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[slamongflobo]

playing yakuza 3 !

[ffwix]

I see a pattern…

!News! Today or tomorrow I’ll submit the second pages of the comic, depends how much work I have.

Also, I’m gonna be doing smiling critters OC art for free for a little while, perhaps for two weeks or so. Send them in my inbox or tag me and I’ll make sure to check it.

[dalekinapaintedparadise]

Never seen a man fight so hard to end up back where he started. So tell me, Jonathan. Why do you wish to live?

[i-suc-at-art]

Ummm.. I really love this fic

*hands @basilf1res this gently*

Any ways go read project “GH05T” it’s really good :)

[targarrus]

chapter 8 - the belly of the beast

[blaithnne]

I’m literally fine I don’t care its not even that big of a deal it’s whatever who’s Hilda

[osamusriceballs]

The Accident - Part XVII

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: Making out

Words: 1,5 k

About: Back to Onigiri Miya <3

Part I II -> Next Part

"Finally. Took ya long enough."

Osamu rolls his eyes when you both enter the shop. You apologetically smile and wave while uttering a greeting. "Hey, Osamu. Sorry for being late." Atsumu grins widely, simply ignoring Osamu's comment while you both move to the counter, where Osamu is working. You notice that he looks a bit tired after moving closer, the bags under his eyes proof that he probably only slept a few hours before he had to open up the shop again. Yet, he still professionally forms Onigiri with his hands, everything looking as flawless and clean as the last time you had been there.

Osamu finally looks up to you both when you reach him and suddenly raises his brows when he sees how tightly your hand is held by Atsumu's. His mouth opens slightly, as if to comment on it, but he closes it silently without saying anything before he diverts his attention back to the Onigiri in his hands, now with a small smile adorning his lips. Your face warms up and you mentally thank every deity for making Osamu the more tactful and considerate twin. You're quite certain that Atsumu would have commented on that, if he had been in Osamu's place. Such a tease.

You clear your throat and let go of Atsumu's hand, but his grip around yours is so tight that it doesn't make any visible difference. "Samu, I'm starvin'—could eat the whole menu today. Gimme that please." Atsumu points towards the filled plate in front of Osamu, who just groans as a response and rolls his eyes. "Yer only here for five seconds and I already wanna kick ya out."

You blink in surprise when Osamu simply pushes the plate towards Atsumu and then turns around to open the fridge. "I prepared somethin' for ya. Take it before I change my mind." He hands you another plate with dishes that you remember from the last time you had been there, and you hastily pull your hand out of Atsumu's death grip to take it. "That's—amazing! Thank you." Your stomach clenches at the sight of the food, and you become painfully aware of the fact that you haven't eaten anything since last night, and it's around 4 pm at this point.

"I'll make sure to tag ya in an Instagram post, Samu." Atsumu grins and places one hand at the small of your back to direct you towards a free table. "Here." He quickly places his plate on the table and moves back to the counter. "I'll get us something to drink." You smile and nod while you try to calm yourself down. Your heart starts beating faster when you think about what has just happened with him in his apartment. How he had kissed you and held you. How he was laying on top of you and grinding against you- so needily and desperate. How your hands had been buried into his hair, desperate for him to deepen the kiss—and he did.

But it all came to an end when you had moaned against his lips, the sound so breathless and lewd that your eyes shot open—and he pulled away with a curse. "God, y/n. I can't—we shouldn't—gosh, fuck. I want you so badly." You could see his clenched jaw, his flushed cheeks, and feel the hardness in his pants without a doubt. You knew he wants to go further- but the wetness between your legs was also evidence of how much you wanted him, and you were quite certain that he could feel your warmth and wetness through his pants at this point. But you knew it's not right. Not now, not so shortly after all that.

You had taken a deep breath and then untangled your legs around his body. "It's probably for the best if we stop right now." You smiled a bit strained, your body wanting nothing more but to stay here forever and let him have his way with you, but your mind told you to slow down. You didn't want to ruin this by starting something like this too soon. He had simply nodded but still leaned down to press a longing kiss against your lips. You had melted into the feeling of his lips against yours and reached out for him, only to have him grab your wrists a little clumsily while he pulled back from the kiss and pinned your hands to the bed. Your eyes widened at your vulnerable position under him—and a throb of need rushed through your body.

His eyebrows shot up and his lips curled into a smug grin at your reaction. "Oh? Ya like that? Seems like we're in for a good time then." You swore you could have exploded any second, especially if he kept looking at you like that, and you simply released a shallow huff at his words. "Yer really testin' me here, wifey." He closed his eyes for a second and then pulled back. "Imma take a quick shower and then we can grab somethin' to eat at Samu's. Is that alright with ya?" You had simply nodded, too flustered to form words, and he pecked your cheek one last time before he headed to the bathroom.

After that, you wobbly made it to the other bathroom, quickly washing your face and getting dressed again, trying to distract yourself from the fact that you were this close to giving in and begging him to sleep with you. You have never felt like this with someone else; Atsumu just elicits feelings and actions from your body that you would never have thought were possible. He's a great kisser, and judging from the way he had been grinding his hips against yours, you were quite certain that he will be equally as good in bed. Your face had heated up again at the thought of sleeping with him, and you had quickly grabbed your stuff and go back to the bedroom. You both quickly took your things and made your way towards Onigiri Miya, but not without making out heavily in the elevator.

"Here ya go." Atsumu places two drinks on the table, and you get pulled out of your thoughts. You try to look calm and composed with a smile and thank him while he takes his seat, shortly admiring him in his simple, yet very attractive outfit. A white shirt and a pair of jeans—nothing special, but when Atsumu wears it, it just looks that appealing.

"Don't worry, these are alcohol-free. I'll stop drinking for a while for sure." He scratches the back of his head bashfully, and you laugh softly. "I figured so. But aren't you training like crazy now? Isn't it bad for you to drink anyway?"

A faint pink hue covers his cheeks at your words. "True that. I'm gonna stay away from alcohol for a long time." He shakes his head and then looks away. "Can't believe it's just a few more weeks till the Olympics. Time is running but- oh, let's start with the food already. Can't wait any longer, I'm sorry." He takes an Onigiri off his plate and eagerly digs in, and you're quick to join him, amused by his cute expression while he's chewing. He must have been starving for sure.

"I feel so much better already." He grins, and you nod while you eat a spoonful of your meal, enjoying the taste of fried rice. "Me too. I love Osamu's food." Atsumu nods and pretends to think for a second and then smugly grins. "Seems like yer fallin' for all the Miya's. We're a talented family after all."

"I'm not falling for all the Miyas!" You weakly protest, but the food could definitely make you consider Osamu as a possible partner. "Just kiddin'." He chuckles but suddenly yawns while he reaches for another Onigiri. "I'll drive ya home after that. I'm way too tired for anything more." He does look exhausted now. You don't know how he manages to even hold a proper conversation in his state, his eyes closing every few seconds before he almost violently pulls them open again.

"That's okay." You smile sympathetically and reach for your drink. He got your favorite, and you feel a sudden warmth running though your body at this realization. "I'm also exhausted after last night. But uhm..." You hesitantly fish for your phone and unlock it. "Do you maybe want to give me your new number?" You feel a faint blush creeping up your cheeks, but you're too afraid that you'll forget about it later- especially when he can barely keep his eyes open. "Oh? Sure." His eyes light up, and he quickly wipes his fingers on his tissue before he takes your phone. "Here ya go. I'll make sure to text ya every day."

"You don't have to text me every day." You snort but smile at the thought of always waking up to messages of Atsumu. "I will. Don't worry." Something about the way he says that makes you believe him, and break the intense eye contact when you take the phone with slightly shaky hands and look at the screen.

There it is, your new contact:

Husband

[sunshinediaz]

tease tidbit tuesday 🫧

bet yall forgot i moonlight as a writer lmao

Buck, red-faced with his brows knit so close together they’re nearly one, snarls his lip in disgust. He doesn’t say anything and instead cups his palms around Abbie Jean’s elbows, pulling her carefully up out of the pool and passing her off to a paramedic. Once she’s wrapped in a blanket and shuttled off, he turns to stare back down at Eddie.  (Buck is so hot when he’s pissed off, holy shit.)  Eddie offers a smile. It isn’t received well.  Shaking his head, Buck reaches down and knots his hand in the front of Eddie’s t-shirt. He hauls Eddie all the way up and out of the water, and Eddie would be impressed and probably turned on if Buck didn’t look like he’s ready to tear the whole world apart. 

tagged by @loveyouanyway and @wikiangela, mwah

tagging @spagheddiediaz, @jeeyuns, @neverevan, @exhuastedpigeon, @actualalligator, @honestlydarkprincess, @rogerzsteven, @underwaterninja13, @devirnis, and @monsterrae1 if any of you have something you want to share!

[coolguypluiplup]

have a renchanting doodle from a ll apocalypse au i haven't talked about on here yet :)

i'll post more about it once i've finished the first draft, so expect more of that soon !!!

[unreadpoppy]

Raphael x Reader Period Fic

I’m on my period. I’m having cramps. I’m in pain. So I wrote this extremely self indulgent thing on my notes app to make myself feel better.

It had been days since Raphael had last seen or heard of you.

Korilla had no news and you hadn’t shown up in any of the places Raphael usually is, and that got the devil worried.

Not that he carried about you, but when your favorite client goes missing, you start to get curious. What if Raphael needed you for something soon and you weren’t there? It wasn’t a matter of care, it was a matter of business.

At least, that’s what he told himself as he opened a portal to your room.

You were laid on your side in the bed, curled up and back facing him. He didn’t even have to say anything before you groaned “What the hell do you want, Raphael?”

He could hear a slight tinge of pain coming through your voice. “Why, can’t I want to visit my favorite little mouse for the sake of visiting them?”

You rolled your eyes. “Cut the crap, I don’t have time for your theatrics.” You curled up even further, hissing.

Raphael took a step forward, and examined you. There were no signs of injure anywhere, but he could faintly smell blood. He kept thinking of what could be ailing you when he heard a sniffle.

The devil placed a hand on your shoulder, turning your body to face him and saw the tears begin to fall on your face, while your hands clutched your belly.

“My dear, what has happened?” He ask, genuine worry in his voice.

“I’m on that time of the month” you quickly replied. “I’ve already taken a potion for the pain, but the cramps won’t go away.” You shut your eyes, taking a deep breath, but the pain persisted.

In his thousands of years, Raphael knew of the pain some people went through every month. He remembered what Korilla had once mentioned that helped.

Heat.

He quickly transformed into his devil form.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You said.

“Allow me to help you.” He said that and quickly took you in his arms, bridal style. You would have tried to struggle, but the cramps had burned your energy a long time ago.

Suddenly, you were both in his room, in the House of Hope.

Raphael gently laid you on the bed before following suit. He positioned himself behind you, and strong arms held your belly.

The heat that emanated from him was enough to quickly soothe your pain, making you sigh in relief. You pressed yourself even further into his chest, putting your hand over his arms, and whispering a quiet thank you.

He chuckled. “I did say I was your savior, little mouse.”

“Shut up.” You replied playfully. You two stayed in silent and eventually, you were able to sleep.

[storiesofsvu]

Love Comes Quietly Ch 13

Alex Blake x reader warnings: language, typical CM mentions of violence, derogatory homophobic comments (not directed at our girls, but said in the presence of). A little filler chapter but something to have Alex on the receiving end of comfort this time.

A tiny town in the deep south of Texas wasn’t exactly where you would have preferred to spend your week, but when duty called, you were on the jet and ready to work. The case seemed to be pretty bare boned, a couple of bodies found killed with the same MO that the local department thought were related but weren’t sure how or why. By the time the BAU showed up, a third had already been discovered and you while you’d been invited in, you weren’t particularly being welcomed. Even within the precinct, there was a general distaste for feds and you could feel eyes burning into your backs the entire time you were working the case.

It was safe to say that by the end of the week you were all exhausted.

You had to uphold reputations, images, maintain your cool as you tried to reason with the local pd about how and why you were doing things. Explain to victims families that you were in fact working on solving the crimes even if you were sitting at the police station. On a more deeper level, you and Alex knew you had to keep your personal relationship even more private this week. There was no chance for late night dinners together after the team had gone to bed and you avoided so much as a lingering shoulder squeeze to not raise any brows. You watched as Emily slid a mask back on, stepping back and letting Rossi take the lead in situations she normally would have.

Yeah, small town Texas wasn’t exactly enjoyable for anyone.

 Which is why you were extremely happy when you managed to take down the unsub late Thursday afternoon. You’d further connected that all the victims had been part of the very hidden queer community in the town, which was why they were targeted. You’d talked to the first two sets of parents earlier in the week and they’d both been rather in denial about everything. The third body you’d only managed to get an ID on while bringing the unsub in and were still set to talk to their parents. Reid and Rossi were off at the morgue, JJ and Derek taking care of making sure everything was getting processed with the unsub, leaving you, Alex and Emily at the station to deliver the news.

The place was so small the only room with some actual privacy was one of their interview rooms, the two way glass facing into the sheriff’s office, where Emily and the sheriff waited as you and Alex entered.

“Mr. and Mrs. Douglas,” You started, greeting them with a soft smile as the two of you sat down, “we are so incredibly sorry for your loss.”

“Is it even really a loss at this point?” He cut in with a gruff, crossing his arms over his chest as he leant back in his chair and you and Alex glanced at each other briefly.

“I’m sorry?” Alex questioned gently and he simply scoffed in return before his wife spoke.

“The rumours? Are they true? It’s a small town, people talk, they’re saying everyone he killed was one of those.. gays.”

“As far as we’ve been able to gather, yes.” You replied, feeling your gut churning as you kept your cool.

“And you’ve caught the guy?” She asked again.

“He’s being processed right now.” Alex replied, tight smile on her face.

“Bastard deserves a reward.” Mr. Douglas grunted and you could feel Alex tense beside you, “if you ask me he was helping the community, getting those fags off the street.”

“She’s still your daughter.” Alex urged gently, this time earning a scoff of a laugh from Mrs. Douglas.

“If we’d known what kind of lifestyle she was leading, she certainly wouldn’t have been part of our family. Those people, they’re not right. We should have sent her somewhere to get help, that Johnson boy, he got shipped off to that camp upstate and he turned out alright.”

“They all deserved what they got.” Mr. Douglas grumbled, “out there flaunting their sins? That ain’t my daughter no more.”

“Excuse me.” Alex suddenly stood from the table, her jaw tight when you glanced up at her and you could see the fire burning in her eyes before she disappeared from the room. You cleared your throat, turning back to the couple across the table from you with a tight smile.

“I understand this can be a very confusing and conflicting time. We’re here to help smooth things over as much as we can. If you’d like, we can arrange for her body and belongings to be shipped over to the funeral home for you?”

“No.” Mrs. Douglas shook her head.

“She was burnin’ in hell before she was even killed. We don’t want nothing to do with her.”

“Alright.” You pushed your seat back from the table, “I’ll have an officer walk you out. Thank you for coming in today.”

Leaving the room you made sure the door was fully shut behind you before you looked up to Emily, a knowing look on both your faces.

“Where’s Blake?”

“Bathroom.”

“You know…” the sheriff started, “I really don’t blame them, if I found out my kid was some kinda fag—”

“When do we need to be at the jet?” You asked, cutting them off, your voice louder in an attempt to drown them out.

“Tomorrow morning.” Emily turned from you to the sheriff, “I’m sure your team can finish wrapping up contacts?”

“Of course.” They smiled, shaking Emily’s hand before the two of you were finally free to leave the office.

“We’re really stuck here overnight?” You grumbled, “I feel like I need twelve showers.”

“Me too.” She replied with a heavy sigh, “director needed the jet for something else. Otherwise I’d say we’d be home in a couple of hours.”

“I need a drink.”

“You’re telling me.”

*

You were surprised the hotel room was empty when you got back to it, though you saw Alex’s go bag tossed on the spare bed, along with the clothes she’d had on earlier. You flicked on the television to something mindless and picked up your phone, scrolling through anything to keep your mind off this week and this case. A key clicked in the lock a few minutes later, Alex entering in workout gear, still catching her breath.

“Hey.” She greeted softly, flashing you a tired smile, “sorry, I needed a run.”

“Since when do you run?” You asked, dropping your phone to the bed.

“Since it’s frowned upon to shoot the bigots that inhabit this town.” She grumbled back with an eye roll.

“Hey…” you shifted on the bed, shuffling until you were at the foot of it, “you okay?”

“Yes.” She said after a moment, her hand reaching out to cup at your cheek while she smiled down at you before she pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Sometimes I just forget that scum like that exists. We’re in our nice little LGBT friendly bubble in DC, and I guess I was straight passing long enough that I didn’t see that it’s still such a prominent issue. Those victims… they didn’t deserve to be killed because of their beliefs and who they love….and for their families to deny them afterwards….”

“I know.” You squeezed at her arm, “you wanna talk about it?”

“I’d like to shower.” Alex sighed softly, thumb stroking at your cheek before she dropped her hand, “have you eaten?”

“You’re deflecting.”

“And you’re ignoring my question.” She fired back and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Kinda lost my appetite this afternoon.”

“You need to eat.” She reached out to smooth a loose piece of hair behind your ear, “give me ten and we can find something to order.”

A very large pizza, order of breadsticks, chicken wings and Caesar salad for good measure were spread across the spare bed soon after Alex was out of the shower. The tv played on in the background as the two of you picked through the open boxes in an attempt to relax from the day. You weren’t expecting the knock on the door, glancing between each other when the noise intruded the room, wondering if there was something missed on the delivery order.

“It’s just me.” Emily’s voice called through the door and you shifted from the bed to pull the door open and she was able to finally flash you a tired smile, “if I’m interrupting, pretend I was never here except to leave some shitty beer.” She offered with the box in her hand and you let out a small laugh, glancing between her and Alex who gave you a small nod.

“You’re not interrupting.” You squeezed at her arm, tugging her into the room, “besides, I’m sure you didn’t eat dinner and we’ve got more than enough.”

“I ate!” She defending, shooting you a glare and you simply raised a brow in her direction.

“Beer doesn’t count as food Emily, you know this.”

“Fine.” She grumbled, settling onto the bed, “I couldn’t really stomach anything after this fucking hellhole.”

“Seems to be the common opinion.” Alex let out with a soft sigh, picking up a new slice of pizza as she dropped against the headboard. Emily ripped open the box of beers, passing one to each of you before she cracked her own and picked up a breadstick.

“I wanted to check in, there were a lot of really terrible things said today, hell over this week. You guys are okay?”

“I’ll survive.” You took a swig of beer, “Unsubs have knowingly said far worse things directed right toward me before. I guess I’m just disappointed that there are people out there who would rather their kid be dead than be gay. Like, I know we’re not in a safe state, but fuck….”

“It’s infuriating.” Alex replied, “you don’t bring a human into this world to judge it, you do it to love them, no matter what. I can understand certain cases where bad decisions isolate people from their families, but the choice of who they love isn’t one of them. To completely disown your child? It’s pathetic.” She turned toward you, “the Johnson kid they brought up? His name was Mark… he killed himself two days before we got to town. No one was able to figure out if it was because of the conversion therapy camp they sent him to or if he was trying to save himself from being brutally murdered by the unsub.”

“Jesus…” You muttered, taking a heavy breath before chugging back more of your drink. “I just… I know the nervousness and being scared about having to come out, no matter how supportive everyone is. But to have one of my parents react like these parents did…I could never imagine.”

“They took it okay then?” Alex glanced up at you, a softness on her features and you couldn’t help but feel the warmth soothe through you knowing she was concerned.

“Yeah. I mean, I grew up in Boston, things were always chill.” You snagged a chicken wing, “what was it like in Kansas? I can never remember if Missouri is a red or blue state. And you don’t really ever talk about your family.”

“It’s never really come up.” She shrugged, “I wasn’t particularly confused or anything, but I thought things were black or white and I knew I liked boys so I settled on that. Then at a grad party a game of truth or dare landed me with a girl friend for seven minutes in heaven and that felt right too. It took a lengthy late night conversation after too many wine coolers for her to explain what bisexuality was. I brought a girlfriend home for Christmas my first year of college without having said anything, Mom never really fully understood the sliding scale, Dad was just happy as long as I was.”

Your head titled in acknowledgement before the two of you both looked over at Emily who stalled in her movements of grabbing a slice of pizza.

“Oh don’t look at me like that! Half the places I lived growing up it was a literal crime. I dated a couple of boys to appease my parents, by the time we were living in the States there was just no point. And to be completely honest I don’t think Mother would be very supportive of it.”

“You’ve never said anything?” You asked and she shook her head.

“We’re not exactly close, we certainly don’t talk that much. I figure at this point, why bother?”

“Makes sense.” You nodded.

“What about James?” Emily asked, “he know?”

“Yeah.” Alex nodded quickly, “when we first met I had a girlfriend. When that relationship ended we started spending more time together and things progressed. He always accepted it, thought it was great that we could check out girls together.” You and Emily both laughed at that before she spoke again.

“Does he know you’re back dating now? Or does he just think you’re roommates?”

You laughed again, hiding behind your beer as you glanced over in Alex’s direction, raising a brow at her as you watched the pink creep into her cheeks and she coughed. She took a swig of beer, trying her best not to relive the humiliation of the moment all over again.

“What?” Emily asked, tossing a balled up napkin in Alex’s direction, “what am I missing?”

“Alex…” you started, half staring her down, “forgot to mention that there’s a camera in the back yard. Take one guess which direction it’s pointed.”

Emily let out a gasp before she burst into a fit of laughter, watching Alex turn beet red as you started to laugh over it too.  “You’re shitting me!?” She managed between gasps of laughter, “how did he manage to see that? Just like, a daily check or something?”

“We were back a day early.” You admitted through a laugh.

“He was just making sure no one had broken into the yard.” Alex managed, the laughter from the two of you infecting her as her lips started to curl up into a small grin, “the moment he realized who it was, he turned it off. That however did not stop him from sending some very teasing texts in the morning.”

“Awe man.” Emily practically pouted, “that means he was the first person to know about you two.”

“I mean, you technically knew before we did.” Alex chuckled.

“You know what, I’ll take it.” She laughed in return, her eyes flicking to her phone when it lit up with a text, “Christ, I didn’t realize how late it was.” She grumbled, standing up off the bed, “I’ve got to be up early to do some last minute paperwork before the jet, I should leave you two to it.”

“Hey, take some food to go. Jayje was down at the gym the same time as me, I’m sure she’ll be hungry by now.” Alex offered and the three of you set about rearranging items in packaging so Emily had a box to take back to their shared room.

It didn’t take long for you and Alex to finish getting ready for bed, tossing leftovers in the mini fridge before slipping under the sheets of the other bed. The television was still playing quietly, your eyes on it as you dropped onto your back and Alex unexpectedly curled around you, burrowing into your chest. You dropped a kiss to the top of her head, your hand soothing up and down her back, knowing that the weight of those horrible words were still dragging her down.

“We’ll be home tomorrow.” You murmured softly, lips brushing against her hair and she let out a little sigh, relaxing into your embrace, “and we can forget about those morons. We’re both loved and supported and for now that’s all that really matters.”

Alex let out a quiet grunt at that, burrowing deeper into your embrace. She knew none of the comments said today were directed specifically at her, but hearing people speak like that had just been a shock, even after the week the team had had. She was so pent up already that she couldn’t let it slide off this time, it stung enough she’d had to leave the room and that didn’t happen very often. Especially in work situations, and she knew that was another reason it was weighing her down. As a profiler she was supposed to be able to keep her cool and not let things show when they bothered her.

Her gaze settled on the tv, focussing on it instead of the thoughts wilding around inside her brain. She let out a small sigh at the feeling of your fingers softly playing with her hair and she couldn’t help the way her lips curved up into a smile. Being curled in your arms, the warmth of your body next to hers was grounding her, pulling her back to where she needed to be, reminding her that she was safe, where she needed to be. It didn’t matter where in the world she was as long as she had you, you were her safe space. Each stroke of your hand on her skin calmed her, helped lull her into a state of relaxation. She left a kiss on your collarbone, her lips brushing against your skin when she spoke softly,

“Thank you.”

In return you simply pressed another kiss to the top of her head, squeezing tightly at her for a moment before you relaxed into the embrace.

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[devivi12]

<3 Cats have 7 lives, right? <3 Well, Katsuki has only 6 left now.

[redrobin-detective]

Uh oh sisters, without really thinking about it I opened up a doc and started officially outling this atla fic I’ve been playing with for a few days years. I’ve been heartily restraining myself from working on new fic bc mdd is almost done and if I get distracted now I’ll never get back to it.

[mykingdomforapen]

I don't think I've worked this bloody hard on a fic in an extremely long time. Well done, boys. You've broken me.

[kavennnn]

thoughts on the new coil chapter? Sorry im losing my mind rn and have no one to bounce ideas off of

im not okay, the ending is actually terrifying, but it makes sense bcos dazai was trying to figure out how to use the basilisk from tom and he definitely doesnt actually want to kill pomfrey. i rlly thought that they were gonna use a spell to recover the letter so i was surprised w/ that. i rlly dont know what to expect next (other than dueling club, obviously) bcos i was sure that mori saying that dazai would kill poppy that he meant that he eventually would, not the next damn chapter. snape will probably be in charge of brewing the potion now but i cant imagine dazai actually doing anything to him, but being tasked to kill him might lead to smthn and snape might help him, but idrk, or he might not even be tasked to hurt him bcos pomfrey had to do w/ her knowing abt the mafia and they dont know if snape knows, but if he's trying to stop the potion from being brewed and snape possibly could know abt the mafia and dazai is in the mafia so it's not like killing ppl is the very very last resort, i think snape will atleast eventually be a target, maybe mcgonagall first, since pomfrey is gone then the month probably doesnt matter as much, if mcgonagall makes it clear that she knows of the mafia she will be next. idk tho

[kachikirby]

Kirby: Mysterious Incident on the Pupupu Train! - Chapter 9: Protect Everyone!

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Kirby continued to gather strength. His hands were numb, and he felt dizzy, but he didn’t let up. The Jet Copy Ability used stored power to attack enemies by headbutting and kicking into them. Kirby had used this Copy Ability several times before, but this was the first time he was using it to store so much power. Would he even be able to lift something as heavy as the train? He didn’t know. But Kirby didn’t hesitate.

“Strength… the strength… I need the strength…!”

The meteor gradually drew closer. He heard the driver speak through the communication device.

“A bit more… just a bit more, Mr. Kirby… Just a little…!”

Kirby clenched both his fists. He had only one chance. If he failed, there wouldn’t be enough time for him to store up strength. He heard tense breathing from the driver, who was staring intently at the screen. Then, it happened.

“Kirby, now!”

Kirby looked straight ahead and shouted.

“EXPLODINNNGGGGGG… JUMP!!”

The tank on his back blew out a tremendous flame. However, the Pupupu Train continued to travel on the tracks. There was no sign of it rising up. Kirby kept a straight face and yelled.

“TAAAHHHHH! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP!!"

He felt like he could hear the voices of everyone on the train.

“Do your best, Kirby!”

“Kirby! Kirby!”

Kirby opened his mouth wide.

“TAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!! I’M DOING IT!!”

The train slowly rose. The passengers were trembling and calling out to Kirby rom their rooms.

“Yes! Yes! Keep going, Kirby!”

“Ora ora ora ora!”

“Please do it!!”

Kirby put more and more effort into it.

“More and more! BIG, BIG BIG JUMP!”

The train left from the track at a steep angle and rushed through space towards the meteor.

Kirby continued to shout.

“Not yet! Not yet! TAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

The train rose so fast that it barely grazed the meteor.

From the cabin, the driver shouted. “Good job, Mr. Kirby! Now for me to do my job! Just leave it to me!”

He checked the direction of the train and looked at the speedometer.

“Landing a jumping vehicle on the tracks is insane, but…”

The sparkling train tracks projected onto the screen and the driver shouted.

“It’s the job of a driver to protect the passengers! UOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

At that moment, there was a massive impact that caused the whole train to nearly flip over. The last car was hit by the meteor and destroyed. The driver went pale.

“We couldn’t dodge it…?! Then the passengers…!?”

At that moment, the conductor’s voice came through the speakers.

“This is the conductor. The cargo hold has been destroyed.”

“The passenger cars?! What about the passenger cars!?”

“The passenger cars are safe. I am currently checking on the passengers.”

“I see… don’t push yourself too hard.”

The driver let out a deep breath.

“The passenger car is safe! Only the freight car was damaged! Everyone is safe!”

He tightened his expression and gripped the lever.

“I must…protect! Protect the passengers!”

(SCREEEEECHHHHH)

With a roar, the Pupupu train landed on the stretched track and picked up speed.

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The conductor and maid called out as they made their way down the hallway of the passenger car.

“Is everyone safe? Are any of you injured?”

One after the other, the doors of each room opened up and the passengers peeked out.

“That was a massive tremor! I screamed when I thought we were gonna be hit by the meteor!”

“So the plan was a success and Kirby did it?”

“Yeah! A huge success!”

The conductor and maid gave a smile as cheers resounded.

“We’re safe! We’re safe!”

“Hooray! Let’s party!”

Within the uproar, Bandana Waddle Dee shouted.

“What about Kirby? We have to quickly help him out!”

Pushing aside the Waddle Dees, King Dedede appeared.

“Ow ow ow…I hit my head against the wall! Stupid Kirby, couldn’t he have been a bit more gentle with the jumping?!”

“Your highness…!”

“I’m gonna go complain. You all wait here.”

Dedede opened up the car window.

“I’ll join you.”

The voice came from Meta Knight. The two of them exited the window. Kirby was unconscious on top of the train with both of his hands still grasping the top of the train. His jet tank was cold after using up all the charge from it. King Dedede and Meta Knight landed next to him and called out.

“Are you really sleeping? Get up, Kirby!”

“You did well, Kirby. Thanks to you, everyone made it out safely.”

However, Kirby did not regain consciousness.

“Chef Kawasaki’s gonna make a whole feast for you.”

Kirby’s eyes did not open.

“He didn’t wake up even though I said he was going to have a feast. This is serious…” Meta Knight said with worry.

“That’s not even trying! If you wanna wake up Kirby, here’s what you do!”

Dedede reached into his gown and pulled out a bright red maximum tomato.

Meta Knight was taken aback.

“Why would you bring that out here…?”

“It’s a king’s preference. Eat up, Kirby!”

He shoved the Maximum Tomato in front of Kirby’s mouth. Maximum Tomatoes are Kirby’s favorite food, so it caused him to instantly spring awake.

“Waah! A Maximum Tomato! Thank you for the food!”

Kirby suddenly gained a lot of energy, opened his mouth, and gulped the maximum tomato down. With an utterance of “good grief” from Meta Knight, he stood up.

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All the passengers gathered in the dining car for a huge party. Of course, it was a sweets party.

“I’ve made lots of cakes! They’re new recipes that I’m proud of! We’re celebrating the fact that we avoided the meteor, so everyone eat as much as you like!” Chef Kawasaki said with a shining face.

Cheers rose from the passengers. “Hurray!”

“To commemorate the success of avoiding the meteor!”

While everyone was overjoyed, Captain Vul tried to quietly leave the dining car without being noticed, but was stopped by a concerned Chef Kawasaki.

“Where are you going, Captain Vul? Do you not want to participate in the sweets party?”

“…I have no right to participate in it.” He replied in a solemn voice. “I’ve caused everyone trouble. I’m returning to my room.”

Chef Kawasaki ran over to him. “You told the truth and returned the sugar, so that’s enough.”

“But...”

“What does everyone else think? Can Vul participate in the party?”

The chef looked around at everyone’s faces. The first person to raise their voice was Kirby. “He can!” He shouted, raising both of his hands. “It’ll be more delicious if everyone eats together! Now come and sit down, Vul!”

The passengers looked at each other before responding.

“Well, him hiding the sugar was pretty awful…”

“He said he’s sorry, so I’ll forgive him.”

“It’s as Kirby said, sweets are better when eaten together!”

Similar comments rose up, but Vul’s face didn’t lighten up.

“…I’m glad that you say that, but… it’s humiliating as the captain of the Halberd…”

“Of course, you will have to be punished.” Meta Knight said.

“…I am prepared to accept it.”

“Starting tomorrow, you are forbidden from eating sweets.”

Vul, who had been hanging his head, shot up in shock. “No… sweets…?”

“It’ll also help with your diet so you can kill two birds with one stone.”

“Y… yeah…” Vul blinked. “But if I’m forbidden from eating sweets, then I can’t participate in the party today, right…?”

“Meta Knight said “tomorrow”. You can participate in the party today!” Chef Kawasaki said.

“B…but…!”

In response to Vul’s complex expression, the chef replied. “It’ll be fine. I made a lot of snacks that you can eat even if you are on a diet. I’ve made tofu cake, coconut milk agar, and other delicious dessert recipes that won’t make you fat!”

“…what?! Tofu cake… agar…!?”

Vul trembled as if he was struck by lightning.

“D…desserts like that exist…?!”

“Yeah! So you should participate in the party!”

“U… uu… you have my gratitude… thank you so much, Chef Kawasaki!”

“If that’s what you’ve decided, then let’s start right now! Cheers, everyone!” King Dedede said.

Everyone raised their glasses full of juice.

“Cheers! Cheers!”

“Thank you, Kirby, and to Capsule J2 as well!”

“I don’t remember much about what happened… but it was something amazing, right?” Capsule J2 said, embarrassed.

“Yeah, it was amazing!”

“It was thanks to you that Kirby was able to have enough strength to do it!”

“You’re the greatest!”

“It’s not just Kirby and Capsule J2 we should be grateful for, we should also thank the crew of the Pupupu Train. We would not be successful if it wasn’t for them.” Meta Knight said.

Everyone shouted in agreement.

“That’s right! Thank you, driver, conductor, and maid!”

“Snacks have been delivered to the cabin. I have a message from the driver. He said “Thank you very much for using the Pupupu Train. Although there was a slight incident, the train will continue its trip unhindered.”.” Bandana Waddle Dee said.

The passengers smiled and applauded.

“It’s not just the crew of the train, but I’d also like to thank York. He carefully wrapped a blanket around me so I didn’t get hurt.” Waddle Doo said.

“Same here. That guy went to each cabin one by one to make sure all the passengers were safe. I don’t like him, but I’d like to thank him anyway.” Bonkers added.

Everyone saw York sitting in the corner of the room.

The maid spoke up. “I’m really glad that no one was hurt, president. President… um… president?”

Even when he was called out to, York didn’t respond. In contrast to the joyful passengers, he seemed devastated, not even participating in the cheers and just mumbling to himself.

“The cargo hold… it took so much effort to collect those slumbercumbers…!”

Hearing this, King Dedede threw his head back. “Too bad for you. Your moneymaking scheme has collapsed!”

“…”

“That means you can’t do anything bad!”

York was completely depressed and continued to talk to himself.

“But… there’s one box… only the box that was carried to the kitchen was safe…”

No one was listening to his monologue anymore. Everyone was smiling and chatting as they ate the cakes that were brought in one after another. However, Meta Knight was the only one staring at him with sharp eyes.

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