#matters right just being able to help somebody else when they need it even if they don’t reciprocate and are actively hurting me instead of

[insanechayne]

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[sorbetisfruity]

Imagine you and some of the TWST guys are preparing for a little party. Whether it be a tea party, or maybe an unbirthday party, idk but THERES A PARTY GOING ON OKAY?

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Obviously Ace and Deuce are there, and so is Grim and Jack and Epel. They practically follow you everywhere so of course they’d help you set up!! Even if they really don’t wanna.

Riddle, Leona, and Vil are there too. Leona doesn’t really wanna be there, but he can’t let his poor weak herbivore do it all on their own, can he?

No, he can’t. He likes you too much to leave you alone because he knows only like, 3 people are gonna help you out.

Riddle is there to make sure no one breaks any rules and behaves accordingly and Vil is there to make sure everything is absolutely perfect. It’s a big party after all, and anything other than perfect could ruin his reputation!!! And we wouldn’t want that, would we??:(

You’re setting the table, trying to make everything as perfectly set as possible. Yet no matter how straight and how perfect you put down those plates and silverware, Vil is correcting it and criticizing you.

“Is it really that hard to set the table correctly Prefect? I know not having magic shouldn’t effect your ability to set a table..” he’d complain, fixing yet another fork you apparently laid down incorrectly.

And you’d stay quiet, getting more and more upset by the minute as you continued setting the table.

And everyone could tell you were getting fed up, but decided to stay quiet for their own good, because they know how Vil is.

“Prefect, at this point it might be better for me to set this table. You’re doing it all wrong. It looks absolutely hideous.” He complained again, making you look up from the fork he asked you to adjust.

“Vil, it looks fine. Can’t you go bother somebody else? I know how to set a table.” You finally talked back, making everyone look up and turn to you two.

“It doesn’t look fine. It looks horrendous. Just like your skin. Have you been doing that skincare routine I showed you?” He fussed, reaching out to touch your face, “and besides, the table only looks a little bit better because I fixed it. Like I said, it doesn’t take magic to set a table, now does it? You should be able to do this with no issues, right?”

You backed away from him, huffing as you did so. “No, I haven’t. I’ve been too busy planning this party and with school and with you guys. I don’t have time for that stuff right now.”

Leona then interrupts, getting in between you two.

“Leave the herbivore alone, table looks fine,” he mumbled with a yawn, “if it looks so awful, maybe you should do it yourself.” He leaned against you, closing his eyes as he spoke.

You sent Leona a thankful smile, looking at Vil as he glared sharply at the both of you.

“Are you being serious? Leona, look at it. It’s a mess. Great Seven, you can’t even set a table correctly. What are you good for, anyways? You’re magicless, you lack strength in general, you can’t even take care of yourself, and your grades are slipping!”

“You’re awful. I will never, never understand why the Black Mirror brought you here.”

The room went silent. The dishes in your hand went clattering to the floor, some shattering on impact.

You knew he can be an asshole, but fuck man.

That hurt.

That hurt a lot.

“You know what, Vil? Fuck you. I’m fucking trying, okay? But it’s hard to focus on things when I’m tackling one overblot and problem after another. I know you’re stressed out and shit, but you don’t need to take it out on me.” You took a deep breath, glaring at him as you teared up.

“I’m so fucking done.”

Before you knew it, your eyes were filled with tears and you were running out the door, hearing your friends shout for you as you ran.

God you wanna go home..

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Oh how I love angst!!

I really wanna make a part 2!! Would you guys like that? Lemme knowwwww!!

If I do make a part two, we’ll see Neige and get a lil more info about Vil and why he said what he said🤞🤞

[eddiestightywhities]

100% in the Buddie Team Switch tent over here btw bc these bastards are honestly just far too complex to ever be anything else imo. like Buck with his praise kink, all somebody please tell me i did good as i wasn't told this growing up by the people who were supposed to say it to me and it changed my brain chemistry by denying me of positive affirmations and molded me into a pliable thing that cannot help but take any shape others want me to so i just need need need you to please please tell me that i did good and that i am good and please will you help me to believe that i am as good as you're telling me i am by holding me down and forcing me to take all of you into all of me until I'm fucking convulsing with just how good it feels and how good i am at it, and bc i now know for sure how much you love it too as you're saying it out loud to me, over and over and over again... and Eddie, with absolutely everything in his life (outside of work) feeling so very out of his control and needing to gain some of it back by crushing Buck with his body weight and telling Buck exactly what it is he should be doing and precisely how to do it and have Buck whining and keening with how desperate he is to comply bc Buck has complete trust in Eddie, in Eddie's ability to make the right decision for whatever it is Buck needs, for what they both need, and having that allows Eddie to have the courage in his convictions that he often struggles to have outside of the(ir) bedroom when it comes to his emotions and that just feels so good to Eddie, to be doing it right, to be the one making Buck feel good, so good, and to actually be taking—for once in his life—what it is that he wants and allowing himself to have the things he desires, to have Buck, all for himself, because that is what feels good to him... but then there are those other times in Eddie's life that he has had to and has to be a sure and steady hand, a reliable go-to, be totally unshakeable and unbreakable and in charge of making decisions that affect countless people's lives—victims of war, those he tries his best to serve and save on calls, colleagues, friends, the people he cares for and those he loves the most in his life—and it's, well. it's A Lot. so much, actually, that Eddie sometimes needs to turn it off and just let it all go and allow somebody else take over and tell him what to do and when to do it bc he just needs to not think about it anymore, to not think at all, needs to just be a vessel for somebody else's decisions and desires and put his trust wholly in somebody else, in Buck, bc he doesn't always trust himself but Buck knows Eddie so well and so completely and understands what Eddie needs to get out of his own head and just have somebody tell him (outside of his job) that he did good for once, that he can get matters of the heart right instead of always wrong wrong wrong and have Buck tell him that yes, of course he's good for something, good for this, good for splaying himself wide open and taking everything he is given by Buck... and then there's the whole Buck (outside of work) having zero fucking clue of what he's doing and even tho he is trying his very best all of the time he's getting it wrong A Lot of the time, bc his best isn't always good enough so he has to try harder but then he's trying too hard, too much, which means he still isn't getting it right. and so to be able to be the one in charge of things and have his will and instruction be absolutely the right thing? the very thing that Eddie needs? that's such a heady experience, such a rush, and when he makes Eddie beg and cry with it and Eddie loves loves loves Buck for it—loves Buck for telling him how it should be and for Buck insisting on what he's giving being what Eddie deserves—that is Buck living and thriving and loving loving loving Eddie right back, with all the plundering depth that he has in him and can give and is... and that, all of that, is just. how it is. every facet of it; every logistic; every angle; every way and any way you look at it; every (s)which way.

[akutasoda]

hewwo can i ask for jouno, tetcho, tachihara and other if u want; with a s/o that is their ideal type, the person they needed

my missing piece

synopsis - when they neet their perfect type

includes - tachihara, jouno, tecchou

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, wc - 714

a/n: hello! just a reminder that this is all my opinion!

taglist - @vi-chan07

michizō tachihara ★↷

↪his ideal type would probably be somebody who is headstrong and quite independent. he's the undercover expert in the hunting dogs and is away for long periods of time so he'd prefer someone who is willing to wait that long for him to return.

↪but he also would love somebody who is able to take a joke and has a close to perfect work life balance. when he's with you he doesn't want either of you to think about work, he just wants to relax with you by his side and focus on silly disagreements such as what to have for dinner.

↪if he ever met somebody who was his ideal type, he'd freeze. his nerves would get the best of him and he be so hesitant to eventually ask you out even though you are everything he'd ever want in a person.

↪that being said, he isn't actually that picky when it comes to his perfect person. there is a lot he looks for in a person but if he loves someone he loves them. sure they'd still have a couple of qualities he's looking for but he knows he can't control who he ultimately falls for.

↪but finding his perfect person would bring him a huge sense of comfort. it would give him hope that you two would stay together through thick and thin.

saigiku jouno ★↷

↪he is extremely picky and particulate when it comes to deciding who he'd want to be with. it doesn't matter if you have every quality he's looking for, if he isn't in the right mindset he won't bat an eye. jouno doesn't exactly seek out a relationship and would easily pass along the opportunity to be with his ideal type if he wasn't ready.

↪however, some qualities he does look for is someone who openly speaks their mind with little regard for the consequences. he wants them to be open and honest with their feelings and not hide behind the ideas of others in order to please them or blend in.

↪he would also really like if his partner was morally grey like himself. he doesn't want someone who is so easily swayed to one side or another, no he wants someone who sits on the fence, who isn't afraid to use sketchy means but still keep to some basic moral grounds.

↪his blindness would never be an issue but you would have to prepare to help him occasionally. whether that be helping him within his or your accomodation or even just helping him de-stress by letting him listen to your heartbeat. just be prepared for him to get quite needy sometimes.

↪finding his perfect person would ultimately lead him to initially believe that he could finally get rid of the idea of relationships. however he would come to realise that he really couldn't live without you after a while, you understood him better than anyone else.

tecchou suehiro ★↷

↪he is one of the most least picky people when it comes to his ideal type. in fact, tecchou rarely thinks about having a relationship with someone but he would be another firm believer that you can't control who you fall in love with. you fall in love with who you fall in love with and you should try and make it work.

↪if he was asked who his ideal type was, he would say that he would like them to be adventurous and not afraid to take risks. he values confidence and wants someone who would willingly try new things - you probably would comr to curse your willingness to try new things when you were net with his food combinations.

↪self righteousness is another valuable quality in his opinion. he is a firm believer in justice and he needs someone who shares a strong belief in a similar field. similarly, someone who is quite driven would also be appealing to him. these qualities would give tecchou the confidence in his relationships.

↪when he finds his perfect person, he acts the same. the only difference is you and your constant presence in his life. now he seeks you out after the day is done, he basks in your company and wonders how he ever got by without you in his life.

[bibluebutterfly]

Okay so we all love the fics where Fizz inspires Ozzie to better himself for Fizz’s affections and to be an overall better partner right? They’re great. Amazing even.

That said.

Somebody PLEASE give me a fic where they work to better EACH OTHER. Fizz has been through a shit ton, but that doesn’t mean he has to stop growing because of tragedy.

As we all know, Fizz inspires Ozzie through his diligence, resilience, inventiveness, etc. But what I think us as a fandom heavily overlook is how Ozzie inspires Fizz to be better too.

That’s what’s so beautiful about their relationship. They make EACH OTHER better. They both work for what they have, and inspire the other to change.

I know a lot of us (especially those who relate to Fizz on a super personal level) want to just have Fizz rest and have somebody else make ALL of the necessary changes to understand him and take care of him. Now don’t get me wrong, Fizz does deserve someone to love and take care of him.

But while Ozzie grows as a character in these stories, Fizz gets very little if any character development, with the main focus for him usually being able to learn to let Ozzie in. Now this WOULD be fine but even when they get together, the relationship usually feels very one sided as Ozzie is the only one ever doing anything. He’s the only one changing and/or the only one giving.

This depiction of a relationship is very unrealistic as no matter how damaged your past has made you, you always have to keep working for your relationships if you want them to succeed. I also bring this up because in a lot of these fics, Fizz is an ass at some point for (granted) understandable reasons, but the narrative in these fics never quite call him out for it or even paint him as if he’s in the wrong. This is an issue as understandable motives don’t equal an excuse. Actions will forever be stronger than words and you HAVE to put mutual work in a relationship to make it flourish.

Fizz and Ozzie do this amazingly in the show. They take care of each other and are thriving because of it. Oz is Fizz’s rock and keeps him grounded, and Fizz repays him by always (purposely) finding ways to him smile and helping him with his hectic schedule.

^^^ THIS ^^^ is a PARTNERSHIP. THIS is putting in the work. THIS is adjusting to each other and making the effort to understand one another.

Here’s the thing: love isn’t enough. Love is meaningless without the work. Good relationships are built on communication and effort; love is simply the motivation. Fizz and Ozzie show this perfectly.

Now the fanfics need to as well.

[sillygoofyqueer]

What was that? More Wei Qingwei backstory?? Okay, random voice screaming at me all day from the back of my head!!!!

Wei Yi had grown to love his time on Wan Jian Peak. Honestly, this time. He was still terrified of the dark, he was still flinchy and flighty at even the best of times, and changing his fear around food was a slow but necessary journey. However, he was actually gaining muscle now, meaning he was able to do a lot of things more easily around the forge (and got to laugh whenever he caught Mu Zhang staring a little too long). He was learning how to socialise, how to offer kindness to everyone, no matter how prickly or cold they may appear to have been. Help was not limited to those who society decided were worthy, help was for everyone who needed it. Even if a few of the shimeis and shidis bit him when he was helping out with their lessons. That was something he did now, as well. Shifu always spoke of how well he was doing, how he was unmatched in almost every class, so he thought it only reasonable that he offered support to those that Shifu thought were struggling. A-Zhang always spoke of it as though it were some noble, unfathomable thing to do, an extra bit of work on what everyone perceived to be an already massive pile. Wei Yi just really enjoyed it, actually. Enjoyed being able to watch as everything clicked into place in their eyes, to see the pride that fluttered through them when they got something right after so long of struggling. He enjoyed being kind, he found. Enjoyed helping and making people smile. It gave him something to do. His pangolins enjoyed the walk as well, they liked clinging to his robes and lounging across his shoulders and wrapping around his arms until he carried them for fear they would fall. They also helped soften any particularly situation - from an exhausted shijie who refused to take a break, to a shidi that lashed out out of fear that this wasn't real, that they were just waiting to discard him again. Sometimes, people called his pangolins 'emotional support animals' - or, well, he assumed that they were calling his pangolins that, even if they mainly said it even when it was just him, because he didn't know what else they could be referring to. As long as the pangolins helped, as long as he helped and smiled, nobody could stay upset for long, and that was all that mattered to him. It actually got to the point where his Li-shibo began asking Shifu if Wei Yi would be willing to show some of the Qian Cao disciples how to help more 'difficult' patients. Wei Yi read between the lines. He knew that, despite how kind the peak lords were, they weren't very good at dealing with those who they did not understand. Wei Yi, however, was, because he took the time (had the time) to understand those who were classed as 'difficult'. So, of course he accepted, adding another duty to the long list he already had (A-Zhang said it was just a matter of time before they would both be head disciples, and he sounded so excited all of the time. Wei Yi just liked that A-Zhang thought of him as competent enough to be thought of for the position ((and later that Shifu thought the same, when he was given the fire opal to hang from his belt))). Because he was hanging around at Qian Cao more often - whether that be due to the injuries he sustained through what he classed as no fault of his own (he didn't mean for them to happen, but rather it him than somebody else. He could heal with his cultivation, they may not) or due to the advice he would give to anyone who asked for it - he spent more time with A-Zhang; it was on one particular occasion, where they both had a break from their respective duties as head disciples and were taking a walk together through the more secluded parts of Qian Cao, when Wei Yi had that familiar, bone chilling feeling of danger. That was one of the things that had never left from his childhood - the internal detector that had almost unsettling accuracy, that he had trained to warn him of danger of monster attacks and being hunted and threats and violence and- (not me ending on a fucking cliffhanger, but I simply must slumber for the night, I'm sorry)

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

I'm bored so I have to ask, how would you rate everyone's ability to give words of support? Who turns out to be more dramatic and who is more direct? Who works best at giving a more personal motivational talk and who is best at giving an inspirational speech to a crowd?

Kai: ...well. Kai's one consistently good quality is his ability to pep talk anyone else, due to his inability to not give up himself. Whether it be in the middle of a battle, a matter of perspectives, or issues of the heart, his advice and support is honestly pretty solid—if you look past the veneer of haughtiness he usually speaks with. He's pretty direct when pushed to the nitty gritty of a problem, regardless of whether it's one-on-one or to a whole crowd (as he's great at both), but like. Dramatic eleventh hour pep speeches are sort of his thing (and if you think it's not I will PROVE it should be—!)

Jay: He is usually the one in need of support, and when there's somebody else that needs it, another person is already beating him to the punch, therefore he hardly ever has to jump in with his own two cents. So when the opportunity arises for him to be on the supporting end, he's very dramatic about it, and I'd say he's better at doing crowd control than having to deal with someone face to face. You've just gotta give him the chance to go for it, first.

Cole: He's good at giving support (as that's part of his whole elemental schtick, being a foundation for others, and it goes hand-in-hand with his role as a leader) he's just not the best at it, as he can't always phrase what he wants to say how he wants to say it. He can motivate a crowd, but not necessarily inspire them, while one-on-one he can comfort people very well, but not necessarily have the words to help them see what they need to do to fix their problems.

Zane: Cannot handle a crowd to save his life, BUT one-on-one he's usually able to hone in on exactly how to help and support—although he rarely likes to intervene unless the situation is truly dire (such as with Kai in Book 1 and Cole in Book 2). Extremely direct with his approach, to the point that it comes off as dramatic lol.

Nya: She does give solid advice and support—but only at, like, the very minimum level? Her words will get the job done in the moment, but it tends to not really stick with whomever she directs it to. Honestly ends up getting the script flipped on her a lot–so busy trying to ignore her problems by helping others that the person she's trying to help has to give her a healthy dose of perspective instead (...which is usually Lloyd, oop, and with Cole as an exception–she's very good at comforting Cole specifically). Thus, is probably a little more effective at corralling a crowd than trying to drive a point home one-on-one.

Lloyd: Takes after Kai in giving uplifting speeches (it's the protagonist syndrome) and inexplicably always gives good support (it's the empathy/connection powers), and at first he's only good at comforting others individually, but once he grows into it more he's able to inspire a crowd (like in S9, woooooo), but, we all gotta start from somewhere (and that start is with Kai in an erupting volcano, I guess). And you know he's always gotta be dramatic with it gfdgfdfdfd

Jesse: Hyping up a crowd for a performance is one thing; trying to organize a crowd into heeding his warnings is another matter entirely. Even if his crowd control is iffy (though it gets somewhat better with time and confidence), he's killer when it comes to personal motivation. Even when he doesn't have the perfect advice, he has the right thing to say (kind of like his mom ;w;) Emotional support ninja ftw.

[austenpoppy]

Dumbledore didn't give Ron the Deluminator because he knew Ron would leave

This claim makes no sense. How was Dumbledore supposed to know that Ron would leave? Ron didn't leave in any circumstances. Ron left after being badly Splinched but never recovering properly, all while starving and freezing for months, while being mentally tortured for about 12 hours every 24 hours for months, while feeling hopeless because the trio was not moving forward with the Horcrux Hunt, and then again only after he learned that his sister had been cruelly punished, that another of siblings had probably been injured, after feeling invisible and useless while wearing Voldemort around his neck, and after a fight during which Harry himself unwillingly confirmed Ron's worst fears and told him to leave three times.

Ron would have never left otherwise, especially if you remove the "mentally tortured for months" part.

Was Dumbledore supposed to guess Harry would have the brilliantly stupid idea of putting a Horcrux around his neck?

And even then, Ron only wanted to leave for a few minutes - no, scratch that - for a few seconds after he Disapparated. He just couldn't come back right away because of the Snatchers. Think about it: if Ron hadn't fallen right into a gang of Snatchers after Disapparating, the Deluminator would've been useless ! (and side note for the people who think Ron couldn't have come back because of the wards put around the tent; Ron definitely could until Harry and Hermione left, in fact Ron did come back to the spot where they were though it was too late, and Harry and Hermione themselves knew Ron could technically come back since they dragged their feet before leaving and waited until the very last moment).

This to me relies too much on unlikely probabilities to make sense.

Even worse is the fact that the Deluminator only started to work once Hermione said Ron's name. Let's even assume that Dumbledore somehow read the future and knew Ron would leave and wouldn't be able to come back; somehow the object you give to him to ensure his way back doesn't work on its own? Ron can't just want to come back, he has to wait for somebody else to say his name first?

What a half-assed plan.

And for the geniuses who somehow claim that Dumbledore knew all along that Ron would leave: if Dumbledore had such an insight into Ron's character even if it made zero sense for Ron (Ron!) to want to leave Harry, how come he didn't predict that Harry would not want to hear or say Ron's name again if Ron left, and that Hermione would follow his lead?

None of this making any lick of sense, I'm presenting to you the more probable idea that Dumbledore knew the trio might be separated at one point (this was already way more likely, there were many scenarios in which the trio could be separated... for example, the trio was even separated at the Ministry even if it wasn't their plan !), and knew that whatever happened, Ron would want to be reunited with his friends above all else (like, for example, Harry not only feared his friends would leave him, but was also tempted to go on the Hunt alone; had the friends split, he might have thought that somehow this was for the best and that looking for them would endanger them), that Harry and Hermione needed Ron to function properly, and that out of the three of them, Ron was the more likely to get the trio together again.

Thus having the Deluminator work when Harry or Hermione said Ron's name makes more sense: if they were separated, one of them could call Ron for help and Ron would come to them no matter what.

[lopsicle]

How To Make Purple

TickleTober Day 6: Cuddles

Characters: Lee! Kyoko, Ler! Sayaka

Summary: Once Kyoko refuses to go sleep, Sayaka thinks an unconventional method will work well on her friend.

Warnings: None, just a tickle fic.

Kyoko had always looked out for herself, hunted for herself, survived for herself. Kyoko lived to survive, to keep going for day after day, no matter how hard it was sometimes. She was an amazing Magical Girl, one of the best, and in her mind, that meant she was above things like feeling alone. The empty hole in her heart was temporarily filled with the simple pleasure of food. Kyoko Sakura did not need anybody. That’s why if you told her that eventually, she’d be all cuddly and happy in her girlfriend’s arms, she would’ve thrown up.

Sayaka had corroded Kyoko’s tough exterior, the newbie did something to Kyoko that she hadn’t experienced in a long time. She challenged her. She wanted to be something with her, a friend at the time. Neither of them really wanted to be alone. It started with hunting wraiths together, a mutually beneficial alliance that soon blossomed, allies, friends and then lovers. Kyoko wasn’t alone anymore, and Sayaka had somebody that wanted her for who she was, both the good and bad parts. It was love like they had never experienced before.

Kyoko could never imagine herself being soft. Even now, the word made her shiver slightly, before she reminded herself that didn’t make her weak at all. Kyoko wouldn’t have survived this long if she was weak. There’s nothing wrong with needing a little bit of comfort every now and then, Mami’s voice ring in her ears. She found herself curled up in Sayaka’s lap, clinging onto her like how a koala would a tree. Sayaka’s hands wrapped around her waist securely, keeping the magical girls safe together. Kyoko closed her eyes and leaned her head against Sayaka’s chest, breathing gently to the sound of her beating heart. Sayaka’s fingers brushed against Kyoko’s arms, soaking up the warmth of her skin, reminding herself that they were both still human, that they were both still here. Living as a magical girl was horrifying but right here, right now, nothing else mattered. Not Wraiths, not Kyubey, everything was perfect and safe.

Eventually, Kyoko began giving into the comforting atmosphere and yawned into Sayaka’s shoulder, her eyelids groggy, feeling as if cob webs had been weaved between them that made it so much easier to just keep her eyes closed. Sayaka giggled to herself a little at that, her hands beginning to stroke Kyoko’s long ponytail.

“I think we should be getting to bed now.” Sayaka suggested, although this didn’t fly over well with Kyoko.

“Noooo..” Kyoko complained, her voice dripping with exhaustion, feeling her grip tighten onto the back of Sayaka’s shirt. She still wasn’t used to having other people tell her what to do, even if she knew it was for the better and that Sayaka was just trying to help her. More importantly though, she couldn’t be with Sayaka if she was asleep, she wouldn’t be able to feel her body against hers, she couldn’t listen to the rhythm of her heart, or the sounds of her breathing in and out. Kyoko couldn’t let this moment end.

“You know you’ll have to eventually,” Sayaka commented, both of them far too stubborn to consider backing down. Sayaka nudged Kyoko slightly and ,when she just snuggled her body against hers more, she slipped one hand underneath the girl’s knees and scooped her up, getting up off the couch of her apartment.

“Sayaka, I wanna stay here, I’m not even tired..” Kyoko mumbled into her girlfriend’s collar, though she wasn’t fooling anyone, it was blatantly obvious that the moment her head touched her pillow it would be lights out.

“Uh huh, sure you aren’t,” Sayaka commented, before grinning to herself as an idea popped into her mind, “well, how about I tire you a little then?”

Kyoko’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Hm? What’s that supposed to meeaAA-?!” Kyoko’s drained voice shifter into a loud squeal at the feeling of Sayaka’s hands squeezing the side of her thigh, her body spasmed about in her girlfriend’s grip, clinging onto her desperately.

“What was that, darling? I couldn’t quite here you,” Sayaka commented smugly, waiting for Kyoko to try and retort back to jab her nails into her thighs and wiggle them about against her skin.

“St-stohohp that, it’s ahahahannoying!” Kyoko tried to kick at Sayaka or bat away her hands but it was difficult to do anything when she was being cradled like this, especially when she didn’t really want to be let go that much.

“Aww, is it? Can the big strong witch hunter not handle a little tickling?” Sayaka cooed in her teasing, a little mocking, a little adoringly. How could she not finding her sleepy girlfriend crumbling in her arms from getting tickled absolutely adorable? Kyoko, on the other hand, went nearly as red as her hair, groaning loudly.

“Cahahahn you just quit it?! I wahahahanna cuddle!” Kyoko begged lightly, whatever semblance of the spiky, loner persona she had crumbled away at this point.

“So do I, silly, your the one who keeps squirming away! I just want to spend some sweet, quality time with my lovely girlfriend and you keep trying to leave me!” Sayaka playfully teased her, before sitting back down on the couch with Kyoko on her lap to make it easier to tickle her. Keeping her in a light hold, Sayaka’s fingers began plucking and pressing at Kyoko’s ribs, playing her like a piano. Kyoko’s upper ribs got her squealing and shrieking, while her lower ribs made her cackle and laugh breathlessly, and those sweet little spots between her ribs practically made her scream. She wiggled all about on Sayaka’s lap, but never enough to actually break her comforting hold.

“‘C-cahahause yohohour ti-tihiHIHIHCKLING MEHEHEHEHE!!” Kyoko screeched, clinging onto Sayaka desperately for comfort, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to distract herself from the buzzing, swarming sensations by focusing on the peaceful, pleasant act of cuddling her girlfriend. Of course, that didn’t work, but neither of them were complaining about the arrangement.

“It’s not my fault your this fun to tickle! Just look at you, all smiley and squirmy, you look adorable like this!” Sayaka doted, she really couldn’t get enough of seeing Kyoko like this, happily giggling and screeching, cuddling against her like a kitten.

“SAHAHAHAYAKA!!” Kyoko screeched in a tone that a mother’s child would if she was embarrassing them, flapping about wildly in Sayaka’s lap. Having Sayaka fawn over her was unreasonable flustering for the poor girl, it was so caring and sweet and adoring that she couldn’t help but melt at the compliments, any come backs she might have had moulding into little stutters that got lost in her laughter.

“Think you wanna go to bed now?” Sayaka asked dutifully, slowing down her attack on Kyoko’s ribs just enough so that she wasn’t overwhelmed. Kyoko shook her head appreciatively against Sayaka’s body, clearly Sayaka wasn’t tiring her out enough…or maybe she just wasn’t playing Kyoko right. Cautiously, her fingertips traced down to Kyoko’s stomach, before beginning to gently circle and rub around her tummy, the sensations being just sensitive enough to leave her giggling.

“You know, we can just stay like this and sleep, we’re not gonna have to separate just to go to bed!” Sayaka commented, her voice quietened down, more soft and alluring. Kyoko made a mumble of agreement, utterly melting into the attention and squeezing her eyes in sleepy bliss. The two’s bodies stayed in a comfortable entanglement on the couch.

“Thanks..you know..for all of that..” Kyoko vocalised in a voice tinier than she thought possible, though all of this once seemed impossible. She was here, with her girlfriend, letting her take care of her. And they were both safe.

Kyoko soon drifted into a gentle sleep, though Sayaka stayed awake for as long as she could, snuggling up to her girlfriend and listening to her heartbeat before eventually clocking out peacefully.

[rubykgrant]

OK, I still want to re-write and re-arrange most of this (some stuff I want to change, some stuff I just want to make a little less word-y), but I kinda had something decent cooking with this interaction between unconscious Simmons and Sigma... like, hey little dude, you might be PROJECTING something besides the holographic flames for avatar, hmm? Sigma met somebody with- "A streak of pride, a sense of smug indignation. Ripples of jealousy that turn into waves of resentment. An ego, burning with frustration and ambition", and said to himself- "I could fix you, but I actually LOVE what's going on here" (in a good way, Sigma genuinely isn't being an a-hole). Vague backstory is Simmons has recently reunited with his parents and finally realized they suck (he got some character development and did NOT have a good time), and now some bad guys want to scan the brains of everybody came in contact with the Alpha/AI Fragments to try and make more (but with boot-leg equipment, this will kill them). Tex has returned with the actual Fragments, looking for Church, and trying to rescue the others as well

(text from the images below)

Simmons; Alright… you want me to think about getting back to everybody who’s important to me. Sure, that makes sense. I can roll with that

Sigma; No, that isn’t enough. You need to think BIGGER. The people who tricked you all into coming here, they’re going to destroy you. They will delete what they think doesn’t matter, and focus on the parts they think they can use as tools. This will kill who you are now. It will also kill everybody else. It will kill the people who have become your dear friends. It will kill the people who have become more of a family to you than your pathetic parents. It will kill Grif

Simmons; What, are you trying to scare me now?!

Sigma; I’m trying to MOTIVATE YOU. Everything you want is out there, waiting for you, and you can’t let anybody stand in your way. What is happening to you is an insult, an injustice. How DARE these people try to take away your life, when you’ve FINALLY gotten what you deserve? You have respect, you have purpose, you have genuine happiness. What will happen if you can’t get out of this room? Nothing. You’ll have nothing, and you’ll BE nothing. Does that sound good, Simmons?

Simmons; No. It doesn’t (partial illustration of a face, meant to be Simmons, his eyes closed and expression relaxed to mimic sleep)

Sigma; I didn’t think so. Well, look at us, bonding and everything. I’ll be able to help you now. I can tell you exactly what to do, when to dodge and when to strike. I won’t be “taking over your body”, so don’t worry about that… we’ll just be in unison. I can function at a migher capacity than humans, and normally you couldn’t keep up. However, the better connected we are, the easier it will be for me to give you advice. You’ll react much quicker, and they won’t know what hit them. Once you’re in the clear, and I point you in the right direction, I’ll go help somebody else. Perhaps I’ll even find Grif for you

Simmons; Alright, I guess I’m motivated… actually, I’m pretty pissed-off

Sigma; Yes, I can tell. Let’s be sure to aim that energy at the people who put you here

Simmons; I don’t want to kill anybody…

Sigma; We won’t

Simmons; but I want to make them pay

Sigma; We will

Simmons; I can feel my fingers, and my legs… when should I move?

Sigma; Not yet. I’ll tell you when the time comes. Just hold still, relax, keep your breathing even… they think you’re still sleeping. Don’t let yourself fall into a rage, that’s not what we need. Calm and confident, that’s what we need. You are better that these people think you are, you are capable of more than they expect. Think about what you want, and hold on to that feeling… almost ready… almost…

Sic ‘em

(another partial illustration of Simmons’ face, this time his eye opening, with flames as the iris)

Also, later Sigma basically needs to give Simmons a powerpoint presentation about his feelings regarding Grif; somebody had to SPELL. IT. OUT.

[enby-crisis]

Favorite Criminal

Ominis Gaunt x Reader

Summary: With everyone ignoring you and your best friend still sick, you snap at Sebastian, while Ominis thinks of a way to fix this mess they pulled you into.

Word Count: 1632

Warnings: Mentions of depression, anxiety, and Unforgivables.

A/n: Yeah so this one is hella long but also will have other parts :) Feel free to leave requests. I have too much free time this week and will see what I can do.

You try to be supportive. For Anne. Be there for Sebastian when he needed you. You knew this road he was down was a dangerous one and despite both you and Ominis begging him to be careful- to protect him yourselves, he still was set on a path of destruction with his new best friend. You knew it hurt Ominis more then you that Sebastian spent the whole year choosing someone he just met over the lifetime the two boys shared. Sebastian knew something about this character that you and Ominis couldn't puzzle out. 

Often you and Ominis would sit in the Undercroft later at night and whisper about what you could so to clear Sebastian from the crimes he has already committed with this new student. Thinking of new lies to cover up where those two went sometimes. Ominis didn't want to get his best friend in trouble and you couldn't watch Ominis beat himself up over something that was not even his fault. Though you did have far less involvement in the matter then the pale blonde, since he helped them find the relic in the first place, but he was already blaming himself for that so voicing it would only earn you a sarcastic remark and make him fall deeper into the hole he helped these two dig. 

You tried everything. All of the lies and cover ups are catching up to you and Ominis and after they used the Cruciatus curse on you, then the Imperius curse on Ominis, it was only a matter of time before Sebastian's new accomplice used the killing curse on somebody. Your paranoia was unavoidable nowadays. You felt there were people around you who knew what the two of you were up to. 

You think about running from this. Hiding from the suspicious eyes of professors and students alike. Who knows what these criminals are up to now? Where are they? Who else has this power-driven newbie dragged down with them? You can't focus on studying for your OWLS due to the stress Sebastian's new escapades have clawed into your chest.

It has gotten to the point that Ominis has started to hide things from you. You feel betrayed by the way two boys you've know most of your life cast you aside so easily. Now the only one who tells you anything is Anne.

You miss her everyday. Just being able to take a break from the boys and gossip with another girl. The school still has a spot for her in the dorms. Your dorm. A clean made bed with fresh linins that haven't been in use all year. When you miss her the most you sit on her bed, her name carved into the wooden post of the bed. 

Tonight you cant sleep, you can't handle the feelings anymore and go downstairs to sit at the window. Keep your mind off everything by listening to the water bubbling by the underwater bay window. It is very much your spot so being nearly one in the morning you were not expecting a certain brunette to be sitting there with a strange book.

"What? Telling everybody in our year about the Undercroft wasn't enough for you, you had to steal my spot to?" You snap at him, causing Sebastian to startle before meeting you hard gaze.

"No, I though you would be with Ominis at this hour. And I didn't tell everyone about the Undercroft, just one other." He says, giving you attitude right back with ease.

"Save it. I don't care that much, and why do you think I'd be with Ominis? Did he not tell you?" Your line of questioning confuses him. You scoff. "Oh let me guess. Too busy replacing him with someone who actually enjoys your obsessions?"

"Enjoys?" He puts his book down to talk to you, "Maybe if you and Ominis were more willing to help I wouldn't have had to find someone who was." His anger is evident in his loud tone.

"You are unbelievable you know that." You counter him with a whisper, "I miss her everyday. between you and that- that fifth year making problems for the rest of us and Ominis trying to stop you from getting arrested  I have been left with no one. Have you even asked your sister about what she wants? Have you even seen her? I mean of course you have. With your new best friend! In Feldcroft before Holiday Break. Four months ago."  You stop, catching your breath.

"She is MY sister! No one misses Anne more then I do (Y/n)! I just want what's best for her." He argues.

You roll your eyes, "You want what's best for you Sebastian. Stop going around pretending you care about anyone but yourself. You-"

"Will you two shut it!" Ominis causes both you and Sebastian to turn and face him. "If you don't you will surly wake the whole house. Not to mention it is way past curfew and neither should be down here."

Sebastian grabs his book off the window seat and shoves past you to the boys dorm, knocking into your shoulder as he storms off.

You turn to face Ominis, his face blank, still in his school uniform. "How much of that did you hear?" You use a softer tone with the blonde then you did with his friend.

"I was there the whole time. Waiting for you actually. I'm blind not deaf." He gives a soft smile.

"Sorry." You whisper, embarrassed about your outburst.

"Don't be. I whole-heartedly agree with you." 

You smile at him.

 "However I think there is a time and place to do it."

Your face drops again and with your help, you guild Ominis to sit with you in the bay window.

"When was the last time you two spoke?" Ominis asked, cocking his head to the side.

The last time you have even seen Sebastian was the night at the Scriptorium. You tagged along, much to the dismay of the rest of the party. Sebastian and his companion were more annoyed then anything else, but Ominis was enraged the agreed to let you tag along. When they tried to talk him into using an Unforgivable, on you no less, he was fuming, ranting about you safely and how those two dodo-brains put you in danger. Since then both Sebastian and Ominis have been keeping you at arms length. Ominis less so, he will still have dinner with you and sit with you in classes you still have together but any of his free time is devoted on keeping his only other friend out of Azkaban.

No one really worried about you. Maybe they should have. It wasn't fair on you and Ominis for your only group of friends to split in several different directions and expect a blind guy to fumble the ground for the pieces.

"(Y/n)?" He reaches for your hand. As if you left him. As if you evaporated into smoke.

"That night we went into the Scriptorium." You let him slip his hand into yours, and, though its a platonic gesture, you blush. Hard.

'(Y/n) that was months ago."

"I know." You sigh, "Haven't seen much of our troublemaker since then. Seems he's been avoiding me. Or perhaps I am avoiding him."

"Well then. He definitely deserved that tantrum you threw." Ominis snickers.

You smack his shoulder, "It was not a tantrum!" You huff, but his smile makes you give one in return.

"I would call it a tantrum." He rubs circles into your hand, staring into the blankness that is the other side of the common room. Not that he know.

 "Why were you waiting down here for me? We only ever talk in class now. These meeting only happen when Seb did something wrong." You change the subject, trying to not argue with the only person who still makes an effort to talk to you nowadays.

Ominis shakes his head, "I think they're planning something."

He pauses and you wait for him to continue, knowing it'll be something bad. Your chest tightens with rising anxiety.

"I might need your help to stop him- them," He corrects, "When they went to the catacombs, he was looking for this relic. I think they found it. Sebastian is going back in a few days to test it. he thinks it can cure Anne." 

"I think we should stop helping those two. Let them dig their own graves Ominis." You cut him off before he can explain further.

"Listen I have to go. Not for Sebastian but for Anne. I don't think he is being honest with her." "Why does that not surprise me." You once again interject.

"(Y/n) I- would you please stop interrupting me!" Ominis says, annoyed with the input you give.

"Sorry.." You blush.

"They told Anne I lead them to the Scriptorium alongside you. Sebastian is very careful with his words. Anne thought we knew about what the relic does. I told her what I knew and she did the same. Those two have been lying to all of us! Even each other. It has gotten to where Solomon wants to leave. Move further from the school. We have to stop this before it's to late." "Ominis." You whisper, "I think it's already too late."

When his face drops you know that wasn't what he wanted you to say. For a moment you understand the new fifth year and their willingness to partake in anything Sebastian throws at them. They- much like you- act out of love. You love Ominis and only want him to be happy. This new student must have a crush on your friend. They do what they do because they care about Sebastian. Its toxic but just like them you cave.

"But if you think this is for the best I will help you. I can't promise Anne will to please that either of you dragged me into this. However if you need me there, I'll go."

Ominis smiles.

[koiir]

IVE GOT SOMETHING TO CONFESS

— Them as compass lyrics

Characters - albedo, venti , Kaeya, kazuha, xiao, Scaramouche /kunikuzushi

Genre - fluff, angst with comfort

— Albedo

“I think I need you with me for all-time, when I need new directions for my mind.”

With Albedo, having you by his side is already something he can use as inspiration. Yet what he loves most about you is the way you think, what different ways you can come up with when he ask for your advice or help. The way you think, the way you always help him no matter what, even when you aren’t feeling the best tells him you’re everything he needs.

But with him not being human, you have also helped him with that. Comforting him when he revealed that to you, and telling him you would love him no matter what. The way you help him understand his emotions, makes him feel secure. Secure in himself, because he never thought that he would be able to feel these types of emotions, yet you were the one who showed him. Showed him these emotions that consume his heart. Because of you.

— Venti

“You’ll tell me if I’m acting like a fool, I know that you’re not something to lose.”

Having someone who can deal with venti… is rare to say the least. But that’s because it’s you! You’ve always been so willing to help him out even when he can be a pain in the ass while drunk. The way you comfort him, the way you put him in bed and giving him a drink of water to calm him down is the bare minimum… yet to venti, it’s everything he could ask for. He knows you’re just doing what’s right, trying to get him over his hangover, yet he knows without you he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

Without you, he would have a harder time taking care of himself. Knowing what’s the best for him, how to take care of himself. Yes, he could learn, but it’s not the same. Not the same way you take care of him. That’s why he can’t lose you, anyone knew that you were a special person. So losing you would be hell for venti. He sometimes wonders why you chose him, someone who is drunk mess most of the time. But even with that, you would comfort him for being a fool. Being a fool in not realizing how much you loved him that you wouldn’t be with anyone else other than him.

— Kaeya

“You’re always with me when I’m down, I’m lucky you’ve been keeping me around.”

You knew what getting into a relationship with the Calvary caption would mean, some secrets not being told. But Kaeya was somebody you loved, and you knew that eventually he would tell you those secrets from his past. Kaeya himself knew it, he knew he could trust you. But he wasn’t ready to reveal those secrets. He felt like a dick, he said he trusted you yet wouldn’t even tell you his past?

Yet you would still comfort him, because you knew what these secrets held. You knew what they meant to Kaeya. They meant that he could fear what you thought about him, and you couldn’t lie to yourself. You did wonder, what are exactly are those secrets? But loving him also meant staying by his side, which was what he needed. Someone to love him… someone who would understand him. Kaeya would sometimes even think that you would leave him for these untold secrets, but he shouldn’t have every underestimated you and your love. He’s lucky, so lucky. That no matter what, you will always stick by his side.

— Kazuha

“You’re the star I look for every night.”

Missing you is the worst feeling Kazuha has to feel, and he hates the fact that it’s often due to his travels. But one thing that makes it all better is the nights before he falls asleep, looking up at the starry night, thinking of you. He remembers you laying down, cuddled next to him looking up at the stars while he talks about his day. Remembering the way you stare at awe at the night sky, you always said how the stars in the night always caught your eye. Which is why he made it a routine every night.

It’s the reason why he feels more at ease without you, the starry night reminding him of you. He wonders if you are doing the same, thinking of him while gazing at the night. And he knows the answer, you are.

“No matter what, you will always be in my mind Kazu. Take the stars for example, so far apart yet each one of them is still contacted. Just like us.” So far apart, yet two hearts are connected no matter what.

— Xiao

“When It’s dark, you’ll stick right by my side.”

He doesn’t deserve you. He thinks. Yet he’s so grateful that you have stuck by his side, even during the beginning… when he made it extremely clear that you shouldn’t be around someone like him. Clearly due to his karmic debts he would say, but no matter what, you wouldn’t budge. Just like now.

“You shouldn’t be out this late. Shouldn’t you be getting some sleep?” You stood next to him, staring straight ahead into the night sky. “I’m not that tired that I can’t spend time with you xiao.”

The way you two stayed there together until dawn, with xiao holding you close to him. He knew that you should have gotten some rest instead of coming out with him, because you still ended up falling into a deep slumber. But with him. He smiled softly when realizing what he felt, your body leaning on his. He didn’t want to move you… but he knew when you awoke your neck would be feeling some aches from the uncomfortable position it was in. So he moved your head onto his chest, which you always said was more comfortable than your own bed. He didn’t believe that… but what he did believe was that you will stick by his side. No matter what.

— Scaramouche

“Like a magnet, can’t help that I’m attracted to you, I am. Could you keep on guiding me? Please.”

He has always been attracted to you, even before he became the wanderer. But with you back In his life, he couldn’t let you go no matter what. He had already lost so much, you couldn’t leave him too. But with you by his side every day and night, he knew you wouldn’t. You were the only person who could understand him in and out. You knew what to do, how to comfort him. Because he was still scared, scared of losing you.

He knows there’s someone better, someone better for you. He believes that he isn’t enough for you. But… when you comfort him, holding him tight in your embrace, he has to believe you. You remind him over and over that he’s the one for you. This comfort from you, is what keeps him going. He can understand a bit, how it feels to be a mortal. Yet, with these emotions, he can’t handle it on his own. It feels as if it’s too much for him to handle. But with you, it’s easier. You guide him into the right direction, which is why he can’t lose you. He never thought he could feel like this, love someone so much. So, for you he will do his best. His best in so he can be the partner you deserve, but he also needs your guiding in order to move forward.

[sanriokamabodo]

college!bf akaza

A/N: i folded so hard for akaza when he first came on the screen in mugen train, i think he even turned my bf bi lol, this is so sappy btw but i just love this tragic man so much

CW's: multiple mentions of sex, akaza has a happy family life because i said so, i have babyfever and i think it shows in my writing, not proofread

Goes to medical school, there! I said it. Perhaps not the fastest at learning things but his perseverance is scary. If he wants something he puts his all into it.

Despite going to a different school, he shares a dorm with you on your campus.

(I'm not a huge fan of the trope where after years of dating they're still overly flustered around eachother but, Akaza...)

Was very nervous about moving in together despite being highschool sweethearts.

"A-are you sure you want me to move in with you? I'm sure I can find my own place, I might even be able to stay with my dad?"

"Honey, we've been together since our third year of highschool, I'm sure."

"What if I walk in on you changing?"

"We've had sex!"

You've had zero regrets moving in with Akaza, he's the most thoughtful boyfriend after all.

Had a long day at school? Pizza and your favourite movie it is.

Will always help you by quizzing you on your notes when you have a test coming up, sending you off on your big day with a homemade lunchbox and cute note by yours truly.

Always makes it a point to walk you home if it's dark.

Always makes sure you have fresh flowers every week.

And always, always greets you with a kiss when you come home from school or work, no matter how busy he may be himself.

Akaza also has a small job on the side, he helps teaching young kids at a dojo nearby.

One time you finished school early and wanted to come look at how he helped around in the dojo. The way he looked so serious but was so gentle and encouraging to the kids there made you want to pull him into a nearby broom closet and have him give you a baby right then and there.

He is a black belt, one of his biggest goals in life being that he wants a red belt and become a karate instructor.

Then why study medicine people have asked before. His father though believing Akaza can do anything he puts his mind to wants him to have job security. Even going so far as promising if he got his diploma he'd help Akaza open his own dojo.

Akaza is his only child. While his father struggled with his illness, Akaza was always there for him, tending to his every need. Even going as far as giving up his childhood, just to help his mother nurse his father back to health.

His father, always feeling guilty for not having been able to play with him, got him into karate. A place for his only Akaza to blow off some steam. And helping his son achieve his dreams felt only right with all that Akaza did for him.

Akaza doesn't only teach at the dojo, he has a small workshop running at your campus where he teaches women basic self defense. You help him out there of course, correcting defensive stances when Akaza is helping somebody else. He taught you self defense within you guys' first year of dating, so you know a thing or two.

Akaza is such an amazing guy, he is ambitious and works hard.

Between his job at the dojo, his schoolwork and volunteer self defense class he always makes sure you know that you're the most important person in his life. Proving that fact with a sappy, stuttered speech as he proposes to you on the walk home together from your graduation dinner and giving you the baby you've wanted for so long later that evening.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

OKAY can I ask for the Sdra2 girl cast dating a Fem! S/o who has a twin? But the twin is like Kanade like the whole 3rd trial all over again but switch the twins with said S/o and their twin? Like S/o is like in a puppet state while their twin is bonkers 😵‍💫

Ooooo evil I like it. Also imma include the girls that died before trial 3 & exclude Hibiki/Kanade

........

Emma

Least to say...she's horrified by what your twin sibling has done to you, her girlfriend.

She's convinced this kind of stuff only happens in horror movies, but as they describe exactly how they turned you into their "puppet" over the years, she realized this is reality. Your reality that she never knew about.

Just to drive the point home that you only needed them in your life, your twin orders you to say "I hate you, Emma! [Sibling Name] is the only one I love!"

And you obey them, your voice full of vigor and emotion, before your expression becomes empty and devoid of life once again.

It brings Emma to tears because she knows that's not you actually saying that.

Your twin made you put on an act for their own twisted amusement.

After you get executed alongside them, she's gonna be livid, shouting at Monocrow/Mikado for letting this happen and sobbing that it's not fair to punish you since you weren't even aware that you killed somebody.

Kokoro

Thanks to her talent, she probably already knows about your twin's true nature before it's revealed to everyone.

She'll pull you off to the side, and warn you the best she can not to hang out with them anymore.

But since you don't remember anything they've done (or the fact they can puppet you around), you try to reassure her they're perfectly sane.

"That's what they want you to believe. But they've hurt you in the past, broken you beyond repair. And now they can flip your autonomy like a lightswitch if they wish."

Whether you believe her or not won't matter in the end...as your twin manipulated you into carrying out a murder plot alongside them without you remembering a thing.

To their shock, Kokoro was able to coax you out of your puppet-like state just in time for the "grand finale".

Your last moments of despair did manage to rattle her a bit, but she took comfort in that you died knowing the truth.

Sora

She never suspected anything was wrong.

If anything, she was quite impressed by how much your twin was able to contribute to the trial, with you joking that they've taken all the "smarts" when you were both born.

But when your sibling reveals their true nature and shows how they can easily put you in a puppet-like state...Sora's beyond horrified.

Especially when they claim they intended to kill her for being so close to you, though they changed their mind after somebody else walked in on them planning a murder.

She hates how the vote was correct--especially for both twins. And not because you were both in Void. That wasn't the case this time.

It feel so unfair. Why should you die for a murder you didn't agree to commit?

Could she have seen this coming if her memories came back? Maybe you told her something was off with your twin in the past...if only she could remember...

Regardless, she hopes you're in a better place and they're stuck in the deepest part of hell.

Iroha

Like Sora, she's very impressed by how smart your twin is, even complimenting them for helping everybody survive!

She thinks you're smart, too, though, and will always say you're the "better" twin.

But then their true vile nature is unveiled post-trial and it takes a minute or so for Iroha to finally understand why and how you're an accomplice in the murder.

"But...th-that's not right!! If [y/n] was being hypnotized then...how can she be guilty?? She didn't want to do it!!"

When Monocrow insists it's time for the execution, she breaks down, unable to stand it anymore as she cries, begging him not to kill you.

But while you're terrified of being executed for something you didn't remember doing, you comfort the painter before being taken away.

Iroha's dead silent as Mikado remarks how your twin could've been an excellent Void member if they had lived longer, unable to say anything positive in such a solemn situation.

Setsuka

When you and your twin become prime suspects in the third murder, she tries her best to stay calm and rational.

But as you continue to claim that you don't remember hurting anybody, her patience begins to wear thin and she asks your twin what was going on with you.

Though after a slip of the tongue, they get accused of the crime alongside you.

Sora lays out everything that happened, and only when you and them are voted guilty--that's when your twin reveals how you were able to go along with their murder plot: by conditioning you to become a puppet who sings and dances to whatever tune they play.

Despite you being used as an unwilling accomplice, you're also executed, and that ultimately crushes Setsuka's spirits.

She's been trying so hard to cheer everybody up and to figure out Void's plans.....that she must've neglected the warnings signs from you.

Even though you reassure her it's not her fault prior to your death, she feels guilty the rest of the trip for failing to help you.

Yoruko

The second your name is brought up, she's on the defensive--claiming you'd never do something as stupid as murder.

Though the fact that you're insisting that you don't remember a single detail has her confused.

Did your twin disguise as you and try to frame you for it?

Her head hurts trying to wrap her brain around this entire trial.

She starts increasingly getting frustrated with Sora and Syobai until your twin slips up and says something that condemns both them and you.

After the verdict shows you two are guilty, they finally reveal their true nature and demonstrate how easily you can be "hypnotized" by them.

It's here Yoruko realizes neither of you are members of Void.

Your twin is just a sick and evil monster who deserved to go to hell.

She's in tears the entire time she watches your execution, thinking you were going to escape when you grabbed the key---

Only to be devastated as you're killed anyways, albeit in less pain than your twin sibling, who dies laughing.

[hozaloza]

"She knew she had a special talent with her eyes. Specifically, being able to see the signs a rift was going to open. It had always been something she noticed when she was a young girl. The first instance of this happening was when she was going to a haunted hotel with older cousins as a part of their little "vlog." She noticed something off about the building...the light flickering, the strange change in atmosphere...

She couldn't go in that building. She refused.

Annoyed at her, her cousin opt out of the overnight stay in spite of wanting to see ghosts. On the drive back, she would lecture Jasmine about really needing to face her fears eventually if she wanted to keep hanging with them. Jasmine scrunched her brows at her, 'I'm literally 10 years old, what do you want from me??'

Well, it didn't really matter what her cousin thought. Because when they came the next morning to pick up the others, they were in a deep coma. Jasmine never saw those cousins ever again.

Now, she was no longer scared of entering these places. She knew what to look for, when it'll happen, and if it extends out. Jasmine made her boss real proud. She was his proudest group member. This should have made her happy to be seen as important for the cause. But... she couldn't help but feel...empty." "......"

"A trick of the light"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Jasmine looked at Ryan, then to the paper she was being shown to her face. It couldn't be...this wasn't right...right? There was absolutely no way this was her boss's true intentions. She surely wasn't going to be disregarded after he gets the kids on his side, right?? He...he still needed her! She was the only one who could see the rift...

He...he needed someone to detect it so he doesn't get dragged in it. That was why she was by his side so often. She was the most important part of this plan, she had to have been there once the kids were fully convinced of the lie.

Right? Right?? ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"Where am I?"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ She stumbled on herself as she backed away, feeling her vision leave her. Come on, he had to be pulling her leg. Ryan was only pissed that she found out about his secret, he made this up, he had to had made it up.

She was going to be there. She wasn't going to be killed off after they succeeded in overthrowing the facility.

Jasmine looked up to meet the nurse's gaze, knowing he was a part of this sick joke. But he looked dead serious. No...nononononono...

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"Time fades away...like yesterday."

...

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Jasmine fell to the ground, tears blurring her vision. He had to be wrong. This wasn't real. She was having a bad dream. Yes! A bad dream. A really...realistic...dream...

She pinched herself, it stung. She tried again. And again. And...again...

It was real.

This was the truth.

She was used. Again.

She couldn't breathe. Her lungs couldn't get enough air inside. She felt like puking. Her body kept shivering unbearably as she held herself. How did she end up here? Why did she ever take this job? Would she had been happier someplace else?? Would things be better if she had declined his offer all those years back...?

"Jasmine..." ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"I DON'T NEED YOUR SYMPATHY!"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ She lashed out at Ryan, swatting away his hand from her shoulder. She forced herself to get up, almost falling over again from how weak she had gotten after the truth finally sunk in. The tears fell from her face, she couldn't bear it anymore. She was agitated. She needed to let this anger out on somebody... ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"Your vicious lies, they're killing me."

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ She yelled, clenching her hair as she paced the room. Ryan deserved to be yelled at. He was a fucking loser who couldn't even make any other friends other than Thomas and her. He was a pathetic man who got angered easily. He was a wimp who was scared of being left out, so he applied to work at the same facility in the same group to...to.... ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"And things will never be the same"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ...He applied to the same hellhole just to be with his friends... He signed a contract with a corrupted government run facility just to see his friends. To see Thomas. To see...her. ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"It's over now"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ And here she was, yelling at him as if he was a stranger that agitated her. Jasmine had become cold to her own friend. Her friend who thought he lost the only people who he could trust in this hell hole. He was suffering in this place by himself, fearful for his own life... ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"And I'm to blame."

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Because of her. ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

[marshmallowprotection]

Whenever I have a massive panic attack out of the blue, the only thing I can think about with my life by Saeran's side is how fast he'd pick up on the signs, likely far faster than I'd be able to since I hardly notice I'm lost until I feel the sensation and creeping dread, and a thought like that cools me down when I'm at my wit's ends. It's such a small thing but the perspective helps.

His gentle hands fast as a lightning bolt to keep me from trying to make sure I haven't lost feeling in different spots forever, a calm voice whispering in my ear to remind me to pace my breathing when it feels like my air isn't coming in fast enough, and a rumble of his heartbeat to bring me back down just as soon as the tunnel vision fades away. It's the thought of his gentleness in the name of the worst terror someone could ever feel without a rhyme or reason to explain why.

It's the thought of knowing that he wouldn't move from that very spot until I was able to properly communicate what was happening to me and what I needed him to do for me, if at all. It's knowing that he would understand more than anybody else what to do and after a lifetime of people not understanding and not bothering to learn how to do the right thing even if they're close to me, the thought is an immense comfort.

Saeran very well knows what it feels like to be overcome with something that you can't control. He spent so many nights in a lonely room working himself into a frenzy until he felt like he was going to be sick. He... didn't have anybody back then to be there for him the way he needed. He didn't have anybody to explain what was happening whenever he woke up with terror.

Does anybody ever wonder if he thought that was just a normal experience? What is that like for him when he discovers that it's not normal for him to feel miserable? Sure, he knows that he doesn't have to feel angry all the time, but does he know that he shouldn't feel constant dread or paranoia all the time?

Does he know what it means to have a panic attack? Does he know what it means to have anxiety?

He knows the feelings as they are shown time and time again as his thoughts and experiences, but did anybody teach him the words?

I think about it, sometimes. I think about how Saeran wasn't able to know there was a word for what he was experiencing with his mind until he escaped from Mint Eye. There's a lot of things he doesn't know about the world, but one thing is for certain, I can imagine the unadulterated relief that he must feel on the inside to be validated. For him to be told that what he's experiencing has a name, and there are things he can do to make it better, by his side, I think I would weep with him.

Being able to have language like that is undescribable. Some people may not understand how crucial it is for some people to have the language to communicate what they're going through, but when you are somebody like Saeran who has been constantly robbed of his autonomy, him being able to describe what he's going through and what he needs is a godsend. It may take him a while to learn what he wants or needs when he's struggling, but having the ability to communicate it at all is the important part.

Sometimes, all you want is for somebody to substantiate your feelings. You just want somebody to say that your feelings are valid and that what you're experiencing is real. No derailments. No cover-ups. You want to be told that what you're feeling is real and it's going to be okay. You don't want anybody to tell you that what you're feeling is fake and that you need to get over yourself. Saeran is the kind of person who would understand what you're feeling and want to do right by you, no matter what you need.

Why? I think that's simple, it's because you're always there for him and you want to do right by him. You helped him realize that he wants to help people as much as he wants to help himself, and you are the most important one he wants to cherish. There's something Beautiful about being able to gently coax each other through a panic attack. There is something about being in perfect Harmony and understanding what your partner needs, and even if it's not perfect, the fact that you try is what matters.

That's all it takes to feel like the storm will die before it becomes consuming to cry over and there will be no goddamn victory run for the terror that isn't welcome to stay in my head.

"My love, I understand that you may not be able to think clearly right now, but I want you to know that I'm not going anywhere. I will stay right here by your side as long as you need me. If you want me to leave, I'll leave until you need me to come back. But I want you to know that no matter what, I've got you. My heart will protect you from any fear you have. I've got you and I'll never let go. I've got you. I've got you, I promise."