glance. his heart rate had ascended, then slowly calmed down as micah hemmed and hawed about the alarming text he received. a thousand terrible scenarios flitted through his mind: terry had an accident back in new york, the firm burnt down (though he supposed he’d be the first point of contact if that happened, g-d forbid), the cats had gotten out of his house somehow and were causing havoc around oak gardens (again, saul would be the only person contacted about this, but rationality was not prevailing), or maybe he had a secret wife and child that he never told saul about. somehow, that last one seemed the most likely out of all of his irrational worries.

i was supposed to meet somebody tonight.  

“oh!” saul exclaimed, sitting up a little straighter. shit, would micah take that the wrong way? as if saul was so surprised that micah could land himself a date? because he wasn’t. his surprise came from the fact that micah blew off his date to have dinner—or breakfast, as it were—with his dad. in his features, micah was mostly—but not all—lowenstein. in his mannerisms, he favored his mother again, but there were identical gestures the two weissberg men currently sat across from each other shared. their behavior, too. micah didn’t inherit much from his father’s side, but the bits that he did were undeniably weissberg. that included, apparently, forgoing dates for other pressing meetings.

was he supposed to be proud, or ashamed that his son resembled him at that moment? saul wanted to laugh at the commonality, but feared that would be taken the wrong way, and it made him a little sad anyway. he wanted more for micah than three ex-wives and only a career to cling to in the end. “well… you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.” saul offered feebly, knowing their food was bound to come out soon. “i can drop you off somewhere after this, if you want.” half of saul’s long dating life included seedy bars at midnight or sneaking off to hook up with his paramour-of-the-week greenwich village apartment after a long day of work; if micah was like his father, then starting a date so late at night wasn't a foreign concept. 

speaking of dating… saul nearly choked on his cup of coffee, trying to cough and swallow all at once. he hadn’t expected micah to bring up his mother, mostly because saul would do everything in his power to ignore that particular topic. he hesitated a moment before he began to answer, then lost himself to memory: “no, we didn’t have the internet like that yet… and well, i don’t think your mother and i technically dated anyway. we met at this campus party a little bit before graduation. she had this, like… giant mass of black hair, all soft waves. and she was really pale, like more than usual for spring in manhattan, but it made her radiant like a porcelain doll or something. and these eyes… like i had never seen before. green, brown, and gray at the same time. light and dark at the same time. i don’t know.” saul sighed. his gaze had drifted the more he spoke, staring off towards the other side of the restaurant. he snapped his attention back to micah, suddenly uncomfortable with his unprecedented wistfulness. “like your eyes, mikey.”  

maybe levi wasn’t the only poetic twin.

“anyway, we pretty quickly got together after that party and then we got married, had you, so on and so forth. not exactly traditional.” whether saul had been overcome with lust or infatuation or simply love then, the two college students had been nearly inseparable from the moment they met. then they separated for good four years later. “we might’ve used tinder or whatever if we had it at the time.” saul supplied with a small shrug, still a bit verklempt. those memories of terry were deeply buried within him. to have them drudged up again had him turning solemn. they had been so innocent back then. stupid, too. just two idiots that had no idea what the world had in store for them. he could’ve cried if he thought about it for too long. he hated that when he was in his son’s presence, he often felt that urge. there had to be happier things to talk about. safer topics… but then micah’s next statement had saul furrowing his brow. “what is that supposed to mean?” was his son implying that he was some sort of whore? 

he slumps back against the booth, pulling his phone towards the egde of the table and tipping it slightly, just enough so he can glance at the message previews in a tilted angle, swiping his forefinger across the hairline fractures on his screen to close the notifications. easier to say nothing than to have to explain how easily the date—let alone a single lousy reply—had slipped his mind when it's barely been over two hours at most since they'd last spoken. what is he supposed to say?

sorry i forgot to message you back - my dad, whose volatile presence in my life for thirty years, remembered that i was just in the next room and wanted to get dinner. you matter way less in the big picture. in fact, you're not really even in the picture. i would still love to get together if you're still in the area next week. actually, can we do next next week? big exam coming up, makes up for a huge chunk of my grade. it's my criminal procedure class. did i mention i'm studying to become a lawyer? it's to gain the approval of my dad, the one who's taking me out to dinner. see, we're already halfway there! anyway, i'd suggest to see you next weekend, but i can't promise i'll be in the mood by then. hope you understand.

this is how he imagines his parents started dating. which will work out great, especially if she's carrying the same dysfunction in her genes. maybe they'll get to make another micah. because that's just what the world needs, right? more children of divorce who turn out to be bad comedians.

"...what?"

despite the perceived cluelessness, he knows his father had watched the whole thing unravel. he's made sure of it.

"oh, it's just..." he shifts in his seat, the leather squeaking as he straightens up. the waitress returns with two glasses of ice water (and no cute, witty remark, thank god) and two straws on top of a small pile of napkins, punctuating micah's response with a perfect set of ellipses. he uses the opportunity to busy his hands in freeing the straw from the confines of the paper wrapper it came with, drops it into the glass, wedging it between the ice cubes and purposefully stretches the suspense as he takes his time sipping the water.

when he's finished, he leans back and shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket. overcompensating casualness as one would amidst a celebrity at the risk of acting like a starstruck idiot.

"i was supposed to meet somebody tonight." he doesn't add the i forgot. on one hand, it could go without saying. but on the other hand it could also mean that he'd deliberately chosen to blow his date off to bite his father's offer. he's quietly hoping for the latter, though his initial reaction at receiving the message, and the fact that he is his father's son makes it more likely to be the former. "but it's fine. we're here. could always set another date." he blinks at his father, studying his reaction. "you didn't have dating websites when you and mom were still dating, did you?" over the years, mentions of his parents' past relationship, even addressed to the involved parties, had diminished potency. at least, on micah's end. it's like saying the same word over and over again — at some point, it just stops making sense. "guess you wouldn't need 'em, anyway." it's a trojan horse in six words, housing within it an army of insinuations. micah is a little proud of himself for it.

[acoldmyst]

WHEN: june 25th, 2040 WHERE: a discreet restaurant, in the heart of manhattan WHO: yara rhodes + anchali shinawatra ( @anhedcnias )

it's funny how things often go; one day, you're breaking up with someone you really care about because you don't have the time to be with them, and the next thing you know, you're arriving at your usual secluded spot in the restaurant closest to her work, ready to meet up for your monthly lunch together. it went to show, she figured, that they had made the right choice; things just worked better for them as friends, the universe itself seemed to prefer it that way. and though Yara wasn't a superstitious woman, who was she to argue with the results?

"hello, beautiful." she smiled brightly as she spotted Anchali already sat down, flipping through the menu. "i hope i'm not late."

[rviner]

@waterfallswords bunny / marty

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House parties seemed so much better in California. In Center Hill they were just...sad. It was gross, actually. The whole Garcia house smelled like cheap weed and escapism. As soon as Bunny entered it she knew she had wasted not only her time, but her cute outfit. "Wow, what the actual fuck." she said to herself, bitterly. It was like a god damn kindergarten and who the hell listens to Ricky Martin at a house party? And then she saw him. Marty was arguably the most attractive Anderson. DJ didn't have a chin, Dusty didn't have any bodyfat and Danny didn't have any brains. At least Marty was a barber...which was sort of like a tattooist...which was like a rockstar. Very Instagram-able. "I literally do not want to be in here. Did you bring pills?" she didn't even say hello, grabbing his arm and trying to shove him to the back yard. "Why the hell are you with a bunch of twenty year olds anyways? The whole...creep reputation doesn't bother you?"

[manybcdthings]

garcia house

luca cross hernandez and allie cross @wilddwcrds

Luca always preferred to arrive a little later into the evening, enjoying getting immersed into a party when the music was already turned up and people were already laughing at everything. As he made his way through the house, enjoying the tipsy wave he was on himself, the first face he spotted was Allie. His sister was swaying by herself to music, lost in the sauce. "Weirdo." he laughed at her as he passed but then decided to take another look at her. She seemed drunker than everybody else but he was in no sober state to be rational or concerned. "Jesus, you do a bunch of shots by yourself or something? Come on, let me catch up." he shoved her kindly towards the kitchen. "I miss anything?"

[dxrkenedheights]

with: prim thompson and asher anderson @wilddwcrds

where: june 21st garcia house party

★・・・・・・★

Did instability run in his family? Asher only had to look around for his answer, from Aaron and Alfie fighting over a blond to Abel wanting to watch people's misery and never intervene. To the bruise barely healing across his nose, to to the anger he heard in his mother and father's voices, to the anger he carried with him daily. The answers were right there and even though he longed to contain it all, it proved too difficult time and time again. Even more difficult when he saw Pri as soon as she arrived. He spent the rest of the night looking to her but never approaching until liquid courage did all of the work for him. "Who was that?" Asher asked, a demanding tone similar to his father's despite hating it when Hunter spoke to him like it. He lazily gestured to the random face that had been talking to her, Pri laughing a little too much for it to be just a friend. "So what's where we're at, huh? You're just gonna wave it around in my face any chance you get?"