#sage's crap

[marbleddice]

HOLY SHIT SO POPPY IS USING MY ART IN HER VIDEO AND DID NOT ASK ME FOR PERMISSION FOR THIS NOR DID SHE CREDIT ME.

Just an FYI. I am not okay with this because a) Poppy and Zena are massive pieces of shits, and b) this art was commissioned from me by Courtney, and I know for a fact that Courtney doesn't fucking like Poppy or Zena.

So yeah, um. Get fucking bent, Poppy.

The comment I left under her video.

Proof that neither Poppy or Zena credited me.

Screenshots taken in case Poppy tries to start shit with me on the off chance she does try shit.

[bigfatbreak]

In canon, a kwami's power must be used through a human wielding a miraculous, otherwise it'll have unforeseen consequences. So, in your AU, does Imago stealing Marinette's agonies cause any sort of trouble?

honestly the biggest unforeseen consequence is that this dude is around and being himself

no but for real, there should be a hypermassive consequence for a kwami unfettered peeking their head in, but there's not because of shit we'll get into later.

just consider it like this for the time being: now that Marinette is a sage and is capable of communing with the gods, she as a living being can be used as that intermediate conduit for power instead of the miraculous gems. If it was Tikki, for example, using her power raw with sage!Marinette, Mari would be able to access the power of creation or be swayed by it - however, it would put a massive strain on her, as she's not a miraculous but still capable of acting as that pipeline.

The reason Marinette has no ill effects from Imago, however, is because Imago is playing with a catch 22. Their purpose was to take agony away from Marinette, so even the exhaustion of accessing the unfettered power of a god was something he stole from her, so it seems like zero consequences have been had. In truth Imago is now SO tired holy moly and they DO NOT LIKE IT LMAO

[shauni-will-never-write]

My favorite Fire Emblem: Fates lore trivia is that the Rainbow Sage's dragon form is sneakily depicted, in game, on the Ink Painting scroll and that it's a giant, flying, BEAUTIFUL IRIDESCENT SERPENT.

No wonder the people of Notre-Sagesse worshipped that (?). If I were some random person in Fates and I saw a giant, sparkling rainbow serpent coming down from the clouds, I'd believe its gospel too.

[marbleddice]

Hi, Sage here

Lily avoided correcting Lexyr because I truly believe she doesn't think non-binary people are real. She'll use they/them pronouns for me in the stream, but won't correct her fan when he misgenders me despite having known who I was and what my pronouns are for the longest time.

It's only a red flag to people who have been paying attention or to people who are starting to realise that everything they thought they knew about Lily was a lie. The only reason I didn't jump ship earlier was because I made up excuses.

The tell-tale signs of an abuse victim trying to protect their abuser. Giving excuses for their actions ("Lily just didn't know my pronouns at the time" or "Lily's just having a hard time") and even apologising for the shit that really didn't need apologising for.

And when Lily says "Sage was reblogging my posts with silly commentary one day and then the next day blocked me" she is not providing any context. The context where I called her out politely, where I explained how she made me out to be wrong despite not being wrong, and how I was extremely respectful about it.

I blocked her not because I hated her, but because my friends had helped me realised that Lily wasn't helping my mental health and was just a miserable person to be about.

Only after that did I start to look into the "gossip" blogs and the "stalkers'" stories did I actually start to loathe this woman. Only after Courtney started to talk did I go "wow, actually fuck this bitch"

Lexyr turning out to not be as progressive as he says he is? It fucking sucks ass. I genuinely considered this person to be a friend of mine. He knew what my pronouns were and he knew who I was. He claims I was a good friend and someone cool to talk to, but then fucking misgenders me when he thinks I'm not fucking watching.

Yes, I'm furious about this shit because it's absolute horseshit that Lily and her cult are able to misgender people all they fucking like, but if people misgender them? HOW DARE YOU!

These people, those who don't bother to look into any of the claims made against Lily and only believe Lily, are willfully ignorant. They don't care about actual CSA survivors (like myself and Courtney for example), they don't want to care because what if they are wrong? What if the woman they've been supporting all these years is a monster?

That's why people stay around her in part. And the other part is because they genuinely just don't fucking care.

And once again, fuck you, Lexyr.

Lexyr repeatedly misgenders Sage in Lily's latest stream, and Lily not only doesn't correct him, but starts ranting about how Sage "turned [on her] real quick" and that they're "deranged". Because it's not okay to misgender Lily, a transwoman, but it's SUPER okay to misgender non-binary people!

Should it not be a red flag to Lily's fans that Sage, a former diehard Lily Orchard fan, suddenly changed their tune? AFTER getting very rude treatment from Lily over simply explaining a misconception about a popular book series none-the-fucking less. It's a wonder, considering the other multiple times Lily has shown asks Sage sent in their videos to bash them while misgendering them, that Sage didn't jump ship before this.

These people are straight up delusional, Lily most of all.

that person is another one of LO's fans who supported her post blaming a 6 year old for her CSA, both suffered by LO and the one perpetrated by LO.

seeing them quickly to turn to bigotry and LO just let it happen is to be expected, but still not nice to see.

oh but we're the transphobic ones. because LO, who constantly misgender her critics, said so.

[ooberchain]

So after the release of UNITED TOGETHER for the VALORANT launch in China, Riot Joe "ParmCheesy" Killeen pointed out Phoenix could handle Radianite with no issues whatsoever. Then this back-and-forth on Twitter was exchanged, and I knew what I had to do

This is now canon through Word of God until said otherwise

twt mirror: here

[thecounterfeit-redhead]

I just read Assistant To The Villain by Hannah Nicole Maehrer in literally a day here are my thoughts:

-evie: I appreciate so much that she just says what she’s thinking cause it was so refreshing wow

-the villain: I love that the name Trystan is from stardust cause I love that book and the movie is incredible

-the plot: wonderfully written with some twists that I didn’t see coming but they were pleasantly welcomed

-the swoon: the romantic tension literally made me squeal like a teenager again *chefs kiss*

-dual pov: I’ve come to not like dual pov as much recently but this was just so tastefully done and I loved it so so much

Overall: LOVED THIS BOOK!! It checks all my boxes: funny, witty, romantic, suspenseful, dramatic! It touched on some harder topics that were very well written and I appreciate the work the author put in to bringing these issues to light in ways that are healthy for coping! 10/10 would recommend!!

I usually HATE reading books in series that aren’t complete yet because I love binge reading series but I suppose I must wait for the second because I’ve heard it will be ~good~

Anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk

[krakenguard]

Damn, bro! Which is it!?

[novantinuum]

once again brain rotting about the Very convenient fact that- in the AU where she survives to BotW times- my OC BotW Aryll develops powers like astral projection and the ability to communicate with and sense the energies of spirits (that most others could never manage to communicate with-) AND THEN,,,

TotK conveniently went ahead and was like “yeah so like there’s this secret stone,,, and it’s for the Sage of Spirit,,, and the current Sage of Spirit is very talented with like,,, what’s Literally astral projecting (”I can separate my spirit from my body...”) and by the end of the game her spirit passes on and the stone is now available for a new sage to awaken to”

so like,,, yeah. Aryll never gets this stone UNTIL peace times have arrived, but in my self indulgent AU zone she absolutely awakens as the Sage of Spirit a good few months after Mineru passes on, and over time with the stone she gains the ability to even astral project multiple copies of herself WHILE still being active, aka she doesn’t have to meditate to do it, she can even do this in battle and shit, and what I’m ALSO insinuating by this is that- much like how the original BotW champions would’ve for sure been the awakened sages if TotK events took place in their time, young Impa would’ve absolutely awakened as Sage of Spirit too- because what I’m describing is what she could manage in battle even WITHOUT a secret stone.

[its--ali]

Hm. HM.

[thesoundofsnowfallingfromeaves]

Sooo. I spent the weekend with my friend who had a cold last week where she also lost sense of smell and taste (which came back quickly though). She wasn't 100% healthy on the weekend but it had been like 10 days or so since she initially got ill and she tested negative for covid like 5 times I thought it would be fine. Today, I felt a bit of a sore throat when I woke and my head started feeling a bit not great throughout the morning, but I then went and got vaccinated for tick borne encephalitis, since I'll be spending a bunch of time in high risk areas for that this summer and the timing is already very narrow to get the 2nd shot in time so I really wanted to get it done. And now I feel like garbage and can't tell if that side effects from the vaccine (which match my symptoms) or the cold/potential covid from my friend (which also matches the symptoms lol). I swear to god though, if this is covid again I'm gonna kill my self like I Can Not go through this again. And especially not if its so stupidly my own fault lol.

[sageofthestarz]

The game of is this allergies, a cold/flu, or a sinus infection 💀

[queenpiranhadon]

"That's what you're going with?"

Nobara looks at Gojo skeptically, and her teacher blinks back at her, confused.

"...What?"

The brunette rolls her eyes, and motions in Gojo's general direction.

"Midnight Lotus, really?" she looks at him, disappointed. "It's clearly a Vanilla Cream day."

Sighing, she looks to Megumi for help. "It's like he wants to get divorced at this rate."

Satoru watches the interaction between the two, scandalized. He wants to what?!

"Now, now, Kugisaki, I'm offended you think so little of me! My wife loves me far too much to leave me over some cologne choice. Plus, Midnight Lotus smells awesome!"

Nobara looks at him scrutinizingly before lifting up her fingers to make two Ls as if to look at him through a frame.

"It's giving...paintbrush." She says, squinting disapprovingly, looking at Yuji for backup.

He nods sagely, replying with full seriousness. "He's low-key cooked if he thinks this is what's gonna seal the deal for him."

Satoru looks at them confused, already feeling old from his lack of understanding of their slang and yet he understood enough.

"Hey! You know she's my wife, right? The deal was sealed 7 years ago."

"I still question her judgement back then." Nobara mutters, eyeing her teacher's childish behavior. "But no matter! We're going out to buy you better stuff instead of the crap you wear."

Despite Satoru's protests, Nobara's dragging him out the classroom, leaving a oblivious Yuji to follow after them (he's just happy to be here) and a disgruntled and reluctant Megumi who trails behind the three (he is not happy to be here.)

Satoru does admit, his student's blatant insults towards his ability to be romantic does take a hit at his ego a bit, but he knows deep down he could get them to stop whenever he wants to (he doesn’t).

He can't help but feel his heart warm underneath all the complaints and groans, because he knows that they love him.

And they love you too.

Which is what Satoru tells himself while Nobara and Yuji drag him around the mall draining thousands of dollars from his wallet (it's okay, it's just pocket money).

He knows it'll be worth in it the end though, when he goes home to recount his day and hear that gorgeous laugh of yours.

God, he can't wait to have kids of your own some day

A/N: We all need a little more dad gojo in our lives

[fgumi]

i need more loser!heeseung after reading that oh my gosh . yes yes yes yes. #needhim #needthat

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ LO$ER = LO♡ER

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loser!heeseung was excited. so excited. why you may ask? because you agreed to go to anime con with him. you even suggested that the two of you cosplay. you asked to go as lucy and david from cyberpunk edgerunners, something that fit the aesthetic you two had built. so, heeseung checked himself out in the mirror, fumbling with the yellow jacket you sewed for him and fixing the pieces of his hair that fell out.

“baby, i think we’re gonna be late if we don’t head out n—”

you came out in your outfit as you adjusted the belt resting on your hip. heeseung didn’t have any words. you looked… gosh, how could he describe you without being weird? you were beautiful, even on the days you didn’t feel it. but… right now? heeseung felt ashamed to say that he understood all those nasty guys thirsting over cosplayers. holy crap, he hit the lotto. you were a vision.

“hee? do i look weird? i wasn’t sure about the wig either,” you pouted as you touched the long white strand.

“no!” heeseung shouted, then cleared his throat. “you look really good.”

you smiled and walked up to him, checking out the two of you in the mirror. “you also look very handsome. we make a good lucy and david, huh?”

your eyes glanced at heeseung through the mirror and noticed he was still looking at you with his mouth agape. you turned to him and waved your hand in front of his face. “hee?”

as he kept staring at you, you shifted. you couldn’t help but blush under his gaze. heeseung gulped. how was he going to keep all those creepy guys away from you? he can’t even fight! he’d have to cover you up! but then he wouldn’t get to look at you in this… this outfit.

you softly planted a kiss on his cheek and that brought him out of his daze. his ears were bright red when he stepped away from you.

“i— uh. um. we— you—” he stuttered, unable to form a coherent thought.

a giggle escaped you at his lack of words. you did a little spin for him. man, heeseung couldn’t help his eyes drifting down at the cutouts on your hips and how short your—no! stop objectifying her. bad heeseung. that is your lovely girlfriend, who you love very much and who, for some odd reasons, loves you too.

“hee,” you interrupted, your lashes lowering—wow, you looked ready to eat him. “i thought we were gonna be late?”

you crept up to him, your hand ghosting over his arm. you pressed into him. “i mean, we don’t have to go. i just thought you wanted—”

you didn’t end up going, by the way. your couple’s cosplay never saw the light of day. instead, they were scattered on your bedroom floor.

loser!heeseung didn’t know how to feel when you asked to play d&d with him. while he said yes (because he’d never say no to you), he was admittedly nervous. what if you thought he was a big nerd and wanted to leave him? what if you hated how he dm’d (dungeon master)? well, it was too late now. you guys were on your way to jeongin’s apartment.

contray to heeseung’s overthinking, you were excited. you finally got to experience one of heeseung’s favorite pastimes. you didn’t really understand the whole thing, but you were open to it! you did some late-night research and built your own little character. she was an eladrin sage druid at level 6. heeseung made sure to let you know that you’d be thrown right into the middle of this campaign and that all the other characters were at level 6.

when you guys arrived at the door, jeongin threw it open and you were taken aback. he was in full costume, armor and all. apparently, jeongin was also taken aback. he didn’t think you were actually coming.

“oh! uh, welcome to my apartment, y/n!” he stepped aside to let you and heeseung in. inside, you saw unfamiliar faces who were also in costume. jeongin pulled heeseung aside and whispered. “i didn’t think you were serious when you said that y/n was coming! and where’s your costume?”

heeseung gave him an apologetic look. “dude, i’m sorry. you know i can’t say no to her. and i didn’t want to overwhelm her before we even left the apartment.”

jeongin sighed. “you better still dm the same with the voices and everything. and no preferential treatment!”

heeseung nodded and went to sit by you. you leaned into him and whispered. “i feel incredibly underdressed. did you know they were going to dress up?”

he rubbed the back of his neck. “we usually do for every session.”

you pouted and looked him up and down. “i would’ve tried dressing up too if i knew! where’s your costume?”

oh, how heeseung loved you. you didn’t even bat an eye that they were all losers that liked to play dress up on a weekly basis. you were just put out that you weren’t told.

“i didn’t wanna pressure you when it’s your first time,” heeseung said, patting your knee. usually, heeseung would kiss your pout away, but he was in a room full of friends who were very blatantly staring at you.

a throat cleared, drawing heeseung’s attention towards jeongin. in a (poor) scottish accent, jeongin said. “dungeon master, the fellowship awaits ye!”

heeseung nodded and pulled out his notes for the campaign. when you tried to peek, he immediately leaned away, keeping the notebook shut. “the people in the campaign can’t see this,” he said.

understanding, you stopped trying to look. you just pulled out your phone with your character sheet on it. jeongin paused in his seat. “oh, y/n, did you need to build your character first? we can wait for you,” jeongin said in his normal voice.

you shook your head and waved your phone. “i built one in d&d beyond! i came prepared, sort of?”

now, jeongin didn’t have much opinion on you other than that you were heeseung’s really hot girlfriend. but, after seeing how you tried to prepare, he could say that he liked you.

once everyone settled down, heeseung resumed the campaign. it amazed you how he was able to switch between all those voices, acting out the npcs of the quest. the way you were staring at him intently made heeseung unusually nervous.

whenever his eyes shifted over to you, his dialogue faltered for a sec before he continued. he interacted with the others of the campaign before coming to a point in the story where you could hop in. you put on a proper english accent, trying to sound as much like arwen from lord of the rings (you watched it countless times with heeseung). if no one else was in the room right now, heeseung would’ve died from your cuteness. a part of him was geeking out right now. his girlfriend, the love of his life, was playing d&d with him. what did he do in his past life to deserve this?

then came the fights. as he narrated, his friends rolled on their turns, fighting against the monsters that heeseung created. when it came to your turn, you looked a bit out of your depth. you were scrolling through moves in the d&d index to see which ones you could do. everyone was thankfully patient with you.

“i use a 3rd level spell slot and call upon lightning to strike the monster closest to jeongin?” you commanded unsurely.

heeseung leaned over, careful to not expose any notes. “baby, you’re gonna hit jeongin with that spell and you gotta reference his character, not him. that spell has a damage radius of 5 feet. the monster is only 3 feet away from him.”

you deflated as you scrolled through your list of spells. you turned your phone to heeseung, showing him the spell you wanted to use instead. “can i use flame arrows instead?”

heeseung could just die from how cute you were. he shook his head and scrolled through your list and clicked on wind wall. “you can use this one and surround the monster. it’ll take bludgeoning damage once the wall forms, regardless of his strength saving throw.”

you nodded and got back into character. you acted as if you were really putting a wind wall up and commanded more confidently. “i erect a wind wall around the monster and separate him from thralladin.”

heeseung got back to dm’ing and rolled his dice, falling short for a saving throw. he took note of the damage and continued everyone else’s turn. the night was fun! heeseung couldn’t believe how quickly you picked it up or how into it you were. at the end of the night, when everyone was leaving, jeongin pulled him aside again. “dude, y/n’s actually cool.”

pride swelled in heeseung’s chest. you managed to get the okay from his friend, not that it really affected how he felt for you. you two said your goodbyes to jeongin and walked home. you were filled with excitement for the next session. “what kind of clothes should i get for illanaria? i’m thinking white robes with some sheer drapes to add a bit of flair. i really need to study up on my spells so i don’t keep wasting time scrolling through the index. should i also get a notebook?”

just when heeseung didn’t think he could fall for you any harder, you proved him wrong.

loser!heeseung has met your parents, but in passing. however, today was a dinner meant to force—he means give a chance (don’t tell y/n he said that)—him to talk to your parents in length.

“don’t be nervous! my mom’s loved you since high school!”

ya, it’s not your mom he’s worried about. your dad on the other hand? what was he even going to talk about with him? football? heeseung could barely understand the sport. home improvement? he always needed your help to build ikea furniture. there wasn’t much he could do to gain some points with your dad. he just prayed that he wouldn’t hate him too much.

after 4 years (you recently celebrated your anniversary!) of being together, heeseung was finally going to talk to your dad. no more small talk while he waits for you to come down. he was actually going to have to make conversation with your father. if his phone didn’t tell him how cold it was, he’d think it was summer with how he was sweating.

the door swung open to reveal your mom, who looked as jovial and vibrant as ever. “kids! come in, come in. it’s freezing out there. that stupid global warming is really messing with the temperature.”

heeseung greeted her warmly, awkwardly accepting her bear hug while balancing the mac n’ cheese in his right hand. she pulled away and gasped. “you brought your famous mac n’ cheese! y/n’s been raving about this ever since she had it. i can’t wait to try it!”

when she rushed off to set it on the dinner table, your dad appeared with a dish towel thrown over his shoulder. he peered up at heeseung, since heeseung was slightly taller, and stared at him for a moment.

“so… you brought mac n’ cheese,” your dad said plainly.

heeseung laughed nervously. “i hope that’s okay?”

when your dad didn’t say anything for a second, you slapped his chest. “dad, stop intimidating him!”

your dad cracked a smile before ruffling your hair. “alright, sweetheart.” he clapped heeseung on the back and grinned. “i love mac n’ cheese! dinner’s almost ready, so make yourself feel at home!”

wow, he was a lot less intimidating than heeseung remembered. he thought back to all those moments in high school and wondered if your dad was just pretending to be stoic. your dad guided him to the dinner table before entering the kitchen again. as he moved around, your mom leaned forward. “so, heeseung, when are you going to ask my daughter to marry you?”

you choked on your water, water spraying out of the side of your mouth. heeseung quickly offered you a napkin and patted you on the back. you wiped your mouth and glared at your mom. “mom, that is not one of the preapproved questions. actually, i explicitly said you and dad can’t bring up anything about marriage.”

your mom tsked and pouted. “honey, you’ve been dating for so long. it’s a natural question.”

before you could protest, your dad brought over the rack of lamb, fresh from the oven. he placed it in the center and took off his gloves, kissing the top of your head afterwards. “your mother is just excited to have a son-in-law that can cook. you talk about him all the time. sue her for being curious.”

you talked about him with your parents? you glared up at your dad. “we haven’t even talked about that yet. i wonder why? oh ya, because we’re still in college!”

your dad raised his arms in surrender. “hey, i asked your mom to marry me when we were 16.”

“to which i said no,” your mom playfully jabbed. “we were far too young.”

“we’re also too young,” you grumbled, leaning into heeseung’s side. he wrapped his arms around your shoulder. he hoped your parents didn’t look at him too closely. his blush was probably covering his whole face. he didn’t realize your parents were also high school sweethearts.

“you also rejected dad until you were in college, anyway,” you added, clasping your hand with heeseung’s. ah, so not high school sweethearts.

when your dad settled beside your mom, she patted him on the chest. “he wasn’t always the hunk you see now.”

“okay, that was gross. can we eat now?” you groaned. your dad started making a plate and handed it to your mom. heeseung should also probably do this for you. he pulled away from you and started making your plate, avoiding the deviled eggs and piling on the mac n’ cheese. when he placed it down in front of you, your dad raised his eyebrow. “you still avoiding deviled eggs?”

you brought your plate closer to you, waiting to eat until heeseung had his plate. you stuck your tongue out at your dad. “i don’t when hee makes them.”

your dad looked at heeseung with a surprised look. “you made her eat deviled eggs?”

“i just added miso and switched the regular mayo out for the japanese one,” heeseung sheepishly laughed. “she seemed to enjoy them.”

a boisterous laugh escaped your dad as he leaned his head back. when he caught his breath, he gave heeseung an approving nod. “good on you, man.”

the rest of the dinner went smoothly, and heeseung felt himself relaxing. your dad wasn’t nearly as intimidating as he thought. they easily bonded over cooking and how the women in their life shouldn’t have to lift their pretty little fingers if they didn’t want to. heeseung felt relieved. your dad seemed to like him, especially after you telling him how much heeseung takes care of you.

by the end of it, your dad was inviting him back over—without you. “you should come over and we can workshop a course menu for the girls.”

heeseung grinned, promising to come back soon. you said your goodbyes and drove home. on the drive, you kissed your intertwined hands. “thanks for doing that.”

heeseung shook his head. “it’s no problem. i’m glad i got to talk to your parents.”

“nothing to worry about, right? they really like you,” you teased. “they even want you to marry me so they can trap you forever.”

heeseung hummed. he’d gladly be “trapped” by your parents if it meant calling you his wife. should he go ring shopping? he didn’t have money for that right now. maybe once he gets his return offer. he could at least scroll on through websites.

“good thing i already do wanna marry you.”

disclaimer: this, in no way, reflects the idol. this is purely fiction. ✧ comments and reblogs are appreciated! ✧ give my other works a read too! you can now leave requests!

[thecosmicsleep]

oh... trials are so much easier with real people...

[ooberchain]

So before VALORANT had posted the full Lunar New Year 2023 agent takeover this year, the photo of Neon hugging Fade with Sage & Jett watching got leaked.

I was convinced that personally if I was in Jett's shoes I was not gonna be down with that considering their history but hey, guess old wounds got patched up?

twt mirror: here

Absolutely based on this post from the official VALORANT Twitter:

[anonymousewrites]

A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 1) Chapter Fifteen

Kusuo Saiki x Reader

Chapter Fifteen: Festival Problems

Summary: As usual, things go wrong for Saiki. Luckily, he know has a companion to help him.

            “A haunted house, a café, bean bag toss, a haunted house, a café, a haunted house, a café—” Nendou listed off the different class events as he, Kaidou, Saiki, (Y/N), and Kuboyasu walked by them “—Whoa, there are all sorts of things!”

            “All sorts of haunted houses and cafes, you mean,” said Saiki.

            “At least everyone is having fun,” said (Y/N) positively.

            “Should we just pick one and enter?” suggested Kaidou.

            “Yare yare.” Haunted houses are a joke to me.

            “We could eat something,” said (Y/N), knowing Saiki would prefer that.

            “Restaurants with food made by high school students?” said Saiki dubiously.

            (Y/N) nodded to one sign and grinned. “That one has coffee jelly.”

            “Well, then, let’s go to the café,” said Saiki, instantly on board.

            “Oh, yeah, that haunted house café!” said Nendou excitedly, pointing at the wrong café.

            “No,” said Saiki.

            “They shouldn’t combine the two!” exclaimed Kaidou. “I don’t want to look at ghosts while drinking my coffee.”

            “That wasn’t scary at all,” scoffed a boy from a different school, standing next to his friend outside of one haunted house. “They said, ‘I’m gonna get you.’ How stupid.”

            “PK’s stuff is crap,” agreed his friend.

            “Who’re those guys?” wondered Nendou.

            “They’re from another school,” said (Y/N), frowning and watching them go into another haunted house.

            “I’m gonna check that one out,” said Kuboyasu. He smiled at the group, but it was tight-lipped and slightly menacing. “I get a kick out of scary stuff. I think this one’s gonna be scarier.”

            “For them,” murmured (Y/N).

            “They brought it onto themselves,” said Saiki. Karma wasn’t his problem.

            Sure enough, a few moments after Kuboyasu walked in, two screams went up from within the haunted house.

            “Whoa! They’re really screaming,” exclaimed Nendou. “Just how scary is that place?”

            “Well, then, shall we go in here, too?” suggested Kaidou, pulling aside the curtain.

            “I want coffee jelly,” said Saiki.

            “We’ll get it after,” said (Y/N) encouragingly, and Saiki couldn’t exactly say no to that, so he followed them into the haunted house.

            “It’s so dark that I can’t see anything,” exclaimed Kaidou, shaking slightly as they walked farther in.

            I can see everything clearly, even the guy waiting to ambush us.

            “Hey, get going,” said Kaidou, pushing Nendou forward nervously.

            “Hm? You’re the one who wanted to walk in first,” said Nendou.

            “I’ll lead,” said (Y/N), squaring their shoulders and walking forward.

            Instantly, someone grabbed their ankle, and (Y/N) jumped, yelping in surprise. (Now that was just an unfair tactic, who wouldn’t be shocked at that?) Poor Kaidou screamed at their reaction, got breathed on strangely, and saw the exit sign—all of which terrified him until eh was basically clinging to Nendou as they walked onward.

            “Come on, we’re going ahead,” said Nendou, unaffected.

            “I think I’ll enjoy this from back here with you, Kusuo,” said (Y/N), sighing.

            “You found this scary?” said Saiki.

            “If someone grabs your ankle in the dark, you jump,” said (Y/N) sagely.

            “Boo!” A boy jumped out at them, right in front of Nendou.

            “Hey,” said Nendou.

            The boy collapsed, unconscious due to the frightful sight of Nendou’s face.

            “Whoa, that was realistic,” said Nendou.

            “Because it was real,” said Saiki.

            “Even I’d faint if I suddenly saw that face of yours up close in the dark,” said Kaidou.

            “Uh-oh,” said (Y/N), kneeling and feeling the boy’s pulse. They gave a thumbs-up. “He’s alright.”

            “What are you going to do?!” cried Kaidou, staring at Nendou. “It’ll be ruined for the next customer—”

            “Ah, scary! It’s so dark!” said someone from behind them. Too late, the customers were coming.

            “Shoot! Let’s hide this guy first,” said Kaidou, trying to drag the boy’s body to the side.

            “I’ve never hidden a body before,” said (Y/N).

            “We are not doing that,” said Saiki.

            “Hey, look at these things.” Nendou laughed as he put on fake glasses that made it seem like his eyes were falling out.

            “Perfect! Put them on!” said Kaidou, grabbing bandages for himself and throwing fake blood over Saiki. (Y/N) grabbed a zombie mask. “Here they come,” said Kaidou. He crouched and leapt out. “Boo!”

            A face exactly like Nendou’s stared at him, and Kaidou collapsed in shock.

            “Oh, Mom,” said Nendou, greeting her while his friend lay unconscious on the ground.

            What a family resemblance, thought (Y/N).

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            “One Nendou…Two Nendous…” murmured Kaidou deliriously on a bench.

            The group stood outside of the cafes and haunted house to talk properly instead of being in the dark (though the students had yet to take off their costumes). It turned out Nendou’s mother was there touring the PK Festival with Saiki’s parents, so they were there, too.

            “You should’ve told me if you were gonna come,” said Nendou.

            “I’m just stopping by because I’m on break,” said Mrs. Nendou.

            “We happened to run into Nendou’s mother and became friends!” said Mrs. Saiki cheerily.

            This is one friendship I wish you wouldn’t make.

            “Well, now that I’ve seen your class’s attraction, I’m going home,” said Mrs. Nendou matter-of-factly. “Good luck with your haunted house.”

            “Hm? We’re not doing a haunted house,” said Nendou.

            “Oh, yeah, we’re borrowing these,” said (Y/N), taking off their zombie mask and setting it to the side.

            “What, you aren’t?” said Mrs. Nendou.

            “Our class is displaying rocks we found in the schoolyard,” said Nendou.

            Saiki sighed. “I’ll go wash my face.” He didn’t need to walk around looking like an idiot.

            He headed into the bathroom and set his glasses to the side while he washed the fake blood from his face.

            Yare yare. This is why school events are such a pain. Lots of minor characters keep showing up and causing trouble for me. And I didn’t manage to go and get coffee jelly with (Y/N) yet, either. This all happened for nothing.

            He finished splashing his face with water and straightened, picking up his glasses. Except when he put them on, he found fake eyeballs instead of green-tinted glass.

            What the heck is this?

            “What do you think, pal? They look good on me, don’t they?” said Nendou, resting Saiki’s glasses in front of his own face.

            “Give those back to me, you idiot,” said Saiki, reaching out. His eyes widened, and he tried to cover his eyes. “Shoot!” He couldn’t help but exclaim out loud with his telepathy.

Too late. As Saiki looked up again, Nendou was already a stone statue, transformed by Saiki’s unfiltered gaze. The stone glasses fell and shattered on the floor. Saiki just stared. Not good.

            “Kusuo?” Outside of the restroom, (Y/N) called out in concern. “I heard you cry out, is everything alright?”

            They always become observant at the wrong moment.

            “Kusuo, I’m coming in!”

            Yare yare, not my dad, too.

            Sure enough, Mr. Saiki nearly kicked down the door, and (Y/N) slid in with them, unable to stay out since they were worried (and there was no one else around, so…).

            “Ah!” cried Mr. Saiki as he saw Nendou.

            Saiki had turned around to avoid eye-contact with anyone. The last thing he needed was more people getting turned to stone.

            “Hey, this is—” Mr. Saiki cut himself off and looked at (Y/N) worriedly.

            “Did you accidentally turn Nendou to stone?” said (Y/N), staring.

            “He took my glasses and looked me in my eyes. That’s his fault,” said Saiki.

            “Kusuo, you can’t just say that!” said Mr. Saiki.

            “They know.”

            “I know,” said (Y/N).

            “About his powers?” said Mr. Saiki, blinking in surprise. (Y/N) nodded. “Oh…alright then.”

            “Can we focus?” said Saiki, irritated. “Just give me your glasses.” Mr. Saiki’s glasses floated through the air and landed on Saiki’s face. Now he could look at people without turning people to stone. “Okay, that power is blocked.”

            “I like your eyes,” blurted out (Y/N) instinctively as they saw Saiki’s purple eyes properly. They had always been obscured by a green tint, but they could see the violet clearly now.

            Saiki short-circuited and froze at the compliment while Mr. Saiki babbled about not being able to see without his glasses.

            Turning pink, (Y/N) coughed. “So, uh, how do we turn him back?”

            Saiki tried to focus. “The effects last twenty-four hours.”

            “Uh-oh, his mom is waiting for him outside,” said (Y/N), frowning.

            “Oh, no, what are you going to do, Kusuo?” said Mr. Saiki, blindly patting Nendou’s shoulder.

            “You’re talking to Nendou. Don’t ever make that mistake again. It ticks me off,” said Saiki.

            “Can you teleport him back to your house?” suggested (Y/N). “Then we can at least make an excuse that Nendou left instead of anyone seeing them.”

            Saiki was reminded of one of the reasons he liked (Y/N): they were actually helpful.

            “Are you listening, Kusuo?” said Mr. Saiki, still patting Nendou’s shoulder.

            Crack

            (Y/N) and Saiki froze before turning. Nendou lay in stone pieces on the ground. (Y/N) covered their mouth in shock, and Mr. Saiki was stricken.

            “Kusuo…Look after your mother, okay?” He raised his phone. “Hello? Is this the police? I’ve killed someone.”

            Saiki grabbed his dad’s shoulder before his sobbing could actually be listened to. “Calm down.” (Y/N) took the phone and ended the call. “You don’t have to go the police. It’s fine.”

            “What?! Really?!” cried Mr. Saiki.

            Saiki picked up Nendou’s head.

            “That’s just a disturbing sight,” said (Y/N).

            “I can turn back time and restore it to how it was,” said Saiki, doing so and letting the statue of Nendou come together once more. (Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief.

            “Whoa!” exclaimed Mr. Saiki.

            “What was that noise?!” Mrs. Nendou banged on the door from outside.

            “Shoot, Nendou’s mother is gonna come in,” said Saiki. “Dad, go hold the door.”

            “Okay!” Mr. Saiki grabbed the door handle and gave a thumbs-up.

            Wham!

            “Ooooh.” (Y/N) winced as Mr. Saiki was thrown into the wall as Mrs. Nendou broke down the door.

            “What happened, you guys?!” cried Mrs. Nendou. She saw the statue. “Huh? What? What?! Riki?!”

            (Y/N) and Saiki exchanged a glance as she walked closer. Then, she patted Nendou’s shoulders.

            “This is amazing! So this is the rock display you guys were talking about!” she exclaimed. “This looks exactly like my son.”

            “Well, I guess this is natural,” said Saiki.

            “They’re definitely related,” said (Y/N).

            “Riki? Huh, where did Riki go?” wondered Mrs. Nendou.

            “Well…probably the restroom,” said Mr. Saiki.

            “We’re in the restroom,” said Saiki, amazed by his father’s terrible attempt at lying.

            “He headed out to check on some other classes. He volunteered to help them earlier in the week since some people are sick,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Oh, really? That’s so nice of him,” said Mrs. Nendou.

            Thank you, (Y/N), thought Saiki, thankful as always to have them around.

            “Well, I should help out, too, and give you all a hand,” said Mrs. Nendou.

            “What?”

            “Huh?”

            “You’re taking this to your classroom, right?” said Mrs. Nendou, gesturing to the statue of Nendou. “Now, let’s go!”

            No one could argue with her, and within a few minutes, Nendou was situated in Class 3’s display. People instantly crowded around it, amazed and surprised at the exact likeness.

            “H-Holy crap,” said one student.

            “Why Nendou?” exclaimed another.

            “How did they carve something like this?”

            “Things have gotten worse,” said Saiki as he, Mr. Saiki, and (Y/N) stood to the side. “It’s so obvious that high school students couldn’t make something like that.”

            “Maybe they won’t notice?” (Y/N) offered as much support as they could.

            “Oh, what is this?” The principal walked in. “Oh, my!” He stared at the statue, and (Y/N) and Saiki’s hearts dropped. This situation was quickly growing out of control. “This is an incredibly elaborate stone statue! Is it a gorilla?”

            “Very close, but not quite,” said Saiki.

            Poor Nendou, thought (Y/N).

            “I’m so moved…” The headmaster smiled. “The Best Class Attraction Award goes to Class 3!” he declared.

            (Y/N) and Saiki stared in dismayed shock as even more people crowded into the room to get a look at the winning class’s display and the Nendou statue. They really had lost any semblance of control of the situation.

            “It’s become the showpiece,” said Saiki, crossing his arms.

            “This isn’t good, Kusuo!” cried Mr. Saiki. “Can’t you teleport it out and steal it?!”

            “There’re too many people,” said (Y/N), frowning.

            “Or better yet, should we break it? You can restore it just like you did earlier!” said Mr. Saiki.

            “My power to turn back time can only be used once per day per target,” said Saiki.

            “What?” said Mr. Saiki, panicking. “But that means—”

            “Let’s make sure it doesn’t break again, then,” said (Y/N), concerned about Nendou getting hurt.

            “Whoa, I wonder how tough the stone is,” said one boy, pretending to hit the statue.

            “It’s really hard,” said another, pulling on Nendou’s ear.

            “Don’t touch!” cried Mr. Saiki, running up and pulling them off.

            “Huh? Whoa, what’s with this guy?!” cried the first boy.

            “A scary middle-aged man is shouting,” whispered a girl worriedly.

            “He’s suspicious!”

            “Someone, go get a teacher!”

            Saiki facepalmed, and (Y/N)’s eyes widened, but neither could exactly stop the teachers from dragging Mr. Saiki out. After all, they couldn’t just explain “oh, yeah, that is actually Nendou, Saiki turned him to stone, so please don’t hurt him.”

            “I guess I have no choice. I’ll make Nendou’s safety my top priority,” said Saiki.

            “He is your friend,” added (Y/N).

            “Don’t say that, I don’t have friends. Other than you,” said Saiki.

            (Y/N) just grinned. “Uh-huh.”

            “Take this, Baron Cola!” A young boy had climbed onto Nendou’s shoulders and was pretending to shoot him with a toy gun.

            “Get down, Yuuta,” said Saiki, stepping forward.

            Yuuta brightened upon seeing his neighbor (and, in his mind, favorite superhero). “Cyborg Cider-man No. 2! Look, look! I capture Baron Cola.”

            “No, that’s a gorilla, so get off,” said Saiki.

            (Y/N) didn’t ask what that all meant, but they reached up as Yuuta began to rock Nendou back and forth.

            “You can’t climb on exhibits,” said (Y/N) calmly, setting him down.

            “But it’s Baron Cola!” exclaimed Yuuta.

            “It’s not the real Baron Cola,” said (Y/N). They put their hands on their hips. “Do you understand?”

            Yuuta stared up at them, and Saiki nearly groaned as the image of a superhero in pink superimposed on (Y/N).

            Yare yare, not them too.

            “I understand, Cherry Blossom Lemonade!” cheered Yuuta.

            (Y/N) cocked their head and blinked at Saiki. “Who?”

            “A superhero from a show he likes,” said Saiki.

            “Are you two undercover, Cherry Blossom Lemonade, Cyborg Cider-man No. 2?! Is that why you’re being nice to Baron Cola? Are you on a date?” babbled Yuuta.

            Saiki froze, and (Y/N)’s cheeks warmed.

            “Yuuta, there you are,” said his mother, walking in. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. It’s time to go.”

            “Aww, but I just managed to find the bad guy,” said Yuuta.

            His mother chuckled. “I’m sure you did.” She took him by the hand and led him out.

            “You called her, didn’t you?” said (Y/N), looking at Saiki.

            “Yes,” said Saiki. He had called Yuuta’s mom with his telepathy, but although it had mostly been to keep Yuuta from hurting Nendou, it was also to avoid more of Yuuta’s questions. Him and (Y/N), on a date? Saiki had barely gotten over figuring out he had a crush on them. That was too much for him with so much else going on.

            “Well, the festival is almost over,” said (Y/N), glancing at the clock and trying to push aside Yuuta’s assumptions (and their blush). “I don’t think we’ll be able to taste our classmates’ coffee jelly, but I think we’ve earned a trip to Café Mami after this.”

            Okay, so maybe a date—which this wasn’t—with (Y/N) was something Saiki would get excited for.

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            (Y/N) and Saiki both let out a content hum as they took a bite of their coffee jellies. They had successfully kept Nendou in one piece and teleported him to his bathroom at home so, come tomorrow, he’d transform back like nothing had happened.

            “I’m glad Nendou will be alright,” said (Y/N).

            “I’m glad we avoided more trouble,” said Saiki.

            (Y/N) nodded. “What about your glasses? Are you going to keep borrowing your dads’ or can you get yours fixed?”

            “I can get mine fixed,” said Saiki, but, unfortunately, that would mean dealing with a certain someone.

            “Are you going to go back to the green tint?” said (Y/N).

            Saiki nodded.

            “Too bad,” said (Y/N), smiling. “I like your eyes.”

            Saiki felt his heart stutter, and (Y/N) looked firmly down at their coffee jelly in order to not over-analyze his reaction in case they had just made a fool of themself. Still, they couldn’t help it. They did like his eyes. They liked everything about Saiki.

            For his part, Saiki found he liked the compliment. Appearances weren’t something he cared about or judged since, for the most part, he just saw people as bones or muscle, but hearing that (Y/N) liked something about him was nice. He wanted them to like him, too.

            But for now, (Y/N) and Saiki were content to sit across from each other in content silence with coffee jelly. Still, though, thoughts of how much nicer it would be if this was a date flitted through their mind.

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