#the chibis look so stupid together T-T

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So, I wanna give my thoughts about the situation that's going on right now.

TW: Please do not, NOT, harass anyone I mentioned in this post!

To give a short recap about all of this, there's a ranfren content creator, just like me, named @lorrainailurophile who is being accused of copying potato's ranfren OC, Murderer. Someone called @sweetswirlybread made all of these false claims about Muri "copying" Murderer.

So, let me break through all of them and prove why this dumbass is wrong with the claims and evidence I have.

This is going to be a long post, so if you don't want to read all of this and want more depth into this, go to Muri's page or Swirly's to find all of these stupid claims.

Before we get into this, let's talk about what the difference of copying and inspiring art.

When you're inspiring art, you mostly get the idea from someone else and make it your own. That's totally fine because you're using other's ideas into making something that's your own work and mostly using your ideas for it.

However, when you copy another person's art, it's obviously stealing. You're basically making it obvious by tracing over the character body, coloring in the places that's already been colored, and making some uncanny versions of the design that you stole.

Okay, now, let's take a dive to the accusations.

So, number 1!

The Facial Expressions

This first claim comes from how similar Murder and Muri's facial expressions are because of the squinted eyes and the sly smile.

These facial expressions are usually the key point to ranfren characters' designs.

Here are a few examples:

Nana, the one and only glorious snake queen, also has squinted eyes. Although the smile is different, the eyes are just like Murderer and Muri's.

And let's not forget about Randal himself.

Funny enough, he also has the same kind of expression with the eyes and mouth.

Not only with these expressions, there are also some images of the 'oval eyes'.

These are some of the many examples that showcase these eyes. If you want to see more, just go to the official website to look for yourself.

Number 2!

The "Copy" of Murderer

Now, this is obviously really ridiculous to me.

Saying that someone's oc is a copy to another person's oc is kinda ridiculous to me. And let me say why.

The images that Swirly provided show Muri in a worn-out and dirty t shirt and Murderer having the same kind.

Huh, what are surprise! So, people can't wear worn-out and dirty t shirt? Cause I've also seen a lot of ocs wearing that kind of clothing as well!

Another claim they made is that even the outfits for their current design are also similar, and Muri copied that as well.

So, basically, if someone is wearing a black bodysuit with something on their head, is automatically a copy of Murderer?

There are a lot of ranfren ocs who have a bodysuit as their design, and they also have something on their head!

Like, take Carpet Kitty, a canon ranfren character, as an example.

Do you see how she's also wearing a bodysuit with something on her head?

Man, I'm sure that's just a total coincidence.

Number 3!

The Chibi Artstyle

This is another claim that is also obviously stupid because the fact that the two arts barely look alike.

I mean, just look at the chibi art that CaptainHowdie, THE creator, made!

Oh, wow, this looks so similar to the art that Potato made!

Notice the head, the body, and the style itself?

Notice how so eerily similar that looks?

I'm sure that's just a total coincidence.

Number 4!

The Height Character Data

This just made me roll my eyes.

I knew there was going to be a claim about this, so I did a small comparison on my own

Now, can you explain to me how does this look similar?

The facial expression may look a little similar, but look at the size, the body proportions, and the details in general.

Before you say anything about the size, I did make the two images aligned together, and they still ended up being totally different sizes.

Also, Swirly added something about the knife.

Like, again, ocs can't use knives? They can't use knives as a weapon or like an accessory or something?

Does that mean Nyen can't use a knife cause he also uses that as his primary source?

Again, stop claiming whatever a character has as their own. Anyone can use that.

Number 5!

The Background

This claim shows how Muri traced the background that another ranfren oc creator was using for their art. This is again false because it's confirmed that Muri did drew this while taking inspiration of the background.

I won't go too hard on this claim cause I kinda understand why they would see this to be traced.

Number 6!

The Name

At this point, I believe Swirly's account is just rage bait.

The name.

Murderer and Muri.

You're claiming that Muri is copying Potato because of their oc's name?

I'm going to say this one final time, stop claiming whatever things a character has on their own!

Guess what people who have a name that starts with 'Mur', you are a copy of someone's oc!

Now, my thoughts about all this is that Swirly just made all these claims cause they might want attention or something.

Please do ACTUAL research before you start pointing fingers at someone.

This could be a serious risk as someone who is just trying to show their skills on the internet get basically blasted off for something that they didn't try to intentionally do.

And also, you can't fight all this back by drawing r34 of that oc without the creator's consent and dismissing it by saying you don't care if they're a minor.

So, please, stop. Just stop.

Muri, I'm so sorry that you have to go through this. Just know that you're not alone and there are people like me and other people who support you, who'll stick by your side. So, keep on doing what you're doing and don't give up!

[khisoka]

"This is his badness level!"

The name and idea of the art are taken from the cartoon “Lilo and Stitch”. Frames from there and from the film “Captain America: Civil War” were used as references.

I've been thinking about this idea for a long time. But I wasn't sure which style would be best to use for the characters. So when I finished the art (in cartoon style), I was wondering what it might look like in my own chibi style. And I did a quick manipulation))

My sister then quoted to me something from a fanfic she was reading at that moment. There was about a level of stupidity there. I exclaimed that this suits Steve and Bucky and changed the picture in Tony's hand)

//B: Don't do anything stupid until I get back.

S: How can I? ... We should do all the stupid things together!

T: And that's the level of stupidity you both have!//

lollollol 🤣

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Could you do kuroo x reader with bondage, marking, light sadism? Maybe like he uses you during a study session to relieve tension?

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Thank You so much for this brainrot. !meandom Kuroo lives in my head rent free. Feel free to send in requests for other thirsts or fluffs guys, because  need “Motivation” to write or do stuff. I do Kuroko, Haikyuu, BNHA, AOT, and many other animes so please send in more inspiration for me. Kuroo and the character are 18 in this story as third years. 

T/W: bd/sm, noncon, dubcon, sex toys, rough sex, humiliation, degradation, marking, creampie, and slight sadism. 

Summary: Kuroo tutors y/n in a very devious way, but at least it is effective?

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You sighed while looking at your most recent grades, if these F’s and D’s keep up then you would not be able to continue playing basketball. When the teacher called you to her desk and recommended you ask Kuroo for help on the upcoming project you were furious. No way in hell were you going to ask that Rooster of a Volleyball captain for help, but It was increasingly clear that you needed help though, or else you were not going to be able to play nationals this year. He glances over after practice before walking up the bleachers towards you once the last of the team leaves. “Oya oya oya, what is this? If it isn’t little miss basketball? Well, why have you decided to grace us with your presence? Finally decided to come watch the best sport?”. Kuroo knew exactly why you were here and by his smirk he was going to enjoy watching you beg and squirm. “I need your help with my final project.” you stumble out with a bare whisper. “I don’t think I can hear you. What did you need?” Kuroos smirk widened and he looked radiant at your situation. “I NEED YOUR HELP DAMN IT!” you yelled out to the empty gym and cringed at the echos. Kuroo looked unaffected as he got closer to your face, “And why should I help you, especially after you were so rude to me? ” You stayed silent. He sighed before walking towards the locker room to change and leave himself. “Meet me tomorrow at my apartment at 5 and if you want my help you will do things my way. A dress is mandatory to enter my house.”

You huffed while holding your dress down. It was short and you had to keep chanting nationals in your head as you knocked on Kuroo’s door. He opened the door and was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a black skin tight tank top. “Oi chibi-chan it’s 5:03, you’re late.” You growl at him and choose to bite your tongue as you walk into his house. You remember hearing he lives alone, so you expected it to be gross, but the room was actually tidy and homely. You follow him into his room, the thought of being along with him striking you. “Get your work out and start doing it, after you are halfway through, I will come and check your work.” Kuroo started to read his own book after setting a 20 minute timer on his watch. You also lived alone, and you looked around his room noticing the stark differences in your homes. You decided you liked his better, and quickly moved thoughts. You stared at your book, but could not read or write a word. You slowly get your basketball playbook out and start going over your plays. The timer went off and startled you and Kuroo now had your book on his lap and your basketball plays on his head. 

“I see why you are failing now. How pathetic are you that you can’t even read your book properly.” He handed your basketball book back to you and kept your book. Turning to the page you need for your exam, he laid it on the desk in front of you and got up. You were upset and embarrassed. “Hey chibi, bend over the desk and look at your book.” Your cheeks inflamed a bright red. “EXCUSE M-” there was no time to finish your sentence before Kuroo had two fingers in your mouth. “I made it clear we do thi my way, so leave or bend over the desk and look at your book.” Kuroo was behind you and all you could do was think about his finger in- no nationals. You were doing this for nationals and not because those damn middle blocker fingers. Your hands were suddenly pulled from underneath you and you lost balance and was plush against the desk, the book was propped up by Kuroo so you could see it well. 

You could feel rope holding your hands together and something that felt like cuffs on your ankles. “What are you doing you stupid rooster?” You couldn’t help the breathlessness of your voice as you stared at your book. “You will be punished for every wrong answer you give me and for any bad manners since apparently you need a lesson on that as well.” He replied with a smirk. “Now solve for x you dumb little girl.” You could make out how hard he was even from this angle. “You perv let me g-” Suddenly a strike had landed on your ass. It wasn’t too bad, but seemed to be a warning. Your legs moved trying to shut or escape but the spreader bar was holding them wide open, you could not resist him even if you wanted. “There is a time limit so I would hurry dumb girl.” You tried to focus and finally gave him an answer. ‘’X-x i s7.3?” suddenly two fingers had entered your cunt without warning. The squelch they gave only mortified you since Kuroo now also knew how wet you were from all this. “Look at you all wet from being nothing but a dumb whore. X was 9.7. Correct it in time or my fingers will move faster.” His fingers moved painfully slow inside you as you let out whimpers of want. You corrected the problem just in time and he took his fingers out and put them in your mouth. The taste of your own wetness should disgust you but you found yourself sucking on his fingers. “Now continue whore”. 

After 2 hours, you had finally finished every problem in the chapter for the exam, and you were dripping wet from the constant teasing. “Seems you can go now. Considering you don’t like me I am sure you are in a hurry to get out of that door.” Kuroo knew just how desperate he had made you, so why were you guys still playing these games? “Kuroo please-” You looked truly pathetic. Marked with small bruises from his spanking and dripping wet and still begging him for more. He looked at you, “beg for it then.” You arched your ass back hoping for any friction against your empty cunt before giving in, “Please Kuroo, I want you to fuck me.” Kuroo seemed pleased enough by that and grabbed your ass and started entering you while you were still on the desk. “You don’t even deserve the bed. You would just make it filthy like you dumb whore.” He entered you and you leaned back into his touch as his fingers expertly toyed with your nipples erecting them just enough before he reached into his draws and brought out clamps. Clamping then and bringing them back to pull with your hair as he fucked you. 

His cock had been hitting straight up into your spot and teasing your cervix, and you could not do anything but be used. He was simply using you like a cocksleeve and you liked it. He was slamming into you with so much stamina while spanking your bare cunt, ass and tits to his liking and you were cumming from it. “Tsk tsk. Did I say that you could do that?” Before you could even reply he yanked on the clamps and came into your cunt. You thought that was it, but he attached a small bullet vibrator to your clit and left the room. “You wanna cum so bad without permission, then cum slut.” 

It was the week before nationals and the teacher was passing scores around the room. You were praying you got above a 40. As the teacher handed you your grade, you gasped at the 98% written on top. A note from the teacher saying that they knew Kuroo would be a good tutor attached. As the vibrator in your ass and pussy turned on suddenly, you couldn’t help but agree while holding back moans. He would definitely be tutoring you awhile longer since you finally found some motivation to do your work. The motivation? Not basketball…. But a certain threat of a middle blockers fingers.

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Haikyuu Captains Dating HC’s

Have some dating headcanons with some of the captains in Haikyuu because i’m not a total simp for captains. 

I also kinda got carried away with Kuroo’s- I just love him so much-

Also Bokuto’s is kinda suggestive- so- warning?

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also my requests are open

so you can request characters from BNHA or Haikyuu for headcanons or scenarios 

Daichi Sawamura

Okay

When you start dating this man, you automatically become the mom for the team

Well second mom cause Suga’s the first mom.

You guys meet because you become a manager with Kiyoko and thus start a friendship with Daichi

and it leads on to more-

Will use stupid dad jokes on you when you feel down

Is the type of bf who would send you good night and good morning texts

He acts like an alarm clock for you

He will send you the good morning text at a certain time just to wake you up

Also so you have time to get ready in the morning, cause he’s a loving boyfriend

I expect this guy to be into PDA

But like

it’s just hand holding when you guys are in public

When you guys are alone, 

cuddles, hugs, kisses, etc.

but every time you guys do something affectionate the team makes fun of you.

You guys act like an old married couple

Will take you out on the cutest dates

Wear his jersey to one of his games and his receives will be spot on

same with his spikes and serves

Honest to the team you’re a lucky charm so-

“Dai-kun, how are the first years?” You asked your boyfriend as the two of you entered the gym. Only the third and second years were in there, the first years were still taking an exam. 

“Hmm, Tsukishima and Kageyama need to work on their interaction with the team, Hinata has been hyper as always, and Yamaguchi has some good progress on his jump serves.” Your black haired lover explained, making you smile at how he talked about his teammates.

“How have Tsukki and Tobio been working together? I think they’re the only ones who can’t sync properly” You said, crossing your arms while watching Nishinoya receive another spike from Tanaka.

“Well,” Daichi started with a deadpan look on his face, “Kageyama and Tsukishima can sync, they just argue over it half of the time.” He finished, making you laugh at the thought of them arguing.

“Mmh, maybe a training exercise for the both of them?” You asked, grabbing one of Daichi’s hands into your own, playing with his fingers.

“That might work, but-” “OI DAI-SAN STOP MAKING US FEEL LONELY” Tanaka cut off Daichi as he saw that you were playing around with the captains fingers. 

“YEAH DAICHI-SAN, NOT ALL OF US HAVE AN ADORABLE SHORT GIRLFRIEND” Nishinoya joined in, making you glare at Nishinoya.

“I’M NOT THAT SHORT” You yelled back to the male with spiked hair. “YOU’RE SHORTER THEN ME” Noya yelled back.

Daichi let out a sigh, watching his girlfriend bicker with his teammates with a small chuckle. 

“God, I love her so much”

We stan Daichi

HE CAN COOK

Will cook you lunch

In the end

100% husband material 

Also call him daddy

Oikawa Tooru

Now let’s talk about this flat ass man

He loves PDA

Will tell you he loves you

Will grab your hand, pull you onto his lap, kiss you in front of his fangirls-

He means the best-

Loves it when you wear his clothes-

Wear his jersey, his hoodies, his track jacket 

He loves it

Cause it shows that you’re his

He’s lowkey possessive 

Hates it when you and Iwaizumi team up on him

“Flatass oikawa“ Is your nickname for him

jkjkjk

It’s Tooru

Yes you call him by his first name cause we’re basic bitches here okay

You’re basically the unofficial manager of the team cause you care about them too much

They all love you

Sends you good morning and good night texts with his face

cause he’s like that

And Oiks gets jealous

Will wake you up at three am to take you out to see the stars

and look for aliens 

Honestly-

“TOORU OIKAWA DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?“ You exclaimed to your boyfriend as he dragged you out of the window, sitting on the roof at three fourteen in the morning.

“I know it’s late, but Y/n-chan,” The brown haired male started, “there’s a meteor shower and there could be aliens. So we have to watch tonight,” he explained making you sigh. 

You knew you weren’t getting out of this. 

“Don’t you have morning practice?“ You asked, locking your hues with his chocolate coloured ones. He gave you a smile before turning his head up to look at the stars, “Maybe, but that doesn’t concern you,” 

You scrunched your eyebrows before hitting Tooru’s shoulder with your own, “It does concern me,” you started, glaring at the male. You were looking at his side profile. “You’re my boyfriend, and I love your team, of course i’m concerned,” you finished making his eyes widen.

Giving you a small smile, he pulled you in to a side hug, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“Let’s just watch the stars tonight and not care about what happens later”

You and Oikawa miss the next day of school cause the both of you are tired from staying up all night-

I don’t think Oikawa can cook

but-

The meals his fan girls give to him-

eat them sis

He’ll never know anyway

His fangirls learn to like you too, because Oikawa likes you

and they like everything Oikawa likes-

though there are some of the delusional fans who think Oiks is just using you

Which he’s not btw

but take care of this baby-

he needs some love

In the end

100% Tooru material 

Kuroo Tetsurou

Can we talk about this gif for a second-

Like the fourth season did him so good

LIKE I’M SO PROUD

lowkey daddy material-

ANYGAYS

ON TO THE HC’S

He adores you 

like

A D O R E S Y O U

If you try a different style or change your hair style, he thinks it’s adorable

He’s highkey a simp for you

Loves PDA

He loves to grab your thigh when he sits next to you

he’s a thigh guys alright-

Loves kissing you in front of people

etc the whole team-

in front of Daishou-

Does get jealous sometimes, but only if he doesn’t know the person

You and Yaku are mom friends

After all, you do have to take care of a 187cm child

Kuroo lowkey think’s it hot how much you care about people and take care of people-

Study dates are a yes with him

You’ll go to little cafes with him-

CAT CAFES-

Sends you good morning texts at five am

and good night texts at four am

cause ISTG this man does not sleep-

Loves to tease you

If you’re shorter then him-

You’ll be called chibi-chan

Cough Yagami Yato Vibes COUGH

Loves it when you hug him

It makes him feel like a giant 

which he is but- ight

LOVES TO KISS YOU TO DIStract you

You’ll be doing homework in his room and he’ll pull you into a breathless kiss and leave you wanting more-

like-

You twirled your mechanical pencil in your fingers, you eyes glanced down at your homework, science. 

You weren’t the best at it, nor were you the worst but you still had trouble with it. Taking off your glasses, you rubbed at your temples before trying to solve the equation once more. 

Tetsurou glanced into his room, his gold hues stopping at your figure hunched over his desk, homework in front of you. Turning around he got a glass of water and walked into his room once more.

“You’re going to get wrinkles early if you keep doing that face,” The black haired male teased, making you groan and press your forehead against the dark wood of his desk. 

“i don’t get how you like science? It’s so boooring,” you groaned, the pencil rolling out of your hand onto the desk.

You heard your boyfriend chuckle before hearing him walk over to you. You raised your head, watching as his golden hues skimmed over the paper before he let out a small ‘pfft’. 

“This is easy,” he said before explaining it.

You gasp as you finally get it, pushing Tetsurou’s hands away and grabbing your pencil, you began to scribble  the answer down, only to be pulled into a heated kiss. 

Kuroo’s tongue pushing past your lips to meet yours. Your eyes were wide, face slightly pink and hands curled up into loose fists gripping his shirt. You were about to close your eyes before he pulled away, a large smirk formed on his face as he saw you. 

“You need to get back to your paper, I guess i’ll leave you alone”

Let’s just say- you did not get the paper finished, but it was a good outcome-

Okay-

I’m like thirsting Kuroo-

So this is long as fuck-

Kuroo can cook basic things

Will cook for you only if you ask

But if oyu cook for him-

He’s whipped

100% Daddy Boyfriend material

Bokuto Koutarou

Season four bokuto got me feeling some way-

like-

they did my baBY SO GOOD

ANYGAYS-

Hyper boy loves PDA

Will hold you when he has the time to-

Loves to kiss you

Even when Akaashi tells him that it’s going against the school rules-

Loves the difference between your hand and his

The way your hand is so small compared to his

and soft

his hands are huge btw-

Loves to call you pet names 

Birdy, Baby bird, dove etc..

Lots of bird related ones-

Loves it when you go to practice and his games

His spikes will be on p o i n t 

You and Akaashi are buddies

You both have to deal with this hyper male-

Like Kuroo he loves your thighs

if the two of you are cuddling-

hands on thighs

and ass-

He loves to hold you-

Sends you good morning texts at six in the morning

and good night texts at nine pm

This man actually sleeps i think-

The team loves you

You raise bokuto from his lowest on the court.

Will state how much he loves you everyday

“Y/N I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK“

“Y/N I LOVE YOU MORE THEN HINATA LOVES VOLLEYBALL“

yk?

Will get very whiny when you try to do something other then love him

Becomes depressed bokuto until you give him the love and affection he deserves.

Bokuto wasn’t at his best today at all. His spikes were off, his serves either hit the net or went out of bounce. Why, you might ask. well today you decided to get up early without waking up your boyfriend and go to school without waking him up. 

You walked into practice, scrolling threw something on your phone. Quickly looking up you gave the team a small smile before going to sit on the benches, your eyes going back to your phone. 

Bokuto let out another groan as you did’t give him a hug or a kiss or any type of affection. Akaashi soon caught on to what you were doing and marched over to where you were on the bench.

“Y/n-san stop ignoring bokuto-san,” the dark haired male said making you look up at his tall figure before giving him a small laugh. “how did you figure me out?” you asked while standing up and brushing your skirt. 

“Bokuto gets in his depressed mode when you ignore him,” The younger male stated before turning his body so you could see the spiked haired male whining.

You gave the second year a smile before walking over to your whining boyfriend. 

“kou are you alright?” you asked pressing a kiss to his cheek as he was hunched over. Golden hues locked into yours before Bokuto pulled you into his muscular chest.

“Are you done ignoring me?” his whispered as he nipped your ear.

“Yes sir“ you quietly responded, eyes darting around, making sure no one was looking at the two of you.

“that’s a good girl, now go over there and wait for me. You’ll get what you deserve after practice”

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Okay well we’re done for now with these headcanons- i started this in july and only finished it now-

anygays- I hope you enjoyed these and if you have characters you want me to write a scenario or headcanons. just ask!!

BTW DID YOU KNOW: Oikawa is taller then bokuto, but Bokuto weighs more. That ass got weight that Oikawa’s non-existent ass doesn’t have-

i love you guys💗

✨thank you for reading!!✨

[obeyme-life]

HC: The Brothers With A Little Spitfire! (Part 1)

(Fem!Reader)

For @imapersonwhohasnothingbettertodo

Lucifer:

At first he'd find it annoying—your temper often often led to arguments with teachers or other trouble, so it did add to his paperwork.

He found himself smirking as he read the reports though. You were blunt but... You weren't necessarily wrong. It was kind of endearing.

He'd find himself discussing you with Lord Diavolo more often than just in your exchange program reports. He'd pace the room as he complained about your attitude, Diavolo sitting at his desk in silence watching Lucifer go back and forth. But he was smiling as he described your quirks.

"She's worse than the chihuahua! She's a chihuahua that barks! Bites, even!" He scoffed one time, referring to your small stature. Diavolo was used to you being the topic by now. With a sigh he sat down his pen and crossed his arms, a smile playing on his lips. "Bites? So what? You're into that sort of thing. Or did you think I'd forgotten?" Lucifer was blushing. He'd hit the nail on the head.

After Lord Diavolo made him aware of his feelings, he'd find himself intentionally riling you up sometimes. He was used to strict obedience... The way you snapped back was refreshing.

In his office one day you'd had enough of him pushing your limits, grabbing him by the tie and yanking him close, your cheeks a dead give away for your attraction—even if your smartass remarks hid it fairly well.

Lucifer's smug grin was unforgettable—but not as unforgettable as what came next.

"Finally." He sighed, sounding amused at your irritation. Then he leaned down and captured your lips.

"You're all mine, MC. Don't ever change but... Perhaps curb your fire enough that only I get to share these moments with you?"

Mammon:

Mammon got off to a rough start with you. You were always so angry and he was always so annoying.

At first it was a quick smack to his hand if he tried to grab your pencil or a few pieces of your popcorn during a movie. "Jeez MC, I'm the Avatar of Greed and you're worse at sharing than I am!" He'd tease, secretly looking for your attention. Even if you were chastising him, you were still focused on just him.

He'd do things to get you steaming mad, like leaning on you and calling you "Shorty".

"I'm short amongst my brothers and you're still tiny compared to me!"

The brothers could see all the signs, maybe even before you and Mammon. The red cheeks, the stuttering, the excuses to touch each other even if you were shoving or batting away a hand.

The explosive conclusion to your 'just friends' status came after a particularly bad fight. You'd found him snooping in your room for something to sell. You were sure everyone in the House of Lamentation could hear you yelling at each other. You shoved him hard, making him stumble back onto the bed—except he'd grabbed the nearest thing for support, which happened to be you.

As you fell onto the second oldest there was a heated pause as you both reddened in embarrassment and closeness. Mammon moved first, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into the top of your head. "I'm sorry MC... Could ya forgive the great Mammon?"

"Wh-Whatever, stupid! Just... Don't let go, okay? Or I'll really be mad!"

Levi:

Part of Levi was put off by your confrontational nature... But you were so small and cute! He was observing you one day when he accidentally mumbled his thoughts out loud. "... Chibi... She's like a chibi..."

Although you yelled at him for the comment, he found himself blushing—because you were too. He'd been looking at you, and you both knew it.

He was careful to keep his comments to himself from then on, but the more he watched you the harder he fell. You were like an anime character, how could he not!?

It became too much one day as you sat together playing games. You had toooootal gamer rage lololol! "M-MC... I've been meaning to say this for awhile b-but..." His eyes never left the screen—avoiding eye contact. "You're so small and like, totally tsundere, and I-I really like that about you..."

He'd already lost the level from all his fumbling so now he sat down his controller to ramble more. "I-I know I'm a t-t-totally gross nerd and whatever but I w-was wondering if you'd like to go on a... Y'know... Date...? With... Me?"

You tossed your controller aside and rolled your eyes. "I'll do one better than that. I'll be your cute normie girlfriend—now shut up and kiss me so we can finish this level!"

I HAVE TO DO THIS IN TWO PARTS, IT'S GETTING TOO LONG AND I'M ON MY PHONE—

Also sorry about how my headcanons always turn into like small fanfics???

[lov3nerdstuff]

Voluptas Noctis Aeternae {Part 7.9}

*Severus Snape x OC*

Summary: It is the year 1983 when the ordinary life of Robin Mitchell takes a drastic turn: she is accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Despite the struggles of being a muggle-born in Slytherin, she soon discovers her passion for Potions, and even manages the impossible: gaining the favor of Severus Snape. Throughout the years, Robin finds that the not quite so ordinary Potions Professor goes from being a brooding stranger to being more than she had ever deemed possible. An ally, a mentor, a friend... and eventually, the person she loves the most. Through adventure, prophecies and the little struggles of daily life in a castle full of mysteries, Robin chooses a path for herself, an unlikely friendship blossoms into something more, and two people abandoned by the world can finally find a home.

General warnings: professor x student, blood, violence, trauma, neglectful families, bullying, cursing

Words: 1.5k

Read Part 1.1 here! All Parts can be found on the Masterlist!

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A glimpse into the eighth week of travels (or the third week of August):

"I told you this was a terrible idea!"

"No you didn't!"

"Well, I should have!" Snape hissed quietly and rolled his eyes, but the painfully loud roar coming from the creature that was currently creeping up on them made him drop the annoyed act in but a second.

While it had been rather easy for Robin and Snape to enter the huge system of caves and tunnels they found themselves stuck in now, and even easier to gather the crystals they had come to Sweden for in the first place, the gigantic bear-like thing standing in front of them obviously hadn't taken too kindly to them intruding in its home. Or perhaps it just hadn't found anyone stupid enough to wander into its trap quite so deeply in a while.

"We're still too far underneath the ground to apparate out, right?" Robin whispered in badly suppressed panic, not daring to take her eyes off the creature in front of them that was effectively blocking their only exit.

"Unfortunately…" Snape replied just as distractedly, while both he and Robin slowly backed up into the tunnel they had just come from. It only led them down further into the caves again, further away from the exit. Damnit, things had gone so well up to this point… They had just been on their way back outside when this enormous creature had appeared in front of them out of nowhere. Silent as night, fast as light.

It came approaching them just as slowly as they were backing up now, but the coiled muscles that were visible under the short fur told Robin that it wasn't long until it would pounce. And then there wouldn't be any time left to think of a spell that might have saved them.

If she had learned anything from her years of classes on magical creatures, it was to never just use a random defensive spell if one didn't know what kind of creature they were dealing with. At least not if there was any other choice. Since neither she nor Snape knew what the thing in front of them was though, they were left with the only other choice currently available to them: running. And they only had one way left to go.

"If we can get to the gap in the wall a good hundred feet down the tunnel, it won't be able to reach us anymore. The space is too narrow." Robin breathed in a tone as calm as she could manage with her heart racing like it did. "Then I can look up what it is and how we can get past it. I have a few books in my backpack we'll have to check."

"But we will literally be stuck between a rock and hard place then, in a space we might not get out of again! That really is a terrible idea."

"You have a better one?" She huffed, resisting the temptation to roll her eyes. No answer. "Thought so. Now, it would be faster than us at a distance like this… Can we distract it somehow?"

"You can distract anything if you know how to." He replied, but went straight on instead of making her guess like he usually enjoyed to do. "It lives here in darkness… A very bright light should irritate it for a moment."

"Are you guessing or do you know that for sure?"

"It is an educated guess."

"Great…" Robin took a deep breath, then released it again slowly to calm down her body enough to function. "Let's hope we're both right, then."

"What?"

"We run." She whispered while drawing her wand out of her sleeve. Then, fast as lightning itself, she sent the brightest possible light directly at the beast in front of them, a broken second before grabbing Snape by the arm and dashing off down the tunnel. Neither the beast's furious roar stopped them, nor the sound of thundering footsteps echoing through the space behind them with a shocking pace that came closer by the second. Stopping meant dying, and Robin had no intention to do either.

To their luck, the crack in the wall she had seen wasn't as far away as estimated, barely 80 feet from their original position, and it took them only a few painfully long seconds to reach. Robin didn't hesitate to squeeze herself through the narrow gap and pull Snape right with her, even if it meant they were both pressed against the opposing walls, and even more pressed against each other. Well, better embarrassed than dead. They managed to get a few feet away from the opening before the crack became too narrow, but going by the size of the animal that had arrived outside their awfully tight prison by now, they would need as much distance to it as they could get. Even if that left them pressed together chest to chest, with hardly enough space to breathe at the same time.

Safe from the immediate danger for now, Robin closed her eyes and let her lead drop back against the wall as she tried to catch her breath. It had been sheer dumb luck that the crack had been wide enough for them to fit in… but they had, so she wouldn't waste precious nerves on wondering what could've been otherwise. At least she'd had the brains to take off her backpack before squeezing in here, or it would now be stuck between her and the wall. Much like she was stuck between the wall and Snape. Honestly, this was a highly dangerous situation, could her pathetic touch starved body please not react to it like that?! Bloody hell, being human was stupid sometimes. She had an angry bear-like thing reaching for them with its gigantic claws a good few feet to her left… and all her brain could focus on was Snape. How oddly comforting and exciting at once it was to feel his chest heaving against hers. How neither of them knew where to put their hands without being an awkward mess. How close his face was above hers.

Good gods, Robin! Danger! Angry bear! That stupid little thing called brain; use it, idiot! She took another deep breath to calm herself down from either distraction, but it left her with too little air and too much of his scent. He smelled like rain and sunshine at the same time, coloured beautifully by a hint of timeless depth and delicacy. Oh bloody hell… who was choosing to torture her like that today? Changing strategies, she decided to breathe through her mouth instead, which at least solved one of her problems.

"So… that worked." She got out after a moment of finally being able to calm down indeed.

"Apparently."

"Is this the kind of thing you meant when you said I might run into trouble, at the beginning of the holidays?"

"Not precisely, but it makes for a better reason than the original one, so I might as well say yes."

Robin had to snort at the comment, and she couldn't believe how he managed to make her laugh even in a dire situation like this. He probably hadn't meant to, but it was quite the astonishing achievement nonetheless. One only he seemed to be capable of these days. At the very least, it helped calm her mind back down to a working pace now.

"I better get us out of here, huh? As much as I enjoy being stuck with you, it's getting a little hard to breathe." She said before she thought better of it, and then could only hope that he would put it off as humor in return. Either way, she went to pick up her backpack from the ground where she had dropped it, trying to somehow get a hold of it without being able to turn around or bow properly.

"Will you stop moving already?!" He grumbled after a few seconds of her struggling to reach down far enough and thereby pushing him into the wall even further, but Robin ignored him until she finally had a grip on the leather bag.

"Sorry, I didn't have a more spacious gap in the wall to offer." She rolled her eyes, then pressed her bag against her hip with one arm and reached over both their chests with the other to summon out her books. "Help me find that beast out there in the paperwork and next time I'll make sure to find us a space to get stuck in that's more to your taste."

"Don't be ridiculous, this one is perfectly fine." He objected in an instant, and Robin quirked an eyebrow at him with a humored smirk while he seemed to realize what he had said, and rolled his eyes in return. "Just find the creature in the bloody books, will you?"

"Give me some light and I will."

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A/N: Am reposting two of my shelved discontinued fem!Hinata fics from my old blog here (for exposure ig? Also I didn't delete them completely there, they're just posted privately lol); for those who've read the original post before and wondering why this blog repost another blog's work, supplies~!! OP here, filling this blog with some Haikyuu content from last October. Enjoy ^^;; ALSO DO NOT SEND HATE ORZ smh

My Masterlist

Prologue | 01 | Omake 01

tho it doesn't looked like an extra chapter at all smh ahaha

Omake 01

wc: 1.9k words

warning: mentions of thigh touching (and probs kidnapping but not implied), a bit of OOC-ness, a few ‘damn’ mentions.

note: indented paragraphs -> flashbacks

*NOTE: since purple/violet is unavailable via PC (using desktop beta lol), I'll use yellow for Ushijima instead.

“…ta…nata…Hinata!”

A female’s voice continued calling her from her deep slumber.

The faint smell of ammonia wafted in the air.

Eyelids slowly opened as she regained consciousness.

“Ah, thank goodness you’re awake now, Hina-chan!”

“Yachi-san?” She groggily glanced at her friend.

“I’ll tell the others she’s awake!” Suddenly, the owner of that voice earlier, Date Tech’s manager, Nametsu Mai, stood up and headed outside the door. Yachi nodded her thanks.

“W-what happened… Where am I? Is this not our—the managers’—room?” she asked.

Hinata started to sit up from where she was laying but wobbled.

Luckily, Yachi and their second-year senpai Kinoshita Hisashi helped her out and gently positioned their fellow member on one corner of the classroom-slash-makeshift sleeping area.

Her senpai sheepishly replied to Hinata, “This is Date Tech’s sleeping quarters. We were having our first practice match of the day, against them, when Sugawara-san called to inform that they’ve found you together with Shiratorizawa, and their captain carried you on—“

The decoy shivered, thinking about the restroom incident hours ago.

“—and fainted on Ushijima’s shoulder. Ma~n, Suga-san’s so furious back then Kageyama had to stop him from killing them.” Kinoshita chuckled.

“Your room’s kinda far away from where they found you, so the managers decided to drop you off here since it’s the nearest one.”

Hinata sweatdropped, a bit embarrassed.

“Ah… thank you, and sorry for whatever inconvenience I have caused earlier…”

Yachi shook her head. “No, no, it’s fine! You’ve done nothing wrong, Hina-chan~,” she grinned at the orange-haired girl.

Smiled back also.

Then she suddenly facepalmed. “I forgot about the practice match! Is it still going yet?”

“It finished an hour ago, we lost—2-1,” a scowling Kageyama answered, trudging towards the three.

“K-k-kageyama…!!!” the female middle blocker blanched with fear, hands gripping the blanket draped on her lap, while the raven-haired setter shot a menacing glare at her, which she averted. “I’m… I’m sorry for—“

“Are you alright?” he quietly asked Hinata, his hand perched on her head.

His deep blue eyes swimming with concern and worry.

She felt a slight flush on her cheeks while meeting his gaze.

“H-hai, I’m fine!” the chibi assured Kageyama. “Nothing to worry about, Bakayama-kun~!”

And she smiled at him.

The boy suddenly became hot and turned to look away from her, hiding his flustered face with the back of his hand.

“H-hinata boke… idiot,” Kageyama stuttered, his heart thumping louder than normal.

Ahh… he sure is whipped for Hinata, that Kageyama boy, Kinoshita thought, shaking his head.

While their blonde manager only giggled.

Recovering from his blushing mess a while ago, the raven-haired setter took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes at Hinata and quipped.

“But I guess you do know that we lost in the match earlier because of your carelessness around your surroundings, right, dumbass?”

He smirked.

This pissed the female decoy and threw in some punches at Kageyama, which he constantly dodged. “Shut up, you!! I said I’m sorry, alright?!”

“No, you did not!”

“Yes, I did, Bakayama!”

There goes their ‘lovers’ quarrel’ again… hahaha…

“Hinata!” Sugawara’s sweet voice boomed inside the room as he entered together with their team’s captain Sawamura Daichi. Beside them tagged along Hinata’s friend from Date Tech, fellow middle blocker Aone Takanobu.

“Ah, Sugawara-san!” The first-year idiot duo stopped their bickering when the gray-haired setter all of a sudden hugged her.

Hc’d Suga and Hinata are chummy-chummy but in a mother/daughter sort of way.

He is, after all, Karasuno’s Sugamama.

“Honey, are you alright now? Did those Shiratorizawa bastards hurt you? Don’t lie to me!” She blinked in reply, baffled.

He might cry in an instant now—

“Oi, Suga, calm down,” Daichi said, drawing circles at the fellow third-year’s back to calm him down.

Aone then stepped closer besides Hinata and sat with his legs crossed, his eyes gazing at hers like Kageyama’s.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, his deep voice nearly startled both Hinata, Yachi and Kinoshita.

Date Tech’s one-third of the famous Iron Wall is a man of few words, and his replies were mostly grunts, hand gestures, and nods.

So it’s rare for him to speak, or ask a question, especially to a member of the opposite sex—or, in this case, at Karasuno’s Number 10. At Hinata Shouyou.

She held both hands at Aone’s now flustered cheeks, and grinned.

“I’m okay now, Aone-san! Don’t worry too much~ nn?” She tilted her head while looking at him.

C-cute… she’s cute, No-Eyebrows thought to himself. Even the other boys thought so, too.

Then he nodded.

Hinata patted his shoulders. “Good!”

Ahhh the power of friendship, feat. AoHina—

“Say, Hina-chan,” Yachi looked at the orange-haired girl. “Care to say to us why you fainted on Ushijima-san’s shoulder?”

The chibi stilled herself, cheeks starting to get a bit red. Kageyama noticed it.

“A-a-ano!! H-hinata-chan, it’s o-okay if you d-don’t have to tell us! S-sorry for asking such a foolish q-question—“

“Yachi-san, calm yourself down, too—,” the captain sweatdropped.

Looking at the people around her, Hinata slowly opened her mouth to speak.

“My thighs are kind of ticklish when being touched,” she muttered, face in an embarrassed state.

“Ha?” “Ticklish?”

“He—Ushijima-san touched the back of my thighs, but just to keep myself from falling down his shoulder!” the female middle blocker said aloud, pouting. “That’s why I… f-fainted earlier.”

Her partner remembered the face she made while being carried on Ushijima Wakatoshi’s shoulder.

“USHIJIMA-SA—hyaah! …P-please… stop—“

A vein pop ticked on the raven-haired setter’s face, his jawline twitching slightly.

Kageyama’s fists gripped hard, his face a big scowling mess.

Damn that Ushiwaka guy—

Another dark aura emitted on another corner as vein pops ticked on both Dadchi and Sugamama.

Wearing their scary faces.

Both Hinata, Yachi and Kinoshita panicked, while Aone furrowed his brows.

“Did you bring some shovels, Daichi?”

“They’re inside the bus compartment, Suga.”

“Good. We’re digging some graves for some perverted volleyball dorks to bury down later—wanna help us, Kageyama?”

———

Meanwhile, at Shiratorizawa’s side of the training camp, the members were at the sidelines, taking a break from practice when—

“ACHOO!!!” Tendou sniffled for the nth time already ever since coming back to the gym with Ushijima after the incident with Karasuno’s Number 10. “Uh, yizz…”

“Tendou-san, are you really alright?” their team’s first-year ace-in-the-making Goshiki Tsutomu asked, his face scrunched with worry. “You’re sneezing constantly.”

The redhead shook it off with a wave of his hand in reply, and smiled grimly.

“Yeah, I’m a-OK, thanks for your concern, Tsutomu-kun!”

“Oi, are you sick?” Shiratorizawa’s team mom third-year setter Semi Eita stared at his fellow third-year teammate with disgust. “If you are, please stay away from us! We don’t wanna get infected by your cold… Goshiki, don’t go near him!” “Eh? But, senpai—“

Tendou narrowed his eyes on him. “Semi-Semi, if I do have a cold, I will first go straight at ya and share my germs, duh!”

“DON’T CALL ME BY THAT STUPID NICKNAME, YOU IDIOT!” the team mom seethed, throwing a pack of tissues at the middle blocker in reply, hitting his arm.

A quarrel ensued at Shiratorizawa—

“Okay, guys, that’s enough! Save your bickering later at lunch period,” another third-year, Oohira Reon, chided and managed to stop both Tendou and Semi from tearing off their heads.

While the rest of the team just sighed and/or watched at a distance.

“Ano sa…”

Some of them turned their heads at the semi-deep voice of second-year starting setter Shirabu Kenjiro.

Idk how to describe voice ranges ‘cept high-pitch, deep blah blah sorry—

“Tendou-san, you mentioned earlier that you and Ushijima-san met Karasuno’s Number 10, right?”

“Aye~ we have!” the redhead then nudged Ushijima, who was sitting near him, on the side. “Right, Wakatoshi-kun?”

He nodded. “Un. We met Hinata Shouyou early this morning, outside the gym.”

“EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! You two met that cute sunshine already upon arrival!?!!” Both their libero, Yamagata Hayato, and middle blocker, Kawanishi Taichi, squawked at their captain.

Their faces looked like (‘◉⌓◉’), with Kawanishi gripping the collar of Shirabu’s shirt, shaking wildly.

“T-taichi, stop shaking me, goddammit—!” Whack!

Said second-year middle blocker started to wail in a dramatic way.

“WHYYYYYYYYYYY—!!”

Dunno how to grasp Kawanishi’s personality here tbh so stfu dejk—

“We were about to bring her here back though…” Then Ushijima’s usual stoic face darkened a bit.

“…if only those Karasuno setters didn’t show up.”

“Ah, that Kageyama guy and their vice-captain, isn’t it? Number 2?” Shirabu pointed out. “That guy’s really scary even though he has the face of an angel; their captain also.”

Oohira asked, “Wait… so you two attempted to kidnap the girl?”

“No, no, ‘kidnapping’ will only cause us trouble,” Tendou said, waving his hand in a disapproving way.

“Let’s call it ‘luring her with some sweets then put her inside a potato sack’—“

“ARE YOU A DOWNRIGHT LOLICON!?!!” Semi screamed straight at the Guess Monster’s face, pissed at his earlier statement.

Tendou vs Semi, Round 2–

“I-I heard from Date Tech’s Koganegawa-san that Hinata-chan fainted on you, Ushijima-san,” Goshiki stammered, red tinge on both his cheeks due to embarrassment, maybe? “Is that true?”

Ushiwaka nodded curtly. “Ye—“

“EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! SHE DID WHAAAAAAAAAAT!?!!” Both Yamagata and Kawanishi squawked again, interrupting his response.

Their faces now looked like (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾, with Kawanishi again gripping the collar of Shirabu’s shirt, shaking wildly.

“KAWANISHIIIIII!” An uppercut.

Chaos ensued inside the Shiratorizawa Academy (High School Division) Men’s Volleyball Club.

Their captain declared to himself, his olive-colored eyes shone with determination:

We will take Hinata Shouyou here, in Shiratorizawa. She should have (come here). Whatever the consequences be.

“WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU SLACKING OFF, YOU NIMRODS!!! GET YOUR ASSES BACK TO PRACTICE!!!!”

“HAI!!!!”

———

How did the supposed-to-be ‘rumor’ begin? It all started when…

“Aaaarrrggghhh!! This is not right, Ryuu!”

“Huh? What d’you mean ‘not right’, Noya?”

“I want to sit next to our cute kouhai Shouyou on the bus earlier, but it’s always that bastard Kageyama who gets to sit beside her!! Hnnnnnngh—!!! He gets to touch Shouyou’s hair whenever she dozes off, or place her head on his shoulder to sleep on! Or-or maybe even take a candid shot of her sleeping cutely—dammit!!! This is frustrating!!!!!”

“Ahhh~ I know how you feel, bro! I, too, want to sit next to our precious Hinata-chan on the bus! B-but… Noya, what about Kiyoko-san?”

“Ryuu bro, our loyalty is always on our beautiful goddess Kiyoko-san—BUT SHE’S DIFFERENT FROM SHOUYOU! Our kouhai is literally the epitome of a living sunshine~! She cures our blues away! Remember that time during our match with Wakunan, when you were kind of down about Daichi-san’s injury then Shouyou suddenly hugged and peppered you with words of encouragement?”

“Oh, yeah! It calmed my senses down… and also! Remember when you came back from your suspension, and me and Hinata noticed bruises—“

idk I really need to refresh my HQ knowledge by rereading the whole manga orz—

“—on your arms? Ma~n, she freaked out and began applying those with some ointment she had in her bag. And you told me later that time Hinata’s hands were very soft even though she spiked and blocked so many balls in her lifetime? Also that expression on your face! So priceless!”

“Ahhhh~ I wanna touch Shouyou’s soft hands again longer! Not just a high five—but holding hands!”

“Me too~ Damn, I wish there’d be some kind of (rotational?) seating arrangement whenever we’re on the bus, traveling to matches and stuff…”

“Ryuu! Noya! Heya!”

“Tora! Our shitty (city) boy from Tokyo—wassup!”

“We can’t wait to play another game against you guys later! ww”

“Same here!”

“Ah, what are you guys talking about?”

“OUR PRECIOUS KOUHAI HINATA/SHOUYOU!!!”

“Eh? Shrimpy-chan? What about her?”

“It’s like this….—“

The two crows and mohawked cat walked their way inside the camp premises, talking.

Unbeknownst to them, two eagles accidentally eavesdropped on the earlier conversation.

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[beakybirdsong]

Sigh okay it's Pokemon News Drop Day so I'm gonna make a quick appearance for initial thoughts. But uhhh they're not great lmao

So if you don't like debbie downers probably don't read this lol

Because I got a bit...edgy

But like...I actually *hate* that we're getting 3 different games and none of them look remotely...good, all for different reasons.

The D/P remakes, from what we've seen so far, just don't excite me in any way. My opinion could change going forward but for right now it looks like it might as well be a remastered port, which is...not really what I've come to expect from Pokemon remakes, even as someone who's generally become a huge pessimist over the years lmao. HGSS added Pokemon following, the Pokathalon, a customizable Safari Zone, team photos, polished bits of existing storyline (like awakening the legendaries or disguising yourself as a rocket), and I think even the Battle Frontier iirc. We got much less in ORAS, but the story was admittedly still polished up good from what it was, including a little post game romp where we could catch Deoxys, the DexNav, which was super fun to play around with, and additionally Mirage Islands, a bunch of minimaps in the region that changed every day, which you essentially could collect from others by playing online or using Streetpass and accessing BuzzNav. It was also the first game to let us really hunt a hoard of legendaries, some of which were hidden in really cool updated areas (lookin at you Sea Mauville).

My point of all this I guess is that if you're going to give us a trailer for DP remakes can you not make it look like...samey and bland lol?? I'm not saying there WONT be any new content, but I am saying that if there isn't then it just...is not gonna be worth the money that a Switch game costs. Especially after Swsh left such a bad taste in my mouth. Like H O N E S T L Y I'd probably be being a lot nicer right now if Swsh was like...a good game lmao but that shit still has bugs and even after two full DLC drops there's nothing to DO (outside of being a crazy person like me and hunting shiny legends in Dynamax Adventures).

NOT TO MENTION HOLY SHIT, the longer time goes on the less forgivable it gets that these characters are sooooo fucking static!!!! The whole *thud* thing worked fine back in the DS era because it was....yknow, the DS era, but it just looks so stupid over a decade later. You can't add any more movement than that?? Barry's static pose in battle is also just completely devoid of personality. I'd honestly be fine with the chibi style if they did something interesting with it. Which is my point ig. Please please pleeeaaassseeee do something interesting with these remakes. Give me a reason not to just play on an emulator, or hell. Dig out an old copy and play on the 3DS, which still supports DS games lmao.

Okay phew ANYWAY.

Idk if it's because I'm coming down off of that hot mess but Pokemon Legends is actually...kind of interesting in concept. Like it takes place in the past, neat. And it's """"open-world,"""" okay neat. And the starter options are remixed, neat (I have a lot of thoughts on that actually and they aren't bad but this isn't the time or place). And they clearly told the tree-renderers to get their fucking act together, but like...that's a good segue into the problem I'm having with it which is that it still just looks empty. And boring?? And I think what I'm getting hung up on is that part of my brain is like ooh cool but there's a much bigger part of my brain that's like "OK but WHY"

It's just so frustrating as a longtime Pokemon fan to look at these two games which are both set in Sinnoh and only seeing wasted potential. Why aren't we getting one really good Sinnoh game that could happen with a little more time and less spread-thin resources? One looks bad because it's static and underwhelming port of an otherwise big beautiful labyrinthine region and the other looks bad because it looks good in places but is otherwise is an empty looking world in the way that the Wild Area was. We could have all the good stuff in one package but why would they do that when they can double up on profits by shipping out two mediocre games?

Speaking of, the nastiest taste in my mouth by far was the fact that we're getting three new games at all. Other parts of first-party Nintendo are making a point to ask for understanding and delay releases because of the pandemic and it seems like Pokemon just isn't letting up. What kind of conditions and crunch are these developers working under while also dealing with the handicap of doing it all remotely?? Do they get to sleep and eat like Jesus fucking Christ. I know there's a studio name I don't recognize helping with the DP remakes but STILL. It's not worth it! It's not worth it! Make a better game later!!! Stop beating your own franchise and the people who make it half to death!! Getting even one new mainline Pokemon game a year is unrealistic and unsustainable and it needs to stop fucking yesterday!! Hell, I would cry tears of joy if we went a year with no new Pokemon news at all! That's how ugly this feels.

In an attempt not to end on a sour note I guess, Snap looks good enough to get. I'm curious to see how many courses there are, but the characters look endearing enough, and by nature of being an on-rails game the world feels alive because it's not an unrealistic ask to make it feel that way (they did it just fine on the N64, even with the technical limitations of the time). I would much prefer mainline Pokemon games veer away from this "open-world" direction they're going in and just focus on making their little segmented areas tighter and more immersive in terms of aesthetic and exploration and maybe like one or two static encounter mons with a bit of personality. But I'm getting carried back into the Mainline Game Bad Thoughts Zone and I don't wanna be there. So. Idk check out that Venusaur doing a cannonball! Instant serotonin. Hoping there will be some fun pokemon interactions you can apple into happening like Surfing Pikachu or the Jigglypuff concert. Snap looks fun. I like fun. This is fun. This is fine!!!!!!!

[crow-writes-stuff]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Minor Izumi Kyouka & Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Nakahara Chuuya Uses Corruption (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency Member Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Caring Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu Takes Care of Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Soft Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Series: Part 6 of Affirmation Summary:

Chuuya officially joins the ADA. For now, though, he and Dazai once again have to deal with the aftermath of Corruption.

"Dazai might not make it in time." Chuuya keeps his voice neutral: "Yeah, I know." He turns towards the raging monstrosity. "Just get everyone out of range."

Kunikida nods. Chuuya's glad he's not arguing against this. He takes a deep breath before taking off his gloves. This might be it. He hopes Dazai doesn't feel too guilty if Chuuya dies today. It's not his fault, but the idiot might still want to take responsibility.

"Oh Grantors of dark disgrace," sorry Dazai, "do not wake me again."

Dazai is running. He knows he can make it in time. Everything is planned. It all should work out. Still, he can't stop thinking. What if it goes wrong? He's running.

It's not hard to see his goal. The impact of Chuuya's attacks is visible blocks away. Not to mention the monster he's fighting. When Dazai had first heard of the ability, he had soon realised that Corruption would likely be the only option. At least as long as Dazai had to be otherwise occupied. He hadn't told Chuuya that at the time.

Dazai skids around the last corner right after the finishing attack. The enemy is defeated, Chuuya floating to the ground.

As usual, there is more blood than Dazai likes to see on his partner. Not as usual, however, is the fact that the markings of Corruptions are receding on their own. Chuuya looks at his hands in confusion, before staggering and falling to his knees. Dazai kneels down in front of him.

"Wh-" Chuuya gets interrupted by a cough, more blood splattering on the ground. "What the fuck?" Dazai smiles at him. "You're officially a member of the Agency now." Chuuya blinks, clearly not understanding.

"The president's ability allows his subordinates to gain control over their own abilities," Dazai explains. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the other Agency members approach.

Chuuya lets out a shaky breath before falling forward. Dazai catches him and pulls him close so that Chuuya's head rests against his shoulder. "That," Chuuya mumbles, "was the absolute worst." Huh. That's not the reaction Dazai expected. "What do you mean?" "I never felt Corruption tearing everything apart. Only had to deal with the aftermath before."

Oh. That... that wasn't something Dazai had considered. He can only imagine what it must feel like for your own ability to destroy your body while using it. So, Corruption is going to stay an absolute last resort. Dazai doesn't mind that.

He leans back a bit, holding Chuuya up by the shoulders. "Are you gonna pass out?" Chuuya thinks for a moment. He shakes his head slightly. "Not yet." "Okay, I'll help you stand up then."

As gently as he can, Dazai pulls Chuuya to his feet. He hides a frown. His partner is more hanging off of him than standing on his own. Thankfully, Kenji is already running over, taking Chuuya's other site.

Together, they get him into the car, where he immediately nods off. Dazai sits down next to him, while Kunikida gets into the driver's seat. "Do you want Yosano to take a look at him?"

Dazai considers his partner. Despite the blood, he's been in much worse shape after using Corruption before. "He should be fine by tomorrow. Just get us home, alright?" Kunikida nods and starts the car.

Once they're parked in front of their flat, Dazai wakes Chuuya up by lightly poking his side. Chuuya grumbles at him, but they manage to get out of the car and into the building without Kunikida's help. Dazai calls a cheerful "See you tomorrow!" as he drives away.

Inside their flat, Dazai manoeuvres Chuuya into the bathroom. He sits him down on the edge of the bathtub, before starting to unbutton first the waistcoat and then the shirt underneath. Chuuya lets him, clearly occupied with staying awake and upright. Once his upper body is bare, Dazai has his partner stand up just long enough to get the rest of his clothes off as well. Afterwards, he helps him sit down in the bathtub.

Chuuya pulls his knees up and leans his head against them. He might already be nodding off again. Dazai takes the nozzle and turns on the water, testing the temperature with his hand. Satisfied, he starts spraying across Chuuya's back, who startles slightly but doesn't otherwise move.

Dazai sighs dramatically. "You're really going to make me do all the work?" Chuuya turns his head just enough to glare at him. "'S not like you do any otherwise." Dazai pouts and turns the water to Chuuya's side, making him squirm momentarily. It earns him another glare.

Resigning himself, Dazai sits down on the edge of the tub. He starts wetting the ends of Chuuya's hair, until his partner tilts his head back, granting him full access. Dazai reaches for the shampoo and grabs a washing cloth at the same time. The latter he hands off to Chuuya after holding it briefly under the water.

While his partner cleans his face, Dazai opens the shampoo. It's the expensive one Chuuya brought with him when he moved in. Dazai must admit that it smells really nice. He lets a generous amount pour onto his hand and begins massaging it into Chuuya's hair. He smiles as Chuuya lets out a low hum, leaning into his touch.

After making sure everything is covered, Dazai begins rinsing off the foam. Chuuya keeps his eyes closed, clearly enjoying this. Dazai is probably going to tease him about that. Later.

Hair done, Dazai takes the body wash. Chuuya actually takes it upon himself to wash most of his body while Dazai takes care of his back. After rinsing everything off, he turns off the water and leans back.

Finally done, Dazai goes to grab the biggest towel he has (also one Chuuya brought with him), as well as a smaller one. He gently dries off Chuuya's hair with the latter until it's at least no longer dripping. Then, he helps Chuuya stand and wraps him up into the larger one. Chuuya huffs a laugh when Dazai makes sure that he's almost entirely enclosed by the cloth. Dazai nods, satisfied when only his head and feet are peaking out. "And how am I gonna get out of the tub now?" Instead of answering, Dazai simply picks him up. Hiding the effort behind it, he lifts his partner out of the bathtub and back onto the bathroom floor. This time, Chuuya actually laughs. "Idiot."

Dazai pouts at him. "Rude. And that after I've been so nice to the Chibi." Chuuya lightly kicks against his leg, not able to exert much force thanks to the towel even if he wanted to. Dazai laughs and starts pushing his partner out of the bathroom. Still making sure Chuuya doesn't lose his balance on the way.

"Let's get you to bed. Tomorrow's your first day as an official member of the Armed Detective Agency after all." Chuuya frowns up at him. "Is it even going to be any different?" Dazai hums. "For one, I'll be no longer required to keep an eye on you." "Because you've been doing such a fantastic job at that." "I have, thank you for noticing!"

Chuuya rolls his eyes as he sits down on the bed. He wriggles a little until the towel loosens enough for him to get his arms out finally. "Hey, can you get me my clothes?" Dazai grabs the oversized t-shirt and pair of sweatpants Chuuya likes to sleep in. "Thanks, but I meant my actual clothes," his partner says, already pulling on the shirt. Dazai huffs but does return to the bathroom.

Chuuya's leaning against the headboard when he comes back, blanket pulled up to his chest. Dazai hands over the clothes before turning around and changing into his own sleepwear.

When he finally crawls into bed, his partner is typing away at his phone. Dazai puts his arms around Chuuya's waist and rests his chin on the others shoulder. "Who're you texting?" "Kyouka. She asked how I'm doing."

Dazai hums. "She's very attached to you." "Are you surprised by that? We both spent a lot of time with Ane-san." "Not surprised. Just an observation. You're attached too." Chuuya shrugs his free shoulder. He doesn't deny it. Finally, he puts his phone away. Dazai lets go of him just long enough for them both to lie down properly. He pulls his partner against his chest and places a quick kiss on his temple.

"It was pretty stupid to use Corruption without me, by the way." Chuuya huffs, the air tickling against Dazai's neck. "You planned it like that, didn't you? You were the one that insisted on splitting up in the beginning." Dazai closes his eyes. "Still. I'm glad everything worked out." Chuuya moves, and soon enough, he feels soft lips against his own for just a moment. "Me too."

Dazai smiles but keeps his eyes closed as Chuuya gets comfortable again. He's actually looking forward to tomorrow. Kyouka will probably have rallied for a proper welcome party, now that Chuuya is an official member. She would have had no problem convincing Atsushi and Kenji. And it's not like anyone actively dislikes his partner, now that they've gotten to know him more. Alright, perhaps Dazai is actually just looking forward to seeing Chuuya's face. It's going to be fun.

[misstinfoilhat]

The Boy in the Belfry Pt. 4, a Bungo Stray Dogs fic.

The structure was still as ominous as ever. It didn't help the grim picture that he was standing in the middle of a storm. The thunder and lightning made his scars ache as a reminder of what had transpired inside of this church, many years ago.

But, he wasn't here for nostalgia.

He hobbled carefully towards the locked gates of the black-painted fence that protected the graveyard surrounding the run-down church. In one of the lockers in his hospital room, he’d been relieved to find his tan coat, cleaned and hanging nicely on a wooden hanger. Luckily, the old brass key he’d received in the letter was still in one of the pockets. 

He picked it up. 

Once again, like the week before, he turned the key in the rusted lock, though, with a bit more trouble. It released the chains keeping the gate together and fell to the ground.

Dazai cursed under his breath at his failed attempted to catch it. The strain had been a little too much for his back, and now he would have to bend down to pick it up when he left. If he left.

Well, he would have to deal with that later.

He closed the gate behind him to the best of his ability with his limited range of movement, not wanting to raise the suspicion of anyone else that would possibly venture by at this time of night. Idiots like himself.

The short stairs to the large wooden door also proved to be a challenge in his weakened state, but with a little bit of patience (that he truly didn't have right now), he managed to get up, only to be greeted by a very much bolted-up-door.

'No, why did he bolt it shut?' The familiar anger started to clutter his vision. Despite himself, he tried to knock.

“Hey!” He knocked harder. “Hey! Come on out, you... you... fuck!” His voice broke as his knocks against the door grew to desperate thunder. With one hand. Then two. “You're such a fucking coward!” Crutches fell from armpits and landed on the stone flooring with two separate clangs. Instinctively, Dazai lowered his broken leg to keep his balance , bones still attached to the external fixation device.

The amount of pain that shot from his leg through his entire body was inhumane. The moment his leg touched the ground, he collapsed. He couldn't keep himself from screaming out from the agonizing sensations and violent spasms, as he thrust on the ground in anger and hurt.                                                            ...

After some time, he was able to calm himself. He had finally managed to execute his stupidest stunt yet. Probably. It definitely was up there.

The rain was pouring, and every inch of the pitiful man was soaked. If the fall hadn't killed him, pneumonia was a pretty good contender right now. He needed to get out of this mess.

There was no way he could get up by himself. His back opposed to any movement, and his leg seemed to have pinned itself stuck in a crack in the stones he was now, miserably lying on.

'I have to do it... I don't want to. But, it's not the best time to die right now. It would be rather inconvenient actually... Goddammit.'

Painfully, he was able to reach into his pocket and retrieve his phone, mindlessly scrolling through numbers until it came to a stop in the last part of 's'.

Slug.

                                                         ... Chuuya's phone was ringing. It was in the middle of the night, and the high buzzing sound and a default ringtone woke him from a deep sleep. Hazy, blue eyes looked at the display- which said; Mackrell.

Nope.

He went back to sleep.

A few minutes later, his sleep was again interrupted. This time by a text message.

“Fucking bastard,” he growled and picked up the phone to see what could possibly be so important that his mortal enemy would text him in the middle of the night. If it was another fucking video of a cat playing the piano, he would (secretly be pretty amused) unleash his ultimate power on that stupid walking roll of toilet paper and he didn't even care if he'd die if he could just...

- I need your help.

Chuuya pressed his face brutally against his pillow and groaned audibly.

He texted back and pressed send.

- Fuck you.

Then he turned around on his back, phone in hand and waited for some whiny and annoying response or some 'witty' reply with an invitation to do just that.

A couple of minutes went by. 10 minutes. 15.

Chuuya rolled his eyes and sighed. 'Great, now I'm getting worried.'

He reluctantly opened the message again and texted.

- Where?

A couple of moments went by before his phone rang. Chuuya pressed on the accept button so fast, that he got embarrassed for a moment. He pinched the bridge of his nose, placing the phone to his ear.

“What? Why the hell are you calling me in the middle of the night! I swear to God, if you're not already dying, I'll personally make sure that you-”

“I might be dying,” Dazai's hoarse voice cut him off.

Chuuya kept silent, a bit set back by the deadpanned reply. A guttural cough was heard on the other end.

Chuuya let out a deep breath. “Where are you, bastard?”

“Church,” was all he said before the connection got cut.

“Church...? No. No, no, no. Dazai? Dazai!” Chuya looked furiously on the screen and tried to dial back, He waited. No reply.

“Fuck, Dazai, you stupid...” he sneered to his phone and got up from the bed, pulling on the first pieces of clothing he could find and sprinted out the door.

The big black landrover was almost comically opposite its small red-haired owner. There was nothing comical about the man’s expression of absolute terror though, as he sped through the dark street towards the church that he usually planned his trips to avoid at all costs.

He was about to pass it before he stepped on the brakes, and he jerked forward, only stopped by the seatbelt. The rain was pouring down so heavily at this point, that he could hardly see through the windows. He opened the car door and ran outside.

He saw him. Dazai was lying on the ground, right outside the door. 'What the fuck is he even doing here?'

The gate was slightly open, so he had no problems pushing past it. He looked wearily to each side, as he jogged the couple of feet between the gate and steps.

“What are you doing, you scrawny idiot?” he tried calling out, hoping to get a response.

He didn't.

Shit.

He kneeled by the limp man's side.

“Hey, Dazai. Come on.” He slapped his cheek tryingly. His cheeks were so cold. Chuuya looked him over quickly, only then noticing the metal sticking out of his left leg.

“Jesus Christ, you really are an idiot,” he mumbled.

Dazai was still holding his phone, so Chuuya took it from his hand to make sure it wasn't already broken from all the water. To his surprise, it lit up when he touched the screen, only to realize that it was a message for him there, that he apparently hadn't been able to send before falling unconscious.

No hospital

Hatrack :-)

“You rather took the time to... fucking bastard.”                                                           ...

In spite of his moderate size, Chuuya was more than strong enough to carry Dazai from the car to his dormitory. There was no way in hell that he would show him where he lived.

Chuuya was a man with a plan. He had already found Dazai's keys while in the car, and without too much struggle he retrieved the right one and got them inside.

He didn't bother to show the courtesy of taking off his shoes before grimy loafers stepped inside, aqua eyes scanning his surroundings.

Dazai had a modest apartment. It was a small kitchen corner with an island for eating, a brown leather couch placed to face an old-looking bookcase and a kotatsu in the opposite corner. A sliding door lead into what Chuuya figured was the bedroom and lifted Dazai inside.

The bedroom was even more modest, only decorated with a futon and a small dresser.

He walked across the wooden floor and carefully placed the passed out man on the bed, lifting the blanket up and threw it on top of him.

Then, he stood up and looked around. There really wasn't much to look at. The dresser had endless boxes and rolls of bandages on top of it, and a pair of glasses. Chuuya chuckled and lifted them up, trying them on.

“Jeeze, Dazai. When did you go blind?” He proceeded to squint around the room, realizing that there wasn't a single mirror. Of course, there wasn't.

Chuuya placed the spectacles back onto the dresser before he heard something stir behind him.

He turned to look at Dazai, now with eyes half-lidded, peering up at him.

“Look who finally decided to wake up. Pretty conveniently after I've struggled to drag him up the stairs.”

“Just wanted you to carry me over the threshold, chibi,” the weak voice snickered, before letting out a painful sigh. “Chuuya, would you mind handing me some clothes from the dresser. Whatever's fine.”

“Glad you're finally ready to listen to my fashion advice.”

“If I wanted to join the circus, perhaps.”

Chuuya grimaced but opened the first drawer. The only thing laying there was a grey cotton shirt and a pair of black joggers.

“You literally have one shirt and one pair of pants.”

Dazai shrugged and forced himself to sit upright with his teeth clenched. 

After a short break dedicated to catching his raspy breath, he started to take off his soaked jacket.

Chuuya turned with the clothes in his arms, first now noticing that Dazai was wearing a hospital gown. With the back showing, he could see that the ties in the back had come undone, and the soaked bandages underneath had started to loosen.

“Did you... escape from a hospital or something?”

“Yeah,” Dazai breathed and disposed of the gown. The bandages were completely loose now, and Chuuya could clearly see the familiar disfigured back. The scarring that embroidered every inch of Dazai's body.

Dazai couldn't reach around to cover it back up. His fractured spine made his movements very limited, and he had realized that it just wasn't going to happen.

Chuuya noticed the fresh surgical scar in the middle of his back.

«I can't reach,» Dazai said silently, but suddenly turned his face towards Chuuya with a cheeky grin. «Hah, it must be nice hearing someone else say that for once.»

Chuuya snorted but finally chipped his shoes off, returned to the dresser to pick up some new bandages and crouched behind his former friend, giving him a slap across the head and not holding anything back.

Reaching for a piece of gauze, he peeled off the protective layer and carefully placed it along the scar.

«Do I even need to ask what happened?» he mumbled, reaching for a set of fresh bandages on his right.

«I didn't try to kill myself,» Dazai answered with a faint smile.

«Really? Are you telling me that you're finally maturing?»

«Tch, never.»

Chuuja continued his work in silence, covering every little blemish on Dazai's back, as he knew he needed.

«Are you in pain?» he finally asked.

«I'm fine,» Dazai sighed.

«That bad, huh?»

A melancholic smile appeared on Dazai's face. Chuuya had always been able to read him like a book. He probably knew him better than he knew himself.

«There, is that okay?» Chuuya asked, fastening the last piece of the bandage.

«Sure. Thank you, Chuuya.» Dazai hesitated and turned to face Chuuya. «So, about today...»

«Yeah, I'm kinda curious. Spit it out, patchy.»

«He's back.» The small red-head looked thoughtfully on the slender man on the bed.

“Fuck... Yeah, I kinda figured. And I'm guessing it has absolutely everything to do with your sorry-ass-state?”

Dazai didn't answer. Chuuya sighed.

«I need alcohol. Do you have any wine?»

«Aren't you driving?»

Chuuya shot back with a venomous stare, telling him not to go there.

«In the kitchen cabinet. Do you mind bringing me some sake?»

«Aren't you on pain medications?»

Dazai gave him a stare, telling him not to go there right back.

[chimpukampu]

Adrinette April Day 8 - Pool Party

@adrinetteapril

AO3 | Fanfiction | Wattpad

Week 1: Just Friends - Day 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Week 2: Falling in Love - Day 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14

Week 3: Reveal - Day 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21

Week 4: Dating - Day 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 and 30

It was dusk when the girls decided to end their pool party.

Marinette felt like it was short-lived and somewhat blamed herself that her friends did not fully enjoy the pool and the slides since they were adamant to wait for her arrival.

Alya nudged her. "Cheer up, Marinette! We had so much fun monitoring your celebrity status than splashing ourselves into the water."

"Yeah!" Rose interjected. "We've been cheering on the sidelines when Adrinette was trending online!"

"Adrinette?"

"Short for Adrien and Marinette, duh," Alix supplied while scrolling something on her phone.

The pig-tailed girl sputtered when her classmate showed her several tweets and other social media posts about the chase that happened before Gorizilla's appearance. She blushed when she read a blog about someone offering to sponsor their wedding and a TVi petition that Nadja Chamack should conduct an interview about their relationship, then turned fifty shades redder when people submitted some cute fanarts about them - from traditional portrait to chibi-like one - as well as fanfictions.

"There's this fanfic called 'The Towel Girl and the Helmet Boy' by Fu-sensei," Juleka said as she showed them the kudos and the comment counts. "I kind of like it."

"I'm going to bookmark that! Give me the link."

"Ooh, looks like someone posted a retro version of your pajamas, Marinette!"

"Guess what, there's a fan club on Tumblr now dedicated to Adrinette!"

"Really? Let me see!"

"Sorry to burst the bubble," Marinette huffed indignantly with crossed arms. "But Adrien and I are clearly not together."

"Yet you still got the support of his fans," Mylene elbowed her lightly. "That's a pretty rare feat considering that they’re shipping you to a handsome and high-profile bachelor celebrity."

"He only sees me as just a friend!"

"But not for long," her best friend smirked then adjusted her glasses. "Speaking of just a friend, look who's here."

Marinette almost fainted on the spot when a familiar limousine stopped in front of them, especially when the tinted window on the back seat rolled down and revealed the face she expected to see the least.

What in the foutre world is he doing here?

"Salut, Marinette," Adrien greeted sheepishly. "Care to have some company?"

"Erm, I'm actually with - "

She looked around and met an empty sidewalk.

They were gone. All of her friends were gone.

Those ungrateful, selfish bastards!

" - myself. All by myself."

His face beamed with delight, "If that's the case, then why don't you join the ride with me? We can drop you off at your home."

"Ah, no. It's alright. I'll just ride a bus. Besides," she waved her hands as she looked around. "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere safe? We should not be seen together again."

"I know but I'm...uh," he trailed off, rubbing his neck incessantly as the blush formed on his cheeks. "I don't want those rumors to dampen our friendship."

She gaped at him with disbelief.

You're so stupid, Marinette! she screamed mentally, This pure ball of sunshine wants nothing in this world but friends!

He averted his eyes glumly. "I - It's okay if you don't want to talk to me anymore. I mean, I did nothing but troubles, and I - I ruined your chances to be with other guys -

His ramblings stopped when he heard her giggles, making his heart palpitate faster.

"I'm fine with you, Adrien," she told him, then immediately corrected, "I mean, I'm fine to go with you, not that to be with you, although I'm also fine with that, I'm  - "

His chuckles broke her reverie. "You don't need to explain further. Here, let me help you with your bag - "

"No!" she stopped the door when he made an attempt to get out, then surveyed the surroundings again. "I - I can ma - manage it. I - we don't want your identity to be exposed again."

"If you say so," he sighed dejectedly then held the door open for her.

"Merci beaucoup," she said as she scooted beside him.

He grinned. "De rien."

The driver cleared his throat then stirred the wheel and drove towards T&S Bakery.

"You changed your clothes." the blond made a gesture on her white halter top dress. "Did you make this?"

She nodded.

"As well as your clothes a while ago?"

She nodded again.

He looked at her with eyes filled with adoration. "Wow, you're such a talented designer, Marinette."

"Tha - thanks," she flustered.

"I was searching for you in the theater," Adrien confessed. "I looked everywhere to check if you're fine and unharmed when Gorizilla showed up. When I visited your bakery, your parents told me that you were here."

"Ah, there's actually a pool party organized by the girls. We've planned this for ages," she told him. "Just a simple weekend getaway to escape the heat."

"I didn't know you have an appointment with your friends," he muttered sullenly. "I'm sorry if I dragged you along with me, and now everybody thinks that you're my girlfriend."

She waved her hands casually. "I understand, Adrien. You can tell the public the truth, that we don't have that kind of relationship and the fact that I'm really not your girlfriend."

He did not say anything. Instead, he asked: "Did you enjoy your pool party?"

"I did," she answered, twirling her fingers on her lap. "Alya and the girls waited for me so I won't be out of place if I arrived there late."

"You might have enjoyed more if I left you alone."

"Adrien," the pig-tailed girl moved closer and looked at him straight to the eye. "I'm not a type of person that will abandon a friend in dire need."

"But - "

"Regardless of the situation," she went on. "I will still go with you."

His emerald eyes lightened up, full of mirth. "What shall I do as a payment for the trouble I've caused you?"

"There's no need for you - "

"I insist," he reached out for her hands then clasped it with his. "I want to do something for my best friend."

"Well then," she gave a thought. "Why don't you join our pool party next time?"

[lov3nerdstuff]

Voluptas Noctis Aeternae {Part 7.4}

*Severus Snape x OC*

Summary: It is the year 1983 when the ordinary life of Robin Mitchell takes a drastic turn: she is accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Despite the struggles of being a muggle-born in Slytherin, she soon discovers her passion for Potions, and even manages the impossible: gaining the favor of Severus Snape. Throughout the years, Robin finds that the not quite so ordinary Potions Professor goes from being a brooding stranger to being more than she had ever deemed possible. An ally, a mentor, a friend... and eventually, the person she loves the most. Through adventure, prophecies and the little struggles of daily life in a castle full of mysteries, Robin chooses a path for herself, an unlikely friendship blossoms into something more, and two people abandoned by the world can finally find a home.

General warnings: professor x student, blood, violence, trauma, neglectful families, bullying, cursing

Words: 1.2k

Read Part 1.1 here! All Parts can be found on the Masterlist!

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A glimpse into the third week of travels (the second week of July):

"Are you absolutely certain that it is necessary to roam around here in complete darkness?" Snape asked for the third time already, his voice sounding even louder to Robin's ears as it echoed through the quiet forest around them. "Is one single lumos too much to ask for?"

"Yes!" Robin sighed for the third time as well, feeling like he didn't even want to understand her on this. "We will scare it away if we carry any light on us."

"But. I. Can't. See." He grumbled after almost tripping over another root that broke through the soil without any uneven spots as a warning.

"Well, I can!" Robin whispered and rolled her eyes to herself, but stopped in her track and turned around to him nonetheless. She didn't want him to get hurt, nor to get lost. And it really was a bit unfair that she had been drinking that potion to see better in the dark while he hadn't. "Just… wait here if you dread walking around so much, and I will come and get you when I find the stupid creature."

"Absolutely not! I'm not leaving you, and that is not up for debate." He objected quietly, and Robin found that it was too dark even for her to see much of his expression. At least he couldn't see her cheeks heating up that way either, nor the stupid foolish smile on her lips, nor the concerned frown that followed. It was dangerous to let him wander around blindly like this… but then again, she couldn't force him to stay behind. Even if it would be very much justified.

They continued walking, or rather stumbling through the forest for some time, and while Robin did her best to stay as close to Snape as possible, she also had to focus on finding what they had come here for in the first place. An Oine; a creature no bigger than a mouse, who shied even the light of the moon and therefore only came out of its tunnels, its home in the ground at night, solemnly in forests like these where the foliage was so thick that not a single silver ray fell through the tree crowns. A paradise for the Oine, a death trap for foolish wizards who could indeed not even light a single lumos. Robin pondered if perhaps light with a different wavelength would have different effects on the tiny animal, if perhaps she could try some good old muggle infrared light or ultraviolet light to at least shed some brightness onto their path without scaring the Oine miles away… But that was an experiment for another day, when she had more time to prepare.

This excursion was the second one of the day already, a quick and spontaneous follow-up to the insect they had been looking for all day. But they had been so very nearby, and it had been dark already anyway, which proved to be just the perfect circumstance. It would've been a shame not to take advantage of that! But due to Robin's underwhelming preparation that was a direct result of this spontaneity, she had only had one night-sight potion on her currently, from back in April when they had experimented on that in the laboratory. Good thing potions didn't go bad, bad thing they couldn't simply be multiplied. So after a very short and to-the-point argument, it was decided that it was Robin's theory, Robin's excision, Robin's potion, and therefore she ought to be the one drinking it. Scoffing to herself with a small smile, Robin wondered if Snape was already regretting his vehement insistence for her to take it. In a way, it was his own fault that he was blindly stumbling through the dark now… He could've had the potion, but no, he had to be stubborn and make her drink it. Insufferable idiot.

Her idiot, which was why she did feel very much responsible for his safety now no matter what he might have to say about the issue. Gods, she had let him out of sight again for far too long while being stuck up in her own head… but she also had to focus on finding the Oine right now, which was practically impossible to do simultaneously. She would have to focus on the latter if they ever wanted to find the little beast, and if they ever wanted to get out of this forest again. Which really wasn't the best idea.

A loud splash suddenly caught her attention, followed by a string of grumbles and curses, and her head snapped up from the ground in an instant. It only took her a few seconds of searching through the dark in startled panic until her eyes landed on something that caused both immediate amusement and immediate pity to spring to her mind instead. Snape's dark frame, entirely sodden and dripping wet, as he sat in the shallow waters of the nearby pond. He had obviously missed the small but steep ledge he now found himself at the very foot of. Oh dear… he looked about as angry as he did when a student blew up a cauldron for no good reason, and was likely just as drenched.

For two seconds, Robin allowed herself to smile and quietly snicker at the sight before her, then she walked over with quick but certain steps before reaching out to help him up. Still grumbling, he accepted her help when she nudged his shoulder to let him know she was there, probably needing her more as a guidance through the dark than a help for getting up, but Robin would gladly serve as either. A few seconds later, they were both up the ledge and mostly dry again. Even if now both of them were covered in duckweed and mud.

"Do you still refuse to wait here until we can leave?" Robin asked once more, and the glare she received in return was palpable even without being seen.

"Indeed." He grumbled, again being too stubborn for his own good. "I have agreed to this endeavour, and now I will see it through with you to the end as well. Darkness or not."

"Fine." She sighed, and seeing as she found herself running out of both time and options, she did the only thing she could think of. She took his hand, and held onto it tightly while her heart skipped a beat both at the rush of tingles and her own boldness. "But I'm not letting you run blindly through the dark anymore. If you insist that we do this together, then we will indeed do it together now. That's the deal."

"Alright." His reply was surprisingly quiet, calm, content almost, and he held onto her hand even more tightly in return. Bloody hell, he would be the end of her like that. But now, for now, they had work to do. Together. "Lead the way, then."

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Be Careful (Part 7 - FINAL)

Prompt: Being the wife of Tom, who is a politician, while having an affair with Bill, who is a leader of an anti-government group and is planning to assassinate Tom. (courtesy of @theartofimagining13)

Warnings: language, sex/smut, talk of murder…Think House of Cards, and you’re golden.

Word Count: 1334

Notes: Beta’d by the perfect @like-a-bag-of-potatoes… This is rather different from what I usually do, so feedback would be nice : ) It’s a drabble series, btw.

Inspired by the T Swift Song: I Did Something Bad

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“Senator Hiddleston ordered salmon,” Bill informed to Daniel at the door. Daniel eyed the food, checked the cart, and barely patted Bill down, before letting him in.

“I didn’t order that,” Tom said as he let the newspaper down he was reading.

“Compliments of the hotel,” Bill stated politely as he opened the silver serving plate.

“That’s very nice, but no thank you,” Tom dismissed, his blue eyes on Bill’s green orbs.

Bill reached into his pants, pulling out a Glock 19 with a silencer, aiming it at Tom’s head. “Oh, I insist.”

“What the hell?” Tom said as his brows knitted together. “Da--” he started to shout but Bill put his fingers to his lips.

“Shh. Don’t shout for the bodyguard. It’ll just cause more bloodshed,” Bill advised.

The door suddenly clicked open, Bill assumed it was his henchmen so he didn’t turn around. But Tom on the other hand was slightly relieved.

“Y/N, don’t come closer, he has a gun!” Tom warned.

You smiled knowingly as you pulled your own gun out of your fur coat and shot Bill in the back of calf, the noise barely above a can opening. The feeling that coursed though you felt raw, and wonderful -- it was power.

Bill’s leg twisted to the floor as he cried out. The sound sickenly sweet.

“I know, darling, I gave it to him,” you informed as Sebastian and his men joined you in the room, him looking absolutely mouth watering in an all black suit, power emanating from him.

“What the hell--What the fuck is going on?” Tom asked as he eyed Bill, the guns, Sebastian, and his henchmen.

“I see why you’re leaving him,” Sebastian said, eyeing the confused Senator. Sebastian’s men came in and took Bill’s gun as he gripped his leg from pain. Then moved to Tom to get him on his knees, the two big men keeping them still and on their knees.

Tom’s eyes flashed to yours, betrayal, hurt, anger, confusion all swirling in those pretty eyes of his. “Y/N?”

A wicked grin slowly pulled on your face, keeping your gun aimed at the two men.

“I bet you’re wondering what I’m doing. Let me make it simple. Bill here, was sent to kill you. By me. Well, us. You see we’ve been trying to sabotage you for over a year and a half now, darling. Succeeding. Until Billy boy here had the genius idea of killing you and exposing all of your dirty little secrets. You’re dead, all of your secrets out, and you’re no longer fucking up a country.”

Tom’s eyes widened before going from you to Bill.

“But you see, Bill thought I was working with him, trying to take down the American government. Silly Billy,” you teased as you leaned down and touched the end of the silencer to his cheek but he ripped away, glaring at you.

“You psycho bitch. I thought you loved me. What the fuck are you doing?” Bill demanded, rage burning clear in his voice, face, and eyes.

“Getting what’s rightfully mine, baby,” you said, nearly cooing. “You see, I’m tired of men thinking they rule the show. That they are the be all, end all when it comes to government, politics, morality. All my life, men have walked all over me, thought I was just another pretty face. Bill, you’re just as fucked up as he is. Tom may be a twisted cookie, but, Bill, baby, you were ready to kill for a piece of ass. You fucked another man’s wife to infiltrate the government. What would you even gain if Tom died? Nothing. So you spill some secrets from Capitol HIll. Big deal.”

Both men were staring at you, anger brewing deeper and deeper on their faces.

“So are you going to kill us?” Tom asked. “Just assassinate me like the original plan and say Daniel shot Bill as he got away. Is that it?”

“Clever boy,” you complimented as you stood from your leaned position. “But no. That was part of the small plan but no, we’re thinking big picture here.”

“We?” Tom inquired.

“Well, Sebastian and me, of course,” you said, eyeing your true lover. Your one true love. He was the current president of Russia, the second largest power in the world, with you as his second in command and pulling the strings back here in America, you would soon be the largest superpower.

“Sebastian Stan, the president of Russia?” Bill asked. “I thought you shared a vision with me,” he said, the faintest hint of heartbreak in his voice. Oh, how precious.

You laughed callously. “Bill, darling, no. I never loved you. You just fuck well. You really thought I would settle for an anarchist...or even a senator?” you asked, eyeing your husband as if he were trash. “I am meant for so much more than what you two had planned.”

“Then what the hell was I for? Why not just go with Sebastian?” he demanded, furious.

“Excellent question,” Sebastian said chiming in. “We can’t have a group of your...caliber, trying to ruin our endeavor, can we?” he asked as he eyed your former lover, before clasping his hands in front of him.  

“So you, my beloved anti-government snake,” you cooed, “you get to run your group exactly how you were meant to. You’re going to work your ass off to tear down the government, with our help,” you informed, a smile on your face. “You will be the weapon to crack that regime.”

“Genius, isn’t it? All her idea,” Sebastian noted, eyeing you. “She is the brains behind it all. And a bomb in the sack, eh, boys?” he asked, winking with a mischievous gleam in his eye, making you beam with pride.

Bill’s eyes swirled with something strange. Wonder? Amazement? Anger? Impression? Whatever it was, it settled on disbelieving rage. “So you’re not going to kill me?”

“That would cause a revolution. No, we need you alive.”

“If I don’t do it?”

All humor fell from your face, stone features in its place. “I will personally put yet another bullet in you, but this one will be between your eyes,” you threatened, your voice reaching a tone it never had. Your head twisted to see your husband.

“And, darling, my love, as for you, you’re to be our puppet.”

“I’ll never do it,” Tom vowed.

“Oh won’t you? Darling, I know for a fact that at the right price, you’ll jump on it like a dog in heat. Not to mention if you don’t comply, I still have many things that can ruin your career.”

“What if I still don't?” he challenged.

“Same fate as Bill.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to kill us?” Bill wondered with fierce venom in his voice as his eyes slowly trailed up to your face.

“Keep up, man,” Sebastian said, crouching down, patting Bill’s face as if he were a small child. “We need men on the ground here. You understand, don’t you?”

Sebastian stood up, kissing you quickly, the inevitable fire lacing in your veins as he touched you.

“приходи, мой голубь,” Sebastian asked, meaning ‘Come, my dove.’

“Yes, dear.” You turned to your husband and ex-lover, winking. “Bye, boys. Я иду домой на родину,” you stated, meaning “I’m going home to the motherland.”

The men were still kneeling, speechless, as they watched you leave, stunned beyond belief. Your plan worked perfectly, and now you were about to board a plane back to Russia, to start the second phase of your plan -- making Russia the most untouchable superpower in the world, with the United States eating out of the palm of your hand.

Men really were stupid, but at least you found one that seemed capable of keeping up with you. Sebastian sat next to you on the plane and kissed your hand.

“Ready to start a new world order?” he wondered, so much promise in his voice.

“I was born ready, darling.”

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Dialogye prompt 9~ Soukoku (its so similar/perfect for the both of them)

Here you go, anon! Hope you enjoy it!

Title: This TimeRating: TPrompts: Dialogue Prompts: 9-“Don’t promise me you won’t leave. Just don’t leave. I don’t think I can handle another promise right now.”Summary: Chuuya doesn’t want promises…he just wanted Dazai.

Warnings: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Light Angst, 

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Dialogue Prompts

This Time

Chuuya sighed contently as long fingers massaged his scalp in a lazy fashion. Shifting, Chuuya placed his hand over the warm bandaged chest and snuggled into the warmth, entwining their legs together.

He smiled softly as his mackerel tilted his chin up, kissing him long and slow before nestling himself back into the coziness of Dazai’s arms. Humming in contentment, he basked in the beauty of the moment.

It wasn’t often they could just be. Sometimes, they would only get a spare second. But, moments like these where he could just enjoy and forget…They were worth more than the finest wine.

“Chibi,” Dazai whispered into his hair, breaking the serenity of the moment.

Chuuya closed his eyes and took a steadying breath before giving Dazai a fierce look.

“No.”

“Awww hat rack, you’re so mean! I haven’t even said anything,” Dazi whined, capturing his hand within his.

“Shut up, bastard. Just don’t,” Chuuya replied evenly.

Chuuya arched an eyebrow as Dazai kissed each pad of his fingers before smirking lazily at him. Shaking his head at his lover’s antics, he laid his head back down with hope that this conversation was over.

“But Chu-u-ya~!”

Sighing in aggravation, Chuuya pressed his forehead into Dazai’s chest before responding to the plea. “No, Shitty Dazai. Don’t be so fucking selfish. Just…just… let me have this.”

Closing his eyes, he took a steadying breath. He just wanted to enjoy whatever the hell this was. Why couldn’t the bastard understand that?  

Dazai hummed a noncommittal reply and began to curl his fingers back through his hair; Chuuya sighed softly as the touch soothed his nerves. Chuuya let himself drift in the moment, his breath evening out as he enjoyed the domesticity of it.

Feeling a weight against his finger, Chuuya sleepily blinked his eyes open and stared in confusion at the gold reflecting back at him. Furrowing his brow, he flexed his fingers and then looked up to amused amber eyes.

“Huh?”

“Silly chibi~! That hat must have done more damage than I thought,” Dazai said softly with a stupid smile that screamed warning bells in Chuuya’s mind.

Dazai had never once looked at him like that. What the fuck was going on? Did he drift into the goddamn Twilight Zone?

“Dazai,” he swallowed thickly, staring at his hand in shock. “What the fuck, shithead?”

“Chuuya, it’s my promise. My promise for forever,” Dazai beamed before cupping his cheek. “Never to leave you again…”

He shook the hand off and sat up. Glancing at the ring, he looked at Dazai in disbelief before slapping the bandage freak.

“Don’t you fucking play with me, Osamu. This isn’t a fucking joke. Don’t promise me something like that,” he yelled, his body trembling in anger as tears welled in his eyes.

How dare he? Why the fuck would the bandage freak do this to him? Was this all a fucking game?

Scrambling up, Chuuya grabbed for his pants and began to hoist them up as Dazai watched him, cupping his bruised cheek.

“Well, that’s not exactly how I predicted that would go, my chibi,” he lamented before grabbing him by the wrist. “Chuuya…”

“No, Dazai. You don’t get to play with me like that. Not after last time. Remember you said it yourself—this is just fucking,” Chuuya grounded out, avoiding Dazai’s piercing eyes and wrenching his arm free.  Sighing, he curled into himself, pulling his knees up to his chest. “You can’t fucking promise something like that! You just can’t. I don’t think I can handle another broken promise from you.”

Chuuya closed his eyes, waiting for the laughter and the cruelty as tears spilled down his cheeks. Hearing none, he peeked open one eye and was greeted with Dazai’s concerned amber  gaze.

“Chuuya,” Dazai whispered, pulling him into his embrace. Dazai cradled him against his chest and stroked his hair. “I really fucked this up didn’t I? What do you need, my petite mafia?”

“Just don’t leave,” Chuuya whispered hoarsely.

His eyes fluttered closed as Dazai captured his mouth in a sweet tender kiss, full of promises that Chuuya couldn’t even begin to understand. Chuuya wrapped his arms around his lover and moaned while Dazai lowered him back to the bed.

He lost all thought as his Osamu began to worship him in ways that Chuuya never dreamed about.

Maybe this time…things will be different.

[docholligay]

The Return

@yamadara87 sponsored this fic, prompted by: Usagi has to face each of the senshi after they’ve been killed. 2,293 words with a patented yamadara happy ending. Comments very welcome! 

Galaxia’s laughter echoed across the dark room. Gone. All gone. Usagi standing alone, before Galaxia, hoping for some miracle, the universe standing silent to her plea.

“Please, bring them back!” Usagi sobbed heavily into Chibi-Chibi’s hair. “They’re so important to me!”

Galaxia smiled, as if she had just thought of a clever joke. “Oh? You want them back?”

“Yes! Please!” She could not see Galaxia for the tears streaming down her cheeks, but could feel the white-hot cruelty radiating off of her.

“Hm,” Galaxia rose from her throne, her head held proud and high, practically strutting in front of Usagi, her hands behind her back as if she knew Usagi could not dream of bringing her harm, “what an interesting idea. I think I like it.”

Usagi took a step toward her, uncertain of what to say. Galaxia’s teeth seemed a row of knives more than a smile, each ready to pierce her flesh.

Galaxia waved her hand, and the throne room lit up suddenly, star seeds above her whirling and seeming to explode, the fireworks of old lives lighting up the sky, and Galaxia herself vanished into the darkness.

Usagi took a step back, unsure of what to expect from Galaxia’s hand. She wanted to believe her, that she had simply thought it would be interesting to fight and defeat them again, that Usagi would get to see them, that they could fight again and maybe, just maybe...

And for a moment, it seemed like her dreams might, just might, come true. On the edge of her sight, just where the shadow met the light, she saw the sheen off Ami’s hair.

She ran toward her, her heart carrying her more than her legs, wanting to call her name but so excited to see her that it stuck in her throat. She embraced Ami warmly, and found, in return, nothing but a dispassionate touch of Ami’s hand on her back.

She stepped back.  “Ami?”

“I wanted to go to Germany, Usagi.” Ami looked at her sadly. “I wanted to be a doctor.”

“ I--”

“But I couldn’t, could I? I stayed for you,” Her eyes were wide and pleading and oh so awful, so filled with fear and regret, and Usagi felt herself break like a stone, the ice forcing it apart, “I stayed for you, and that’s fine but...I wish...I wish you could have fought for me, Usagi.”

“Ami,” her disappointment was too much to bear, that she had failed her in this soft way, “I didn’t--”

“I know,” a tear streamed down her cheek, “you didn’t.”

She broke into a thousand water droplets, becoming her own tears of disappointment, falling between the cracks of the stones on which Usagi stood.

“You didn’t notice.” Mako’s voice came through the mist of where Ami used to be, steady and strong, like Mako herself.

Usagi looked at her, torn between fear of what she might say and the same, still relief that she was there, that she did not have to face this incomparable struggle alone. She’d never had to, before, had she? They had always been with her, in one way or another.

“I didn’t notice…” It horrified Usagi that the word about to come out of her mouth was, what?

Mako scowled, a deep ridge forming between her eyebrows. “It’s always me, Usagi. I protect you. I’m the one who takes the hit.” She wiped at her nose, more crooked than Usagi remembered it being, beyond, it seemed, even the bounds of the magical healing that had guided so much of their lives.

Mako touched her nose. “I could tell you how many times,” She shook her head, “I did it again, Usagi. For what you wanted. I did it, and I stepped in the way, and I died. “  

“Mako.”

“And you lived.”

Usagi’s lip wobbled.

“And the people you cared about lived.”

There was a flash, and she was gone, Usagi staring at the empty walls again, but only for a moment, just one breath, before she was swept over by the fullness of the feeling that filled the empty chamber.

It was different, this feeling. Not the cold loneliness of facing Ami, but something much stronger, something that left a taste in her mouth like too much vinegar, that she could not place.

��The princess.” There was a way she spat the words, that made Usagi cringe immediately, the way they were tinged with pain, as Mina stepped out of the darkness.

“I spent my whole life in your shadow. Do you know, what I was before I met you? I had boyfriends. Girlfriends. I was a volleyball star. I was popular. Even as Sailor V,” She touched her chest, “I was the hero. It was me. And for you—“

“Mina, please!”

“For you all I did was suffer, and be forgotten.” She gave a dark laugh. “I should have been the princess.”

“Do you want--”

“At least we’d all still be alive!”

She disappeared in a flutter of glistening orange, Usagi alone again in the dark, her final words echoing off the stone.

Still be alive. Still be alive. Still be alive.

Usagi fell to her knees, hugging herself tightly against the cold and dark.

“I’m so sorry! Please come back! You can be the princess! I don’t even want to be! MIna! Ami! Mako!”

Another voice rang out, the sound of heels clicking as they came toward her.

“You’re such a crybaby, Usagi!”

Rei.

It should have been Usagi’s favorite sound in all the world, Rei sniping at her like always, but things felt different now, didn’t they? The edge there had always been suddenly felt sharp.

And yet, Usagi could not stop herself from smiling, popping to her feet and running toward her, tears still streaming, but nearly of relief. “Rei!”

But Rei did not move to embrace her in return, simply stood still as a statue, her eyes glowing like embers, popping and crackling.

“And I was the idiot who believed in you.” Whether she was more disappointed in Usagi or herself, Usagi was not sure, but it burned against her like a flame against her skin. She shook her head. “But it never mattered. I was so stupid.”

“It did! REI--” Tears streamed down her face.

“THE WORLD IS GOING TO END AND I DIED FOR NOTHING!”

Usagi could have sworn she felt the heat raise off of her, and just as she was set to tell herself, no, it was all in her imagination, Rei could never hate her with that intensity, not like this, suddenly Rei was aflame, burned into ash, whispering in the wind at Usagi’s, curling around and then away from her.

“Rei? Rei! Not again, you can be mad, just, just come back!”

Pluto did not so much as step out of the shadow as be formed by it, strange and different as she ever was next to the rest of them. She looked at Usagi, her face placid, reminding Usagi that in some ways, she was more the demigod than any of them,

“You could have killed her, Princess. You have the power.”  

“But I couldn’t! Setsuna, I--”

“I broke every taboo I have ever known, for you.” Pluto did not look angry so much as sad, and in some ways, this was the most painful cut of all, another member of Serenity’s line who had disappointed and ruined her. “But you don’t know what that is, I suppose.” She gave her soft, sad smile. “You have never had to break one.”

Usagi felt the wave of guilt come over her, imagining every time she had said she wouldn’t hurt someone, every time she had simply begged for them to stop. How many times had her senshi, her friends, saved her? How many times had they let her be the gentle one?

Pluto longed for that, somewhere, and could never have it. She looked off back into the darkness, the darkness where she must of lived so much of her life, usagi thought but did not know, never having asked.

It was as if the room flipped, reality itself twisting as Pluto dissipated into time and was replaced by a small girl, her hair black as the shadow that surrounded her, who glared up at Usagi.

Usagi put her hand to her chest, remembering when she had once held

“I could never be a normal kid! Because of you!”  Hotaru’s voice was young but filled with anger.

“Hotaru, I saved you.” Usagi’s eyes were wide.

“Did you do it for me?” She looked at Usagi with a wisdom and an edge so far beyond the age of her face. “Can you say that?”

Of course she did, or she had thought so, once upon a time, back when once upon a time  made sense and she was the princess and it seemed so much more like a fairytale than it did right now.

“You saved me to be taken from my father. You saved me to be a soldier. You saved me to die again.” She looked at Usagi, the faraway galaxies of a child who has seen so much in her eyes. “You saved me for you. So you wouldn’t have to live with me being dead.”

“That’s not…”

But her voice trailed away into the darkness, dissipating like smoke as Hotaru disappeared, unwilling even hear her excuses for Hotaru’s life.

She tasted the sea and salt in the air, and felt the ground tremble, just a bit, under her feet.

There was no time for thoughts other than that, a tall figure of blonde fury lashing out of the darkness, stepping right next to Usagi.

Haruka bared her teeth as she leaned toward Usagi. “Do you know what I did to try and protect you?!” There was anger, so much anger, but an edge of hurt and pain, as there so often was in Haruka’s voice at her angriest. “What I did to--”

“And you unable to even lift a finger to save any of us.” Michiru appeared next to her, a reassuring hand on Haruka’s forearm, the two of them emerging from the shadows together.

“Michiru! Haruka!” It was a plea more than anything, knowing that these last ghosts had come to judge her yet still.

“I was meant to get married, you know.” Michiru looked at her, her eyes full of dark judgment.

“You were?”

Haruka tossed her hair. “I asked her.  It was only a few days ago. I see you didn’t notice the engagement ring.” She shrugged.

Michiru stood, her hand under her chin, next to Haruka. “And why would you? You are such a selfish thing, really,” she laughed, “Why would we care about anything that is not Usagi?”

Haruka nodded briskly to Michiru. “She really is.”

“No!” Tears welled in her eyes. “I would have loved to go to your wedding! You would have been so beautiful!”

Haruka scowled at her. “Not enough to do anything.”

“Not enough to screw your courage to the sticking place, as they say.” Michiru narrowed her eyes.  “Instead, I held her hand, unable even to see her face as we died.”

“I don’t want anyone to get hurt!”  Usagi cried out.

“And so your inaction has murdered us all.”

They went as they came, together, just as they had entered and exited Usagi’s life, just as they did so many things of great importance.

The weight of judgment fell upon Usagi, dropped her to her knees.

Galaxia's laughter echoed around and across her, and for a moment Usagi was afraid that if she opened her mouth it would enter her body, consume her and break her apart, dissolving her as she saw every one of her Senshi dissolved.

She looked at her Senshi, appearing before her in a regimented line in their uniforms, their eyes narrowed in judgment.  They were fierce and solid and half shadowed.

But.

Her mind turned to Mako, gathered with them at Christmas, the way she had made them all little gifts, assembled in her apartment, the way she bounced around with a family to share all of this.

Hotaru, looking at the stars as if she’d never really seen them before, in the wonder of all she might have missed.

Pluto, excitedly describing all the varieties of frozen pudding pops that could be had in any local grocery store, the most exciting thing she’d ever known.

No.

“This isn’t real.” Usagi set her mouth as hard as she could, listening to the still small voices inside of her, cheering her on, saying that they believed in her.  “You aren’t them.”

Ami, looking up from her long studies sleepily, playfully teasing the rest of them for their weakness.

Usagi staggered to her feet, and pushed the tiara back tightly on her head.

“I know who they are.”

Michiru, giggling honestly, as she watched them romp around the beach at her family’s summer home.

“I am the pretty guardian of love and justice.”

Haruka’s pizza party, that she’d grudgingly agreed to, the first birthday party she’d ever had since she was a little a girl, and how she had blushingly, tipsily hugged Usagi and thanked her, the party hat askew on her head.

“I am Sailor Moon,”

MIna, her arms thrown around her and Rei as they walked through the dark streets of Tokyo, calling to Haruka and Michiru walking ahead of them and laughing, her voice full of love and joy.

“And in the name of the moon,”

Rei, putting her forehead to Usagi’s and telling her she’s braver than she thinks.

Usagi’s eyes found their own ferocity now, as Galaxia looked at her with a strange confusion and interest. Her voice came as a growl.

“I’ll punish you.”