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Is it bad that i imagine this au end in tradegy?

well, depending on your perspective its either hopeful or utterly crushing...

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bro doesn't know he is loved and appreciated by those he least expects it from 😂

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wow akechi i can't believe you forgot bunki's birthday like that.... wow... (i'm the one who forgot)

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wip (it's wednesday in spirit) - i wonder who that is

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11/21, you just keep losing

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stupid fly, sticky web

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redesign of roxy and her persona ! :D

freyja is the norse goddess of beauty and fertility, as well as the queen of the valkyries. in the poem Þrymskviða, thor goes to freyja with a request to seduce the giant named thrym in order to retrieve his hammer, to which freyja refuses with great fury, defending her dignity, and has him dress up as her instead.

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you heard the man

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first chapter of this is here btw

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Akechi has been working entirely alone as Shido's personal hitman ever since he was hired - today, that changes. (Though, he'd really prefer if it didn't.)

yayy chapter one is out :D

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Akechi has been working entirely alone as Shido's personal hitman ever since he was hired - today, that changes. (Though, he'd really prefer if it didn't.)

yayy chapter one is out :D

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see when its near 50/50 it doesnt really get any easier to make the decision. but democracy says i post it, so look forward to that i suppose

if i publish it then that's the only one i'm publishing until it's done ok. i have no art but i have the actual fic!

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sidekick

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if i publish it then that's the only one i'm publishing until it's done ok. i have no art but i have the actual fic!

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OMG ITS WIP WEDNESDAY AND I FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING TO POST

“Ah, hello. You’re Mrs. Shirakawa, correct?” He chirps. “I’m Akechi Goro, and I’m a detective. I need to discuss with you regarding your husband…” The woman’s eyebrows rise. "Oh... well, come in. I'll make you some tea. I'm guessing there's a lot we need to discuss..." The inside of the home is bleakly lived-in, like it's both a living space and a dying space. A cell in the form of beige walls and dusty red carpeting. Mrs. Shirakawa herself doesn't seem too ecstatic about it either. Akechi’s lived in a full house before—he knows of the continuous buzz of multiple inhabitants, whether it be clattering plates or children running down the hall. At least, he’d heard it through the walls when he was reading, because whoever his siblings were that month didn’t want to play with him. The noise is not present here. It’s dead quiet; not even Mrs. Shirakawa’s feet make a sound against her floor, like she doesn’t want to be heard. One wouldn’t even suspect there are people living here. Pictures along the wall frame her and her husband hand-in-hand, but the only hand this woman holds now is her own as she sits Akechi down on the seat across from hers.