#well. nothing i can do i guess nothing works. maybe it's just a problem w me 🤷🏼‍♀️

[akechi-stole-my-heart]

i was gonna share a specific song from my akechi playlist (duality by set it off) but then i decided fuck it. have my whole playlist. as a treat

[etheries1015]

I had sort of a crack idea of what would the non-human twst boys do if their crush or s/o was allergic to them? Savanaclaw and Octonivelle with like the fur allergy and seafood allergy. Maybe diasomnia’s s/o has some sort of fairy allergy? Sorry if this is too silly for you to write, it’s alright if you don’t 😭

I LOVE THIS BECAUSE I'VE HAD A SIMILAR THOUGHT i'm allergic to cats and i'm like...man what am I gonna do around Grim BUAHAHA...this is a great idea. Nothing is too silly to write my friend!

Non-human Twst boys reacting to a S/O who is allergic to them!

featuring: Savanaclaw and Octavinelle!

general warnings: gender neutral reader, not really proof read \

TW: None! just fluff. and allergies.

Leona

The first time you sneezed around him, they didn't know it was literally BECAUSE of him. This was until you two took a nap together for the first time, and when you woke up he saw your face...Oh, brother. Your eyes were puffy and red, congested, and your nose leaked like nobody's business. He genuinely felt bad about this, but wouldn't let you in on his true feelings/emotions. Without understanding the cause (though he had an inkling) he immediately took you to the doctor.

"They're allergic to me? What kind of shitty nonsense is that?!"

Leona invested in the most expensive of healthcare for you. Allergy pills and whatnot, because he wasn't about to sacrifice his lovely naps with his significant other. No amount of allergy is gonna stop him from getting what he wants, and that is your affection.

Ruggie

"Sooo...basically you're saying you're allergic to me? Cause' im part heyena?"

"It's a little more complicated than that. It's more like...animal dander? I guess?" You didn't seem to certain in your answer either, it was more or less a guess since...well, there wasn't half beast half human where you are from. You can only make an educated guess on why you're so allergic to him based off of the information you had back at home.

Ruggie is honestly so sad about this. He can't afford to get you any treatments or medical help with this, so you two just have to be careful. He does manage to get his hands on some special washing products (probably legally) and takes extra care of what he eats, and how clean he his. He's consistently brushing his hair and cleaning his ears.

"Man i'm such a simp. What's wrong with me?!" ...He isn't used to bending backward for people. But seeing you so sick around him, hurt him even more than his pride, so he of course would do anything to make sure you're as comfortable around him as possible. Ahh...the power of love <3

Jack

He gives me the "I must stay away from you for your own good," Type. Although this doesn't last very long. Jack is incredibly loyal, and he's far too attached to let you go. There's times where he would try and keep a distance (much to your annoyance), but when you began sneezing and itching your eyes you knew he was somewhere nearby. Jack is protective like that, but it pains his heart to see you so sick because of something he cannot control.

He does both a mix of what Ruggie and Leona does. He took up extra part-time jobs to afford good allergy medication for you, the entire works. Pills, eye drops, nasal sprays, breathing treatments...He also invests in high-quality shampoo and conditioner to help rid of his dander and hopefully reduce the amount of shedding he has.

With the amount of hair Jack has, he is CONSTANTLY brushing it and it is CONSTANTLY shedding. He does EVERYTHING under the sun to control this, all for you. Although... this is a partnership! You told him that a relationship goes two ways. You love him regardless of how itchy you may get, and you equally chip in to problem-solve.

You're both loyal to each other until the very end, no matter what trivial matters may get in your way <3

Azul

He knew before you two started dating that you had a severe allergy to seafood, so he made it a point to avoid you. But...that didn't stop YOU from coming to HIM. It was one of the things that drew him towards you, the way even though you were gaining a rash you would still wrap your arms around the back of him. Although it wasn't as bad in his human form, he was always terrified what would happen if he were to unleash his original form.

But worry not! We are talking about the literal king of potionology. He finds a remedy very quickly, and you trust him...a little too fast. He is astonished when he says;

"Take this...the second you drink this your allergies will be something of the past. But be warned-" You grabbed it out of his hand and chugged it. He stared at you with his jaw slacked open, his face turning a deep shade of hot red when you throw yourself onto Azul and place a big fat kiss against his cheek.

He imploded. But hey! his potion worked! He tried to get you to give him some sort of paypack, but you mentioned that your form of payment was in that kiss.

He now demands kisses every time he makes the potion for you <3 It's kind of a silent agreement. He just stares at you after you're done drinking it, and whenever you feign ignorance the point upon his lips is far too obvious.

Jade

The first time you broke out in hives, he remained completely calm. Jade is rather smart, and he understands your allergy must be because of his disposition as a mer-folk. Although in human form, he couldn't help but notice the way you would hide your rashes either behind makeup or by bulking clothing. He was amused by this for a moment, but when he saw it worsen he couldn't help but become worried.

"Why would you go so far for me? what do you gain by allowing yourself to become sick?" When you replied with a blush that you simply liked Jade, thus his shock soon turned into action. He excused himself for a few days to climb mountains and collect the most effective of flowers and medicinal remedies for allergies and put together a potion that you were able to take to alleviate your symptoms.

He isn't the vice house warden for nothing! His talents and magic prowess truly aided him, albeit in a way that was seemingly selfish. It was all worth it for you, though.

But he does use you as an example during a class project in potionology, having you stand up in front of the class while he compares your allergies before and after taking the potion.

He got a 100% in the project. And a Significant other. A win-win for everyone!

Floyd

Floyd is much smarter than he lets on. The moment he hugs you from behind and touches your arm, he notices the rash right away. He eyed it with a frown, and without saying anything he let go of you much to your dismay, leaving you to your lonesome for a few days on end.

You had to admit you missed Floyd, his silly jokes and way of talking, his unpredictable personality, and the attention he would often give y you. While sitting at the table during a free period, your head was propped up against your hand and a sad sigh escaping your lips.

"Ehhhh? Why is shrimpy sitting here all alone? Didya miss me?" A familiar voice teased as arms wrapped around you and something akin to a vegetable drink set in front of you. You gasped and smile up at the tall male, who wasn't wrapping his arms around you as you were used to, typically ignoring the itching of your rashes. He convinced you to drink what he sat in front of you, and although you eyed it with suspicion, you sighed and drank it in one gulp and tightly shut eyes.

Nothing happened. You turned to look over at Floyd, about to question the purpose of making you drink the (surprisingly tasty) smoothie-like liquid but were quickly interrupted by lips pressing against your own.

The kiss caught you off guard and you began to panic, talking about your allergy...before you realized that nothing was happening. No rash, no itchiness, nothing.

"Seeeee? It's a potion. I made Azul make it for me. Now I can touch you as much as I want," He smiled proudly. However he managed to convince Azul would forever be beyond you...

He forgets to give you the potion sometimes, only when you two are cuddling and a rash or itching pops up do the both of you realize it's time for a dose.

Ya'll are so silly for each other <3

[rekino2114]

Let's see~ Valentines prompt 6 with Danganropa girl Junko enoshima with a male reader~, I think this would work well since it's just unexpected for Junko to go this route of just not being upfront. So with she's confessed to being the secret admirer and have to reassure her future boyfriend that this I not a joke, prank or dare, she is 100% in love with them

Junko being your secret admirer

Pairing:junko enoshima x male reader

(Non despair au)

"Thank you for agreeing to help me kyoko"

"It's nothing, I wouldn't deserve my ultimate if I didn't use it to help people, especially my friends"

"It's still a big help"

Kyoko nodded and entered your dorm as soon as you let her in

"So what mystery would you like me to solve?"

"This"

You pointed to the giant stack of letters on your desk

"........I........see"

"This admirer has been leaving these letters in front of my dorm for like a week. They're really sweet, but since I don't know who sent them I can't go talk to them"

"I understand, so you want me to find out who sent them"

"If you can"

"Can I see them?"

"Sure I guess they're mine now anyway"

The detective hummed and went to the desk to pick up one of the letters and open it

"It's OK if you can't It's probably just a prank anyw-"

"It's junko"

".............what?"

"It's junko, she's the one who's been sending you the letters"

".......how did you figure it out that fast?"

"Do you know any other girl in our class who would leave a very visible mark of seemingly very expensive lipstick on the letter?"

"I mean it-"

"Or who sprinkles it with glitter"

"............."

"Or who writes with an impressively good calligraphy but for some reason still dots her Is with hearts"

"........now you make me feel dumb"

"Don't, I'm the ultimate detective for a reason"

"But still......are you sure? Junko's so popular and I'm........well I'm me, those letters feel so passionate, does she really feel something for me"

"From what I'm reading, there's no doubt, she definitely does, you don't just write something like this for a dare"

"That's what I think so too but....."

"Does that bother you?"

"No, the opposite, I kinda like junko too"

"Then go talk to her, if she likes you you get a valentine and maybe even a girlfriend, if she doesn't then you can just move on"

".........yeah I'll go, thanks"

"No problem, if you need me again, I'm always here"

You went outside of your dorm, still a bit nervous, and found junko talking with mukuro in the hallway, as soon as the fashionista spotted you a very slight blush appeared on her cheeks and she sent her sister away before turning to you with a wide smile

"Hey y/n, what's up? You wanna hang out? Cause I'm always up for that"

"I'll just cut to the chase, are you....my secret admirer?"

".....w-what?"

"Like the person who has been sending me the love letters"

"*sighs* I knew you'd figure it out eventually, yep its me, junko enoshima! Hope you liked the letters I used some of my best lipstick to mark them"

"Y-yeah I loved them, but did you really mean all that?"

"Duh! I wouldn't have written them otherwise"

"So it's not a prank or some sorr of dare-"

"Listen y/n if someone ever asked me to prank you, I'd prank them back 10 times as much just for saying that, I love love you, whooooole lot, so much that I can't even put it into words so I tried to write it down, and then I saw a romance movie where the girl left secret notes for the guy she liked and thought it was like super extra adorable, so I decided to do the same since we're even in the perfect period"

"W-wow so you really like me?"

"No I love you, I already said that"

"Sorry it's just a bit hard to believe"

"Why? You're super awesome and the most handsome guy ever in my opinion, so it's only right that the hottest girl ever should get to ask you out"

"W-wait you wanna ask me out?"

"Obviously, or like to be my valentine, but I always thought those things were pretty much the same"

"......w-wow thank you so much"

"It's nothing cutie~ so wanna be junko's super amazing valentine?"

"Yeah of course"

"Yaaas!!! Being valentines is like step one to becoming a couple, I gotta post about this, can we go somewhere tonight, I know a really cute place that's perfect for first dates and I also have this dress I've been waiting for a right moment to wear and I think this is it"

"Yeah definitely, see you tonight junko I can't wait, this is amazing, thank you so much"

"No thank you for accepting the letters my valentine and most definitely future boyfriend"

You giggled and went to your dorm again both to prepare and to look at the letters that your now valentine and most definitely future girlfriend gave you

[motthe]

hi! omg I read one of your lumens au fics ages ago and loved it! I didn't expect to randomly find your blog lol. may I request something for vi that's angsty? like maybe the reader (I'm fine w/ gender neutral or fem, whatever you want) thinks that vi doesn't like them back? or if you don't like that, just..anything fluff/angst would be amazing. thanks :) totally get if you don't feel like doing this one though.

im glad you enjoyed whichever lumen au you read!! and thx for requesting!!

“Pick someone else.”

Sheriff Caitlyn paused from reading over her paperwork, slowly lowering it to raise a sharp eyebrow at you.

“Care to repeat that, officer?”

You cleared your throat, folding your arms behind your back and righting your stance. “Apologies, ma’am. I only mean to say, this pairing wouldn’t benefit the problem at hand. It would be better if you chose someone else for my position.”

“Yours?” she asked, tone flat. “Not Violet’s?”

“She’s an excellent officer,” you said. “She’ll get the job done.”

“And why wouldn’t you?” Your head officer set the papers down, intertwining her hands over them as she put her full attention forward.

“Well, it’s just that…” you fumbled, face twisting as your eyes fled to the corner of the room. “No, I mean, I would do my best on this job as well, but, uh—”

“Speak plainly, please,” she sighed back to the Caitlyn you knew in training, cement posture crumbling as she hunched over her desk. “I don’t have the energy for your rambling.”

“Hey, now,” you mumbled.

“Sorry.” She brought a hand to her temple, rubbing. “Long day. Why won’t you work with her?”

“It’s not that I won’t—” She snapped your name, patience idling on the edge. “She hates me.”

Caitlyn’s nose wrinkled, slender eyes narrowing as she muttered, “What?”

“She hates me,” you repeated. “It wouldn’t be good to pair us up on this mission.”

“You just started working with our team. Why would she hate you?” You waved your arms around, showing you clearly didn’t have the clue she was looking or. “She doesn’t hate you.”

“She does.”

“She does not!”

You brought a finger up. “She won’t speak to me unless it’s to poke fun or correct something, when I tried to invite her to a group dinner she flat out refused, she never trains with me…” you listed off. “She wants nothing to do with me. Please don’t pair us up.”

“I don’t have any other choice,” Caitlyn stated. “You’re the only two that can get this done, so I suggest you have a talk before you set out and come to a compromise.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself as she stood, patting your shoulder with a gentle smile.

“I really don’t think she hates you.”

“Yeah? Why?” you scoffed.

Caitlyn shrugged. “I’ve seen her hate people. Most of them are either behind bars, on the run, or dead.”

“Guess I better start running,” you sighed, thanking her as she held her office door open. It was late and all the desk lights were off, leaving the bullpen eerily empty. “Night, Sheriff.”

“Talk to her,” she called in farewell, shutting the door behind you.

The walk home was filled with the usual hangouts. Local cafe that sold the best pastries, couple of shops you frequented, a plant place with a sweet, young owner, and on the corner the closest bar to the police office that also stood opposite of your apartment. The neon sign burned your eyes. With tonight being a new moon, it was lit up like a beacon amongst the dark windows and closed signs.

You figured a nightcap couldn’t hurt and old Roger might lend an ear to your woes as he always did for his regulars who knew how to tip.

Entering the establishment, you chuckled as a few whistled and waved. You nodded, heading to the bar where more than a few seats were left open.

“Slow night?” you called as Roger set a clean pint glass on the shelves behind him. He was big enough to be the bouncer when he needed one, all broad shoulders and brooding face. Even with the age in his face, he was a handsome man and no doubt someone you’d crush on if you weren’t caught up another broad shouldered, brooding face.

“Oi,” he groaned, rolling his eyes as he spotted you, “turn the fuck around. You’ll make it go by even slower.”

“Aw, missed you too, old man,” you crooned, hopping up on the stool.

Resting your head in your hand, you watched him pour your usual, setting in front of you with a grumble before turning back to his shelving. “Been good?”

“What’s on your mind?”

“Huh?”

He leveled you with a glare. “I know you. Nights you come in this late, you’re looking for a distraction or an ear and it’s usually the latter. So which is it?”

You sipped your drink, avoiding his gaze. “Can’t I just check in on my favorite bartender?”

He grabbed a wet glass from a sink near the back wall, turning to rest against the counter as he grabbed the rag at his waist and got to work. He stared as you dipped into you drink again, the quiet hubbub of the handful of people and record player filling the space.

You sighed, head dropping onto your arm. “Sheriff wants me teaming up for a job.”

“There it is,” he groused.

“This coworker hates me. I don’t know how I’m supposed to work with her.”

“Which one?”

You didn’t fault him for not remembering everyone. Most enforcers came here after their shift, but you’d also just moved from the other office across the city. It was heaven. You’d been fighting to change since you moved into that apartment a year ago, and with Caitlyn being head honcho here you wanted to work under her. You’d always respected her from your time together in school. She was the best of the best.

“It’s Violet,” you sighed. “Specialized peacekeeper with the Hextech Gauntlets.”

“Ah,” nodded Roger, “Pinky.”

You snorted. “I’m sure she’d hate that nickname.”

“Oh, she does,” he chuckled, “just like you do, Ramble.”

“Hey,” you muttered as he shrugged. “Anyway, I’m supposed to talk to her and ‘compromise.’ I’m not sure how to do that when I don’t even know why she hates me.”

“Then ask,” he said as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

“Wow, thanks. Great advice.”

“Whatever the reason, I’m sure she’ll get over it. I did.”

“Gods, you’re lucky I like the drinks,” you muttered, taking another sip. “And that its Wednesday.”

“It ain’t.”

“Huh?” you yawned.

“It ain’t Wednesday,” he said. “It’s Thursday, ya dolt.”

“What?” You looked for a calendar. “I swore it was…”

“Can tell by the regulars most of the time,” he shrugged, “you’re Wednesdays.”

“Yeah, figures,” you huffed, pushing your empty glass forward. “Whose Thursdays?”

Roger grabbed your glass and smirked, nodding to your right.

“Pinky.”

You went stock still as someone sat next you, lowering your eyes towards your lap as Roger placed the two glasses in front of you.

“On my tab, Roger,” came that familiar overtone as a tattooed arm reached out for the pint. “Thanks.”

Roger grunted, heading off somewhere further down the bar. You slowly brought your hands up to your drink, bringing it over to sip at gingerly.

“So,” Violet began, that damn smugness coming out that always did when she was about to poke fun, “I hate you?”

You took a big gulp and hummed as it went down a little too slowly. “Yeah,” you breathed, “thanks for clarifying.”

She blew out a breath, raising the glass to her lips. “I don’t hate you.”

“Sure feels like it.”

“Listen, it’s been, what, two weeks since you joined our team?” she questioned, shrugging. “I’m not used to you, and I’m not a big fan of change.”

You turned in your seat, finally meeting her eyes. “Doesn’t mean you can’t be a bit more welcoming. I’ve been trying to, you know, meet you halfway.”

“I know,” she sighed, focus switching between your gaze. You never realized how close these bar seats were to each other until now. “You just…”

“What?” you mumbled.

“You’re too nice,” she sighed, pulling back and resting on the counter.

You rolled your eyes. And we’re back to square one.

“You want me to be mean?”

“I don’t think you have it in you,” she chuckled.

“You haven’t seen me in action,” you argued. “There’s a reason I was moved to this team, you know.”

“Yeah. You and Cupcake are friends.”

You couldn’t help it. That first drink had settled into your empty stomach making everything loose. You snorted.

“Oh my god, you think I’m a nepotism baby?” You ran a hand over your face, shoulders shaking. “No wonder you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you!” she groaned, rolling her neck.

“Caitlyn and I met in training, but we went to different stations. She didn’t bring me here, I fought to be a part of this squad. Also wanted to work closer to home.”

Violet raised an eyebrow at you.

“I live across the street,” you said, nodding over your shoulder at the door. “That’s why I always beat everyone to the station.”

“Thought you were just an early bird,” she scoffed, leaning back and regarding you with a new look. “You and Caitlyn are old friends, though?”

“Yeah, but nowhere as close as you two have been.” You wiggled your brow at her as she scowled.

“That’s history.”

You pursed your lips, squinting.

“It’s history,” she repeated, leaning closer. Your heart skipped as she entered your space. “Which you’re about to be if you keep teasing.”

“You’ve been teasing me since day one. I think I deserve to make you sweat a bit,” you murmured, tilting your head. “Honestly, I wish you’d given me a chance. I respect the shit out of you, y’know?”

“How many times do I have to say it? I don’t hate you,” she laughed. “I’m just getting used to you, Sweets.”

“Cupcake, Sweets. You have a sugar addiction I should worry about?”

She hummed, eyes flickering down for the swiftest second before she leaned back. You took another sip of your drink, your heart in your throat making it hard to swallow.

“Guess we’ll see.”

You smiled, cheeks hot.

Guess we will.

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

id lovee to hear ur rankings of the comic book men from appearing to be the most normal to something is obviously wrong w them (if that makes sense... like,,,, who is and isnt an obv red flag)

ur writing keeps me fed :3

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐒…

!!! GN reader, manipulation, gaslighting, mentions of stalker-ish picture-taking, mentions of schizophrenia and anxiety, poor treatment of mental illness, mentions of violent behaviors, murderous Bucky Barnes, Tim Drake (he’s just a problem), mentions of suicidal tendencies, can be translated as platonic or romantic.

EAAAAATT!!!!! EEEEAAAAATTTT!!!!!!!!! EAT MY WRITING!!!! CONSUME IT!!!!!!!!!!!

Remember, this is from least to most, meaning we’ll talk about the seemingly well-adjusted folks first and gradually move up to the, “okay, what the fuck is wrong with him” peeps.

Wally West: The way he’s playing everyone like a fiddle is downright disrespectful. He’s filled to the brim with green flags, easily appearing as one of the safest guys on the planet. Even when you start to suspect something, you have to constantly second guess yourself, because come on… it’s Wally. What the fuck can he do wrong? Don’t even bother voicing any of your concerns. No one — and I mean no one — will believe you. Having problems with Wally West? The embodiment of a warm summer evening? Damn, that sounds like a you problem. Poor Wally, having to deal with a crazy weirdo.

Dick Grayson: He’s got an amazing personality and pretty privilege working for him. At this rate, the masses manipulate themselves. Only those who are extremely perceptive will pick up on the cold glint in his eyes, and even then, the mystique only adds to his charm. By the time you realize he’s been hiding a darker side, it’s too late. Everyone’s too captivated by how endearing Dick is to hear you out. Even those who know him personally — who know about his struggles and rough patches — think you’re full of shit. Dick’s an emotionally mature man, so why don’t you just talk it out with him?

Steve Rogers: This is a bit unfair, considering the leverage he’s granted as Captain America, but hey… work what you got. While it may seem obvious to you that he’s way too overbearing and protective, good luck trying to get other people on your side. Everyone else thinks it’s a part of his 40s charm. Social norms were just different back then; why can’t you be more appreciative of his old-fashioned care? Besides, you’re probably overreacting. Is it really that bad? Steve is the leader of the Avengers, so maybe you’re just taking his authoritative demeanor the wrong way.

Clark Kent: I’m gonna be so for real, any man from a fuckass state like Kansas is going to come with some personality quirks. People will probably give him the benefit of the doubt by default. Just a farm boy trying to navigate the big city and can’t even hurt a fly. Sure, he can be odd at times, but nothing makes him an inherently bad guy. This is the same man that helps old people cross the street, for god’s sake! He most definitely means well, it’s just a matter of setting boundaries with him. What’s the worst he can do?

Remy LeBeau: Despite what differing opinions may say about The Gambit, Remy seems like he’s got his head on his shoulders. His “red flags” are more on the blurry side. Do you count excessive flirting as a red flag? What about hiding behind charisma and a fake ego instead of going to therapy? Some people may say yes, others no. But in terms of glaring red flags, Remy’s relatively clean. We’ve all got our issues, no? Being a thief doesn’t make you a psycho. That being said, due to Remy’s shifty past, people may be more inclined to listen should you ever express that something’s wrong.

Peter Parker: Honestly… he’s a bit of a weirdo. Nothing obvious at first, but the longer you know him, the more behaviors you may pick up on that make you go, “oh… well… that’s weird”. Take his Polaroid obsession, for example. He’s got at least one photo in every jacket pocket, dozens in his wallet, and a fuck ton in his desk. Poor guy accidentally spilled them all over the ground once, which naturally sparked rumors. But Peter’s a sweetheart. Clingy, but still a sweetheart. Maybe he’s just a little messed up due to everything he’s lost in his life.

Bruce Wayne: Okay. Red flags in the playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne? Absolutely unheard of. He’s an absolute angel. According to all of the stan accounts out there, he could do nothing wrong. But red flags in the real Bruce Wayne? Where do we even begin. Distrusting as fuck, paranoid, argumentative, the occasional fit of violence, a known manipulator and liar… want me to keep going, because I can. It’s very hard to rank Bruce due to the ginormous contrast between general public opinion and those who actually know him, so he goes smack in the middle. Billionaire Bruce Wayne would never be a horrible person to you, but the real Bruce Wayne 100% would.

Jaime Reyes: Because of how mental illness is stigmatized, Jaime’s unfortunately labeled to be dangerous. But it’s not really his fault. That damn scarab has him muttering to himself like a crackhead, and naturally assumptions will be made. When actually given a chance, people will learn that Jaime’s a nice kid. He just probably struggles with schizophrenia or really bad anxiety. Yes, his paranoia can get bad, but again; mental illness. He’s never proven himself to a threat, despite what others may think. He just needs help (but there’s no way to combat the manipulation of Khaji Da. Jaime lost that battle the moment he became Blue Beetle).

Hal Jordan: Oh, yeah. He’s got red flags alright. But they’re mostly normal ones, like his ego and horrendous stubborn streak. Lots of guys out there are like that, and are they considered freaks? No. Well, not all of them. However, it is a bit concerning that he’s willing to throw hands at the drop of a hat. Bro’s one major freak out away from catching assault charges like they’re Pokémon. But if it’s any consolation, it should be noted that he hasn’t gotten into major legal trouble. On Earth. Yet. Some call him rough around the edges, others call him a severely troubled individual. Either way, he definitely needs to seek professional help.

Scott Summers: MAJOR red flags. He’s an overbearing control freak that really needs to work on his… well… his everything. Emotional intelligence, temper, daddy issues… yeah, no. He’s an amazing leader, but probably someone you should steer clear from otherwise. Most wouldn’t be surprised if you two were having issues. It’s not like he wears all of his problems on his sleeve; the iceberg goes much deeper than that. Though he sure as hell doesn’t present himself as a well-adjusted member of society. Proceed at your own risk. Don’t say you weren’t warned, because you probably were.

Bucky Barnes: This is the opposite of Captain America’s case. His reputation as the Winter Soldier kind of skews the perception of him to be a walking red flag. And you know, he really is. Bucky is extremely dangerous. Down to snap necks anytime, anywhere, no amount of charm or endearing quirks will make people feel fully safe around him. His history of violence did not stop post-brainwashing. And it’s not like he’s hiding it, either. There’s this crazed gleam in his eyes that just screams “fuck around and find out,” no matter what his mood is. Who in their right mind would involve themself with THE Winter Soldier?! Yeah, no shit you’re having issues with him. He is an issue.

Tim Drake: Bro is the epitome of “you’re scaring the hoes.” He could be walking down the street — face neutral, hands in his pockets — and total strangers will get the sense that something is deeply wrong with him. The aura around him exudes the reddest of flags. Yes, his face and intelligence are attractive, but even those who have fallen for his pretty boy swag can’t help but sigh dreamily and think, “he really needs to be institutionalized.” Disturbing humor. Creepy staring. Mood swings. Suicidal tendencies. Sadomasochism to the max. The list goes on and on and on. If Dead Dove: Do Not Eat was a person, it’d be him. What were you expecting? It’s Tim fucking Drake.

[pastel-peach-writes]

Caitvi x reader who just goes along with things and doesn't state their opinion or how they feel,but they do get quiet or tense when they're uncomfortable or pick their nails. But if your alright with angst maybe they get overwhelmed or hurt or both,but still refuse,so they force it out of them,and they're hurt like "why didn't you tell us?.." or something,it's comfort.if it's a little to dark I'll ask something else😭 sorry if it is

Hi! It's not too dark at all. To let it be known, I'm fine with writing angst! If you're curious about how much is too much, you can simply message me! I hope y'all enjoy the fic.

"You Can Tell Us." | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: In the household where you grew up, expressing your opinion wasn't tolerated. Hell, expressing your emotions wasn't tolerated either. To keep the peace, you learned to not say anything in stressful situations, even if that means sacrificing your well-being.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Yelling, Co-Workers Being Assholes, Name Calling, Hurt/Comfort(?), Pet Names, Cursing, Not Proofread

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

A/N: I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU ASKED FOR. THIS KINDA GOT AWAY FROM ME LMAO

Your whole life you were the person who kept the peace. You were someone who bit their tongue to avoid getting yelled at or offered solutions to problems that had nothing to do with you. If there was a solution to a problem or a way to avoid conflict, you were the person who chose those options.

So, why did this have to happen to you?

At your place of work, you were minding your business. You finished some paperwork earlier than planned and decided to take an early break. Then, four of your team members rushed into the break room.

"Do you think you can sit here and have us do all the work?" "You have some nerve making us look like the bad guys." "You're a lazy piece of shit. I don't know how you even made it this far."

The words pierced your skin and heart like darts to a board. You didn't dare to say anything back. Stunned in the moment, you took a sip of your water. Your eyes focused on the plain wall behind your teammates.

"And look, now they're spacing out like we're not even here," a co-worker buzzed. He scoffed. He leaned down in front of you and waved his hand in your face. "Hello? Anyone home?"

When he didn't get a response, he knocked on your skull.

You gave them nothing. Tears stung in your eyes.

"Wow, shocker! No one's home," he laughed. The rest of the team followed. Fulfilled, the man hummed. "Guess that's what happens when you hire an airhead who's probably having relations with the boss." the man put his hand on the table, cornering you in.

Your eyes remained on the wall. You weren't having an affair with the boss, but you didn't feel the need to say anything.

He shifted himself into your eyesight. A sinister smirk tugged on the corner of his lips. He took the tip of his finger and tipped the bottom of your cup. The cup fell over, the clear liquid soaking through your shirt and lap.

The laughter roared.

"Oops!" he feigned a gasp. He pulled away from you, his hand on his chest. "Guess you should've been more careful. It's okay," the man gave a fake smile, "holding cups is hard."

A cackle ripped through him as he leaned his head back. He shoved his hands in his pockets then turned around and left. The others flocked after him like ducklings to a parent.

Hot tears ran down your cheeks when they were out of sight. You forced yourself out of your chair and dragged your feet towards the paper towels.

Sobs scratched your throat at your pathetic attempt to dry your shirt. You were drenched through and it was cold out. Only six more hours left.

-

Home and on the couch, you stared at the wall to calm yourself down. With your nervous system still on the rocks, chews on your lips and nails, and an unfocused gaze, the attempt was a failure.

"Vi, that was completely inappropriate and not needed!" Caitlyn scolded as the two of them walked into the house. In the right mindset, you would greet them and ask how their day was, but because of today's earlier events, you didn't hear them come in.

"Oh, come on, Cupcake," Vi spoke. A chuckle followed her sentence. "All I did was curse him out a little and threaten him." the pinkette threw off her boots. Caitlyn carefully slipped her feet out of her own. "Don't act like you didn't like it," her tone was sing-songy.

The bluenette's cheeks were dusted pink. She put her hands on her hips, watching Vi's smirk grow as they kept eye contact. "I-It... It was fine, but it wasn't needed."

"Come on!" Vi threw her hands up. She hopped and spun on the balls of her feet as she entered the living room. "Muffin," Vi gave you a playful pout. She sat beside you on the couch, her arm resting on your shoulder. She gave you her signature puppy eyes. "Am I the bad guy for telling one of Caitlyn's employees to get their shit together or else their job is on the line?"

"That is not what you said," Caitlyn rebutted. She found her place on your other side.

Vi hummed, shrugging. "So, maybe I paraphrased a lil'. What's the harm?"

"The harm is you're trying to sweeten up your side of the story to be more appealing," Caitlyn narrowed her eyes toward Vi. Vi only grinned in response.

Vi put her gaze back on you. "Is it workin', Muffin?"

You're far gone. You haven't moved and the chewing on your nails got worse. You haven't blinked in so long, your eyes were producing tears to regain moisture.

"Muffin?" Vi leaned closer to your face. The tears now slid down your cheeks and your chest heaved up and down. Vi glanced to Caitlyn who was already scanning you to see if there was something physically wrong.

When she couldn't find anything, Caitlyn shook her head to reassure Vi of your physical safety.

Nothing was wrong physically which meant something emotionally or mentally was bothering you. Vi frowned. She placed a hand on your shoulder. "Muffin. Hey." Her voice was clear and firm. She was sure her voice had no hint of sadness to not push you over the edge. However, if you looked into her eyes, you would find them glassy with dilated pupils.

Caitlyn's eyes were similar. Her blue irises darkened in concern, fear, and anxiety; all the words she could use to describe how disheveled she was feeling.

Not seeing you move, Vi shook your shoulder. "Muffin. Snap out of it. What's going on?"

Caitlyn brought a hand to your thigh. She gave your thigh a gentle squeeze.

With another squeeze to your thigh from Caitlyn and a squeeze on your shoulder from Vi, you finally blinked. The moisture in your eyes made a reappearance. You looked between the two of them, pulling your nail out of your mouth. "Huh?"

"You've been staring at the wall. Cait and I came home a while ago and you haven't said a word," Vi whispered. Her grip on your shoulder turned into comforting rubs.

"Oh, I'm fine," you force a smile. Caitlyn deadpanned. She pulled her gaze to Vi who wore the same unphased face.

"You're not fine. It's okay to not be fine, dear," Caitlyn stroked your thigh. Her eyes were filled with sadness, the same with Vi's grey eyes.

"I promise, I'm fine."

"Bullshit!" scoffed Vi.

"Violet."

"No, they're not fine. That's obvious!" Vi removed her hand from your shoulder. Instead, she got up from the couch to resume her sentence. "I should've known you weren't okay. You didn't do that cute greeting of yours when your face lights up and you squeeze us like you haven't seen us in years."

You shifted in your seat, a frog in your throat. Tears well up in your eyes again, but this time, these tears are from sadness. You scratched your palm with your nails.

Caitlyn sighed. "I, too, should've noticed the change in your behavior. I guess we were too wrapped up in our own drama to notice," Caitlyn took a glimpse of Vi's expression.

Her eyebrows were furrowed, the skin between them creased. She'd squeeze her hands into fists and then let go repeatedly as a fidget.

Caitlyn took Vi's anger as a sign she should resume speaking. "We're not trying to force you into telling us, but if you're not okay, you can. We're here to comfort you, be your rock when you can't be your own." Caitlyn shuffled to squat in front of you. She doesn't force you to look at her, but you can see her worried eyes in your peripheral vision.

"Being with the two of you taught me it's okay to depend on others," Caitlyn admitted. "I want to be the person who can have anything under control and can come off as collected, but keeping all my frustrations inside or innermost thoughts can be challenging."

Vi calmed herself down enough to sit on the floor. She rested her head on your knee and put a hand on Caitlyn's leg.

Gaining comfortability, you slid down the couch. You sat between them with your back resting on the couch's edge. Vi's head repositioned itself to your shoulder and Caitlyn's moved to your other knee.

With her sitting adjustment, Caitlyn continued. "I don't want you to feel like you have to be the strong one. I don't want you to feel like you can't be vulnerable with us or even disagree with us."

"Yeah, Muffin," Vi's voice broke as she spoke. "Disagree or angry, we're going to love you the same. Confrontation comes with life." Vi dragged her hand down her face. "It's shit sometimes, but you gotta work your way through it, yanno?"

A heavy sigh escaped your body. You threw your head back onto the cushions and covered your face. You sobbed behind your hands. Your heart sank; your chest tightened. That frog in your throat grew into a toad. You babbled about this morning's events and how helpless you felt.

Anyone who wasn't familiar with you wouldn't be able to decipher what you muttered behind your hands. Luckily for you, your girlfriends know you inside and out. Even if it takes them a bit to notice when something's off.

The two of them pulled you in a tight embrace. They didn't speak or make efforts to shush you as you spilled your guts to them. Vi made a conscious decision not to let her anger get the best of her.

Although, those guys had no clue what was in store for them tomorrow morning.

Caitlyn also thought about making a visit to the office, but to complain to HR about the events. Not to find the culprits and make them pay. She was sure Vi had that handled. (Caitlyn would also have to handle her later.)

When your sobs calmed and your breathing evened, Vi spoke first. "They're a couple of dicks."

Caitlyn didn't feel the need to scold her.

"They should know how to treat a human being. Guess you can't do that when you're a shitty human, huh?" Vi chuckled to lighten the mood, but there was no joy behind her laugh. Only pure rage. "I'll fuck them up for you, don't worry." Vi placed a tender kiss on the side of your head. "I'll run you a bath, mkay? You should wash the day off of you."

"What about you and Cait's argument or whatever?" You peeled your head off the cushion to look at them. Everything was blurry behind your tears, but you could make out their frames and silhouettes. "Don't you need help?"

"Taking care of you is much more important than some silly fight," Caitlyn whispered. She smoothed the area on top of your head. Her delicate fingers brushed against your ear lobe as she brought them down. Her polished fingernails carefully traced the outside of your lobe. "Vi and I are big girls. I'm sure we can figure it out."

Vi grinned. "Hey, what fight?" she winked at the both of you.

A sad chuckle left your body. For a moment, relief washed over you. Once your chuckle finished though, the heaviness came back.

"Hey," Caitlyn's hand ran down your cheek. She wiped your tears with her thumb, Vi copied. "How about we get food from your favorite restaurant? I can go pick it up while Vi prepares your bath."

"I think that's a great idea," Vi used the back of her hand to soothe the skin on your cheek. "What do you think? Does that sound good, Muffin?"

You gave them a meek shrug.

"That looks like a maybe." Caitlyn giggled. "What if I add in dessert? would it be a yes then?"

"Oh, Muffin, say yes! Say yes! She's offering dessert!" Vi grabbed onto your arm. She shook you like a kid begging their parent for ice cream.

A genuine laugh came from your throat. Finally, all the pain is released from you. You don't know what made it leave. Maybe the sound of dessert or Vi's childlike begging. Or maybe it was the fact that Caitlyn and Vi cared for you enough to sit down and work through whatever problem you were facing.

For the first time in your life, you felt safe. Truly safe. You felt as if you could freely speak your mind without the underlying fear of rejection. You could say what you want.

"Okay," you gave the both of them a slight smile. "I think that sounds nice."

"Oh, yes! I love you, I love you, I love you!" Vi wrapped her arms around your body and pulled you on top of her. She gave you a bone-crushing squeeze.

"Vi!" you laughed.

Caitlyn laughed as well. She stood up and went to put her shoes and coat on. "Don't hurt them, Vi."

"Could never, Cupcake," Vi said from under you. "Now, hurry on and fetch us our dinner, woman! Mama's hungry."

Caitlyn scoffed, smiling. "Mama? Woman? Who are you talking to right now?"

"Oop," you muttered, grinning at Vi. "You're in trouble," you taunted in a whisper.

Vi playfully narrowed her eyes at you. She glanced at Caitlyn with an innocent and playful grin. "The tallest, cutest Cupcake in the world?"

"Right," Caitlyn dragged out the word. She opened the door. "I'll be back soon. You two stay out of trouble." and with another laugh, Caitlyn left the house.

Vi hummed. "I think she secretly liked being called 'Mama'."

You perked a brow. "Sure, she did, babe... Can we go draw my bath now?"

"Can I join you?"

WC: 2,285

[ishiniku]

Well dang, chapter 126 is... something, who could have guessed. sighs 

But I decided as my first post here to just give some opinion on this chapter, wanting to point some things I really got interested.

CHAPTER 126 SPOILERS + some thoughts on it as bonus

Well, thanks for the help unknown-cat, btw what do you mean "And I know what that feels like?" —It sounded so..."I've been through something similar, so I understand how she feels"...— I think we still have a lot to discover about what happened in this timeline.  

And wow, we found out how Sandclock works and it rules: 

You can't just say you're back from the future, and I believe you probably can't say anything related to the Sandclock, or perhaps nothing from the future too. Damn this thing is pulling the wool over your eyes Yashiro. 

You can come back as many time as you wish, but when you come back you only have one chance to change it, because you won't be able to come back again at that moment. You have a short time to change what you want, that is, until the last sand falls. 

Btw, hourglass is such a... Grrrrrr please Aidairo give me a human materialized form of the it to me so I can draw it getting beat up. Nothing good comes out with using it, the hourglass always makes you WANT to change the past, and when you think you got what you wanted, something terrible happens. 

Well it's like it says Nene,

"Again and again.''

Baby Tsukasa jumpscare for y'all...  gurl got possessed, i did know the moment he popped in my screen that Yashiro was doomed.

THIS IS SO SAD MAN. One of their mothers called in their phone...Who would be? I hope it's Kou's mother hah... And it could this be important? I don't know, I think it's more to emphasize that they are human, they have family, they have their own life, they have people caring about them...How nice...They died btw!! 😋 

Imagine your best friend dedicating her last moments trying to help you get out of your trance and giving you a warm, caring, tight hug as a goodbye? Wow Aoinene angst is so tasty!! Aida&iro why you two so good at creating doomed narratives?????

Nene smile at least now your body count is 5!! Please get the joke. (Not that I think you killed 5 people this easily with this little knife, not that I doubt the capabilities of possession, but like... Two normal people, one clockeepers and two exorcists? hardcore, I know octopusamane helped you.) 

..Entity... Good job at being disgusting, this is something this thing doesn't fail at all. (btw where is the trigger warning in this chapter Aida...)/srs

She came back to 103rd anniversary of Kamome Gakuen? She said she panicked, I believe this has led her to a completely random time, or maybe there is something important on this date...

YEAH HELP HER DAMN IT, ITS YOUR FAULT. It's shocking the world, it's heartbreaking, Akane is still alive. 

sorry, I promise I love him, I just have a slight hate-love relationship w/ all the characters of TBHK, frantic coughing  

Now why is Akane here? He is clearly very calm in the situation, "I finally found you" He knew this would happen, I imagine the other Akanes who died are from the their own timelines, but this one... Where is him from? "Our" timeline (can we pretty please call Hanako timeline as "Our") or the original timeline?! Don't know HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. But he was clearly saw the changes Yashiro tried to do, since he was looking for her, but probably when he was finally close to finding her, she used the hourglass. 

This chapter and the next ones to follow literally will give a BIG change/grow in Nene character and probably her relationships too, think about how traumatizing this experience was guys...I'm literally not complaining, just sad.

Plus, they are giving a lot of weight to the entity of the redhouse, the root of the problem; Of course, Tsukasa w/ entity was somehow violent, but this?!?? Guys?... This just proves the fact that Tsukasa somehow stabilized him by idk merging his soul with the monster??? How? Why? How many control does Tsukasa or the Entity has, its 50% or perhaps Tsukasa has more control? We still have many things to be answered. (Honestly I like the theory that Tsukasa merged with the Pit God by eating it, I just don't know how to explain how this would work.) 

One of the bloodiest chapters so far,I wonder if ever we're getting some chapter w/ more gore than this. And honestly Aida&Iro exceeded my expectations. 1000000000000/10. my reaction to the chapter is this image below.

[starfxkrinc]

rainy: jj maybank x courtney (kitten!reader)

based on this

hey, it's me can you call me when you get this? just answer your phone, damn.

maybe it's not a good idea to listen to your ex girlfriends voicemail on a loop. especially when you have a new one. but jj guesses that's the novelty in it. who else but courtney still leaves voicemails? same reason why she got an old flip phone. she was just sentimental like that, even if she wouldn't admit it, a sort of romantic in her own way.

thats probably why he never washed her lipstick off that one shirt, cause she used to to wipe her mouth clean after blowing him, and if he closes his eyes he can still taste the cinnamon gum and the wax from when he kissed her after.

this is bad. she broke up with him, it's over, he's got a new girlfriend. one of his best friends is now his girlfriend and he's never felt more awkward in his fucking life. like he's 14 again about to bust his shit trying to impress a girl with a skateboard trick. like he did with courtney, cause she had been skating for 4 years by then and jj had to be an asshole and say he was better than her.

dear fucking god.

hey, it's me again. not tryna insist but...hope you get this.

jj doesn't even know what his problem is, they havent been together for a year and a half now, but it still felt raw. the soft purr of her voice echoed in his room, he had stuck himself in here, citing a headache but that was only half the truth. kie had walked past, and he could smell cinnamon gum, and for a second he thought it was her. there was a lot of guilt in that. there was more guilt in the fact that he was disappointed it wasn't.

"you need to get your shit together man." he dug his palms into his eyes, trying his best to let the rain outside soothe him. but it wasn't working.

courtney loved gloomy weather, she was the most upbeat when it was overcast and humid, gave her an excuse to sit around naked as she smoked, painted her nails, whatever.

kie hates it, says it freaks her out and it made jj want to lock her outside until she made peace with it.

for all intents and purposes the breakup was amicable, jj did nothing wrong, she didn't hate him, just wanted time to herself. she'd always been a solitary person, jj just wished she'd be solitary with him too.

heyyy not at the phone right now or i just don't wanna talk leave a message byeeeee

why would he call. it's not like he can't he's called her for favors here and there but there was something sour in this one. maybe she knew. maybe she could sense the rain making him nostalgic and spared him the humiliation of an awkward conversation--

she's calling back. of all things jj expected her to do, call back was not one of them.

"why hello jesse james what can i do for ya." there faint screams of some horror movie played in the background. she's fired her dvd player up, no doubt cuddled with her cat as she relaxes, "hellooooo blockhead what the hell do ya want!"

jj feels his migraine creeping away at the sound of her husky drawl, and there's that feeling again. of being 14 and nervous because he didn't plan that far.

"what'd i say bout sayin my legal name like that."

she snorts, "you really want me to tell you what you said?"

"nah guess not." they both laugh and the sound of her voice makes him get up and pace.

"seriously jj what's up, it's a bit rainy for a dangerous mission aint it?"

she sounds so fucking casual, like jjs heart isnt beating so fast he has to push his palm against it to make sure it stays in his chest.

"yeah....just uh. wondering what you're up to."

there's a pause, and he winces. that was fucking stupid.

"iiii dunno jj. what's your girlfriend up to."

low blow, and well deserved.

"shit if i know. if i wanted to know i woulda called her." he leaves out the part about her being just outside the door.

courtney lets out a little noise of acknowledgment, but she doesn't say anything else. she's good at that, backing him up into a corner and forcing the truth out of with without a word.

this is really stupid. this is really dangerous, he does it anyways, " missed talkin to you."

"we talk all the time." there's no indication of what she's feeling or thinking in her tone, just a flat statement.

"miss seein you."

"w'see each other all the time."

fuck it, "let me come over." the silence stretches longer this time, and jj realizes hes been in here a while, and kie's probably gonna check in soon, "please?"

he hears her nails drumming and he can imagine her, leaned back against the headboard with her arm slung across it. nails freshly painted, full brown lips twisted into a slight snarl as she thinks.

"i'll leave the door unlocked." click.

no sooner does she hang up that jj rushes-she's always been impatient, and he doesn't know if she'll change her mind. so he shoves on his shoes and a hat as he climbs through his bay window, ducking to avoid kie's gaze from the living room.

the rain has slowed but provides cover as he pulls out his bike.

when kie finally goes into his room, she's met with an open window.

[harunayuuka2060]

Grim: Housewarden! Housewarden! We've received a letter! Mryah!

MC: Ah~ It's finally here~.

Ramshackle students: Is that the invitation? *all of them looks excited*

MC: Yes~. All of you will be attending, right~?

Grim and their students: Yeah!!!

MC: *giggles*

Jamil: Let's see... We're asked not to bring anything.

Jamil: ...

Jamil: Kalim, you have to return those.

Kalim: Aww... *has already packed some presents to bring to the party*

Kalim: Can't I at least bring an accessory to give to their sister?

Jamil: We need to respect what's written in this invitation.

Jamil: Though I wonder if they could provide everything for the guests. They've invited all the student body, including the teachers.

Kalim: Oh, I think it won't be a problem.

Jamil: ...

Jamil: I've heard that MC-senpai's family is rich. But how rich exactly?

Kalim: Hmm... Ah! You add my family's richness and Malleus's! That's how rich they are!

Jamil: ...

Jamil: WHAT?!

Ruggie: Wha- L-Look at this, Leona! Expensive clothes and- GOLD!

Leona: Ugh... Keep your voice down, will you?

Ruggie: And it's for keeps... *squeals*

Ruggie: Hey, Leona! Do you think I can work for their family instead?

Leona: They only hire dead people.

Ruggie: Who told you?

Leona: Just a guess.

Epel: Wow... I feel so poor.

Vil: *choosing an appropriate jewelry for him* Do not think about it too much, Epel.

Epel: But... What if we're meeting royalties?

Vil: If we do, haven't I already taught you some table manners? *frowning at him*

Epel: Now I don't want to go...

Rook: Roi du Poison! Monsieur Cherry Apple! *barges into the room, wearing a princess dress*

Epel and Vil: ...

Vil: What the hell, Rook?

Sebek: YOU LOOK DASHING, MY LIEGE!

Silver: I agree with Sebek. MC chose the perfect outfit for you.

Lilia: Though, you look more like a groom in that, Malleus.

Malleus: You think so? Hmm...

Malleus: Maybe because of this veil-

MC: Eh~ You look pretty in that~. I'm surprised~.

Malleus: What do you mean by that? *frowns at the comment*

MC: *who appeared out of nowhere* Nothing~. By the way, I came here to pick you up~. Are you ready~?

Malleus: Huh? But isn't the party next week?

MC: I have a surprise for you, so you have to go with me now~.

Malleus: ...

Sebek: If you're taking Waka-sama, you have to let us accompany him!

MC: Eh~ That won't do~. *smiles* You'll see him at the party anyway~.

Malleus: Well then.

Sebek: W-Waka-sama?

Malleus: It's alright, Sebek.

Lilia: ...

Lilia: Try not to sign anything while you're there.

Malleus: I know that, Lilia.

MC: Hm~? I won't be forcing you into a marriage, you know~? If that's what you two are implying~.

Lilia and Malleus: ...

Malleus: Well, you-

MC: Your grandma will~.

Malleus: ...

MC: *giggles*

Malleus: *frowns, not liking their joke*

[the-s1lly-corner]

E X C w/ Hoodie (fluff alphabet)

something something "ive most definitely did these prompts with him or some other crp character but the posts are so old i may as well give them the good ol rewrite treatment" prompts: emotion, cuddling, xray notes: gn reader, mostly focused on hoodie, written on computer, short and sweet, hoodie does not speak he signs and writes instead cws: none

CUDDLING

likes physical touch with you, and he tries to steal a feel whenever he can. a kiss, or side hug, even sometimes just brushing up against you as he passes by just to snatch some of your warmth for a second or two. sometimes he can be subtle. sometimes not so much

so its no shocker that he likes holding you in bed when he gets the chance to wind down in an actual bed and have you close. its too often these days that he has to stay up on his feet all night working.. its nice having you here...

he smells like the forest and dirt. kind of sweaty, too. his hoodie kind of needs a wash... maybe you can convince him to let you wash it... likes being big spoon. either cradles you in his arms or has you laid across his chest

EMOTION

he doesnt show much emotion. his mask covers his face nearly constantly- all the time actually. you barely ever get to see it and youre his partner! his body language also doesnt give off much. if youre lucky you might see some tenseness in his stance as he goes about his day but thats the most you usually get

so naturally youre the more openly emotional one. theres nothing wrong with that and he doesnt make you feel bad for showing off how youre feeling. if anything it makes things easier for him...

he likes to think you express enough for the both of you. you do more than enough for two people!

XRAY

hes actually really really good at reading you. maybe he cant read you like an open book but hes able to get a decent idea of how youre feeling by spending a minute or two observing you... but whats got you upset, though... thats a whole other problem for him to try to work out

good thing he has a tendency to outright ask you whats going on, he doesnt like playing guessing games especially when it comes to you- so expect him to get your attention soon

and he does do what he reasonably can to make things better. even if its not instant

[redhoodinternaldialectical]

Thoughts on Jason Todd’s choice of weaponry?

:D an ask! Yay!

Oooh, lets see, I'll start with the crowbars because I appear to be like one of three people on the entire planet who actually likes them.

They're a tacky as fuck riff on the fact that Jason's death is central to his character. They overemphasize the manner in which he died, muddy the waters about what part of his death is important to him, and strangely cheapens the manner in which he died through the parody feel of it.

No one seems to really disagree with my analysis here, but I happen to enjoy that about them and think it's very on brand for Jason. What can I say? They're fun!

Best Quality - His Wiggles

This ultra-sharp curved blade used to be his signature character design feature, the way the white streak in his hair is now, and I'm really not sure why it didn't stick!

Best weapon he's ever had, bring it back please!!!!!

The All-Blades

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...

I have mixed feelings about the All-Blades. Like much of Lobdell's work: phenomenal idea, poor execution. Giving the guy who is most known for being morally grey a set of powers that is exclusively based on moral absolutes sucks shit, I gotta be honest, and the trick he pulled on the blood blade was cool but ultimately does nothing to solve those problems.

HOWEVER

I want to love them so fucking badly. A set of glowy soul blades is a dope sicknasty off the chain concept and I wish the well wasn't poisoned with the moral implications and the restrictions to use them only on the "Untitled", a set of enemies that only exist for Jason so far as I can tell. If someone seriously took Jason down a magic based path that removed the DnD alignment chart bullshit, I would be so game to see them come back! Hell I wouldn't even insist on a better cooler design for them!

...though uh, yeah those are the least interesting magic sword designs I've ever seen tbh

Normal Ass Swords

They're alright I guess. Like, there's nothing in it really, but it's not bad?

Guns - Real Bullets

Excellent, evocative yet simple, straightforwards and to the point. It makes hella sense thematically to boot, love this for him, please give him back his pistols and miniguns and shit

Guns - Rubber Bullets

Hate. HATE. hate ick disgusting bad NO.

I just fucking hate rubber bullets, like, as a concept. I refuse to accept "non-lethal" bullets as a valid use of gun, either in real life or in fiction. Guns are for putting many holes in things very fast!!!! If you're gonna use a gun, fucking well own up to that!!! Do not play this silly ass game of pretending that you can change out the material and do the same things as with lead bullets but with the video game status effect of "non-lethal" applied. YOU ARE GIVING PEOPLE SMALL CIRCULAR BRUISES. This is still harmful, yes, ooph ouchie, but it is not even slightly a good use of a gun, you are wasting holster space, and carry weight, and the physical materials used to make it all!!

JUST USE A FUCKING STICK! YOU DON'T RUN OUT OF STICK AMMO!

My belief in his capacity to take out enemies is shattered the instant those fuckers are on panel. Maybe this ain't entirely rational, or realistic to how fights go with rubber bullets IRL, but I hate them so much on principle that I will ignore any counterargument you might have that they'd work. I will die on this hill. Rubber bullets BAD. Please stop making him use this!!

Bombs

Love it, give him more bombs forever

ka-BOOM!!!!

His Brain

This is actually his best weapon - sorry wiggly knife, you're being shunted down to number 2 on a last minute technicality! I think Jason is at his best when he's outsmarting people and making long term fucked up schemes to ruin people's lives.

He's so good at it! It's so fun to watch him do it!

Genuinely a shame that this facet of him was mostly lost after Flashpoint, though to give credit where it is due, in Rebirth Jason did ruin the Penguin's life in an impressively elaborate way, which I did really enjoy. I want to see him be a tactical deliberate menace to one person in specific again idk, that's part of why I do kinda agree that he works better as an antagonist than a protagonist - which it should be noted does not mean I think he works better as a villain necessarily, his ethics aren't what matter here - he's just had his best moments as the schemer, and it's hard to have a protagonist schemer even when you make them ethically the good guy.

I hope you enjoyed my nattering on about Jason's weapons :D thank ye again for ask!

[medig]

A Tale of Woe, Ep. 32: The New New Girl

(previous episodes)

"Claire.. tell me how you got here, you don't seem.. like someone who should be locked up in a mental hospital"

["sorry ma'am, just doing my job, the handcuffs are for your own protection.."]

"It's a funny story, Beth. About 6 months ago I checked the wrong box on some health insurance forms I was filling out for work. In the mental health section, I clicked something by accident, answered ‘yes’ to a question I should have answered ‘no’. I changed it back, but it was too late, someone had already seen it. The next day when I was sitting at my desk my boss came over with some cops and EMTs and told me I had to go with them right away, the next thing you know they put me in an ambulance and whisked me over here, and I've been here ever since. Do you remember anything yet, about how you got here?"

"Sort of. Stuff is coming back slowly. The last thing I remember, I was at my friend's party. I don't remember past a certain point in the night. Next thing I know I wake up here, and nobody will tell me anything. I can only guess I drank too much and went 'crazy' and someone called 9-1-1, and they came and got me and brought me here, just like you. But I don't remember doing or saying anything to make people think I was insane. I don't even think I was that drunk, I don't even feel very hungover."

"Nobody here cares if you're sane Beth. And nobody here wants to cure you, if there was anything wrong with you. They'll make you worse if they can. I wasn't crazy when I came here, but I might be now! These people want to keep you here, for as long as they can, because it's fun for them, you're just a toy here for them to mess with..."

"Oh God Claire I want to go home! How can I get out of here?"

"If I knew the answer to that I wouldn't be here either. All I can say is, don't trust any of the people who work here. Especially Dr. [Redacted]! I swear if that man was not a doctor he'd be a serial killer."

"You're scaring me more and more. So what do they do at this 'hospital', what are the treatments like?"

"Well, you already saw what group therapy is like here - you’re supposed to talk about your problems but you're not allowed to say anything bad about this place which is the problem. Then there's the drugs. Lots of drugs. Mostly unrelated to whatever mental illness you’re supposed to have. Finally there's what my friend Mystique said would called Desensitization if they did it right, except they do it really really wrong "

"W-what is that?"

"Well, do you have any fears? Phobias? Things that make you squirm? They're going to figure them out, or make a good guess, and then do whatever it is to you, supposedly until you get used to it."

"Can I ask... what is your.. thing?"

"Well, uh.. It's kinda hard to talk about, it's so.. well nothing dangerous, it's just so humiliating.. the only person I talk to about it is Mystique"

"Oh please tell me!"

[".. think warm thoughts, Claire, this thermometer is mighty cold.."]

"They take my temperature, with that kind of thermometer. You know, the kind that goes in back there. Way more often than could possibly be neccessary. And all my drugs all go in that way. Suppositories, like people give babies. I'm not even allowed to have pills! I don't even know what medications I'm on. For all I know it's all placebos, and the way they give it to me is the whole point. And they monitor how often I go to the bathroom, and if I don't go enough... oh God.. the enemas ..ugh.. <sound of trying not to throw up> and the whole time I swear they make a point of talking about it, because that that makes it that much more embarrassing.. like they think it's fun.."

"Oh that sounds horrible.. Is.. Is that what they're gonna do to me?"

"Maybe. Ive heard if they can’t think of anything they start out with little bit of my kind of treatment until they come up with something. Most patients 'graduate' up to something else pretty soon, but they're sticking with it for me because I 'love' it so much <shudder>. Are they letting you wear panties by any chance?"

"No! No bra, no panties, this gown is open in the back. Been like this since I got here."

"Yeah there's a pretty good chance I'm right about what they're planning to start with'"

"<whimper> I'm doomed.. "

"Oh I’m so sorry to have to tell you all this.. we'll do what we can for you, Myst and me. She's been here over a year and knows way more about this place, she even fooled them into wasting their time doing things that don't really bother her. I wish Mystique was here right now. I wonder where she is.."

[dawn-moths]

Hi!!! Just came across your blog from the tea prompt for Dabi and Shigaraki, and was hoping I could humbly request earl grey tea and coffee for Dabi? Entirely up to you and at your leisure, of course!! ^w^

hiii!! once again, i have no problem doing both :)

tw: possessiveness, mentions of 18+ content but nothing too explicit.

♡dabi♡

earl grey tea: how do they court their s/o?

The way Dabi asks you out is both unexpected and abrupt, as well as a long time coming. What started as a casual one night stand hookup turned into running into each other by chance a week or so later, both of you on your way to get coffee and deciding to tag along to the shop you frequent together, after which you exchanged contact info. You don’t expect him to text you right away, if at all, but you wouldn’t mind reaching out the next time you found yourself feeling a little bored. Much to your surprise, however, Dabi does text you first.

What are you doing later, his speech bubble reads, plain and simple.

Not much, you reply. What about you?

He’s pretty to the point when he tells you he wants to hook up with you again, and since he was so good the first time, you figure why not.

After that night, you find yourself growing attached, thinking about him when he’s not around, wondering if maybe he’s thinking about you too. Several hook ups, casual coffee dates, and text conversations later, you’re curled up to his side watching some movie neither of you are particularly invested in.

“Hey…” you begin, afraid to have the conversation that’s been on your mind for a couple weeks now. “I think we should stop doing this.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, “this movie isn’t even that good anyway…” He gives you a look that you know only ever leads to one thing, all that cerulean swimming with lust.

“No,” you clarify, putting a little distance between you and him as you sit up and settle yourself on the couch across from him. “I mean us— you and me— this. I think we should stop seeing each other.”

All that lazy charm he usually carries so well suddenly drops, flickering into fear and confusion for a moment while his mouth hangs open with words he’s not yet sure he’s ready to say.

In his moment of pause you keep talking, telling him in the most unattached, nonchalant way you can that you don’t think you and him are on the same page, that, at this rate, you’re just going to get hurt, having developed stronger feelings for him than you ever intended.

You just never could’ve guessed that he was also currently facing the same predicament.

“I haven’t been seeing anyone else,” he admits, much to your surprise. You almost don’t believe him, but there’s something in his eyes, something about the way he says it that makes you think maybe he’s telling the truth. “Not since the coffee shop. I haven’t seen anyone else but you…”

And it’s never asked or stated explicitly— that you’re his girlfriend, that he’s your boyfriend— but from then on there seems to be way less guessing on your part whether he actually likes you for more than the amazing sex you two have.

You two start learning more personal things about each other, find you have more in common than you originally thought, and find comfort in the fact that, for once, everything seems to be working out for the best.

coffee: do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?

Oh I just think Dabi is the king of jealousy. Although, like with most things, he’s pretty good at masking that emotion under a veil of indifference if other people are around. However, the moment he’s got you alone again, he’s shoving you up against the wall and kissing you until you’re breathless, until your head is spinning and only filled of thoughts of him, him, him.

“Who do you belong to?” he growls, gravely tone laced with something dangerous, something desperate. When you hesitate, staring into his eyes, still trying to recover from that unexpected whirlwind of a kiss, he repeats, more urgent this time, “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Dabi…” you say, slowly reaching up to cup his scarred face in your delicate little hands. “It’s always been you.”

It’s a barely detectable sound, the way his next breath catches in his throat as your words— your promise— registers to him, but then, once he catches himself slipping into something too vulnerable for him to bear, he’s leading you to your shared bed by the hand and pinning you down on it before long, making sure his kisses cover every inch of your body, branding you in bruises from his lips, the indent of his teeth, anything he can to make sure that he’s left his mark and claimed what’s his.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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[aileuromania]

Navigating the health system here is so annoying. Everything so far has been free, yes, but doctors are scarce, and that means that if you manage to snag yourself a personal physician you do everything you can to not get thrown off their books.

My doctor is nice. Not as good as the one I originally had, but he left private practice and my current doctor took over. I only have tiny quibbles about my doctor.

No.

It’s the reception staff at her clinic that I have the problems with. Talk about gate keepers.

Expect swearing as I vent my mind below.

I have never encountered a less empathetic, uncaring, condescending pack of crones and hags in my life.

It is almost impossible to call and make an appointment in the first place. Their hours are more restrictive than my hair scrunchies, and became more so during COVID.

You cannot leave a message for anything except cancelling an appointment.

But they can call at any time - usually right before their lunch break so you can’t call them back should you happen to miss their call - and want you to call them back ASAP. Which of course you can’t do because of said lunch break, and they often don’t answer phones in the afternoon.

Oh, and if this happens on a Thursday you’re SOL, as they don’t answer phones again until Monday, which they won’t if it happens to be a public holiday. If you’ve been awaiting results, you can imagine how this might set you up for an excellently fraught and anxious weekend, right?

If you do pick up in time, they only give you half the information they’re supposed to. This last point is what’s prompted this post.

Today I had my “monthly” doctor’s appointment. I put that in quotation marks as it had been extended to two months at this point. I’ve seen my haematologist more frequently at this juncture. I knew I’d been scheduled for a PAP test tomorrow as well, but today was my regular follow up, so I hauled myself out of bed and went.

So I get there and input my healthcare number into the kiosk. No appointment found, please see front desk. Wha-? So I approach the smug receptionist behind the punchproof glass.

“Hi, my name is [Aileuromania], I have an appointment today but the kiosk is saying I don’t.” Not the best opening sally, I know, but I just wanted to be … well, not at the doctors.

“Doctor’s name?” came the utterly bland reply. I gave it, and she taps the screen. “It’s tomorrow.”

“No, my PAP test is tomorrow, but today I was to come in for my follow up.”

She taps her screen again.

“We called you on December 8th and told you today was cancelled and moved to tomorrow.”

“No, you told me that the PAP test was tomorrow, nothing about cancelling today. Today was my follow up.”

Tap tap tap.

“We don’t do that here. The test and the follow up are all on one day. We told you that on December 8th.”

Pro tip: they did not. I always mark changes like that immediately in my calendar and tell my husband because they’ve done this to me before, and I loathe getting details wrong. I hate feeling stupid, and boy howdy was I feeling stupid.

By now she was condescending and superior, confident that everything noted in her stupid computer was set in stone as Absolute Gospel Truth and I was just some idiot, possibly brain damaged menopausal, maybe even demented dickhead that had no idea of what she was saying. I mean, on my last visit I asked for a memory test, so I must have a problem, right?

Yeah - my problem was dealing with them and them making me second and third guessing myself. Writing everything down at the time I’m being told it has fixed that. I think I need to start recording these damned calls.

I’ve worked as a receptionist, I know just how easy it is to write that everything was said and passed along when it really wasn’t.

I was so angry when I left that place.

I’ve had the worst news of my life in the last month. I have to go back to this same bloody place tomorrow and have my least favourite medical test done - at least with a colonoscopy you’re knocked out for it. With PAP tests it’s nothing, not even any local numbing, just grip the bed whilst they rip a bit of you out. Then the next day I see my haematologist for the results of my bone marrow biopsy.

And these bitches harp at me for “forgetting” something I wasn’t told. I hope they end up in a similar position just to feel the same vulnerability as I am in.

[pommunist]

(Désolée pour le pavé, j'avais plus de choses à dire que je pensais)

I mean, I understand that the long anon wants to trust Q and the QSMP, because I truly think that we ALL want it to get better.

But I think our vision for "making things right" is just different.

Anon seems mostly focused on the people who are still in the project and how they're changing it for the better (i assume, for future employees) , while we tend to focus on the people who were kicked out and were never contacted again.

Us pointing out that the ex admins have been ghosted for 2 months is not "detail chasing" or "talking about past mistreatment" It's literally ongoing. And it is still mistreatment.

Maybe not everyone sees it that way, I guess. I'm sure some people think they're being impatient, or they don't deserve to be talked to because they're not in the project anymore, or even consider the ex employees newfound "fame" to be at their advantage, somehow. But even so, it doesn't change the fact that none of the whistle-blowers have seen any steps taken to compensate them, or even hear them, for the months of free labor and abuse. At least, as of now.

After all, the only promise Quackity made is that he'll make things right for the people working in Qstudio in the future. So far, he said nothing about the ex employees except vagueposting about "people who want to destroy the project".

We're allowed to be skeptic and even critical about how this is all handled. And we're allowed to express said skepticism online, where we can interact with others about it. Just like anon is allowed to express their support and trust in QStudio.

The problem comes, as usual, from parasocials of all extremes sending hate to everyone involved. And I do agree that this whole thing being public is mostly to blame for that.

I do think it's too bad that it didn't happen privately, but now, it's out, and the silver lining is that it allowed other ex employees to make their mistreatment heard without feeling like they're insane for it. After all, it's been months, and only now do we hear anything. It shows that the mental pressure to "dont talk to any of your colleagues and lay low or else" really stopped people from facing their abuse with the gravity it deserved.

And honestly, seeing how they're handling it rn, I doubt that Qstudio would have taken the right steps if it had been done 100% privately.

Like, maybe we're missing some legal context here, but why did Qstudio not explicitly ask for the ex-employees' testimonies yet? Even now, with a literal union repeatedly advising them to do so, they're not doing it.

They could make a separate email adress, share it privately to all ex employees and let them send their testimonies there. They dont have to acknowledge everything immediately. They dont have to say "we will solve this in one week". But ghosting such a large chunk of the people who made your project work and only allowing them to either completely shut up or go public is... a choice. So yeah, maybe going public was necessary for them to be heard. Idk. I'm just hoping things will get better soon on that front.

Agree with everything here so not much to add except maybe :

Really I think a lot of people are looking at it like : it’s okay things will be better starting now ! While forgetting that everything that happened before still need to be adresses and solved. Not even an opinion, as this can very well be a legal matter and a serious one at that. Can’t just go "oops sorry you guys were mistreated…Anyway we’ll move on without you towards better things" that’s not how it works 😵‍💫

And for the "it should have happened privately" argument I can’t anymore because yes, ideally this is how it would have gone down. But that’s not how it went, let’s move on and more importantly let’s not blame people who talked about it, as they would have been within their right to do so even if it was done with the primary intent to expose everything. Also "it should’ve blablabla" well Qstudios should have gotten their shit together from day one and yet ! What ifs will get us nowhere.

(Et t’inquiète pour le pavé, on a vu pire ici 😭)

[yurayura-kurage]

A3! Troupe Event: MY WORST WEDDING | Event Story Translation (5/11)

Neither Japanese nor English is my first language so please forgive me if I made mistake. However, feel free to point me out, I’d love to hear your feedbacks on the translation ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Translation under the cut

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Azami: Hmm–, well this isn’t bad either but… I’d like to give a more dignified impression of a former soldier.

Juza: Should I gain more muscles?

Azami: That’s okay, but I want to do something about the hair makeup plan too.

Juza: Omi-san will have his side hair shaved right.

Azami: Yes. Juza-san’s Grayson has a scar on his eyebrow, do you want to have an updo hairstyle with your bangs slicked back like Omi-san?

Juza: Sounds good. It also suits Grayson’s image.

Azami: Then, we’ll go with this hairstyle… 

Juza: What are you planning to do with your own hair makeup? Are you gonna dye your hair blonde?

Azami: I’ll never have my hair matched with Sakyo’s.

Juza: …That’s right, speaking of Sakyo-san, I heard his sister came to our dorm.

Azami: Your brother also asked me the same thing.

Juza: Kumon was surprised about how rare it was for Sakyo-san’s sister to come to the dorm. 

Azami: So that’s it. It seems that she came to consult about Sakyo’s mother.

Juza: Sakyo-san’s mother you say–– Did something happen to her?

Azami: No, it’s not something bad–. Sakyo’s sister wants to have a wedding photoshoot for her parents on their upcoming wedding anniversary.

And she wants her mother to wear a wedding dress, but her mother didn’t want to. That’s why she came to ask Sakyo to help persuade her, but Sakyo refused.

Juza: I see…

Azami: By the way, Sakyo’s mother is a fan of yours right?

Juza: Aah, she’s been taking care of me a lot. 

She gives me presents during the run of Autumn Troupe’s performances, so I always contact her to say thanks every time she does that.

Azami: You even know her contact info.

Juza: Sometimes before the performance starts, she sends me a support message and asks how Sakyo-san’s been doing recently.

Since it’s that person, Sakyo-san doesn’t contact her by himself too frequently. And it seems that the old lady also doesn’t often contact him directly. They’re just like mother like son.

Azami: I see.

Juza: While caring about each other, they don't seem to be some busybodies that can interfere so much with each other’s lives. 

About the wedding anniversary celebration too, it must be difficult for Sakyo-san since it’s not something he’s good at.

Azami: …

Juza: It’s just, I don’t know a first thing ‘bout wedding but it seems to be a memorable event.

My mother often talks a lot about wedding, too. We also have photos decorated in our house.

Azami: ...I also heard from my mom before she passed away, that she wanted to wear a wedding dress. In my parents’ wedding ceremony, she wore an all-white kimono to match with my father.

If possible, I think she wanted to wear one before she breathed her last breath. Sakyo’s mother and mine are somehow similar.

Juza: I see…

Azami: Sakyo’s mother said that she didn’t want to wear a dress because she wouldn’t look good in it now, but I don’t really think so. 

When I talked to Yuki-san about this, he said age didn’t matter. I think makeup can solve that problem.

Well, nothing, neither Sakyo nor his sister asked me to be all fussed over and act like this tho… Maybe even Sakyo’s mother doesn’t have that much fondness for a dress to begin with…

Juza: …Shall we go and meet her.

Azami: Eh?

Juza: I want to meet her in person and show my gratitude too. Then why don’t you ask her what she really means?

There might be some true feelings she can’t tell her son and daughter, I guess.

Azami: Well… It’s true that such things can also happen. That reminds me, there is something I want to say thanks to her, too.

Juza: If so, I’ll contact her then.

*At the living room*

Omi: I’m home.

Sakyo: Welcome home. You’re late today.

Omi: Sorry, my work took longer than expected– I’m in charge of dinner for tonight, so please wait a bit.

Sakyo: Then I’ll lend you a hand.

Omi: Thank you!

*Shifts to kitchen*

Sakyo: Did you have another shooting work today?

Omi: Yes. It was a pre-wedding photoshoot taken in the park.

I was so excited to take a miraculous photo that I ran to the local shop on the street to buy white sheets in replace of the reflector boards… 

I was dripping in sweat.

Sakyo: That was tough, wasn't that.

Omi: But it’s great to keep an once in a lifetime moment like that. I think it’d be nice to take my job seriously for that moment.

Sakyo: …You, did you hear something from the Director or Bon? 

Omi: Eh? What do you mean by that…

Sakyo: No, nothing.

(Even if it’s a once in a lifetime commemoration, it’d be meaningless if she didn’t want to…)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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