#and booooom :D

[rustic-space-fiddle]

Things I love about EPIC: The Musical

Greek mythology hehehehehhehe (my weakness)

Little Ajax

The slightly different styles in each segment but the overarching cohesiveness

The crew singing choral vocals for Odysseus

POLITES *screaming crying throwing up*

The crew introducing Eurylochus but Odysseus introducing Polites

Odysseus’s ‘Ha ha HA Haaaaa!” What a smug lil $h!*

His whole description of Athena ~ fanboy energy

“Bestest of friends(?)!” “Okay chill kid” ”okay :D”

Polites definitely almost knocking himself out with lotus before Odysseus definitely takes it away like “oh honey no”

POLITES *STILL CRYING AND THROWING UP*

The RUMBBBBLING BOOOOOMS when Polyphemus enters—WOOO YOU CAN FEEL THE FEAR IN HIS FOOTSTEPS (also: heartbeats!)

I’m not a musically intelligent person so forgive me but the way the “take from you like you took from me / gift from you and a gift from me” sounds just makes my brain so happy

If music is math then that is definitely some solid well done math

“Nooooooobody, noooooooooobody, noo~ooOOOOOOOOOOOOH~bodyyyyyy”

“WATCH OUUUUUT!” *AGGRESSIVE CHORUS*

“My brothers-!” yall I’m gonna freakin cry

The visceral death sounds when the club comes out

Polyphemus’s voice slowing like a giant robot powering down to show him falling asleep

The sound slowly fading in as Odysseus takes in the death around him (I imagine he’s looking at the remains of Polites)

The sound Athena makes whenever she appears or disappears (NOTICE SHE DOESNT MAKE THAT SOUND WHEN SHE LEAVES FOR THE LAST TIME! just empty wind…)

“HEY CYCLOPS!”

“The next time that you dare choose not to spare, remember them.” UGH BEAUTIFUL

The growl in “REMEMBER ME.”

Ship sounds!

The entirety of “My Goodbye”. It’s just such a good argument song and I love it so much.

Odysseus’s angry “HEY.” when Athena basically blames the death of his friends on his kindness.

The fact that Odysseus isn’t afraid to absolutely WRECK Athena verbally? She has definitely killed and turned people into spiders for less

You can tell he felt a little bad about it and that she actually was kinda hurt by it too (silence is a heckuva tool)

“Aim for the island in the sky” oh yeah I’m listening to a Greek myth wHEEEZE

Eurylochus slowly getting on Odysseus’s nerves till he literally has to pull him aside and tell him to stfu

No but actually Eurylochus is not being a real one rn he is not being helpful

The wind god ( *0v0*)

“Why are my eyes and my heart and my soul so heavy?” WOW OKAY DANG

Poseidon’s entrance — DANG SON THE POWER OF THE SEA IS PALPABLE

“Ruthlessness is mercy—DIE.”

The crew calling for their captain as they’re taken by the sea

THE AUDACITY OF POSEIDON TO REMIND ODYSSEUS OF HIS OWN WORD—“when does a ripple become a tidal wave/ when does a man become a monster”—DURING THIS CRISIS. WHAT A PETTY JERK (do it again)

Eurylochus try to confess and Odysseus refusing to let him. There three reasons I think this is: 1) he doesn’t know why he wants to confess but he literally does not have time for his #2 to be having a moment rn. 2) he knows what Eurylochus did and is choosing to keep him quiet because he needs the crew not to dwell on this/he’s trying not to punch him in the face. 3) he knows what he did and he’s saying “stfu” as a way of forgiveness. All of these are great options imo

“We couldn’t resist!” “What was it?” “A woman!” “…w h a t. -_-“ my man is fed up rn

“We have to save them!” “NO WE DON’T” EURYLOCHUS WTF IS WRONG W YOU BRO

Hermes’s insane laugh !!!! LOVE

Hermes’s entire song

Rhyming “Be hurt” with “beat her” BRAIN SO HAPPY

Someofthamagic~ BRAIN SO HAPPY AGH

The fight between Odysseus and Circe~ so evenly matched! Wits, power, but she beat him! She beat him even though he didn’t cave.

“I dug the root up w my bare hands!” “Hermes gave it to you didn’t he” “…okay fine yes but rGARDLESS—“

The fact that Odysseus calls Penelope his power

Circe’s empathetic sigh because she’s not a monster, she’s a protector, and her heart has been touched by Odysseus’s earnestness and love for his wife and for his brothers

HER OUTRO WAHHHHHHH

[writeshite]

OMG luce is back at it BOOOOOM. DO I KNOW WHO TO REQUEST FEO: no. Do I know it'll be angsty af? YES! Should I keep writing my own ff instead of writing Requests? Kinda. Also I just stepped on my MacBook and i think its dead- NYways enough from my life :)

Of course it's gonna be for morphy again, cus I love that man.

So. There ist this one guy, who cheated death in Greek mythology (wikilink) . So my Idea is that there is someone on earth who does the same, best woul be to set it in the mid 18th hundred bc of the clothes, I love the clothes.

Death had been chasing that boy for like a while, but genuinely cant discover him and when she does reader always runs away. So she asks dream for a bit help, and the the good lil brother he is, he agrees to help. He and Lucien read through nearly all the books in the library, dont find that boy in the dream books though, but they find his diary.

Morpheus reads through it and starts sympathizing with the reader, so he visits them. They argue and he starts liking them more. The rest be urs :D I just cant put things in words rn. <\3

I really loved how u made my other Request in a wonderful fanfic so... I thought why not Request again.!

Greets Luce ~

One More Lifetime Won't Kill Anyone

Summary:

“You wouldn’t like what comes after,” she warns. The prospect of eternity is hard enough as an immortal being, but as a human, it could drive one mad - grief is but just one of many things you’d have to contend with.  You consider it but then ask, “I won’t like what comes after,” you scoff, “if you’re so adamant about getting me to come with you, make me,” you challenge. She sighs, “You won’t. You’re almost too human, too kind,” you tell her, “and for that, I am thankful.”

Pairings:

Morpheus x Male!Reader

Tags:

Angst | Fluff | Mild Smut | Inspired By The Myth Of Sisyphus | Evading Death | Discussion of Death & Mortality | This Author Regrets Nothing

Words: 3182

Author's Note:

You will not believe the amount of math I had to do for this.

Death first crosses your path at eight. The plague traveled through the village - the doors were sealed days prior, windows shut, and with no contact with the outside world, your grandmother’s body was still fresh. Still on her bed beside her, your cousin was slumped; she’d stopped hacking out blood and could barely speak; the bile gathered at the corner of her lips; every so often, she would reach out her hand, and you’d curl even further in the corner. The house stank of sick, and your stomach provided a reminder you were still alive. 

When people passed, they’d mutter prayers; the plague doctor came once a day; when you responded to his calls, he would tut and leave you, ignoring your protests. You used to pound at the door, but with your energy lacking, you only begged. When Death came, she was kind. Your cousin took her hand and stood anew - dead, but anew - your grandmother followed suit, and then she turned to you. You shook your head, though; you couldn’t die; you were healthy; the ailment had yet to curse your veins.

“I’m sorry,” she comforted you. She directed the three of you from the house - you the only one corporeal - Death led from the village, the path evened out, bumps vanishing, and people fading away. The light, as it would come to be called centuries later, shone brightly. The other two were ecstatic that or had already resigned themselves to their fate; you, on the other hand, were terrified. Eight years old. Eight years old, and you turned away from Death and ran. Away from the light. Away from the village. You ignored her calls, covered your ears when your grandmother cried out for you and pleaded you return to paradise.

Like every child, you thought the forest was a perfect hiding place. The bramble pierced your feet, branches grabbing at your clothes; you stumbled through a shrub, and the ground vanished beneath you. Pulled down by gravity, you fumbled down the cliff, body contorting as it spun; the aching pain of your neck breaking was the last you felt before you died. That should have been the end.

Your village is barely what it was when you return, twenty years passed, and the old path was all that was left. The plague had done its work, and after, the lord of the land - the smell of burning flesh festered, but you ignored it through your work. The makeshift tombstones had taken the better half of a week to make; with no knowledge of Latin, English, or any of the upper languages, you’d elected to carve - as best as you could - your family’s faces. You’d erected them far from the main path, secluded beneath an old peach tree, “Sorry about running off back then,” you muttered.

You hadn’t stuck much near home; scared Death would be waiting; the first few days after not dying had been painful, your neck resetting itself slowly, all the while, you could barely move. Stuck staring up at the canopy, praying Death wouldn’t stumble across you. You’d survived on stealing from the carriages and people that passed through the woods - a hefty reward had been set up after you’d stolen from some noble, but it was well past disregarded. “Is it nice up there?” you asked. “It’s just, I remember how you would speak of the afterlife, and I —” sometimes, in the lowest moments, you regretted running, wishing you could follow along. 

Ale did well to stifle the thoughts, leaving you curled in on yourself as you cried; they were few and far between. You shook your head, “ —never mind.” 

“It depends,” another voiced. You turned, and there she stood, Death, “You look tired,” she observed.

“Usually, people say hello,” you quipped.

“I suppose you’re right. Hello.” She comes to stand beside you, “They’re happy, by the way, a little angry about you running off.”

“Understandable.” You don’t exchange much more small talk before she brings up the glaringly obvious matter of her visit. You step away when she holds out her hand, “Please, you’re long overdue,” she says, reaching out again. But you back away, shaking your head; she calls out your name, not a warning, more cautiously, as you look ten seconds away from bolting.

“Yes, well, I’ll have you know I’m doing quite well,” you tell her.

“Are you?” she asks. And you huff in response, brushing off her hand and bidding the graves your goodbye; you walk fast. Your feet carry you as far as they can; you hear a sigh, then the sound of footsteps; she’s gone when you look back and right in front of you. You halt, “Don’t fight me on this,” she pleads.

You back away, “I’m not going anywhere with you; you can’t make me.”

“I don’t want to —”

“Then don’t.”

“You wouldn’t like what comes after,” she warns. The prospect of eternity is hard enough as an immortal being, but as a human, it could drive one mad - grief is but just one of many things you’d have to contend with. 

You consider it but then ask, “I won’t like what comes after,” you scoff, “if you’re so adamant about getting me to come with you, make me,” you challenge. She sighs, “You won’t. You’re almost too human, too kind,” you tell her, “and for that, I am thankful.”

She lets you go, perhaps agreeing with your statement, but you don’t stop to ask; you run, barely stopping in the woods. You gather what you have hidden away among the trees, weave a new persona, a new life, and stow away on the first ship you can. A modest thing, the inside is damp and cold; you’re sure the captain knows of your presence - judging by the wrapped bread thrown over the crates you hide behind. Death is there sometimes, sat atop the crates; she often glances down at you, offering her hand once in a while, but you turn away, huffing stubbornly.

“Morpheus, I’m your favorite sibling, right?”

The endless in question glances over at Death; she’s laid back, face pinched in irritation, and eyes shut, “Usually, I would say yes, but I feel there’s some sort of baggage to it this time.”

She rubs her temples, “There’s a human —”

“ —Hob?” Morpheus interjects.

“No, not him, another one. He doesn’t, he ran away from me, and no matter what I do, nothing I say will convince him to pass.”

“What does this have to do with me?” he asks. She sits up, and he already knows he’s not going to like this.

He most definitely, does not like this. 

Not the favor, more so the lack of results. The library has nothing on you; he finds your family, friends, and even your village but nothing on you. Lucienne is far luckier; she resurfaces from a mountain of books, a worn-up journal in hand, and on the cover is your name; the first few pages are your childhood - dreary, at best, the plague doesn’t make for such happy moments - after it’s muddled, the writing is a mess. A few pages are caked with dirt and leaves. One even was just soaked in blood. 

“Oh dear,” Lucienne mutters, “It appears the poor boy hasn’t had a very happy life so far –is that seawater?” The next set of pages are just wet, though not too much, as they manage to read some of the writing.

Death came for me again; we had a bit of fun this time, though. The captain got sick of me stowing away in his ship and put me to work…………never peeled so many potatoes in my life…………three days…………don’t know what I’ll do…………

I accidentally married……………………count……………………shit……………………

Morpheus chuckled at the accidental marriage bit; he’d love to hear that story firsthand. “He sounds lovely,” he remarks.

“No matter what I say, you’re going to visit him, aren’t you?” Lucienne notes, and he voices agreement, already leaving the library.

Walking through dreams - not that he doesn’t already do that - your dreams are strange; most people in this century dream of riches, wealth, usurping those above their stations, but you, you dream of a little house with two other people and nothing eventful. 

“Hand me that, dear.” One of the other people, an older woman, she’s making stew, she’s always making stew, and she never eats it. Portioning what little there is to an adolescent - face often blurred and uncertain - and another child. “Oh, no, no, I’m alright. I had some of the bread; I’ll be fine. Eat up, dear; we don’t want you catching the plague so thinly looking.”

“It’s rude to trespass into other people’s minds.” The scene trickles away and is replaced by a void.

“How do you know I am trespassing?” Morpheus asks, “I could be a figment of your imagination.”

You chuckle, form appearing before him, “I doubt my mind could conjure a man of such beauty.” He smiles a little, “A man whose name eludes me.”

“How can it elude if it was never given,” he counters, “You look rather different from what Death described; shouldn’t you be sickly?”

You huff, “It’s been twenty-nine years of running from her, things are bound to change, and when you live so long, well, things get easier.”

“Then why dream of a shabby little hut?” 

“We’ve barely been acquainted, good sir,” you respond.

“Is that an invitation?”

“If you like.”

He very much did - not that he’d admit it to himself - and left the Dreaming, finding himself in the countryside; you’ve done quite well for yourself, looking healthier than you had when Death had last seen you. Your new home - correction manor house - is well spaced, with rolling fields all around, well kept, and very few staff; it’s quite isolated - a home fit for someone undying.

“You don’t look that different awake.” You say from behind him, the reigns of a horse in hand, “In fact, I’d say you look quite average.”

“Insulting me won’t do much to change the subject of my visit.”

“I suppose not,” you hand the reigns over to a waiting stableboy, “shall we?”

“You walk like a noble.” He comments, it’s not that hard to do, really, nose stuck up, face passive, and arms behind your back, you’ve got it down quite well. “You also seemed to have adjusted quickly to —what’s your title?”

“Count,” you reply, relaxing back on the armchair, “What of you? Associate of Death, what title do you hold?”

He chuckles, “I’m no associate, rather a brother fulfilling a favor, and as for a title, Lord of Dreams seems to be universal, but I prefer Morpheus.”

He asks for your name in return, and you give it; you’ve never seen the need to change it with the turning centuries, “Now then, Morpheus, why has Death sent you to my doorstep?”

“She didn’t,” he admits, “her favor required less involvement on my part.”

“And what sort of involvement would that be?” you inquire.

“I’m not quite sure yet,” he responds; you’ve both seemed to have shifted in your seats, leaning closer to the other, “Why? Are you proposing something?”

“Morpheus, we’ve only met. What do you take me for?” You feign innocence, placing a hand on his chest, and push back the lapel of his coat. You’re not sure who leans closer, but you find yourself holding him close, his hands holding your face as you fall to your bed. Clothes were discarded somewhere between the move from where you’d sat, and you didn’t bother to think of them now. Morpheus lowers himself, head nestled between your legs; you grasp him by his hair as he swallows your cock - your moans echoing in the room - he kisses along your thighs when he comes off it, dark eyes glazing back up at you.

Your back arches when he draws an orgasm from you, your legs loosened by the feeling, and you spend many hours finding endless ways to bring each other pleasure. You lie next to Morpheus, “I’ve quite enjoyed your involvement, Morpheus.”

He grins, “I doubt Death will; I’m certain the favor was to garner insight into you.”

“Oh, I think you’ve done that well enough,” you tease, and he sighs, a slight pout to his expression; you roll him onto his back, “let me give you some more insight.”

“Would you like something to cover that up, my lord?” Lucienne jests.

Morpheus is going to keep walking with dignity; he is going to ignore the blatant hickeys along his skin, the flushed look on his face, and his tussled hair. He is also going to ignore Lucienne’s smug little smirk and Death’s glare as he strides past them.

The age of enlightenment, they’re calling it. Rubbish. Traipsing around the world like they own the place, the age of entitlement is more like it. You chuckle at your own joke; your fellow counts and noblemen had been appalled by your commentary, angry that a member of their own caste would say something so indecent. The Renaissance had been no better, but at least you’d had Leonardo, a genius he was, immortalized in so many ways - you’d barely left your manor house after returning from his passing, and she’d been there. Death, gaze steady as you held his hand, “You could follow, come with,” she offered once more.

“I doubt he would; he’s a stubborn old man,” Leonardo had said before Death guided him away.

You’d left his assistant, Salaì, to his matters, then retired to your home - many of the friends you’d come to know had either passed or gone senile; their children and grandchildren had grown weary of you, “You’ve never aged a day,” they’d say, and you’d shrug, dismissing the conversation.

“Is this seat taken?”

You glance up from your mug of ale; the foam is long gone, and the taste is stale, “Of course, who else would I be reserving it for?” you quip. It’s still strange to see Morpheus among humans, they don’t seem to register him as anything other than a man, but after the years you’d spent avoiding Death - and distracting him - you’d come to know how to pick out otherworldly beings from a crowd. The endless dons 18th Century apparel befit a nobleman, his hair held back and a grim expression on his face - perhaps concern. You’d be remiss to dismiss him; he’d become quite the shadow over the years, especially today - the anniversary of your family’s death - morning hours at the grave, evening hours at the bar. 

He placed a hand on your glass before you could take another swig, “It’s still light out; at least let me get through a few glasses before you cut me off.”

“I did, last year, and we woke up in another country,” he reminds you.

You laugh, “Oh, don’t pout, Morpheus,” you pout back, over exaggerating all the while, but he doesn’t budge, and you groan. “You’re no fun; you know that? Can’t you let me live out my dreams?”

“Getting blackout drunk is your dream?”

You purse your lips and nod, “Today? Yes.”

“This isn’t healthy,” he chastises you, and you scoff.

“Says who? I’ve lived a long life; I deserve to kick back and drown myself in alcohol,” you tell him, running a hand around the rim of your glass, you haven’t had enough to get you drunk, but you’re on the edge of tipsy. You brush his hand away and knock back the rest of your drink, a satisfied smile on your face. “Cheer up, Morpheus; I’ve got enough dread to endure today.”

“There are other, healthier ways to cope with grief.”

You almost laugh, snickering at his statement, “Oh, please, what do you know of grief?” You ask him, “What could a creature of eternity know of suffering?” you seethed.

“I know well of suffering,” he defended, “I’ve lived far longer than you could ever imagine.”

You scoffed, “Suffering? You hold more power in your hand than anyone could fathom, and you think you could grasp the finite pain that boils through me?” You turned to him with a breathy laugh and the onset of tears, “You walk among gods; I hide in their shadows. Our suffering cannot be compared, perhaps you have suffered, but could you ever comprehend the mortal toil that stains my world?”

“You think my life free of turmoil,” he sadly mused.

“Is it not? You do not fear Death; she is your sister. You do not experience hunger; it is beneath you. You do not suffer thirst, illness, or fear. Your immortality was yours from birth, mine, a once fortunate accident.”

“You’ve become resentful of me.” It’s less of an observation; your journal entries at the library have become more haphazard than before, and a few unfinished sentences mention him, but without context or elaboration, what else is he to assume but the worst?

“Oh no, not you, more so myself….my stupid, cowardly self….” you lament, laughing as tears fall from your eyes. Your memories of the past, before this mess, have become hazy, your dreams have no faces, their voices carry in the distance when they speak - never clear, never certain, you’ve forgotten what so many people sound like by now, “My mind’s become forgetful,” you tell him, “I can’t remember anything that well anymore, well, except you I suppose, but then again,” you brush your hand against his, “you are a constant aren’t you?”

He smiles a little, “Always.” He accompanies you back home, and you lie atop him, mind muddled and slumber stricken; he watches over you when Death approaches. She stands by the bed, face painted with disappointment. 

“You can’t keep doing this, Morpheus; I asked for your help; falling in love with him isn’t doing that.” Death lectured.

Morpheus glanced down at you, “He needs me,” he argued.

“Does he? Or do you need him?” she counters. “I know you’ve come to care for him, but he is spiraling; you saw it. How many more years do you think he’ll manage before he goes mad?”

“He won’t. I’ll be there; I’ll always be there,” Morpheus proclaims.

The 21st Century is rather strange; technology has excelled beyond what you’d ever imagined; despite the choice of travel, you’ve elected to return home, close to the site of your long-gone village. A site now in the hands of a museum, alongside your family’s gravestones, they’d taken down the peach tree, excavated, and placed everything else behind a glass pane. You’d put off buying the land for decades, the area had never been popular, so interest was never an issue, but now, glancing at the exhibit, you felt everything and nothing all at once.

Unlucky victims of the plague….

You couldn’t read it without scoffing; what business did they have digging up the gravestones? You feel seconds away from buckling, and as you’re about ready to do so, a hand slips into yours; you hadn’t heard Morpheus approach - mind you, you could barely focus on anything - he lightly tugs, and you turn, hiding away in his embrace.

End Note:

Originally, I was gonna have this end so sad, but then, I decided to be kind. 🙂 Stay Hydrated.

[thenewfuture]

OH MY G-D HE HAS THE COPY ABILITY!!!!!

Grrrrrr!

Grrrrr!

Mrrrgraaahhgaaah!!!

Haaa!

*Shing, shiing!*

*The Beast Monokumas charge at Kebi, but Kebi is ready. And using his newfound...."claws"? ...Slashes the Beast Monokumas*

Wh-what the hell happened to him....?

His stance...and those claws he grew....

It's just like them...like those Monokumas...

*Shing, shing!* *Slash, slash!*

Grrrooooooohhh.... *Booooom!*

*The Monokumas have all been destoyed...*

Hurrrrk! Huuurrrkkk!

Blaaaarrrghhh!

*Kebi grows back down and changes back to his original shape...*

.....?

You are.....one strange little machine, you know that?

But this makes it the third time you've saved my life. Today in fact too.... I have to keep up.

[sentientstump]

Hellow! \o/ (It's Max!)

Some questions:

1) Favorite warm beverage?

2) What is an ideal amount of sleep for you?

3) Free pass to talk as little or as much as you'd like about something that's been on your mind lately. I'm curious >:]

ayyy hows it going!! heyo heyo :D

1) oi i dunno about this one, lemme think..... hmm seems like i dont like warm stuff because i get burns easily sooo... will warm instant coffee with milk count? i remember i drank it in 2016 and it was tastier than warm tea so i guess thats my final answer ":D

2) currently its 6 hours or 6:30. i know this because of a health diary we had to fill every day B]

3) dude! clouds are so crazy recently!! like in a good way and in a literal way. i look outside and theres anvils. theres anvils in our freaking valley!! i havent seen those here at all before oh and also: thunderstorms are frequent as well!! i think it hit our town once it was all like: flash ..... BOOOOOM wewewewewew (<- multiple car sirens lol) my bro was the witness, i was half asleep so idk where it hit exactly ^^"

thank u for these questions! 🙇🙇 and also thank u for letting me be excited about clouds lol xD

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

High Roller Hell.

[Outside the High Roller, 9:30pm]

This place? This is the place where you said you’d found they were hiding?

Yes. Do you know it?

...Not especially well. Though this place has certainly been the grounds for a few of our...past problems.

Still, our relationship with the manager is a solid one, and Kurafto is heavily acquainted with them.

Which means it checks out. 

Quite. Though I’ll ask again, how was it that you came by this place? How did you figure it out?

...Well, now that we’re here, I suppose there’s not much harm in telling you.

I discovered that another one of the Foundation employees was in league with Naegi. I found her and...coaxed the information out of her.

Coaxed it out of...what did you do?

It’s not important. What matters now is that we seize Makoto Naegi, Mukuro Ikusaba and Kuripa Kurafto, and we do it for certainty this time.

Why are you so serious about all of this Munakata?

Your days with the Future Foundation are over; the Final Killing Game was over 8 years ago now. 

Or is it that you just can’t help living in the past?

What good does looking forward to a brighter future matter if it’s never going to come.

If the Final Killing Game taught me anything, it’s that I can’t place my faith in anyone.

I trusted Chisa. I trusted Tengan, and I trusted Juzo. And all of them turned their backs on me...!

That’s wrong...! I can’t speak up for Tengan, but Yukizome’s actions were not her fault. Aside from that, even after you left him for dead, Sakakura supported you until his last breath!

YOUR the one who betrayed HIM!

If you’re trying to guilt me, it isn’t working. Juzo existed only as another curveball that this rotten world threw my way!

Him, Chisa, Tengan, the Future Foundation, Organization Zetsubou...

I’m finally starting to understand...just how sick the world is...

And we exist to cure it. We exist to save it. You know that.

...

*Munakata suddenly notices that a lot of the soldiers Byakuya brought with him are looking tense, preparing their weaponry, and glancing in Munakata’s direction.

Yes...I do...

But now I know for sure that curing such an incurable diseased world is nothing more than a fantasy...

It would be much easier...to burn it all down...

*He suddenly takes a remote out of his jacket pocket and presses a button on it...!

*BOOOOOM!!* *CRASSH!* *BOOOOOOMM!!!!*

!!!!!!???

*Byakuya stumbles back in shock and horror, as the High Roller suddenly gets hit with several explosions!

WHAT DID YOU DO!?

I foresaw any eventuality that could come out of this...and decided that this was the most effective thing to do to stop the fugitive’s for good...

You MAD DOG! There are innocent people in that building!

Small price to pay if you ask me...I care not about any...collateral damage...

NGGH!

*Byakuya waves his hand.

MEN! ARREST KYOSUKE MUNAKATA THIS INSTANT!

*The soldiers, prepared for this, rush in towards Munakata.

Tch...!

*Munakata brandishes his sword and weaves through the bullets. He runs his blade through the soldiers, heavily wounding them, and killing two.

!!?

HRAAGH!

*SLASH!*

AAAGH!

*Byakuya also pulls out a gun of his own and attempts to attack Munakata, but the eyepatch wearing swordsman swiftly slices Byakuya’s knee. Byakuya falls to the ground, and Munakata stamps on his head.

I have my own intentions with Makoto Naegi...so regrettably I cannot allow you to seize him before I do...

However...I’ll be sure to send you Kuripa Kurafto and Mukuro Ikusaba’s corpses as my way of saying...thanks...

Y-ghough...You won’t...get away with thiiis!

I already have...

AAGH!

*Munakata kicks Byakuya, then rushes into the blazing building!

...D-Dgh...! Muna...kata....!!

*Byakuya heaves himself to one knee, his other one still bleeding, but as he rightens himself, he suddenly hears approaching footsteps behind him.

Huh...?

GRAAGH! GACK!

What have you done...!? WHAT HAVE YOU DOOOONE!?

*Kuripa, Makoto, Shuichi, Kaede, Kaito, Maki and Karma all arrive on the scene as Munakata exaunts. Enraged by the sight before him, Kuripa approaches Byakuya and grasps him firmly by the throat, choking the life out of him.

K-Kuraf...to!? Wh-What are you...doing out here!?

Kuripa! Let him go!

...

*GAAASP!*

*Kuripa drops Byakuya, and he hurries to catch his breath.

Wh-What are you-!?

Munakata was right. This whole time we were taking refuge at the High Roller. But we’d already left by the time you arrived. We just got back from Shikoku.

Wh-What the hell were you doing in Shikoku!?

I’ll explain later, but the point is, Munakata did find out...and he did so by torturing Kaede Akamatsu...

...

*Makoto indicates to Kaede, who is now resting on the back of an ambulance, still wrapped in Kaito’s jacket.

N-No...that can’t...be...

Oh, can’t it? Well maybe it’d make you feel better if you knew that he was WITH ZETSUBOU THE WHOLE TIME!?

WHAT?!

Come on man!? Didn’t you think it was odd when he suddenly sent through that “evidence” to you? Despite being incognito for so many years!?

Zetsubou set Boss up and then sent that Narukami-ass motherfucker your way to make sure that their plan to frame him went oh so smoothly! And you FELL FOR IT!

...I...no...!

Byakuya, don’t worry. It’s not your fault.

Balls to that! Of course it’s his fault! IT’S ALL HIS FAULT!

I agree with Kuripa...

I know for a fact that Mrs Kyoko wouldn’t have fallen for it.

...

Shuichi, don’t you think you’re taking things a bit too far-

NO! I’M NOT!

!!?

Every bad thing that’s happened to the Future Foundation happened because of Organization Zetsubou, and the fact that you ALLOWED it to happen!?

And now look what’s happened! You stand in front of a burning building with innocent people inside it, not as an Acting Chairman, but as nothing more than a Zetsubou pawn!

I hope you’re proud of yourself...

...!?

*Byakuya turns his head to hide his horror.

Byakuya, listen. I don’t care anymore.

A lot of stuff has happened to me over the last 24 hours and I can’t cope with it any longer...

I will gladly turn myself in to the Future Foundation...All I ask is that you fix this! 

...

???: *cough!* 

!!?

*Kuripa suddenly hears a familiar sounding voice come from the entrance.

*COUGH!* Gaah!

KANA-CHAN!

!!?

*Kuripa and Maki rush over and help the injured and sick Kana up.

Kana-chan, are you ok!?

Y-Yeah...I’m ok...I’ve got a few burns I think, but they’ll heal...

But...everyone else...

Calm down. Please, we need you to tell us where everyone else is. If you do, we’ll rescue them in no time.

A-Ah...Iroha-chan, Syobai-kun and pretty much everyone else were in the staff room round the back of the building...There’s a fire exit b-back there, but it’s been jammed shut!

Munakata must’ve blocked it...It seems that Kokichi and the other’s weren’t merely collateral damage after all; he’s actively trying to kill them.

...

But...other than that...Mr Hayamoto and Ms Rokuhana are stranded in the kitchen...a-and Mr Ouma...I tried to go to him, but he’s trapped in the main lobby. I wanted to help, but he told me to run.

Come on, there’s no way Kokichi would put his own safety above someone else’s...!?

Kokichi’s not entirely the man he was...If he was willing to shelter the two fugitive’s...

This is our fault...w-we should never have gotten Kokichi involed...!

Oh STOP MOPING AND START MOVING!

!!?

!!?

!!?

!!?

!!?

!!?

!!?

!!?

*Shuichi’s sudden yell of rage and power stuns everyone.

Soldiers! Any of you who can stand! Hurry up and get that fire put out!

Kaito! Maki! You go with a handful of guys and break open that locked fire exit! Get everyone trapped in the staff room out safe and sound!

Makoto! Kuripa! Togami! The two of you try and get into the kitchen! It’s by the rear, and get Hayamoto and Rokuhana out!

The rest of you make sure to tend to whatever wounded come your way!

Soldiers: ...Um...

*The soldiers stand with unrest as the Detective boy starts barking orders.

...

*Byakuya finally rightens himself.

What are you waiting for!? Do as he says!

Soldiers: ...!

*As soon as Byakuya gives them the go ahead, the soldiers immediately set to work. They summon fire engines on the dot, and do whatever they can to control the fire.

Shuichi...wh-what about Kokichi...

...

Don’t worry...I’ll get him myself...

W-Wait...! Wait, hold on!

*Before Kaede can stop him, Shuichi crouches down, and...

YAAAAAAAAAAAGGGH!!

*breaks out into a huge sprint, straight towards the raging flames!

SHUICHI! 

BRO! HOLD ON!

You maniac! Are you trying to get yourself killed!?

*Shuichi ignores these cries and dives straight into the flames, disappearing from sight!

SHUICHIIII!

That moron...!

*And no sooner does he vanish, Kuripa rushes straight after him!

KURIPA! WAIT!

*But Makoto’s cries also fall on deaf ears, as Kuripa also vanishes from sight.

[ccckie-warz]

CHUCK IT AT A JELLYWALKER! >:D

🎨)"HA! YEAH! That's what I'm pla--!" Gumball Cookie was quickly pushed aside by a slightly shorter cookie, and he gasps as he frantically makes sure he doesn't drop his fragile, glass gumball canon full of dangerous explosives 🍒)"I MADE NEW EXPLOSIVES TOO!!" Cherry jumps up and down, running out of the room before coming back in with a HUGE, unlit cherry bomb. "TA DAAAA!!" 🎨)"Ugh! They aren't JUST explosives, Cherry! It's ART!" He securely straps his cannon to his back, crossing his arms. "As if you would ever understand!" 🍒)"Why are you worrying about ART when we're in an APOCALYPSE?? We gotta go BOOOOOM!" She giggles, gesturing wildly with her arms as she spoke. "Your art is BORING anyway!" 🎨)Gumball gasps, his face quickly filling with anger. "You take that BACK!" 🍒)"HAHA! MAKE ME!"

[bskarsgardlove92]

This crush thing made me think and realise some stuff. Some people, I had a crush on, it turned into admiration. I still love them and watch every movie, they’re in, their interviews etc. But it’s not really a ‘crush’ anymore. But a very deep and genuine admiration.

And I felt bad to leave so many people out lol Like what about Alex Skarsgard, Alex Hogh Andersen, Sam Heughan...They are in my (personal) list. But then again I decided to put Darren Criss and Chris Evans in my Top 5, as I’m a fan of them for over 10 years and it felt wrong to leave them out? I don’t make any sense haha Bill was obvious. I love that dude! And Joe Mazzello, I have a really huge crush on him since Bohemian Rhapsody! He gives me such domestic vibes. He’s like the only man I’d want to get married to and have children with :D If you would tell my 4 or 5 year old self, that I’d have a crush on him around 22 years after seeing Jurassic Park, I probably would’ve run away lmao And Henry Cavill, damn. I had a crush on Henry around 2013-2015 but it lessened a bit? Still watched his movies and found him attractive. But then came The Witcher. BOOOOOM he put a spell on me again!

Anyway it was fun doing it and interesting to see, who your crushes are :)

[my-d4rling]

O que aconteceu com a sua amiga a dona do Tumblr da Observa-d-o-r-a ?

Aparentemente ela desativou, e poxa faz um booooom tempo que não falo com ela, inclusive saudades daquela doidinha

[ry0m1t]

whatt if i write dozn our entiree kinn list

itt will bee like

ahaha funn character is see myyself in then

booooom

mentally ills characteers thaat seems to havee the sqme symptomes as me :D

(coddy / kai in co front)

[pannoors-blog]

─────── • 🌸 • ──────── weclome ,its kpop bios , alot of people dont know what to write in bio so here u will find bts bio part 1 ♡(°꒳°*)◜₎₎ hope you like it ♡° ────∞──── bts bios 🌈; thanks for becoming my light. for becoming the flower in the most beautiful moment in life ♡ᑕ∙ ･*̩̩̥͙ 당신은 그룹중에 너무 중요하신분이에요 ･*̩̩̥͙ 「i have seven angels in my life 」#방탄소년단 - ̗̀ the scary desert became the ocean with our blood, sweat and tears ̖́- ────∞──── jimin bios🌈; jiminnie is so cute ㅜㅜ i love him 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 ◡̈ ♡ ┈ꜜ 「13 oct, 95」 the light of my life was born ๑･ᴗ･๑ .˚ ₍🗒₎┊ #⃞131095 + #⃞busan + #⃞𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎𝒷𝑜𝓎 🥚ᶻᶻᶻ [+92, -01] 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍, 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ♡ ↳@bts ˘³˘ (¬_¬)ゞ … ˀˀ i will protect jiminnie at 𝒶𝓁𝓁 coast ⋯ ♡ᵎ ✎ 🏷 . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓂𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓉 ˎˊ˗ ꒰ 📎 ꒱ ·˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ♡ ‹ #지민 i’m a fool for u!! and all the things u do! 🗝️☁️ ೃ ༉‧₊˚✧ › #JIMIN i was dreaming about u! ᵃ ᵃ ᵃ reality ruined my life … ㅜㅜ ꒰ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᵎ ˀˀ꒱↷ I only care about #⃞park jimin’s happiness! ◡ ────∞──── yoongi bios🌸; ꒰🍶꒱ strawberry milk, min yoongi and a nap (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) ♡°◌̊ #⃞민윤기 is the best thing that ever happened to me ㅋㅋ I don’t know what i would do without him !! ㅋㅋ ◡̈*✧ ♡~ (¬_¬)ˀ ♥︎ˀˀ … I only care about my 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝓎 #민윤기 ◜ ˀ ˀ … this user dedicates his/her life to make sure that 𝓶𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲 is always happy, safe and healthy ٩(๑> ₃ ☕… ˀˀˀˀ ↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ summertime and butterflies, they all belong to your creation #⃞ʸᵒᵒᶰᵍᶤ ⟆ ˚☂ ꒰🥚”♡ᵎ꒱ … #⃞민윤기 makes me blush every time he shows his gummy smile ₍ +14 -1 ₎ˀ … min yoongi, suga and agust d; they all are the names of one lil angel ↷ ⌇ #⃞suga 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓉 ♡ᵎ ⌨︎ ᶻᶻᶻ [ firstlove_mp3 ] suga is my first love ! #⃞yoon 🏹 I wanna write you a song ㅠㅠ … one that is beautilful as you are s ────∞──── JUNGKOOK BIOS🌸; stan talent stan jeon jungkook 정국; there are some good things in my life, but nothing compares to you ♡ #1 stan golden maknae 정국; make me begin —[♡]; batatinha quando nasce se esparrama pelo chão, jeon jungkook é o dono do meu coração. 전정국; is my one and only #1 stan jeongguk smile ✧･ﾟ:* september 1, 1997 {busan, south korea} *:･ﾟ✧ ────∞──── Taehyung bios 🌸; 김태형; my life turned better because of you ♡ ✧･ﾟ:* i don’t like you, i like kim taehyung *:･ﾟ✧ 김태형; you are my moon, my sun and all the stars 💫 ✧･ﾟ:* kim taehyung changed my life *:･ﾟ✧ 김태형; i love you truly, deeply, madly 💘 자민; he make me strong everyday. ────∞──── Jin bios👅; [♡] jin — mine. - ̗̀ mochi with m of manggaetteok ̖́- 「 J i n 」baby, you are perfect to me ♡°◌̊ power [n.]; 1. domain, influence. 2. Jin Jin’s girlfriend/boyfriend official account. [♡] j i n ❀ the reason of my smile. — [💭] #jin ; you are my moon, my sun, and all my stars. ❞ ❀♡,,◦* [♡] ↳「 j i n ; vocal and my heart line. 」 ♡ ·˚ ♡ #JIN — you make my heart goes BOOOOOM! ────∞──── Jhope bios 👅; ʚ♡⃛ɞ(•ᴗ•❁)꒰#정호석꒱ : your happiness and your smile make me happy. ✉️🥛ෆ˚₊‧☽˳ -ˏˋ HOPE & HAPPINESS ! ˎˊ˗ 🏦🖇️ ﹤ #愛◞♡ #방탄소년단﹥ ᵐʸ ˡᶤᵍʰᵗ ᶤˢ ʰ��ˢᵉᵒᵏℂ˙ᵕ˙⑅*.♡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ 내가 너를 만난 첫날, 나는 네가 사랑에 빠졌다. ❞(*ˊૢᵕˋૢ*)ෆ⃛ 🌿 ↳ -ˏˋ#정호석 ˎˊ˗🍶﹤ ʕ ᵔᴥᵔ ʔ◌⑅⃝* ᴡᴛ ɪs ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ˖◛⁺˖ [✉] — #JHOPE; ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ɪs ғʀᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴀʙʟᴇ. ˙ᵕ˙⑅*..∗̥✩ ꉂ笑꒱🥢 -ˏˋ the one ! ˎˊ˗ ᵐʸ ᵇᵃᵇʸ ᵇᵒʸ🍒 ೄ*✲ﾟ* ꒰#정호석꒱941802🍶ೄ꒰*்꒳்*꒱๑୭「그것의 모든 세부 사항은 나에게 특별하다.」ʚ♡⃛ɞ 💐◞♡ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ*｡೨⑅⃝⋆*✩ ㅤㅤㅤ*✩⑅◡̈⃝*see you brought out the best of me a part of me I’d never seen #HOSEOK 💌 -ˏˋ꒰笑꒱ ꒰泣꒱՞՞ˎˊ ◞♡🍜 ೄ* - 🍵 ꒰#HOSEOK !꒱￫ ( ˊᵕˋ* )⋆* 내 인생의 빛. 🌿🖇️ || ❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. ❞(*ˊૢᵕˋૢ*)ෆ*｡೨⋆*✩ ✉🌷ˎˊ˗ ────∞──── RM/namjoon bios👅; #NAMJOON’s smile lights up the whole sky.🎀*｡೨⋆*✩ 🖇️🍓 ⇢ #김남준🥢❝ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴᴛ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴇ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ sᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.❞˳˚̊̊⌖∙◌˳🐾 ᵐʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ˟̑*̑ —[🍶] ❝so thanks for becoming my light❞ #RM¸.•.¸¸୨ ㅤㅤ너와 내가 함께 할 수 있으면 나는 미소 지을 수있다. // ⊱∗#김남준 🖇️🥛ʳᵉᵃˡ ᵐᵉ∗⊰💭༚༝༝ #NAMJOON꒱↳ 슬며시 다가와서, 나의 손을 잡는 fear.🍒∗ ₊̣̇.ᵇᵃᵇᵉˢ˚✧₊⁎ #RM ; sep, 12 ⁎might fall for his charms n’ get lost in his mind. 🏦🥛🖇 [IMG=992] ────∞──── if you use or liked it = like plz to do more 🌸and write what group u want next time ..💋 ️ ─────── • 🌸 • ────────

[hanar-spectre]

Mr. Tag paid me a visit

I was tagged this time by @solracht uwu/

Rules: Tag 10 followers you want to get to know better!

Name: Anne Valo

Gender: Female, I think xD

Star sign: Aquarius (birthday is next week, tho) 

Height: 1.67 cm... I’m a smol raccoon :c

Sexuality: Pansexual 

What images do you have set as your desktop/phone wallpaper: 

For my desktop, I have this Vanity Fair’s “First Order” photo

and for my mobile, I have this Hemsworth pic hue-hue eweb

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?: I just want to know if Professor Severus Snape would count as an answer (?)

Where do you see yourself in 10 years: Tres metros bajo tierra hahaha

If you could be anywhere else right now, where would you be: I'd like to be somewhere sunny... Is winter here and I’m not made for cold weather DX

What was your coolest Halloween costume: Last year I was a kangaroo... so I think that one was the best one, I dunno tbh

What’s your favorite 90′s show: It would be hard to pick just one so...

Who was your last kiss: Hmmm... my mom kissed my forehead this morning 

Have you ever been stood up: I’m a business person and sometimes my customers never show up to set the deal so YES! ...wait!? Are we are talking about relationships?

Have you ever been to Las Vegas: Nopes but my cousins want to travel there once we are all over 21 *crosses fingers* 

Favourite pair of shoes: My old black converse

Favourite fruit: Pineapples a s d f g h j k l 

Favourite book: The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova

Stupidest thing you’ve ever done: I set fire to my living room’s floor once... I wanted to create a flame-heartagram with matches but the thing went all wrong and BOOOOOM!!! Fire everywhere... Somehow I managed to survive that day

I’m so bad with tags... so there won’t be any victim today ahahaha

[satariichan-aka-burntpasta]

BurntPasta Live Stream - Part 2 Paps: Nyeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhh!! *powering up* Undyne and Mettaton: .... :O Paps: NYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHH!!! *moar power* Undyne: MTT!! ... What does the scouter say about his power level?? MTT: .... *takes off scouter* ..... BZZZZZZZTTTTTT!!! *BOOOOOM* Undyne: .... OxO;; PAPS: NYEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH *Explodes* Sans: ... *Is Frieza* ... :D *shrug* I have no idea how the stream ended up here, but this was a blast! xD We all couldnt stop laughing while making this silly work of art. Thanks to @super-aids1​ and @inuthekitsune  for hanging out and giving ideas! 

[florejus]

Boa tarde Mah! Se tem algo que não gosto é de pipoca salgada, nem aquelas doces de saquinho não são boas como antes, que eram docinhas e crocante por fora, agora parecem solas de sapato, argh. :D

Ah mas pipoca salgada é tão booooom :) 

Pipoca de canjica? Nossa eu amo comer, alias acabei com um saquinho ontem que o Gi ganhou vários pacotes por causa do dia da criança.. sempre vem um pacote delas, e ainda teve os de cosme e damião .. amooo essa época hahaha

Boa tarde, Si .. reveja isso sobre a pipoca salgada, viu?! kk ♥

[danilocn70]

Booooom d +🤗 (em Secretaria de Estado de Segurança Pública de Mato Grosso)

[estejapronto]

#Repost @qr24 ・・・ BOOOOOM 💣💣💣 Mais de 5000 pessoa no #fsl2020. Fim de semana de liderança na Expo Dom Pedro em Campinas #foguetenaotemre #herbalifenutrition #fsl #treinamento #sucesso #diamante #lapidando #lideranca (em EXPO D. PEDRO) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7M-a53BHFs/?igshid=lc7zj56xukqi

[kristalthehuman]

More! Classes! Done!

I passed my final exams in Anatomy & Physiology and Lymph Drainage 2!  Yaaaaaay :D

*crunches numbers*

That brings me to 5 classes and 220 hours completed!  Almost halfway to 500 - booooom.

Yesterday I had a very uplifting and heartening conversation with someone who made me feel good about my decision to quit my job in order to grow more as a person.  Although I don’t have any regrets or misgivings about what I’ve done, I will gladly accept all the fuel I can to keep going on this path.

Feeling grateful. <3