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chaichaiiskai · 3 years ago

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Invisible part II. || yandere! bully! sukuna! x gn! idgaf! fearless! reader!

part I ... part II ... part III ... part IIII

content warning: breaking and entering, sukuna uses y/n’s anxiety to manipulate them, sukuna is a sadistic genius, cursing, a little comedy relief, mentions of stalker, fluff fluff fluff, y/n and sukuna are kinda cute? 🥴 author doesn’t know when to shut tf up, sukuna still calls reader a bunny, if there’s anything else I need to add please let me know! this is unedited so please be patient with my errors! I’m thinking that the third part is gonna have some more mature themes.

word count: 4.5k

synopsis: Y/N is pretty freaked out about last night. I mean, c’mon, who wouldn’t be freaked out if they woke up covered in bite marks and bruises? Poor Y/N is a little distracted at work and doesn’t have time for Sukuna’s bullshit so they brush him off. But… how the hell did he end up back at their apartment? Let’s just say, being afraid of the unknown can make you do dumb things. Even willingly letting your bully come into your goddamn apartment to protect you from your “stalker.”

It was easier to pretend that the figure from last night was just a figment of your imagination, but that didn’t explain the marks that littered your body.

You’d fallen right back to sleep after your little nighttime hiccup and were awoken the next day by your alarm, signaling that another day was here and you needed to get up. Upon doing so, you began your morning hygiene routine and as you were doing so you almost brushed over these marks, unaware of them completely. But you couldn’t ignore the marks on your thighs, confusion was written all over your face.

“What the…? How’d these get here? Are these BITE MARKS? What the actual fuck?”

Sure, it wasn’t uncommon to end up with random bruises after waking up from a goodnight’s sleep but this was NOT normal. Who the hell had bitten you? What had bitten you? You sure as hell couldn’t bite yourself in such a place so you easily ruled yourself out.

Like a wave on the beach, the sleepy memory of that strange figure made its way into your vision and a chill ran up your spine. That was REAL? There’s no way… How could that be?

At this point you were now standing in your bathroom, looking over your body at the uniform marks that were scattered all over your body. From your neck, collar bones, shoulders, stomach, thighs… What does this mean? Was some sex-crazed demon sneaking into your bedroom at night?

Pffft! As if!

But then again… you had no explanation.

The more and more you thought about it, the more you considered that your place may be haunted. So many unanswered questions swarmed your mind but one specific question seemed to outshine the others.

If this “thing” really wanted to hurt you wouldn’t it have bitten an entire chunk out of you? Or maybe they were just trying to get a taste? However, earlier as you were assessing said marks, you realized that they didn’t exactly look as if someone was attempting to eat you— they were more along the lines of being love bites which made things even weirder for you.

As you slid on your work apron and went behind the counter to start another workday you began to think that maybe you should have played hooky today instead of going to work. Staying at home wasn’t much of an option right now so maybe it would have been better to go to a library or something. Or maybe work would work as the best distraction to your festering thoughts that were fucking with you. On your break, you decided it would be best to text a friend and ask if you could stay over with them for a bit.

“Hey, Y/N! Something the matter?” A familiar voice asked from beside you as you stared lifelessly straight ahead. Snapping out of your daze you looked to the owner of the voice and smiled sheepishly at your co-worker, “I’m all good, Jennifer! Just a little tired, didn’t get too much rest last night, aha.”

Well, that wasn’t exactly a lie.

“Oh yeah? Well, if you need anything you can just tell me. I’m in an especially good mood today because my boyfriend decided to—“

The brunette began to ramble about her boyfriend, which you were only half listening to. You’d pick up on a few parts and there but you weren’t 100% attentive. As Jennifer continued to talk your ear off, you both continued to work the counter by serving customers their drinks and other consumables. It was nice to have a distraction for the time being but you were still a little freaked out by the fact that you still needed to go back home.

…

Sukuna had been kind enough to leave you alone for the rest of the night after he’d shamelessly bitten you all those times. He’d ended up catching a few winks before making his way to the nearest cafe that was smack dab between his apartment and the school campus.

Pushing the door open to the establishment, he was greeted with the voice he always longed to hear, a wave of energy rushing over him as he glanced to the counter and looked around until his eyes landed on you. As he began to approach, joining the short line that was ordering whatever, he glanced over your form.

You’d looked a little frantic, worried, and it was concerning. He rubbed at his chin in thought for a moment as he continued to study you, wondering what exactly was going on in that pretty little head of yours.

“G’morning, what can I start you off with today? We have the White Caramel Macchiato as our drink of the day, would you like to try that?” You asked your bully, your mind running on autopilot as your professional smile splayed fakely across your face.

The pinket stared at you for a moment, squinting his eyes as he tried to read your emotions. Luckily, there was no one being held up behind him. Not that he’d care.

“What’s up with your face? It’s like you’ve seen a ghost or something?” He questioned, eyeing you down from the other side of the counter.

Blinking out of your work professional trance, you glanced up and met those darkish pink eyes that usually made you angry but right now you lacked the energy.

“Ah, Sukuna. Want the usual I suppose? Black coffee and vanilla bean scones?” You voice aloud, totally ignoring his inquiries about your inner turmoil.

“Uh… sure. But really, what’s going on with that face of yours? You never look at me like that,” he urged, chuckling a little at the thought of your usually sour face whenever he graced your presence.

“I’m just— not in the mood today, Ryomen. If you came here to mess with me then you can fuck off, I have no energy to spare you so I’m just gonna make your order and you can leave,” you answered after putting his order into the cash register, “$6.43.”

He’d nearly growled at the sound of his name leaving your lips. You never called him that. Something was seriously wrong here. Sukuna pulled his wallet out and his card, swiping the little plastic piece to pay for what he’d ordered, and shuffled along the front of the counter so he could keep up with you and talk.

“I’m not, I’m not. The hell’s your problem exactly? You wake up on the wrong side of the bed or somethin’?”

You grunt in frustration and start filling the paper cup with coffee, shaking your head, “No. It’s weirder than that! I can’t explain…”

“Damn, something must be really wrong. Go ahead, try me. I’m smart enough to figure out whatever shit you throw at me,” he beckoned, still watching as you continued to prepare his order.

Before you continued, you brought his coffee and the scones over to the ‘pick-up’ area and slid them over to him, and asked, “Do you believe in ghosts?”

Wait what? To say he was astonished and amused was an understatement, his face contorting to reveal all sorts of emotions but confusion was the main one.

“Uh… I guess that would depend, but the short answer s’probably yeah,” he answered truthfully, taking a sip of his piping hot beverage, “Why’d you ask?”

Maybe you shouldn’t be telling your tormentor all this. Maybe you should have waited and spilled all of the worries to your friends at break time like you wanted to. But a part of you just really wanted to tell someone about this freaky shit that happened and it just so happened that Sukuna was the first one to come and seek you out. You weren’t exactly close but you also weren’t strangers.

“I don’t know… Some really weird shit happened last night. I thought it was a dream but it turns out that everything really happened. Now I’m a little worried about going home,” you vaguely explained, rubbing the back of your neck.

It didn’t take a scientist to figure out what Y/N was referring to. It was Sukuna who’d seemed to rile the poor creature up.

“Eh? I don’t think I get what you’re talkin’ about, bunny. What exactly happened last night that’s got you all freaked out? Did you have a shitty nightmare or somethin’?”

“Thought so but… look at this,” you lifted your arm up and pulled back your sleeve a little, revealing a bite mark on your wrist. Unknown to you, it was Sukuna’s drunken handiwork. He didn’t know why exactly he’d bitten you there but it may have been a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing.

“Eh? Did you bite yourself? That’s kinky.”

“No! And there’s even more of them all over me, but I don’t know who did them! I’m freaking the fuck out because no one else was in my apartment with me last night. But I saw this— figure. I mean, I didn’t realize until earlier this morning that I had actually felt them on top of me. I wanted to push them off but I couldn’t wake up, it was like I was stuck in my own dream” you rambled, frantically moving your hands around a little before resting them back at your sides.

Sukuna stared at you in silence, sipping the drink you’d made for him with a calculating expression.

Your eyes soon met his and you eagerly waited for his response. Was he going to laugh at you? Pick a fight? Tell all his friends that you’re an absolute nut job?

Much to your surprise, he seemed to do none of those things. In fact, his gaze seemed to soften as you both held eye contact and the words that left his lips next nearly gave you whiplash.

“That does sound pretty terrifying. Do you want me to walk you home after you get off work? I could even check out your place to make sure no one’s lurking inside of it before you go in,” he offered, waiting for your reply right afterward.

|| a/n: The gaslighting award goes to Sukuna Ryomen! ||

You’d stood there in silence for a moment. Trying to fully process what he’d just said to you, waiting for him to say something else that would make you want to choke him out but the banter you were used to never came.

Now you began to consider his offer. It’s not like he hasn’t been to your house before, the two of you have studied together on occasion. Which sounds weird enough but your bully was surprisingly studious and was the top student in all of the classes you had together. And he was a pretty good teacher when he wasn’t harassing you. Why are the pretty ones always so weird? Wait what…?

Snap snap snap.

“Earth to Y/N. You good? You kinda spaced out there?” The man of your confusion asked you, chuckling at the bewildered look on your face. Almost like he read your mind he added, “I can be nice when I want to. I may be a jerk but I still care about your well-being.”

Before you could stop yourself your hand moved on its own and you slapped your cheek, wincing at the stinging pain that grazed your face. So, this isn’t a weird dream either?

Sukuna nearly flinched when you’d assaulted yourself, laughing at you when he realized what you’d done. “Oh c’mon. Don’t be so dramatic. Tsk tsk, what time do you get off? I’ll walk you home. S'been a while anyways.”

…

Why do you always end up in these situations? You were putting up a confident front to help ease your nerves. (Fake it ‘til you make it, amirite?) But that doesn’t explain why you decided to let Sukuna Ryomen, of all people, walk you home. He could have easily tried something on you but you were more concerned about the unknown presence that was lurking in your apartment.

The walk to your place was quiet, not that you minded but it was a little nerve-racking considering how Sukuna was usually talking your ear off with some snide comments or degradation. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye out of curiosity, wondering what he was doing.

He held a bored expression on his face and yawned before wiping the sleepy tears away from his eyes, yawning again. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he teased, noticing how you were staring at him so shamelessly.

Snorting at his comment, you rolled your eyes and then flipped him the bird, “Whatever. You should be flattered! Why are you being so quiet? You're usually talking non-stop.”

“Hmm?” The man raised an eyebrow, glancing at you with a snarky grin splayed across his face, “You miss the sound of my voice that much, bunny?~ Don’t worry, I’ll talk all you want. Just for you.”

“Ugh, you’re such a creep! What kinda bully even flirts with their victim?”

“Eh? Who’s bullying you?”

“You are, idiot!”

Sukuna placed a hand over his chest and dramatically gasped, looking at you like he’d just been offended, “I’ve done no such thing. I just have a unique way of courting you, get used to it.”

“Wha- Courting me? Dude, what the hell are you going on about?”

He completely skims over your question and then motions to your apartment building that’s only a few feet away, “That’s your place right? Let’s get you home.”

“Hey! We’re not skimming over your little confession. What the hell do you mean you’re courting me, Sukuna? You sure as hell don’t act like you’re ‘courting’ me,” you grimaced, stopping to stare up at him with your fists clenched slightly, awaiting his response.

A groan could be heard in response before he grabbed onto your wrist and then muttered, “Don’t make a scene. I’ll tell you somewhere in private, alright? I hate it when people are in my fuckin’ business.”

Before you could voice your protest or even snatch your wrist away from his iron grip he tugged you up the stairs that led to the front door of your apartment.

Wow, he really did have a good memory. Maybe he was an elephant in his past life, you suddenly thought, and then unlocked your door before opening it.

“Shoes off at the door and don’t even THINK about trying anything. I’ll break your dick right off,” you threatened while kicking your shoes off and stepped aside to let Sukuna in. You didn’t venture in any further because you remembered what he’d offered to do for you earlier.

“… And come with me to look around real quick. Don’t know if there’s some freaky things lurking around or something,” you mumbled, feeling slightly flustered at the idea of your bully roaming around your house to check for any intruders.

Poor Y/N, little did you know.

He’d taken notice of everything you’d done. How you reacted, and how obviously anxious you were. The gears were already beginning to turn inside his head. He was going to milk this opportunity for everything it had.

Once he took off his shoes and set them beside yours, he stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his onyx joggers and started walking around without your guidance, checking in closets and anything with a door including your cabinets.

Even though you’d told him you both would be looking around you decided to stay put after shutting the front door. If there was some psycho in your place they’d end up catching Sukuna and would it really be a bad thing if Sukuna ended up being the one stabbed instead of you?

Oho, Y/N, you naughty wackus bonkus.

You’d remained on guard and stayed in place, waiting for anything unexpected or terrifying but it never came. Instead, Sukuna strolled back down the hall and over to where you are, scratching at his chin, “All clear. No murderers or weirdos around here. Well— besides you, that is.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment but visibly relaxed before muttering a ‘thank you.’ You then shuffled over to the living room couch and sat down, sighing while stretching out your limbs. Now, it was onto the real business.

“So, about that, courting thing. Are you being ser-“

“Did you hear that?” Sukuna suddenly interrupted, raising an eyebrow before whipping his head in the direction of your bedroom causing you to instantly shut up and listen, forgetting what he had talked about completely.

“What?” You whisper-shouted, terror and confusion wavering in your voice.

Before he could answer, a loud crash was heard in your bedroom and you immediately jumped to your feet, getting into a makeshift fighting stance as you faced the hall leading to your bedroom.

Sukuna motioned for you to stay where you were and then started heading into your bedroom. Being who you are, you waited a couple of seconds and then followed after him in case he needed back-up.

When you entered your bedroom after him, he had stopped at your window that had been opened and a few of your belongings were knocked onto the floor. Your eyes immediately widened and you went over to where Sukuna was to look where he was looking, noticing a retreating figure that seemed to have been running towards the stairs that led down from your floor to the street.

Your blood ran cold and you couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing onto his arm in a tight hold, eyes glued to the figure that slowly disappeared from your vision.

“Was that… the guy?”

“Can’t know for sure but your window wasn’t open when I first came in here. I may have missed it the first time. Did you leave it open?”

“No. No, I didn’t. Oh fuck no, I need to buy a katana or something,” you grunted, rubbing your face with your free hand while still clinging onto Sukuna’s arm with the other, “Why me? I’m not even worth stalking.”

Using the arm that was not being held onto, he closed your window and then locked it, “I don’t think being “stalking-worthy” is really a thing, doll. Just take a deep breath and relax, I won’t let any weirdo get to you, alright?”

Sure, you were still thoroughly fucking creeped out by the chance that a stalker had just been in your room a few seconds ago but you were holding on strong nonetheless. And it’s not like you were alone at the moment. Sukuna wasn’t exactly who you’d ever expect to come to your rescue but you were at least a little glad that he was here with you.

It was hard being strong sometimes. You had to constantly remind yourself that it was okay to be afraid.

“Huh, you’re not doing a good job then cause you’re quite a weirdo,” you mumbled in a joking way, shaking your head before letting go of his arm to pick up the things that had landed on the floor.

He missed the short-termed embrace but didn’t say anything about it. He had you exactly where he wanted you anyways, if things panned out how he planned then he’d get plenty of time to touch you with your permission.

“Ah, I can leave then. Since I’m a weirdo and all-“

“NO!” You shouted, surprised by your own outburst as you clutched one of the fallen objects in your hand.

Surprise crossed over his face at your sudden shout and he put his hands up as he surrendered, “Alright alright. I won’t leave then, but you’re buying me dinner in exchange for being your guard dog for tonight.”

Tonight? Wait, was he suggesting… Oh, dear.

“I don’t know about that. Don’t you have plans or something? I already took up a lot of your time anyways,” you reasoned, even though a part of you was hoping he’d stay anyways, “I can just stay with a friend tonight or something…”

“Nah, I didn’t really have plans anyways. Plus, as I told you before. It’s my job to protect my little bunny. I don’t want you to get kidnapped or somethin’.”

“Ha. Ha. Real fucking funny. What do you want to eat? And don’t think I forgot about that shit you pulled yesterday, sleep with one eye open.”

What were the odds, you were going to have your bully stay the night with you? Alone.

Truth be told, he was still your bully. And there were times when he’d crossed the line but you quickly checked him and he backed off. You weren’t worried about him doing anything to you in the slightest because you could hold your own. And you’d rather deal with his snickering dumbassery than some stranger you didn’t know biting you in your sleep again.

…

“So, you’re telling me you have a younger brother? How come I’ve never met him?”

“Our parents seem to favor him and put him in different schools. Somethin' about me being bad for his reputation,” he answered with a shrug of his shoulders, twisting some Lo Mein noodles around his fork before shoving them into his mouth, “I got the short end of the stick so he could thrive. Not that I really give a shit about that, I don’t mind making sacrifices for him as long as he’s happy.”

You couldn’t help but coo at the man’s words, finding the comment to be quite cute and unlike him, “Ahh, I gotta meet this boy who’s got you talking like a softie. You must really love your brother, I had no idea you could be so gushy.”

He scoffed at your words and rolled his eyes, continuing to eat out of the take-out box before he set it down, only to snatch the box from your hands that you were eating out of.

“Stop hoggin’ all the beef, pig,” the pinket barked, shoveling some broccoli beef in his mouth.

“Hey! You fucking CUNT. I was still eating that,” you growled back at him and then snatched the box back from him mid-bite, “Don’t you dare touch another person’s meat while it’s in their mouth.”

“….”

“That’s what she said.”

“Choke.”

You’d ended up ordering some take-out, and Sukuna paid for it despite bitching and complaining about you buying him dinner. Somehow you’d ended up talking to him about the most random things which you didn’t mind. It steered your mind away from what had happened earlier and it may have only been a temporary distraction but you could take what you could get. The both of you had settled down on the floor in front of the couch, the coffee table sitting in front of you with an array of opened boxes of food.

“I don’t think I’m gonna sleep in my room tonight,” you muttered, thinking aloud as you placed the beefy box onto the table, reaching for something else to eat, “It’ll be better to just sleep in here after— well, that. Do you mind…?”

“Pfft. ‘Course not. Y’sure you still want me to stay though? I mean, since I’m still a “weirdo” and all.~”

“You’re still going on about that? Ugh, get over yourself. You should be honored that I even let you walk me home, dick sock,” you huffed, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Ah, you’re funny, my liege.”

“Liege?”

“Yeah. It’s the gender-neutral equivalent of “princess” or “prince.” Read a book. Anyways, since we’re sleeping together tonight I should remind you that you shouldn’t fall in love with me in case we cuddle.~”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. You and ME? CUDDLING? You’re out of your damn mind.”

Ah, you spoke too soon.

Let’s just say, even with the living room television on and having Sukuna sleep closer to the front door didn’t stop you from feeling a little anxious.

Begrudgingly you’d shuffled closer to the man who’d currently splayed himself out on top of the padding of blankets you two had made. With him laying out like a starfish you shuffled over to his side and hesitantly laid your head onto his bicep, feeling a little safer with the close proximity, laying on your side so that your back pressed against his.

You could hear his lips parting to say something but you quickly interrupt, “Don’t you even dare.”

In response, instead of words, he laughed, causing his torso to move around a little and you could feel the vibrations on your back which felt oddly… comforting.

After a bit more bickering and cleaning up your mess, as well as some furniture rearranging, you’d ended in your current position after a bit of a debate. He’d suggested that you leave the television on to distract you with noises but it somewhat did the opposite, leading to your “accidental” cuddling needs.

Your eyes soon closed as you tried to sleep, sighing as you tried to get comfortable.

“Why’s your stupid arm so hard?!” You hissed, sitting up so that you could flip yourself around and lay against his side, resting your face against his chest while you draped an arm over his mid-drift, grumbling about how this was a better position.

You had to admit, he had some pretty soft titties. Perfect pillows if you may, not that you’d admit that. You were glad that you’d convinced him to keep his shirt on otherwise he may have felt how hot your face had become from the contact. Such an intimate position to be in, but friends can cuddle. But then again, you weren't exactly the best of pals. Your relationship was starting to become more and more complicated with each day.

This new position seemed to do it for you considering that a few minutes later you ended up drifting off to sleep, snuggling in your bully’s side like he was a body pillow.

As you fell into a comfortable slumber, Sukuna exhaled and relaxed, carefully moving his arm so that it wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his body. He couldn’t be happier or even more ecstatic.

One thing he knew for sure was… he owed his old pal some lunch for his last-minute help.

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pinksweatergettingbetter · 8 years ago

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“he can read a trial’s karma and ultimate fate”

ok well now you’re going from poorly thought out mind games to absolute bullshit

what the fuck does that even mean??? what karma does a trial have?? with my understanding of karma, that means Sadmad literally goes “hm i feel like letting this kid off would please the universe, as she’s innocent. fuck, you win apollo.”

'What is THAT supposed to mean?’ -Apollo Justice 2028

I'm wheezing the second i got mad he said exactly what I'm thinking

“he can foresee how arguments will go and lead his opposition”

>leading the court is i l l e g a l

>foreseeing arguments is kind of what every prosecutor does only they set traps. this one actually just sounds like Edgeworth’s logic applied to future tense instead of past so i guess i’ll give it a grudging pass.

>but thats Edgeworth’s power and also LEADING THE COURT IS FUCKING ILLEGAL, NOT A SUPER POWER.

me: [fuming]

game: [reminds me that phoenix Believes In Apollo]

me: [relaxes SOMEwhat]

trucy: sounds like he's chanting a prayer

me: its funny because juxtaposition

I’m so fucking tired of Prosecutors being silent when the judge asks them if theyre ready

like jesus christ guys i know, we get it; youre too cool for school. just nod or some shit ok i wanna get on with my court case with a minimum of dick measuring

whats frustrating is that the nickname ‘last rights prosecutor’ is actually kind of heartwarming because it means that all Nahyuta wants to do is secure the true villain of the case to punish them, thereby putting the victim’s soul at rest

BUT considering the trainwreck of emotional depth that was DD he’s probably just going to be another shithead who assaults you and calls you a moron instead of actually listening

...his case info’s on a scroll. um. how delightfully foreign?

sadmad: why do you think she's innocent

apollo: um well i believe in her, also its too early for me to exactly give you direct proof and also and most importantly the point of this court is to give the defendant a Fair Trial so

sadmad: (does a Z move and performs an unfortunate bout of Voice Acting)

sadmad: sorry I'm probably going to make a lot of mistakes since i’m new here and my court system is really different

me: oh well he’s understanding and ready to learn, that’s coo

sadmad: lawyers are sinners and i shall cut them down with my holy wrath if they dare so much as do their job in this country

me: ...wow what was that five seconds?? he’s raring to get to those mistakes

judge: don’t threaten peoples’ lives

sadmad: its part of my CULTURE you fucking RACIST

judge: shit, please continue

sadmad you'd better get a fucktonne more likeable in the next three seconds or I'm condemning you to your shit hell myself.

ema: no stress no snacks

[enters court]

ema: all stress all snacks

:( poor ema

ema; i think trucy’s innocent

sadmad: you will be punished

ema: fuck ok nevermind I'm sorry

BOATLOAD OF CHARM, SADMAD, I SAID BOATLOAD OF CHARM, NOT ABUSING YOUR DETECTIVE

this motive is stupid and youre stupid but to be fair most proposed motives in ace attorney are stupid so i guess you get a pass. a very grudging pass.

wait no never mind

apollo: thats conjecture wheres your evidence

sadmad: a girl said it happened

apollo: well fuck

i just dont get it. when franziska is a dick she’s funny but when sadmad’s a dick he's just a dick and i want to throttle him with his pretentious braid

pls game you were going strong there; make sadmadhi funny and likeable in his dickishness (like the trilogy era guys, and sometimes Klavier) and not utterly insufferable

I'm willing to hear you out

nahyuta: I'm cutting your pay

[shrug] i guess when you run out of ideas you just recycle edgeworth?? cause he's popular right

as douchey as he is sadmad is right about telling ema not to choose a side. cmon ema, just trust that apollo will figure it out. and apollo, quit begging her to choose a side! sheesh i cant believe I'm agreeing with sadmad.

please sadmad i hate frozen stop referencing it

apollo thinks stag beetles are cool and thats adorable

oh hello Reunion and Turnabout, it’s been a while.

sadmad: Assault in the name of the Holy Mother is Legal and Allowed also allow me to talk AND TALK AND TALK AS IS THIS GAME’S WONT

“youre just a child” says the 25 year old. cram it, airy-fairy. besides, your shit princess is >14< and you let her dance around in a mini skirt and declare rulings. so double cram it.

“Ema, wait! I have to prove that I’m not a dick by quickly praising you so as to prove that I’m not a dick! Wait!! Seriously!! I HAVE TO BE LIKEABLE!!!”

again, i just dont get why its funny when Franziska whips Lotta Hart and annoying as fuck when Sadmad threatens Bonny with, um... rosary bondage i guess

tbf apollo is rly being aggressive on the WELL YOUU DONT THINK SHE DID IT, RIGHT??? i mean we all know she didnt but it’s your job to prove this, apollo, not coerce witnesses into siding with you. even phoenix wasn’t like that when he had to defend Maya or Maggey.

[wheezes]

sadmad: you lied to me

betty: lol so? dump me in hell idgaf

i like betty. she’s a dick to trucy and nobody touches my baby girl but still. love that defiance

both sisters are p sweet i gotta say.

sadmad: so, you think a girl killed a guy so she could get revenge on another girl because she loathed her? how stupid. you stupid red fire hydrant pissed upon by wicked dogs.

apollo: and you think that a magician faced with their secrets being revealed couldn’t, like, conjure up some duct tape? no? had to be death??

sadmad: ...;;;;;;;

did bonny just meep

“just be nice and quite like a good little bunny”

heehee typo

“I’ll yank your fucking hair out!”

“Whatever it’ll just grow back”

thats the best response ive ever heard (sobs)

good on ya polly

“showing up dead in the coffin was part of the prank”

um then if it was planned as such how is trucy responsible for this???

also shit guys i hope Take2 TV was willing to pay for the damage done by the falling set piece cause that shit splintered like crazy.

“But for some reason, he really DID turn up dead, so he kinda just stayed on the ground”

i know its inappropriate to laugh but I'm laughing so hard

sadmad quit calling down someone’s soul just to look cool; theyre trying to rest in peace

“she signed her name to the bottom of an incriminating note” yeah for really reals that sounds smrt

“the handwriting matches yours” ah yeah the signature but not the fucking note just by looking its not the same its typed

you people are such morons

#sulking over SOJ #ooc

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