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[stoshasaurus]

I'm putting this here first because I'm starting to work on my characterizations of Michael and Raphael, the two other archangels aside from Gabriel. and besides drawing and making a dedicated character reference sheet, something I haven't had the motivation to do for like two straight years, writing seemed like the second best option.

My characterizations of Minos and Sisyphus are super off, largely because they aren't the focus of this snippet, so don't focus on that pleaseeee nsoifjewoijew

also all of the actual scripture I looked at was very...contradictory to itself?? when studying the hierarchy of angels. so I'm basically making shit up as I go, loosely based on actual scripture. if you're looking for accuracy, you can hardly find it in the actual bible, let alone Ultrakill fanfiction. I don't think any of you are here for that, but if you are, get lost (affectionate).

so here. actual writing starts under the cut. its kinda long and a contains very brief mentions of sexual topics, so be advised.

Minos ran into the room, quite hurried and out of breath, stumbling. He smacked his shoulder on the doorframe and cried out in surprise. The sound scared Gabriel; he was never so careless.

Sisyphus got to it first. “Minos?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”

“There is an angel here. Another angel.”

Gabriel froze.

An angel, still with their Light, was a force to be reckoned with. Light gave angels their determination, their loyalty, their vigor. Combat training could only go so far, when Light gave an angel its courage to continue. Indeed, a full-powered angel was something to be concerned about.

Before Sisyphus could continue, Gabriel stood from his side. “What did they look like?”

“I was not close enough to make out any features. But their armor was golden.”

He tensed. “Raphael,” he breathed.

The last time he had checked, Gabriel was part of a brotherhood of three archangels: the Chief of Angels, Michael, the Will of God, Gabriel, and the Healer, Raphael. Archangels were the highest ranking of angels there was, secondary only to God Himself. They answered to Him alone, and were the most powerful, benevolent, and well-trained beings in the hierarchy. There were none higher, and none mightier. 

Which made it all the more concerning that there was an archangel in the city. Raphael could level it flat if he wanted to. Could kill all three of them and never falter. 

But Raphael was a kind soul. Generous, empathetic, sometimes more than he should have been. It was the reason God had made him the healer, and not the maker of wounds, like Michael or Gabriel. Raphael could stand to be reasoned with.

Michael was another case. But he wasn’t here.

As he tread down the hallways, Minos and Sisyphus followed close behind. “Thou knoweth of this ‘Raphael’?” Minos asked him. There was anxiety in his voice; he didn’t want his city destroyed, not a second time. 

“Yes,” he replied. “Heaven’s hierarchy of angels had three archangels at the top; Me, Michael, and Raphael.” 

“An archangel. They must be very powerful.”

“As powerful as I was with my Light. Both of you have experienced that firsthand.”

Sisyphus barked a laugh, but that was all. 

Gabriel stepped onto a balcony, wings spread, prepared for flight. “Raphael was the softest of the three of us,” he continued. “He is very empathetic. He can be spoken with. Michael…not so much.”

“We shall stay here, then, whilst thee reasons with him, yes?”

“Yes. Stay here. If I need you, I’ll come get you.”

He didn’t give Sisyphus time to argue with him this time. Swords drawn, he took off, and navigated towards the aura of an archangel.

He was in the park. The park reminded him of Heaven’s gardens, a place he would visit frequently to think and have time to himself when his tasks overwhelmed him. A place he and Raphael would often meet to talk. How perceptive of him. 

“Gabriel?” he called. His voice quivered in that way that often indicated nervousness, an emotion Michael and Gabriel never let show in public. He found it almost sweet that despite his lack of contact with the angel in recent months, he could still read him like a book. 

“Gabriel? Are you there?”

He could see Raphael. Though he had a single sword on his person, the weapon was not drawn. His wings were slumped, and his movements were quick, almost distressed.

“If we are going to speak, Raphael,” Gabriel said, stepping into his line of sight. “I would highly suggest you stay right where you are.”

The healer whipped around to face him. His hands were clenched to his chest, and he noticeably brightened when he saw him, clearly excited. He stepped forward, moving to approach him, but he paused when he saw Splendor and Justice extended to either side of him.

He sounded like a wounded animal when he said “Gabriel..? What are you–”

“You know I cannot trust you, Raphael. The Lord would send his angels after the fallen all the time.”

“I would never harm you, Gabriel. I would sooner forsake my Light than do so. You know this. I am offended that you think I could do such a thing!”

He did sound awfully offended. “I cannot be faulted for losing trust in my brothers, after what I have done. You cannot blame me for that, Raphael.”

The healer visibly deflated, and nodded his head. “I..suppose so.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you, Gabriel. That is all.” “Why?” His hand flexed, sword bobbing with the movement. “Did someone send you? Michael, perhaps?” “No! No, of course not,” he cried. “Michael advised us against visiting you, against any angels entering Hell at all, until the void created by the Council’s…absence..is filled, and everything is settled. He does not know I am here.”

Interesting. Raphael had always been like a leech to his older brothers. He did whatever they asked of them, was loyal to a fault. A teacher’s pet, essentially. Why would he go against Michael, surely the superior angel, and his orders for this?

Raphael’s laugh genuinely startled him. “You destroyed all of Heaven when you killed the Council. The hierarchy is in shambles. Terror and fear everywhere. Michael and I are the only two keeping everything together.”

Gabriel relaxed a little bit. “You are not angry with me?”

“No. I could never be angry with you, brother. Not for long.”

The Will of God lowered his swords. Despite his caution, it was good to see Raphael again. Someone warm, friendly, and familiar is exactly what he’s needed.

Raphael certainly seemed to agree, for as soon as Gabriel sheathed his swords, he embraced him tightly, wings curling in a halo around him, as if to shield him. 

“We’ve missed you.” Gabriel could have broken down crying and he would not have minded one bit.

“Is this where you have been living?” He released him, reluctantly, and examined the park and the buildings surrounding it. “It is…certainly in better shape now than it was when I last saw it.”

“Yes. I–we–have been rebuilding it.”

“‘We’?” Raphael questioned. “Another angel?” “No. King Minos.”

“K–” He broke off into laughter. “Oh, forgive me! I thought you said King Minos!”

“I did.”

He slowly trailed off after that. Angels did not often reveal their faces to each other, and therefore relied on body language to communicate their emotions to each other. Raphael’s body language communicated equal parts confusion and terror.

“You’re…serious.”

“Deathly.”

His posture became suddenly rigid. “Gabriel…King Minos is dead. Him and Sisyphus both. You beheaded them. I watched you do it.”

He nodded. “The bodies are dead, yes, but their souls live on. The Machine freed them from their prisons and spared them.”

“They’re Prime souls?! Why didn’t you lead with that?!” His wings fluttered in distress. Raphael had always been very flighty. “Prime souls are incredibly dangerous, Gabriel! They could kill you, especially Lightless as you are!”

“They have not harmed me yet.” His voice got a little quieter. “I trust them. They have been kind to me, and forgiving. More so than Heaven has. More than the Council.”

Raphael fell silent at that. He settled a little on his feet, staring at his brother with despondence.

“I see.”

Raphael peered about, distrusting. Gabriel found it amusing how innocent the angel was.

“Are they–” “No, they are not here,” he said bemusedly. “They are in the palace, waiting for me.”

His voice was level and contemplative. “You have been living with them.”

His chin drops and he nods. “Yes.”

“And what of the Machine?”

A wave of fondness settled through his stomach at the word, and he chuckled. “They could be anywhere.”

“They could be–’they’?” Raphael said, incredulously. “And you don’t know..? You must be mad, Gabriel. Absolutely mad. The child of man that felled an angel–”

“Twice.”

“...Twice felled an angel is simply roaming around Hell? Ungoverned?”

Gabriel couldn’t keep the laughter out of his voice when he asked “What did Michael think of it?”

Raphael snorted. “Drop the act, brother. We both know damn well what Michael thought of it.”

“And what did you think of it?”

Raphael picked at his wings, an idle nervous habit that Gabriel once helped relieve him of. But it seemed to be making an appearance once more. He could hardly blame him. Regardless, he took his wrists in his hands and stilled him. Raphael did not protest.

He shrugged half-heartedly. “I didn’t think anything of it.”

“Do not lie to me, Raphael,” he scolded. “You would disgrace the Father like that?”

The reprimand slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. It was almost instinctual, second nature. He’d chastised so many angels during his tenure that he didn’t even have to think about it.

The healer’s voice grew louder, though it quivered more prominently as he became agitated. “What Father, Gabriel?” he growled. “He is no Father of mine, to have abandoned us this way, a fact you have shown us yourself.”

“I-I..”

Raphael stiffened. He’d likely never heard Gabriel stutter.

“I’m sorry, Raphael.” He took his hands again, having curled into fists at his sides, and squeezed. “I didn’t mean to say that. I am in no position to scold you, especially in that false way. I’m so sorry.”

Raphael’s arms were limp in his hold. But he sighed. Gabriel heard his breath whistle as it seeped between the gaps in his helmet, and he squeezed back. 

“I was serious when I told you I could never be mad at you.”

Raphael’s approval had always meant a lot to him. Something about making a good impression on his younger brother, giving him a good role model to look up to. Something about fraternal love. 

Which is why such a huge wave of relief surged through him when his brother spoke, and his knees went weak with it as he huffed gravely. “Thank you, brother.”

“It is nothing, Gabriel,” he murmured affectionately. “Nothing at all.”

They hugged again. It felt nice. The Light of God bathed him in warmth, and he wondered if this was what humans felt like, when they beheld them as they bestowed God’s messages onto them. The healer’s light was plentiful and radiant in a way that, damn it, Gabriel had sorely missed. He held his waist and held him tight. 

“Truthfully, I felt horrible. When the Machine defeated you, it–” He gave an incredulous look, if ever a helmeted angel could. “It changed everything. The Council kept it quiet. But they told us. About your defeat, what they did to you. I was…I was horrified, Gabriel. Without God’s blessing, it is an awful way to live for an angel.”

Gabriel laughed bitterly. “That is true, yes.”

“I know you don’t like being helped, but I wanted to offer my services. Your power was dwindling by the day. I wanted to…well. Spend time with you. Before you died. But you were so hellbent on finding the Machine that it was all the more difficult to find you. The next time I saw you in person was…the Council’s execution.”

“Is that what they’re calling it?” he asked, deadpan. 

He shrugged halfheartedly. “Yes. Obviously, nothing so drastic has ever been done in God’s kingdom. They do not know what to call it.”

“I suppose I cannot blame them.”

He took his hands again and held them, thumbing at his wrists. “But I didn’t feel you die. Neither of us did. Michael had convinced all of Heaven that you had disintegrated when the light left your body on that twenty-fourth hour. But neither of us felt it. You were out there, somewhere, and he begged me not to seek you out. But I couldn’t just…leave you. You’re still my brother, Gabriel, and status does not impede that.”

Gabriel felt humbled and honored in a rather peculiar way. Honored to have Raphael’s love despite his crimes, humbled in that he would seek him out even if it meant ignoring Prince Michael’s direct orders. He still loved Raphael, with his whole heart. It pained him to stay away from him, when he knew perfectly well that Heaven would no longer welcome him home. But what need was there for Heaven when everything he ever needed could come to him? He could’ve cried at the stupid smile in Raphael’s voice. 

“I’m glad you came, brother,” he said. Sobbed, really, limp as he was in his golden arms. “I missed you. I wish I could come home, but…”

Raphael barked a beautiful laugh. “As grim as it may sound, I’m fairly certain Michael would crucify you.”

“Most likely.”

He wondered if Michael missed him the way Raphael did. If he experienced the familial bond that came with their sworn brotherhood. Angels did not have siblings or family unless God gave them one, and He did not do so often. The only leniency was with the archangels, His most loyal and powerful creations. There were only the three of them, and Gabriel loved them as much as a brainwashed angel was capable of. Raphael obviously returned those affections. But he wondered about Michael, the stoic and stone-faced Prince of Heaven, who showed few emotions at all, let alone love.

“Have you been elsewhere in Hell?”

“I’ve been through all the layers a thousand times over,” he said. “There isn’t much else to do, with my title and Light being relinquished.”

“Have you visited the Wrath layer? The Ferryman quite misses you,” Raphael replied, his tone rather sly.

Gabriel gave him an accusatory look behind the layers of metal. “How would you know that?” “It was the first place I thought to look for you. I know you were quite fond of them, and I thought that, if something were to happen, they would happily shelter you.” He clicked his tongue, though it was mocking. “It is a wonder they never were crowned an angel. After all, idolatry is a sin.”

“Idolatry. Don’t make me laugh. No sinner’s dedication extends so deep.

“It is not my intention, brother. The Lord taught me honesty. Besides, I think you would be surprised by the loyalty of your worshippers.” 

Gabriel’s face was hot enough to affect the temperature of his helmet. But he remained silent, steaming, while Raphael laughed at him. 

“You are different, Gabriel. Something about you has changed. In a good way, I mean.”

He sighed, tired. “Many things about me have changed. I am a sinner, and I have recognized it. I am surprised you have not scolded me for it.”

“I am in no position to scold you, brother. After all, you were always older and wiser than I, having seen more of the world. And you do not seem unhappy. Whatever satisfies you satisfies me, also.”

Gabriel sighed. He supposed that wasn’t entirely untrue; he was a lot happier now, Lightless and free from Heaven’s influence, than he was most days in God’s kingdom. He regretted his sins, but ultimately he was better for it. 

And there were some sins he didn’t regret. Would never regret. 

(How God had ever considered sex, such a pleasurable and intimate pastime, a sin was beyond him.)

(He wondered if Raphael knew about the state of his virginity. After all, most angels, especially archangels, had a keen eye to the sins of an individual. But if Raphael knew, he didn’t give any indication, and Gabriel wasn’t about to bring that up.)

“I cannot say that Michael would feel the same,” he said bitterly.

“No, of course not. He is busy managing Heaven by himself. Took up the bulk of the work he did. Said ‘leave it to me’, and you know how he gets on. Best to leave him well alone.”

Gabriel nodded sagely. “Yes. That must give you plenty of time to yourself.”

“Oh, plenty. It’s easy to avoid his watchful eyes when he is so wound up. And with the virtues pulled from Hell, there was no one to survey the layers in your stead, so I took the time to look for you. Having gotten myself settled, of course.” 

Raphael looked off into the park, and Gabriel as well, following the track his eyes left across the bushes and trees. It was peaceful here. Quiet. No hymns or chirping cherubim. It was a simple and deafening silence, and both appreciated it more than they could put into words.

Raphael simply sat on the ground. His legs curled around one side of him, he was as elegant as a statue. Gabriel sat cross-legged next to him, and listened to him breathe. 

“Minos and Sisyphus…”

Gabriel braced himself. “What of them?”

“You said they are kind to you.” Raphael’s voice was analytical. He was probing, as he often did, still in possession of that childlike curiosity that had made him so irritating as a youth. Gabriel found himself more charmed than annoyed, nowadays. “Minos was a peaceful man. A pacifist. He did not fight back when you felled him, this I know. But what of Sisyphus? He was terrible in life. An enslaver, a manipulator. Surely he cannot be much better as a Prime soul, not with all of that power.”

God’s Hand huffed in amusement. “He can be blunt, certainly,” he said. “Rather abrasive, on the surface. But he is a kind man at heart. He often cannot express his kindness, and frankly, neither can I. We have been learning together.”

Raphael’s voice was soft when he next spoke. “I see. And Minos?”

“He’s very affectionate. I–”

Gabriel cut himself off with a sharp snap of his jaw. Raphael heard his teeth click and laughed, cocking his head to glance at him.

“I get it,” he murmured. “You have your freedom. Why not make the most of it?”

“You could have it also, Raphael. God is dead. Heaven is crumbling apart as we speak, and Michael is occupied trying to pick up the pieces. There are things I’d like to show you. Places I’d like to go, people to introduce. People I love. There’s so much more.”

“I know, Gabriel. I know.”

He took his hand, but it brought him little comfort. Raphael sighed, and his voice was small all at once. Nothing like the budding tenor he used when he sang, or his usual warbling tone. 

“But that would be forgetting my loyalties. The cherubim, Michael, all of the young angels that need guidance in His absence…they are my family, Gabriel, just as much as you. I long for a time where we can be free from this. Where we can explore the Earth together, roam Hell and make a new home somewhere else. Somewhere better.”

Gabriel was struck dumb by the sincerity in his voice. It was a maturity that young, flighty Raphael had never displayed. “But that day has not come.”

He stood, pacing some steps away. Leaving Gabriel behind.

You’ve finally outgrown me, he thought. Good.

His voice regained that familiar playfulness when he said “Perhaps an introduction is in order?”

He thought he knew, but just in case, he asked. “An introduction to who?” 

Raphael clapped his hands together mischievously. “Your lovers, of course!”

Gabriel choked on air, keeling over, and the Healer laughed heartily at the display, clutching at his breastplate. 

“Raphael,” he rasped. His voice might have been intimidating, were it not for the underlying rasp brought on by his coughing fit. “You are awful. Simply terrible.”

“Is it inaccurate? You yourself seemed to suggest otherwise.”

He followed Raphael as he spread his wings and took off. His flight pattern had always been floaty and slow, unlike the quick and efficient way his brothers had been taught. Gabriel had always wondered if God made him soft on purpose. He didn’t mind it either way.

“I have not asked. Perhaps you ought to ask them, since you’re so keen to know.”In his bubbly, teasing voice, he said “I will! I already have a plethora of questions!”

~~~

that's it for now I'll let you know if I add to this.

alright buzz off (ily)

[illyrianbitch]

are we still friends ate tf down honestly let me pay your rent for the year? az needs a taste of his own medicine (and a bitch slap. on the lips.)

anyways- do you have any fic recos please! I trust anything you recommend xx

bae im so sry this got lost and this took me so long, lowk i was hoping i would have more time to read n write out all my fun recs but i've been getting railed by work and not reading at all so lemme send you to some of my fellow writers who always have such good fics (and not only one-shots, such amazing series too) <3 :

@utterlyazriel @itsswritten @writingcroissant @milswrites @prythianpages

@m4tthewmurd0ck @acoazlove @inkedinshadows @pellucid-constellations @tarotsoul

@florencemtrash @acourtofwhatthefuck @azrielhours @assriels @historiaxvanserra

there are so many other amazing writers and works but my brain is so dead so anyone feel free to add any recs or plug your own works <3 mwuah

[derivall]

😔🤟

i love the idea of shado and Maria just ,, being cronically online

[millerscain]

I saw someone say Marks love language is quality time and that’s why Eve takes her time to listen to Mark. Eve does more quality ass kissing if anything but maybe I would just be a terrible girlfriend because I would not move how Eve moves. I wanna know Robert Kirkman’s favorite romance to explain why every time he writes it for Invincible it is ass or burns fast. Yes I did cry when she died I hate sadness okay. Off topic but I love how as the season progresses and Ambers point is proven right every time.

[itslowkeyrin]

I Drew Kageyama! ( Once again bc he's easy to draw >w< )

I'm kinda upset because it looks wrong, I'll fix it later but I haven't post in awhile so... just eat this instead ���

[deus-ex-mona]

ok ngl i think there’s way too much overthinking when it comes to the hw’s gen 3 timeline (esp when it comes to hiyori’s story, bc let’s face it: it’s gloriously messy)

and so, my spicin’ hot, incredibly dumb take is: there are 2 separate ‘verses of hiyori’s story. 1: a princely love interest au with asuka in the novels, and 2: the canon story with nagisa

‘verse 1: let hiyori have her prince, please!!

the novel ‘verse is fairly straightforward, i’d say, with nonfantasy (nonfan) leading smoothly into heroine ikusei keikaku (heroiku), especially since ascana + maeda were established as cameo characters in nonfan. and heroiku even has an mv!!! so that should be how the canon story is supposed to go, right?

‘verse 2: oh but, the mvs say… what?????

fast forward to the dark ages (read: the [redacted] anime), and the timeline has become ✨a hot mess✨. asuka was booted from the plot (along with his fellow streamer idol bf), nagisa has been slotted in as hiyori’s love interest(?) for a grand total of, what, 30 minutes of total screentime, only to be never seen again, and yujiro’s police encounter has been revealed to be because… he (aged 15) snuck into a bar to rescue his younger brother???? but, no, this isn’t about yujiro. let’s put him aside for a sec.

anyways, with nagisa’s (honestly objectively forced) introduction into the main gen 3 plot, there came a new pair of songs to the love series lineup: heroine wa heikin ika. (heroika) and suki na ko ni usotsuita. (sukiuso).

first off, heroika: the plot of heroika mainly draws from the [redacted] anime, from the second half of ep 6 all the way to the end of ep 7, along with a small background exposition of nghy’s middle school life (in hiyori’s pov, nagisa’s a well-liked hero who even has a fanclub, and she’s just a background character in comparison… but, wait, everyone seems to think that they’re dating?? why???? there’s no way!!!!!!), so there seems to be kind of an assumption that the viewer has seen the episodes in question, as hiyori doesn’t touch on her makeover at all.

but the main point of it is that hiyori doesn’t know what it means to be in love, which is. y’know. pretty different from her attitude towards love in heroiku.

and next: sukiuso: sukiuso is the complementary song to heroika, giving exposition to background events in heroika (the “your skirt didn’t suit you” scene from nghy’s childhood, the mention of hiyori’s makeover, the reason for nagisa’s tokyo visit, the confession that hiyori was having a crisis™️ over in heroika) amidst nagisa’s whipped fawning over hiyori for 3 minutes and 47 seconds.

put heroika and sukiuso together, and you basically have 80% of the picture about the good parts in eps 6-7. there’s less lxl involvement ofc, but this isn’t about them.

and, following the [redacted] anime’s lead, heroine tarumono! (herotaru)’s plot comes in rather easily after nagisa’s return to izumo. chizuchan puts up pictures of hiyori’s lxl-given makeover for the asuka confession nagisa meet and greet, chizuchan and hiyori duke it out in the halls, then they make up, and now they’re closer than ever. yay for friendship!

[i assume heroine to idol (heroidol) happens somewhere around here in an unspecified time, in which hiyori realises just how charming idols like lxl are, probably after working with them for quite a while. fly high, hiyori… i hope you don’t see their repaint dance…]

and so, hard cut to a year later, in kimi wo kawaikusaseta no wa doko no doitsu (kimikawaii) we see hiyori, as a second year, return home to izumo! she’s looking cuter than ever, and now it’s nagisa’s turn to have a crisis™️ about what in the world happened in the time they were apart.

but, either way, as of the time of this post, heroine no hero is coming out soon™️, and from the title and jacket illustration, hiyori, our all-loving heroine, has finally realised her feelings for nagisa in their uni arc!!!! huge win!!!! nghy for life!!!!!!!

but wait, you say, two songs have been forgotten!!!

and to that, well~~~~~~

koiiro ni sake: the creators have mentioned multiple times in supplementary media (magazine interviews, ymk’s fanbox) that hiyori and yujiro were never meant to be a couple. they’re just a pair of gen 3 students that appeared to indicate that a new gen was about to begin. that’s all. koiiro is not, and never has been, evidence for yhy canon.

heroiku: this. this is pretty much the song that throws all of the timeline theories into disarray, from ascana’s appearance, to the possibility of 2 lxl makeovers, to hiyori’s longing to fall in love with a prince that just… turned into genuine confusion about what it means to love.

and to that, this is where you need to prepare the pitfall traps as i say… heroiku… is the theme song for ‘verse 1: the au novel ‘verse with asuka. granted, it has nothing to do with the current main timeline, but it’s a fun little song that gave us hiyori content when we needed it the most (back when all we had was the nonfan novel and mv). it’s hiyori’s very first solo song, her second trio song with her 2 besties (for the 4th special ed), and it showed us how she landed the unfortunate job as lxl’s manager.

so, all in all, i think hiyori’s story song/mv-wise goes:

[1st verse of heroiku (becoming the manager of lxl)] -> [helping out in the filming of the nonfan mv (not actually seen in-mv)] -> [heroika/sukiuso] -> [herotaru] -> [sunny party (and probably heroidol)] -> [kimikawaii] -> [herohero]

…or so i think. it’s pretty choppy, but it makes more sense (to me) than hiyori going from “can i become a heroine if i fall in love with a dashing prince?” to “hahshdjshsjajsjajsjsja w h a t is love??? tell me julieta~~~” in just a matter of weeks/months…

i know the thought that they released an au before the canon story is pretty weird, but… these are the same people who came up with ultimate puu, so… y’know~~~ stuff gets weird around ‘ere~~~~~

but i dunno for sure~~~~ the hw timeline has always been weird, between novels, anime adaptations, and even within the mvs (even sometime within the same mv) themselves~~~

just look at the summer session mv for instance. gen 1 has always been the most straightforward gen, and the summer session mv has. like. 3 timelines going on all at once (nacchan saying that haruki returned to japan [when he only left after they graduated], mochiaka fireworks confession [???], and the harucouple scenes seeming to take place while they were in high school [as seen in the harucouple anime]). also, the summer session novel takes place 2 years after they graduated, so there’s now a 4th summer session timeline thrown in. cheers!!!! and that’s not even counting the summer session 2021 novel, which has both flashbacks and flashforwards! yay!!!!

…and so i genuinely think it’s best to just roll with the most recent official media as they come. no need to overthink anything; just sit back, relax, and enjoy the nghy~~~~

that’s all. thank you for reading this unnecessarily long essay (if you did), and goodbye~~~~~~

[its-hyperfixation]

“and in the end, all i learned was how to be strong alone.”

my love, happy 3 years of friendship, and what an incredible 3 years it has been. honestly 3 years feels too short yet too long to describe the time we've known each other. 3 years ago on this day, i made one of the best decisions of my life and texted this super cool girl on tumblr who had a bunch of the same interests as me. little did i know you would become a light in my life, my sunshine. i love you so much, happy talking day @bellamyblakru <3

[robinsgrl]

is this or is this not weird girl and rafe

https://www.instagram.com/share/BAZeRCk4XF

also another one where it’s just her https://www.instagram.com/share/BAJnTDGZPM

the first one is so them. she recorded the entire thing and he deadass looks like he needs to talk to a trusted adult. now he refuses to be anywhere near weird girl when he nears anything suki

the second one!!!!!!!!!!! that is literally weird girls car to a TTTTTTTTT with a few sonny angels or little doll she’s obsessed with that month. rafe was very concerned that a creep got your spare panties since u leave a bag in ur car of random clothes for emergencies but weird girls just mad that they stole expensive panties!!!!!!!!!!! it’s okay though cause he bought weird girl some more AND made her clean up her car which she doesn’t like cause like…… what if she needs a mcdonalds ketchup packet one day??

[jihyoruri]

how tall is aespa! yn and how does it affects with bada? it's for a homework

(btw i love u bae)

I imagine aespa!yn’s height as like 5’3 so there is definitely a height difference between her and bada and she uses it against yn all the time especially since aespa!yn loves to play fights and starts mess for no reason and she keeps trying and playing with bada 😭 just to get humbled

[screampied]

Does screampie mean scaring som1 so much they scream? What does it mean? 😭

LMAO

well kinda 🙂‍↕️ i was watching a scream movie ‘n got curious. so i mixed scream + creampie together. i changed my url like three times before i decided on screampied. 🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️

[anneberrieess]

me after making a completely different account for a specific thingy for ethan nakamura bc i saw a fic of him by someone and its my whole personality now like i made a whole ass oc and dif blog for it all omfg😭😭

[regulusstarz]

jjust realised i wadnjt following yyou imevil

aanywayh,, mmore yap please ☺️☺️☺️ ttjell me about the others!!!!! NNYYEEOOWWW!!!

You ask and i deliever!!

I wasn't sure what exactly you wanted to hear so i just did random yaps

Nate: he autistically autisms with his autistic eyes /j. I relate to him sm, hes a little cutie patootie to me.. crying in unexpected and overwhelming situations, he doesn't like big and sudden changes, he likes a strict routine, he puts pressure on himself and is disappointed when he doesn't get something perfect.. bro is ME. I have to replay his route sometime soon cause he's such a cutie. I love him 🙁🙁

Bae: #1 bae hater here. I don't even hate him for anything specific. I just remember having such a deep hatred for him that i went crazy anytime he appeared in the game, so now i have personal beef with him.

Shiloh: I don't have much to say about him. I lovingly wanna smash his head into a wall and dump him in the trash

Everett: Sadly, he is also me 🙁🙁, letting people important to him lead his life is so funny. And him being such a mommy's boy that he calls her after every important thing is hilarious. Also his fashion sense is so stupid it's actually good. I lovingly will bully him

Erm.. also.. Nate x Everett is real, i cannot lie. Bro's are meant to be

[inmaki]

Everyone's calling u zuma and idk if i should too—it feels weirdly disrespectful for me to do it?? Nzjnsjsnsjzj

Buuut n e ways how's life been treating you?? Anything interesting happened lately?? I made mac n cheese from scratch the first time and some of the pasta might be slightly undercooked (i started out with a smaller pan to boil them and shit did NOT fit so I had to transfer to a bigger one and I think that might be why???) BUT the sauce is delicious (i added bacon fat hehe) so I'd say that's pretty good for a first attempt. I know how to cook I swear, it's just my first time and I didn't follow a recipe...

Love you lots, and I hope ur doing well!

- 🍉

hi melon nonnie <3 IT IS NOT AT ALL WHAT CALL ME WTV U WANT!! and lifes been GOOD just very busy but yknow! I SAW THE NEW HUNGER GAMES MOVIE it was very veey good even tho the main girls accent was a little bit annoying!!. sorry. imnot

AND HELP HOW DID U STRUGGLE WITH MAC N CHEESE THIS BAD AHAHGSJS 😭😭😭 at least it turned ok.. i think

[rintoorou]

OMG OMG ALOHA HAWAII UPDATE SOON I CANT WAIT YIPPPIIEEEE

I promise I will get a YMY doll for my suna nendoroid soon so i can dress him up with a floral shirt and shorts in honor of Aloha Hawaii, TRUST!!!

HELLOOOOO ??? THAT'S SO CUTE WHATTTT pls send pics 😔

[robinsgrl]

so glad ur coming back ur weird!reader is the only one that i can actually be like ‘yeah thats me’

I literally love you 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 thank you, angel girl ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🫂

[rammop]

how does he fit in there