#writing this was silly and fun ;v;’

[candycryptids]

😇- What's their best trait?

👿- What's their worst trait?

for Tuesday and Chuu

“Miss Chuu’s best trait? Mmm… You said this is an interview for your retelling of the Warriors of Light and their journey, right? I’d say it’s her unshakeable resolve. She decides she’s going to do something, and she doesn’t give up until it’s done. Ah… I’m not allowed to speak more on Miss Chuu without her presence, my apologies, mister Levraut.”

“You broke into my house,”

“Your lovely wife let me in actually,”

“To wake me up from my nap and interrogate me on my assistant,”

“Interview, Mademoiselle, not interrogate. Though I am sorry for waking you, your eyes were open so I assumed-”

“Ah-ta-ta. You wanted to know Two’s best trait right? Adaptability. Any environment, any obstacle… he’s got brains enough to figure the way through most anything. And failing that? He knows a top notch engineer in Magitek to kit him with the right tools to overcome his few shortcomings. Hey wait did you fucking call me a mad gazelle, you lop-eared scab?!”

“Thank you for your time, both of you. I have just one more question before I consider this interview complete and I let you both go back to your.. erm, busy schedules. What would you say is each others weakest trait?”

“I knew it! This IS an interrogation! Two, don’t-”

“Ah, that would be Miss Chuu’s paranoia, mister Levraut. Most of her other traits net positive gain,”

“Watch your mouth, Two.”

“That is.. ah, her paranoid trait has served to pull her out of many situations she would have landed in had they not afforded her foresight and caution to approach most situations.”

“Two’s worst trait is how I just can’t seem to keep mad at him when he finds and exploits loopholes in whatever rules I’ve set for him. And last week I asked him to bring me lunch, and he was nowhere to be seen for nearly six bells.”

“… Miss Chuu, if I may, you were in Azys La, and you called me via Linkpearl to bring you specifically egg sandwiches from the Bismark, even utilizing the Aethernet it takes time… and when I arrived at your last marked location you were nowhere to be found.”

[Duo Oc Ask Meme !]

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

to prove i have, in fact, been thinking abt (it was, in reality, not fine), here's a doodle abt Reader experiencing a real, actual Thought for the first time in like five years

(no this isnt the canon version of what happens im sorry y'all still gotta wait for that to happen in th fic lol)

(also their brain is the dvd logo hitting the corner of th screen in the first doodles. its hard to tell ik im sorry sdkjfhsjdfhs)

[lightbulb-warning]

i used to freehand comics all the time as a child and since the part i liked was the drawing part i would just draw panel after panel because i didn't want to stop drawing to think about icky icky words, plus the story TOTALLY still made perfect sense! to me! and noone else, but 'whoooo caaaaares omgggg its not like comics and sequantial art are a communicative meeediummmm lmaoooooo'. i spent my entire childhood telling myself stuff like "oh pfft I know this story by heart- ill SIMPLY remember the dialogue and write it later" ...and. I can't help but admire baby maiora's (call that a minora ba tm tsk) fucking audacity? hubris? confident wrongness? kid couldn't even remember to finish the comics in the first place? INCREDIBLE levels of unearned self assurance, wish that were me, genuinely- what an icon!!! anyway i think i have forever cursed myself

[queen-scribbles]

Potato Soup & Other Delicacies

First BG3 fic, let's gooo! \o/ ~1k, Tala and Gale talking about food, bc what better way to make friends? ---

"Turmeric? Really?!"

Tala laughed at the disbelieving tone. "That's what I said! But Lila was so insistent" --a small huff as she settled the lean-to frame together-- "I gave it a try, and damned if it wasn't delicious, even as the last thing you'd expect-"

"In a dessert," Gale finished with her, skepticism still plain on his face. He fussed with his own tent a moment longer. "I will admit, the thought wouldn't have occurred to me."

"Something about the way it interacts with the other flavors," she said, lashing the lean-to securely. The weather was pleasant; this would serve for tonight. "The earthiness enhances them, I suppose."

"No, I know how turmeric works," he said, settling his pack in his tent and kneeling to dig through the communal supplies for dinner ingredients. "I'd think it would be overpowering to everything else in a dish as small as a pie."

"I'm not saying chuck in a handful of it, Gale," Tala chuckled. She dipped her head toward the foodstuff he was gathering in silent inquiry if he wanted help, moved to do so when he nodded. "It's a tiny little pinch added to the filling before you even mix in the fruit."

"Next time I've the opportunity to make that particular pie, I'll give it a chance. Always good to be a bit adventurous, ey?"

"Almost always, at least." She glanced over at Wyll and Bottlen, still nursing some bruises from testing that adage earlier, then down at the growing pile of tubers between them. "What are we making for dinner?"

"Potato soup." Gale passed her a knife. "We have an abundance of the hearty fellows, and some are not much longer for the world. So rather than them go to waste, we have soup. Despite lacking some of the herbs I prefer to include, it will still be a filling--hopefully delicious--meal."

"I'm sure, all your cooking's been delicious so far." Tala hefted one of the larger potatoes, though in her hand it looked rather average. "Skin off or on after we wash them?"

"On, of course." He plunged several of the potatoes into the bucket of water someone had left while they were preoccupied discussing desserts. "Adds flavor."

"Oh, I'm of the same mind," she grinned following suit with the rest of the potatoes. "But I know some who peel them so it looks nicer, or they don't care for the texture. I didn't want to get halfway through cutting one up and find it should've been peeled first."

"A valid concern with all the cooking methods out there. Smart to check." Gale piled the clean potatoes on the rock between them. "D'you mind terribly if I work on the base while you cut these?" He swiveled one hand in a gesture at their companions. "We've a lot of mouths to feed, and some are less... patient about it than others."

Tala snickered. Is this where I make a joke about Halsin being a bear when he's hungry? "Not at all. Potato dicing happens to be my specialty."

That startled a laugh from Gale as he rummaged for other ingredients. "Do tell."

"Fastest and best at the orphanage," she said. She dragged over a smaller stewpot and set to work as she talked. "We took turn with the chores; rotating assignments by dormitories. Kitchen duty was always my favorite." Even if it had occasionally meant being pelted with eggshells or potato peels alongside muttered comments about her heritage. "The cook saw me watching him prep dinner and asked if I'd like to help so I could learn. No one else liked all the chopping so they let me have it whenever it was our turn there."

"And a chef was born?" Gale asked dryly, starting the base ingredients at a simmer.

"Hardly," Tala snorted. The potatoes were half-done, pile dwindling under her skilled hands even while she spoke. "I was in my teens before the cook took me as a more permanent helper, seeing as I enjoyed it so much, and even then... cooking for an orphanage and temple is usually simple fare that's easy to make in bulk. Potato soup, venison stew, roast boar on occasion. My travels haven't afforded much chance to learn fancier or more specialized dishes."

It was only sort-of untrue; the couple times she'd tried to get work at a tavern, they'd wanted her as muscle, not cook. She hadn't wanted to mire herself down for that.

Gale was watching her like he heard the part she hadn't explained. (Thanks to the tadpoles, maybe he had. She kept forgetting about the squirmy little buggers.) "Well, lucky for you," he began, giving the soup base a stir as the simmering picked up, "I happen to have a vast repertoire of recipes, and I'm more than happy to impart my wisdom to a willing mind."

"That part I knew," she teased. With the potatoes all cut, she hefted the stewpot. "And I would love to learn any you care to pass along." A pause. "Soon as we have a better selection of ingredients."

"Oh, pish." He stepped back to let her add the potatoes to the main pot. "There's at least four things I can show you with what we have."

"Alright, now I'm intrigued." She set the pot down and wiped her hand on her trousers. "Considering we didn't even have everything for the soup tonight."

"Adding a couple more herbs if I had my druthers is not to say our stocks are severely lacking," He waved away her droll words with a smile. "I'll show you tomorrow. Do you enjoy roast duck?"

"Who doesn't?" Tala rejoined, propping her chin on her palm to watch him with her job done.

"I knew there was a reason I got along with you." Gale's smile widened. "I'll show you how to prepare one that puts Audrine's to shame."

"Never eaten there, so I'll take your word both that it's an impressive feat and that you can do it."

"No?" He cocked his head. "But I thought you said you passed through..."

"Like most... upper-crust establishments, they weren't overly enthused about serving someone like me," she said with a shrug and sardonic--tusky--grin. "By which, of course, I mean a dusty, travel-stained cleric with more enthusiasm than coin."

Gale's brows twitched briefly toward furrowing before he--as she hoped--let it lie. "Well, you won't need to after I confer this knowledge upon you. For now, however, could you fetch some parsley, please?"

"Of course." Tala swiveled to root through pockets for the herb, tone completely innocent as she added, "Would you like some turmeric as well?"

"Very funny," he drawled. "And no, thank you. Just the parsley."

She handed it over and settled back in to resume watching. "What other sorts of things do you know how to make?"

Gale chuckled. "Do you want them alphabetically or categorized by course?"

Oh, that was promising. Tala grinned. "Surprise me."

[presdestigatto]

the contrast between lance/seb’s and sebchal’s social media pr videos always gets me because charles is constantly looking at sebastian like he’s the second coming of christ, meanwhile lance has the biggest “peacefully minding my own business” aura i’ve ever seen

[little-de-vil]

GOOD MORNING THIS JUST HIT ME AND I’M GOING TO CRY WRITING IT AND YOU SHOULD TOO! (or: Dance in Snowfall)

(I really should be answering my owns asks, but ehhh I’ll get to that later) Inspired by this post by @moreespressoformydepresso (amazing post!!!) (thanks @maidstew for reblogging that because now I have this), just 66 years later [because to me, the main timeline of Snowfall is at the start of the 74th Tour, but then again, this story is not linear by any means]. Actually, this segment is 34 years later after the 10th, at the Victory Tour party at the president's mansion, on the eve of Harvest, celebrating the first Cutter Victor of the Hunger Games, the 44th Victor.

The song I reference is from this post, and here are the lyrics and writing breakdown.

Ashlar Hawk Vance Sophro hates Capitol music. It's too high, too bright, too unnatural, manufactured. And the dances are even worse. Stiff and stilted and spinning with the only focal point being your partner who moves at the same snail pace as all the rest.

"But at least your partner is pretty to look at," he thinks as he steps on her foot again. Pretty and kind, because she just keeps laughing every time, taking one more step to force him upright, to keep slowly spinning with her, to not let go.

But he does the next time she smiles, for she's a great actress, but if he can't believe it then there's no point to keep trying. He hates himself for being here. He's being celebrated for the worst thing he's ever done, for now being rich and famous and loved by rich and famous people but all he can think of is how badly he wants to be home. He'll be back back tomorrow for the Harvest but that's not same because he'll be on that stage, being cheered at. He won't have the luxury of being with his people, just the hewers, the layers, the miners. It's a very different pressure to look good in front of your whole district versus your mountain folk.

How he wishes he could just run from this crowd of slowly spinning mannequins and dance in front of the stone pillar, singing a song only sung once year. And he can't even sing it now. And he knows his family is singing it now, all of Pike at the foot of the mountain, singing and spinning themselves sick, stones pressed to their foreheads, stones jumping from couple to couple. Oh, how he wishes he were like that last line, free from all of this, happy and singing.

He didn't even notice they'd stopped dancing, he guesses the song had ended as softly as it began, with nothing to bolster a difference from one to the next. She keeps holding his hands, nudges him and asks if he's done dancing, too tired. He's not. He's bored.

He grips her hands and they run off the dance floor into a labyrinth of hedges with pretty, sweet flowers. He's never been impulsive, but then again he's never been this person until the trumpets.

"Dance with me." He says, still gripping her hands, only softer. He's excited, happy to be away from the crowd, from the knowing eyes and the painfully hideous clothes and terrible, powerful people.

"We've been dancing, V. My feet can prove we've been doing something of the sort." She says, smiling.

"No Rose, we've been spinning, slowly spinning and just that. That's not dancing! That's just...sad. Dance with me." He repeats.

He pulls out their stones from his jacket pocket, his slightly edged marble to her perfectly tumbled rose quartz, placing his on her forehead. "Dance with me like we're on a mountain, singing and twirling and moving around friends, not strangers. Dance with me to bring on a better year, if nothing else. Dance with me because you love me." He barely whispers that last part.

Her finger hovers over his scar, not touching, just tracing how it moves so cleanly from his temple to his chin. "I don't know how to dance like that."

"I can teach you." He kisses the stone on her forehead. "I just don't want to be alone. Our dances need others, they need life."

He moves back from her and outstretches his arms, one rounded above his head, the other with his palm facing outward on his chest. She mirrors him and slowly they begin to spin. Not in small, tiny circles but in great leaps from one end to the other. As they keep moving, he puts his stone on her forehead, motioning her to do the same. He can barely be heard singing,

We take the crystals and the stones Our lovers and loved ones, we're not alone

But he is heard.

They keep jumping and spinning and she's still a bit confused as to how she got there in the first place and how and when to put her arms where because he keeps saying that the movements match the lyrics, but he refuses to say them. Because he can't. So she keeps going through the motions, keeps jumping and humming to a song she doesn't know and can't hear, one that's only playing in his head but he's so happy that she doesn't care. And at the end, and she is sure this is the end when they bow towards something that must be their guide, she's dizzy but happy. And he's just happy.

"You do this every year? This tradition?" She asks, handing back her stone that he carefully wraps in a small, beat up burlap bag.

"Yes and no. Yes, we do this every year on the eve of the Harvest. Every town goes to their own mine or quarry and has a real party. But it's not a tradition. It's a ritual."

She furrows her brows, "Same thing, isn't it?"

He laughs, "You city folk have all this education and no culture outside of being rich and pretty."

"I can say lots worse for you, Vance Sophro."

"You're too pretty for that, Celeste Snow."

"So what's the difference then? Enlighten me."

He bows his head, mimicking the Capitol gesture, "Traditions are customs and cultural beliefs passed down from generation to generation. Rituals are actions performed in a certain order, still very cultural but they have to be done in the exact same way. Rituals are about order, traditions are about culture, both maintaining it.”

She nods, "So the dancing is both?"

"Sure, the dancing is part of a pre-Harvest ritual. Maybe I'll take you there one of these years." He says that more like a question.

"If we last that long, my love."

"I have no doubt about it, my Rose."

For the next 30 years, they sneak off to perform this ritual in their own way, to keep it alive in the limited way they can.

It's only when everything has fallen that they perform it how has to be, bringing offerings of a small box filled with a collection of stones and a hammer and chisel with the initials M.S. to the mountain in Pike.

[vrabbiit]

Hi i just have 2 lil questions.

what do you personally headcanon all (but the cleaning bots ofc😂) - security breach animatronics sexuality and gender identity plus pronouns ? O.o

And what would they like and dislike in a S/O?

Thanks=🍪

of course anon! just a heads up that while i may personally headcanon animatronics with certain sexualities, doesn't mean that i have any sort of issue with others headcanoning otherwise! they're fictional characters with no set identities, of course, and i encourage other interpretations! i'm also specifically using the terms masculine and feminine in terms of preference / identity so as to not be exclusive to people who fit in binary identities - as a nonbinary/genderqueer (as well as bi ace) person, i understand that language surrounding attraction and gender can be fucky sometimes but please know that not feeling as though you fit into my descriptions here does not mean you cannot read or enjoy my content - i always try to stick to gender neutral readers unless specified otherwise, so that everyone feels included or represented! that said, here goes!

glamrock freddy in my interpretation is bi, with little to no preference of the gender of his partner! he uses he/him, but that's as far as he's considered gender identity. he's naturally attracted to people who are kind or who seem to genuinely care, and while his more diplomatic personality can be a good level for more impulsive or hot-headed people, he generally tends to shy away from people who are outright argumentative - our boy does NOT like unnecessary confrontation for the sake of it. (this does not mean he will not stand up for what he believes in, just that he does not like when people want to argue for no reason.)

montgomery gator is imo unlabelled but multi-spectrum, with a preference for masculine partners (although he is by no means only into masculine / male people!) he also uses he/him, and while i haven't thought too hard about his gender i don't really see him as cis, so take that as you will! unlike freddy, he does enjoy confrontational people and he tends to not be as comfortable around people who he thinks are just agreeable to avoid arguments. he wants someone he can be himself around, and he is quite hot-headed.

glamrock chica i see as bi with a preference for feminine partners! she uses she/her, but i can also see her being open to using they/them or other pronouns! she's not picky about the personality of her partners, since she gets along with almost everyone! she does have a soft spot for shyer or more quiet people, though, as she thinks it's cute!

roxanne wolf i personally headcanon as a lesbian because - yeah, i just can't imagine her as anything else, and nobody else i've talked to really can either! she has attraction to girls of any kind, and any nonbinary folk who would include themselves in that pool of attraction! she's possibly the most enigmatic out of the main band with her preferences, but she likes people who don't immediately brush her off as self-centred or self-absorbed - there's so much more to her, and anyone who actually takes the time to get to know her will see her warming up to them a lot quicker than she would admit.

sun and moon, in my personal headcanon, both use they/them and he/him pronouns individually - there is not a cisgender bone in their body! neither of them really have a label on their attraction (or have really thought about it too hard), but they do have slightly different preferences for a partner! sun is, lovingly, a lot to take in sometimes, so his ideal partner is someone who either matches that energy or mellows it out - in general, people who are very negative to others repel their sunny attitude, but that doesn't mean they don't understand someone can have a bad day! for moon, he's a bit of a Menace and hasn't quite gotten past the "he likes you so he's mean to you" stage. granted, he's never cruel, but he finds themself fixated on people who can either handle his weird ways of expressing love, or who they just find plain cute!

djmm is, well... he's the dj!!! generally going by he/him or it/its pronouns, the dj doesn't really consider himself that aligned to romantic or sexual attraction! on the aro-ace spectrum, probably being under demisexual and demiromantic labels! for that reason, it's hard to pin down what he's interested in in a partner - it tends to vary from person to person!

you didn't ask, but vanny/vanessa? very heavy feminine preferences - she is for the girls first and foremost. for the guys? maybe, she hasn't figured it out yet! uses she/her, but like monty i also don't think she's exactly cis, so interpret that however you want! she's kind of also a menace who likes people she fins entertaining, but unlike moon she actually knows how to process her attraction into flirting!

[remember-ur-alive]

CHAT I MISS MY S^W YA0I

[candycryptids]

👿- What's their worst trait?

eheheh >:) for whoever you feel it would be the most fun to answer!!

Firstly thank you for da ask ;w;!!! This was spicy because I’m actually going to talk about my husbands guy a little bit… and show y’all post ShB-semi-into-EW Ishi eheheehee- tho there’s a very very mild ShB spoiler so watch out!

“I appreciate you taking time out of your day to speak with me, and answering all the questions I’ve had concerning your journey and how you’ve felt through it all… Your insight into the first and your extensive knowledge of Feo Ul was quite interesting.”

“Mmhm, it’s been surreal recounting everything that happened, but at least SOMEBODY’s writing it down now.. And Their Majesty has made wielding scholastic magic much easier, since I can’t summon my own faerie normally. Are you sure you don’t want a cookie? They’re Kizuna’s da’s recipe, you know.”

“Ah, speaking of Kizuna… You two have started dating right? The two shining beacons of heroism and do-gooding-recklessly, surely you know better than anyone else what he’s like. We all know his good side, but what about the bad?”

“Eh???? EHHHH?? Where’d you get that idea?! D-dating… uhm… you’re not going to write that in your book right? That’s- that’s just speculation! Besides we’re not really public yet, Uhm, h-he’s really great, I can’t think of a bad trait, really, he can cook, he’s wicked with all kinds of weapons, he’s strong, and, handsome, he’s gentle with kids, and animals… He’s always trying his best, you know? Uh-uhm… he built his own house, in Ishgard-“

“I already know all about that, Ishi, I actually stopped by there last week to see if he was there. Besides. every Hero needs their tragic flaw, or they risk becoming as untouchable Gods in the mind of the people. So, give me something to work with, it doesn’t have to be grand, just, something that grounds him back in the common man.”

“But Kizuna’s not a common man- ah… ff..fine, ok, sometimes, uhm, I think… I worry, he makes himself miss out on fun stuff, because he’s worried more about keeping everyone and everything safe. Someone somewhere falls into peril and it’s, his problem now. I can usually make him slow down, but sometimes we both end up really swept up in it… uhm… I don’t know. Oh… my cookie……”

“… I think I can work with that…”

Kizuna belongs to @zombiesockfuckinglovescardfight •v• (and if he wants to add something to this he can! >:3)

[Duo’s OC Ask Game]

[gingerbreadmonsters]

Something strange / who are you gonna call? >:3 💖

ej's talking about this ask game (still open!) <3

EJ!! thank u for the ask <3 this was SUPPOSED to be done in time for halloween but i have been dying of university disease so it will probably happen in a little while hehe

Three out of the four were accidental - one was the result of a fall, one was the aforementioned issue with the roof, and I believe the other was due to an electrical fault. The fourth was the most recent - an altercation with an intruder during a break-in - but we’ve been assured by the local police department that this sort of thing is highly unusual for the area, and is very unlikely to happen again.  As she spoke, you’d felt a horrible feeling of resignation settle in your stomach. Of course the one place you can actually afford to buy is the one where tenants keep dying. 

How old were they, would you say? Some more clicking, and if her expression had been anything to go by, a spreadsheet that was loading a lot slower than it should. It looks like… um, it looks like most were in their mid-twenties, or thereabouts. Perfect. Of course they were. Were they living alone? She’d clearly been dreading the question, gritted teeth forced into a smile. I believe so, yes. The implied like you will be hangs between you, unspoken. The property has been vacant for about a year, but it’s nothing to do with that - it’s just come back to us from a private company who didn’t keep a tenant there, but I’m assured that everything’s been checked and it’s all in good shape. Well, then. Go and live alone in the terrifying empty house in Dahlia that’s been abandoned for a year, which nobody else wants and where all of the last four tenants died, or rent a safe (if eye-wateringly expensive) shoebox on the other side of the city. What choice could be clearer?

[paeinovis]

I am constantly impressed with SpongeBob (show) for being able to make iconic lines and gags that don't feel overplayed even if they're repeated

[cerealmonster15]

i feel like ur a fellow has read almost every jamiazu fic in the ao3 tag so . if u do know what im talking abt what are ir thoughts on the jamil crushes insect/bug and had to kiss azul so he can wash his hands fic . the hilarity of the situation is so silly to me

kjfdlsjflsdf Yknow for a while i was pretty good with keeping up with the jamiazus within my comfort filters LOL. ive fallen behind more lately bc it's gotten so much more popular i feel. i hadn't read this one but it did not take me long to find it on ao3 just now SDJKFLSD. i have read a dif fic by that author tho after further investigation 🔍👀

fave line from this one tho: "while normally Jamil could have been able to foresee that he would end up alone in the hallways with Azul, his vigilant instincts chose today of all times not to work." my boy and his annoying classmate radar sklfkjdslejl SO SILLY!!! azul being a little smug bitch about it was so funny and so #real. god get jamil outta there SAVE HIM!!!

[waitineedaname]

“So you are nervous.” Ritsu pressed that point instead of allowing himself to be distracted by the food theft. “Is something wrong? Is it Shige?” The gears were rapidly turning in his head, and he gripped the table as he came to the worst case scenario. “Oh god, are you breaking up with him?” “No!” Teru jolted upright, quick to reassure him. “No, not at all! The opposite, actually.” Ritsu relaxed minutely, but he still wasn’t following. Teru seemed to realize this because he glanced away, suddenly embarrassed. “I’m, uh… I’m actually thinking of proposing.” The spoon in Ritsu’s soup abruptly tied itself into a knot, sloshing miso everywhere. They both ignored it.

I had to write something ritsu-centric eventually <3 please enjoy ritsu trying to be a good little brother figure to mob and teru

[luxaofhesperides]

what if i posted dcxdp parody fic.... what then.....

[nem0-nee]

(Crying I don’t think my first ask went thru LMAO)

Can I get ∅ for Mayuu’s opinion on Nox? (And mby Saga if u want ksjfjsbdhfb)

DFFDSK the other one went through, but I'm answering this one to be silly 😈

Sadly no doodle for this one + the future ones... at least not yet >:o

[Flipping through the logbook, you're presented with two entries]

[What lies ahead beckons you to turn the page]

v [take the plunge?] v

[ TALE OF SLEEPLESS NIGHTS, CONT. ]

Teach me your ways!: You could say that Mayuu looks up to Nox in a sense, especially when it comes to dual-wielding combat. She’d definitely take the opportunity to spar with him for the experience! After all, it’s quite rare to come across another fellow dual-wielder. “Our battle may be legendary, so don’t go easy on me now” The prefect takes a stance, preparing herself for what’s to come.

Please don’t report me: Let’s just say that there were one…two?- Definitely a certain amount of occurrences where Mayuu almost struck Nox. She claims it was out of self-defense since she was caught off guard by his presence. Nothing says hello like an elbow to the face. “I’m so sorry- I SWEAR I didn’t mean to do that?!?!”

You’re a cruel one, Nox: Mayuu finds the degree of his dislike for fae to be odd. But she supposes she can’t judge him; she doesn’t know him too well, even with knowledge of him in past timelines. But still, it’s somewhat heartbreaking for her to see how he is with faeries, especially considering that the ones she knew were nothing but helpful. “Don’t you suppose that…you’re being too much?” Mayuu wears a look of disapproval.

[ TALE OF AGGRAVATING ANOMALIES, CONT.]

What the hell’s up with him?: He’s weird as hell, and that’s not really saying much… Everyone is strange and hella weird to Mayuu. But what separates him is his creepiness and overall vibe. She can handle nervous weirdos like Idia, but Saga? Yeah… No thanks. “If I had to choose between cleaning up the entire campus or hanging out with Saga for an hour, I’d be heading straight for the janitor’s closet right when you mention his name.”

Take a chill pill, I meant no ill will: At first, Mayuu didn’t really bat another eye at this fellow. NRC students are weird, she knows that well. But Saga’s accusations of her being suspicious of him? Especially with that “glare” of hers? The prefect felt… disheartened. Ah Mayuu, your natural RBF never fails to bite you in the ass… “What glare?! THAT’S JUST HOW I LOOK!?!?” Mayuu said calmly.

I’m crazy?? YOU’RE CRAZY!!: To no surprise, this poor prefect is fed up with Saga. No matter how many chances of redemption she gives him, it just seems hopeless. His remarks about her only add more salt to the wound. “Lord have mercy- this f- MAN is going to make me lose my hair before I turn 20!! I don't judge him for his 'hobby', so he better not judge me for strangling Kyuu.”

Understandable, please shut up: Despite being the listening type, Mayuu can’t help but get overwhelmed when this guy opens his mouth. His nonsense is just a neverending stream of negative blabbering… Believe me, she has tried to respond back, but that just seems to encourage him to ramble even more. “My brain can only handle so much… he’s like a toddler when he babbles. Christ, my head’s spinning again just by thinking about it.” Mayuu looked like she was about to lose it then and there. Yeesh, guess he was too much for her to handle.

[ - The clock has struck 12... END OF CHAPTER -]

[chompe-diem]

this is possibly an unpopular take but i do think maybe that erlin and beverly are the mom and dad friends of the group, respectively