#IAMSOSORRY

[melissa-titanium]

GUYS CONSIDER. imsorry id write more but i I Think thisis enouG;h + i gotta zeep uGH.

[fevermedia]

Hello loves! We are sorry regarding the confusion about the activity check this week. It was due to my own poor memory, having forgotten about our promise. I apologize. Today was the only day that one of your mods could actually get around to an activity check with the christmas period being so busy, and people wanting to reserve inactive roles already.

That being said, if you are busy this holiday period please kindly ask for a hiatus for your muses so we can avoid these situations as best as we can! (Please note that people were removed for 7+ days inactivity, and the no activity check post was made yesterday, therefore the muses would have likely been on rolehogging warnings at least, if there was no hiatus notice put in.)

Now that this predicament has happened, if you would like to re-reserve your removed muse you can do so immediately. Otherwise there is a 3 day reapplication period to give others a chance to play the same person.

Again, so sorry for the confusion! Thank you for understanding loves and we hope you have a great holiday period!

[sxypnk]

1940 - k.namami

thinking about you and Army! Nanami spending your last night together on a hill under the stars. It’s midnight, the world quiet except for the sound of the breeze. just you, him, and the dumbass sky.

"I want you to have this" he half smiled as he pulled a box out of his pocket slowly opening up, displaying an elegant diamond neckalce. the dancing sautior was enriched with shinning diamonds each masterly cut to catch the night light, set in a polished alloy that made the stones light up like fire.

"It was my grandmothers, when she passed, my mom inherited it, and she told me one day i should pass it on to the woman I would come to love, ive held onto it all these years waiting for the right person, right moment, and i believe that moment is right here, now with you."

as he spoke your heart ached with the mass of his words, the sore sincerity in his voice catching you off guard. tears quietly fell from your eye staining your cheek as you amired the diamond necklace.

"oh nami, I can't find the right words to express but it's absolutley beautiful" reaching out, shaking slightly, as your soft finger tips skimmed against the cool metal of the necklace "but, I don't know if i deserve something like this" you added, voice barley above a whisper.

he gently grabbed you're hand, his hands were like a paradox of strenght mixed with tenderness, yet there was a gentless in the way they held your smaller ones. the slight tremor in his grip double crossed the abyss of his emotions but it only made his touch feel more real-more raw. "you deserve this, more than anyone I know" he reassured you as he slipped the necklace out the velvet box, his eyes locked with yours, as if they were trying to disclose every ounce of his feelings without saying anything.

he rose swiftly from the grass hill, his tendency smooth and effortless, brushing his plaid pants off before settling behind you. the coolness of the evening air ran through with the aroma of the fallen leaves and distant sandalwood, wrapped around you both. he moved behind you without a word, the ground appeared to shift slightly under his weight, a quick reminder of his firm, towering frame.

he held himself with quiet confidence, each movement conscious and unhurried. the width of his shoulder and the strenght of his arms were unmistakable. yet, regardless of his imposing presence, there was a softness to him that only those who new him well could see. the tender way he brushed pieces of your hair, being cautious not to tug or startle you. his cold touch against your skin sending a shock of chill through your spine touch delicate, careful, as he faintly pulled aside strands of your hair, leaving the back of your neck exposed to the cold breeze of the fall air as goosebumps trailed along your arms. you reached up instinctively, gathering your hair to one side, holding it away from your neck.

tilting your head slightly, your gaze drifited upward to the never-ending expanse of stars. their silver light stretched across the dark canvas of the sky. your teeth found your lower lip as a nervous habit, gently biting down as you tried to steady the sudden flutter in your chest.

then came the cold touch of his ring, brushing against your skin like a ephemeral. the chilled metal of the necklace followed, sliding across your neck as he worked to secure it. the sensation made you flutter again, and you couldn't tell if it was the cold or the intimacy of the moment. his fingers moved with practiced care, lingering as they adjusted the clasp. once the necklace was secured, he let his hands drop briefly before gathering your hair again, the calloused tips of his fingers smoothing away the flyaways that had gotten caught in the wind. his touch was soft, almost humble, as though the act itself was a silent expression of something he couldn’t quite put into words.

you lowered your gaze from the stars, your lips parting slightly as you held the accessory up to inspect it. the diamond nestled in the center of the necklace caught the faint starlight, refracting it into a subtle shimmer that seemed to dance with every movement. you shifted it carefully, centering the gem against your chest, its weight both grounding and exhilarating.

he stayed close, the warmth of his presence behind you a quiet comfort against the evening’s growing chill. for a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence filled only with the gentle rustling of leaves and the occasional murmur of the wind. you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, still marveling at the necklace and what it symbolized.

“does it sit properly?” his voice even, careful, as if afraid to disturb the fragile peace of the moment.

you quickly nodded, swallowing against the lump in your throat. “it’s perfect,” you whispered, your voice trembling just enough to betray you.

he let out a small breath, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. those eyes soft and kind, but clouded with unspoken worry lingered on the necklace for a moment before drifting to your face. “good,” he said, almost to himself.

the silence between the both you stretched, but it wasn’t empty. it carried the weight of everything you couldn’t quite bring yourself to say. the faint rustle of the leaves and the distant hum of the wind filled the spaces where words might have been.

you finally turned to face him, drawing your knees up slightly as you shifted on the hill. his features were shadowed in the dim light, but you could still see the lines of his jaw, the curve of his brow each detail etched into your memory as if your heart was afraid it might forget. his expression was calm, composed, but his eyes betrayed him. there, in the depths of his steady gaze, you saw the conflict, the quiet battle between his resolve and the weight of what lay ahead. he was looking down, fiddling absent-mindedly with the ring on his finger.

“you’re really leaving,” you said, the words more of a realization than a question.

"yes" he replied, his tone measured but not cold. his gaze steady but distant, fixed somewhere past you, somewhere you couldn’t follow. “tomorrow,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the breeze.

the weight of that single word hit you like a wave. tomorrow. you tried to ignore it up until this moment where it spoke into excistance it wasn’t just a day it was the line between the world you knew and the one that would come after.

“i admire you for this,” you said, surprising yourself with the conviction in your tone.

“what you’re doing... it’s brave. selfless.”

his lips curved into a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “i am not certain it is bravery,” he said after a pause, choosing his words with care. “there are moments when I am not sure if I am ready. but I know that readiness is not a luxury I can afford to wait for.”

you blinked back tears, nodding slowly. “you are ready,” you said, your voice firmer now. “you might not feel it, but you are.”

his gaze softened, and he tilted his head slightly, studying you with an intensity that made your heart ache. “if I am ready,” he said quietly, “it is because of you. you remind me of who I wish to be. and that thought-that certainty—will carry me through whatever lies ahead.”

his words struck a chord deep within you, and for a moment, you couldn’t speak. the tears you had been fighting began to spill, but his hand was there to catch them, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek.

“I wish I could say I am unafraid,” he continued, his tone unwavering despite the emotion behind it. “but fear is natural, is it not? it reminds us of what we value. of what we must return to.”

you reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his, your grip firm. “you will come back,” you said, and though your voice broke on the last word, you refused to let the doubt win.

he held your gaze, his composure unshaken but his eyes shining with something unspoken. “I will,” he said, and there was a quiet, unyielding strength in the way he spoke. “I will return to you. whatever i have to do to make it home to you.”

the cool night breeze carries the faint scent of grass as you sit beside Nanami on the hill, the vast sky above you scattered with countless stars. It feels surreal—this moment of peace with him, knowing what tomorrow holds. His stoic expression softens under the moonlight, and for once, the weight of the world seems to leave his shoulders.

the cool night breeze carries the faint scent of grass as you sit beside Nanami on the hill, the vast sky above you scattered with countless stars. It feels surreal—this moment of peace with him, knowing what tomorrow holds. His stoic expression softens under the moonlight, and for once, the weight of the world seems to leave his shoulders.

“you don’t have to say it, darling” he murmurs, his voice steady yet tinged with something unspoken.

“I already know.”

you turn to him, eyes searching his face. even now, he’s as composed as ever, but the way his fingers intertwine with yours betrays his emotions. his grip is firm, as if he’s grounding himself in your presence, unwilling to let go even for a second.

“I’ll come back,” he says after a pause, looking out over the horizon. his tone is resolute, but you both know the uncertainty that lies ahead. he’s always been honest with you—brutally so—but in this moment, you cling to the promise in his words, even if they’re spoken more for your comfort than his certainty.

the stars seem endless, like the dreams you once shared together, now paused by the weight of duty. leaning your head against his shoulder, you close your eyes, committing this fleeting moment to memory—the warmth of his presence, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the unspoken love between you.

when he finally speaks again, his voice is softer, almost fragile. “If I could choose, I’d stay here with you forever. just us... and this quiet.”

your heart aches, but you smile through the tears threatening to spill. “then promise me, when it’s over, we’ll come back here. to this hill. to our stars.”

he turns to you, his gaze meeting yours, and for the first time, the facade cracks. he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, lingering just long enough to make the world disappear.

“I promise,”

[klutzykori]

*will kisses mike* "that's for saving us." *will then slaps mike* "and that's for almost getting us killed!"

[routerrdouter]

remember this scene in like tpot 2 i do lol

[eleventeenratsinaflannelsuit]

HELP I commented on someone’s post about boop laundering but accidentally called it boob laundering i will die now

@pawubits i did not mean to please forgive me TvT

[asheanon]

❛ Tell me everything. ❜ - Benny at uhhh... *flips a coin* Sal~

From: ❝𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞❞ rp meme

Everything.

“Everything… is such a vast matter to quantify.”

Tranquil notes of an herbal fragrance enchanted the senses as she lingered before this new curiosity and curious new tea alike. A curiosity with a side of curiosi-tea, one may say.

Momentarily, there was observation given to the new face(s?) before her - this Benny, a reverend of an unknown church in an unknown land. Or so she had been informed thus far... His form was unlike any she had come across throughout the years; it was unclear as to whether or not he even had any eyes to make contact with. Oddly enough, there was a comfort in not having to pay evident optic matter any mind - as she often did. Exotic framework aside, however, he seemed a pleasant enough fellow in introduction. He continued to receive a pleasant enough smile in kind.

“Perhaps we'll begin with everything that can be told.”

And so, that is indeed where they began...

“This world is unfamiliar to me and it is accessible to others who may be unfamiliar with it as well. There is also a chance I am not the only 'anomaly' of this nature from this access point.”

Sparing a moment, she then took a sip from her cup.

“Though, the tea is familiar. And lovely.”

[murderbled]

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. (from haarlep)

☽ DEATHLESS - accepting // @loyalborn ☾

❝ You say these things as though it makes you special. ❞

Her words are sharp as they fall from her lips - they carry an unnecessary cruelness that is unwarranted by the statement. What is it that vexes her so ? To hear such traits exclaimed unabashedly ? Or, perhaps, she saw far too much of herself in the sentiment.

Nonetheless, Asthora shifts her weight between her feet as she watches Haarlep closely, preemptively recoiled in anticipation of their response. Gods, must she antagonize every poor soul that finds its way within her proximity ?

❝ If you speak the truth, we should find ourselves quite aligned. ❞

[backwardshatnick]

𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌

in which chris receives a song request from an anonymous, old pal.

wc: 1.3k notes: writing this in honour of taylor getting her songs back :,)) i can finally say that i've always loved the old versions of her songs because TV just don't hit the same IAMSOSORRY. ok bye for now. will be back soon! divider by @bernardsbendystraws :)

The old radio station booth smelled of dusty vinyls and microwave-heated pocket pizzas. Most probably because that is what Chris tends to snack on during his night shift as a college radio DJ. Alongside the numerous crumpled Pepsi cans and mint gum wrappers that he chewed on to keep himself awake. Being a college radio DJ was not exactly a glamorous job, other college students would prefer working in an environment where they could roam around freely and have their sleep schedule undisturbed during the night. But as someone who loved music and had a knack for talking, it was the perfect job for Chris.

It was nearing the end of an uneventful shift for him, a Saturday night where everyone in his social circle was out clubbing, drinking, partying or even stuck deep in their campus library pretending to not be on TikTok for hours. The brunette stood in a squeaky office chair alone, the green glow from the computer screen and console of the booth accompanying him whilst he played song requests that tend to come sporadically.

No one listens to the radio anyway.

Yawning mid-transition of an ABBA track and an indie lo-fi study song, Chris was notified of a new request at the empty queue— a name, message and song title appearing after an online form was filled.

Yes, finally a real request, he thought.

Upon seeing the details, he blankly stared at the screen, the fading electric piano tune and gentle snare of drums played alongside his confusion before he unmuted the mic to introduce the anonymous wish.

“Okay, who’s pranking me right now?” he chuckled, “Looks like we have a mysterious person requesting an infamous teenage angst classic… for me. Unless this is for some other Chris, I guess I'm gonna be serenaded on air. Here’s a throwback to middle school heartbreak, You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift.”

He pressed a few buttons on the console, muting his mic which allowed the first few chords of the song to play. Typically, he would bop his head along to the classics that he knew as a child, but something within Chris’ head nagged at him. The message was intriguing and he understood that it tugged his memories, but who would do such a thing?

Sage, his girlfriend sure loved to play jokes and pranks on him. But it was unusual for her to call during his working hours, especially when she was out at a sorority party with her friends. She was not a big Taylor Swift fan, claiming that it felt too high school for her and it was a phase that she had already outgrown. Considering the time, Sage was probably busy downing shots by now, the chance for her to fill in a form that sober seemed too far. Moreover, she was not the type to exactly write a request as she was not even an avid listener of Chris’ radio segments. Said it was cute, but then simply brushed it off, forgetting about it.

The request felt… different. Something that was carefully chosen and typed. Something that felt personal and not ironic. Nor humorous.

Chris allowed the song to finish, drowning out the last few notes to play out until he unmuted his mic, startling listeners, if there was even any, with a half-laugh on air, “Apparently, that was for me. I don’t know. Thanks Mysterious Requester for the late night serenade. You’ve got great taste in vintage angst.”

After he was done with his short commentary onto why he thinks kitchen tongs would be a perfect weapon against a zombie apocalypse (he debated that the tongs could help in removing the already rotting and peeled-off organs of a zombie), he bid his shift and listeners goodbye with a soft instrumental mix and switched off the lights of the studio, putting his hoodie over the black beanie-clad head while a green backpack clung over one shoulder as the other was putting on a puffer jacket.

Chris opened the door to go outside, waving goodbye to the security guard who knew who he was and tends to listen to his show from time to time, “Nice request ya got there, kid. See ya again next week!”

He was blasted with cool air, the snow now piling up the streets of Boston but he digressed from taking the bus, opting to take a walk instead. Needing some time to think.

“Heard you got a Taylor Swift request last night?” Sage brought up, perched on the edge of his bed, voice casual but knuckles closed into a tight fist, her long burnt orange stiletto nails forming crescents on the inside of her palm.

Chris looked up from his phone and turned around to face her, “Yeah, weird, right? Said it was from someone I had helped once.”

“Helped how?” she questioned, jealousy evident in her tone.

“I dunno,” he shrugged and mindlessly answered, “Maybe someone from my class? The next-door neighbour? Who knows.”

“And she just happens to send a love confession through that song by Taylor Swift?”

“Babe, we don’t even know if it’s a girl. Don’t assume stuff,” Chris answered, voice firm and dominant, clear that he was not in the mood to argue. Especially not on a Sunday afternoon where he was supposed to be spending it with his girlfriend cuddled in between his arms, listening to her talk about last night’s party. The on-going “Will he, will she” between her best friend and a frat brother. The new barman who kept offering her free drinks. Anything.

Chris rested his back against the wall to face Sage, “Besides it wasn’t even a confession. Just an innocent 'thank you'.”

She flicked away his hands that were about to cup her face in reassurance, choosing to cross her arms instead.

“It’s literally a song about stealing someone’s boyfriend, Chris.”

He winced at her actions, eyebrows now raised, “Well, if you put it like that…”

“Right,” her voice flat as her phone buzzed, “You know what? I’m gonna go out. I need some rest.”

Sage stormed out of his room and out of his house, not bothering to say goodbye when she was met with a long silence from Chris, the stillness stretching between them like radio static when he did not answer right away.

Sending her off through his bedroom window on the second floor of his house, he glanced over at the house next door. Brick red walls pestered with ivy but front porch still lively and festive with a bunch of decorated Christmas trees, big red bows and a wreath made of acorns, ivy and poinsettias hung in contrast against their beige-coloured door.

The view of their porch was not the only thing visible from his windows as his room was located adjacent to a particular room. He could faintly see someone's silhouette against the lavender curtains, sitting at their bedroom window with their head down, as if writing something.

Chris tried to remember the girl who used to live there and how she looked like, until a memory played in his head like an old 16mm film, grainy and blurry scenes against a sepia landscape; the voice of a crying girl, the loud bark of a golden retriever followed by the giggling and warm laughter bringing him back to when they first met as tweens.

Could it be her? he said to himself in the silence.

Later that week, during his next shift, Chris refreshed the request queue obsessively, hoping for another ‘Anonymous’ to pop up with a message directed to him. But to no avail.

He played the usual tracks, not ABBA this time, but a classic Fleetwood Mac song and some disco from the Bee Gees before he closed it off with the finishing lo-fi instrumental mix that he always played for students who came across his show while studying.

But somewhere between the static and the tune of the gentle bass guitar humming throughout the booth, Chris found himself staring into the distance, wondering if she was listening to the radio station, or specifically his segment, at this late hour.

The thought of her filled his head as he continued to look vacantly and wonder why that idea did not feel weird at all.

[citizensofdetroitpov]

Guys.... Chat.... I need y'all to understand this I am living out the craziest yandere plot irl, well at least i think it's a yendere plot with the amount of people turning up severely injured one person even died. That some times I genuinely forget I live in a city home to a superhero team made up of giant alien robots and only remember this fact whenever I get jumpscared by the news while scrolling on social media.

You people may think I am joking about the yandere thing but I CAN NOT stress enough that I am 98% some wild ass yandere plot is unfolding in my school. And there might be more than 1 with some having obsessive crushes on each other some having a crush on the same person and I'm pretty sure there's just 1 random normal guy wrapped up in all this.

I am this 👌 close to going up to the autobots and present to them all the evidence I have for all this and beg them to do something about this through tears

#Iamsosorry #Iamalittlestressedrnaboutthisall

[sixbynine-da]

2024 fic roundup game

What fandoms do you write in?

Good Omens for over a year now! And recently I figured fuck it why not spread myself even thinner and started obsessively writing for Dead Boy Detective Agency as well. Who. Needs. Sleep.

How many words have you published in 2024? I have a spreadsheet for this!!

317476 for Good Omens (plus a few k here and there as part of some collabs) 48518 for DBDA

365994 total :)

What is your greatest achievement this year?

I wrote a book length fanfic!! Heaven's Calling is my longest work ever AND it's finished (bar the final 1000 or so words i just need to find time to type up) it's currently sitting around the 85k mark ^_^

What are your top three fics you’ve written this year?

If you means ones *I* liked then I'd have to say... House of Payne for DBD cause it was FUN to write and outside my normal styles.

Riding the Teabag for GO because I had an absolute blast co writing with the unhinged goblins (@kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon @dbacklot99 @harlotofupdog @lemon-tart-221 and WibleyWobly_TimeyWimey) who made 'australian surfing and also a tea kink' work wonderfully. Double Trouble: A Double DoppelGanger Banger also for GO, written with @doonarose because I honestly think writing alongside her has improved my own writing and taught me the value of a lengthy wordy sentence :)

What have you learned?

Absolutely nothing about comma's. I am so sorry guys :/ Also I'm totally capable of long fic work and if I sacrifice the hours of 11pm to 2am from sleeping i can totally keep up a two fandom fic and art hobby!

What fic did you want to do but never made it off the ground?

Sigh. My sad old Az fic is still blowing in the wind, partly written and long abandoned.

It's now been joined by Lawyer! Crystal for DBDA getting justice for Edwin and Charles deaths.

Did you beta any fics? Any favs you want to shout out? Not recently. Iamsosorry.

What ideas are percolating for next year?

Finally delivering on the Cyberpunk femme slash Aziracrow I promised my OH in like. April.

A DBD canon adjacent AU where Charles still dies - but before he does he finds Edwin's journals and falls in love before even meeting him.

Who do you want to thank?

@goodomensafterdark ALWAYS. I have been criminally absent for a lil bit now, but y'all are permanantly lodged in my heart! All fandom spaces should be drippy basement goblin spaces <3 @cannibalisticcorpse for luring me into your notsafeforeverywhere space so I could be very notsafeforeverywhere in proper company :D

Other shoutouts: @theonewiththeshippinggoogles and WiblyWobly_TimeyWimey for being literally the best beta experience ever. Put the merder forks away I promise it's all fine! <3 (omgcanyou like beta my entire life)

WHO ELSE IS GONNA DO THIS? Tag yourselves! Jump on, anyone and everyone!

[melissa-titanium]

idotn know if theres mistakes iamSosorry ihad 1 hour of sleep

[180raviolis]

I am so fucking happy we got the 7th comic, I actually jumped and ran around the house when I saw it was real wtf

BUT sadly... i raised a little more of hype than I should've... uh... I wish we could've gotten to see what happened to each merc and not only soldier and scout 😞

and WHY DID ADMIN DO THAT, WHY DID SHE WANT TO SEE ZEPHENIAH SUFFER??? GUH 😭😭😭 at least we kinda have a reasoning to why she wanted to the gravel wars to go on forever... I guess... to see him suffer?

BUT I love the fact that now both soldier and scout have kids, I think its sweet and on scouts side I think it helped him finally mature

ALSO, SPY WITHOUT MASK IS 100% REAL, FR FR FR

But now a nitpick that me, I, personally have. I WANT SCOUT TO HAVE HIS SHORT HAIRCUT AGAIN WAAAAHHHH 😭😭 NO IM SO SO SORRY YALL BUT I FOUND HIM SO UGLY W THAT HAIRCUT 💔💔💔 It doesnt look good on him iamsosorry

But anyways 7TH COMIC YEHAAAWWW ITS OUR CHRISTMAS GIFT!!! THE TF2'S COMMUNITY CHRISTMAS GIFT HOORAY

THIS PANEL BTW IS SO SWEET IT MADE ME TEAR UP GUH

[ihatebrainstorm]

Sees prowl Batmobile design: oh! Yes this! I wonder if my ask got answ-

**YOU SENT IT TO THE WRONG BLOG**

Sorry! Thank you for answering and thank you to… (iamsosorry I forget blog names if not looking at them. Mostly recognize everyone from profile image)…you yes, you, for redirecting my ask ^^

LMAO nw nw mistakes happen (god knows I make loads of them constantly rip)

Gave me a chuckle when I woke up that day tho kfkds- Just glad ppl are enjoying the buckets of brainrot that I keep overfilling :D

[review-anon]

Any news from Kokoro since we last saw her?

No, since I've been busy tending to Tsumiki and any other patients who have come in due to the various random events that occur here.

Hopefully Tsumiki will awaken soon and once she is treated then I can get back to Dr. Mitsume-

????: Urghhhh....

Hm?

*Beni looks over to where Mikan is currently sleeping and sees that she is moving around as she slowly opens her eyes*

Haaa...haaa....

Oh Mikan! You finally woken up!

K-Kanata? Are you...okay?

Not really...I woke up before you and the images of my head while I'm not letting them affect me, I'm still shaken by what I saw.

I...I...I....I....I...

Congratulations on waking up Tsumiki! I know your classmates were really worried about you-

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Woah! Mikan, calm down I know those nightmares were bad but-

IAMUNFITTOBEANURSE!IAMUNFITTOBEANURSE!IAMUNFITTOBEANURSE!IAMUNFITTOBEANURSE!IAMUNFITTOBEANURSE!IAMUNFITTOBEANURSE!IAMUNFITTOBEANURSE!IAMUNFITTOBEANURSE!IAMUNFITTOBEANURSE!IAMUNFITTOBEANURSE!IAMUNFITTOBEANURSE!IAMUNFITTOBEANURSE!IAMUNFITTOBEANURSE!IAMUNFITTOBEANURSE!IAMUNFITTOBEANURSE!IAMUNFITTOBEANURSE!IAMUNFITTOBEANURSE!

S-should we call in Tsumiki's classmates?

We might have to or else Mikan is gonna hurt herself!

*Mikan continues to thrash around while screaming how sorry and worthless she is*

//Mikan Tsumiki has Woken Up.