#it's just correct y'know. yeah this is how it should be around here

[painless-innit-colourful]

one of the most dsmp things ever is Fundy marching off at the start of a pet war to cause some chaos and the floor of the community house is just inexplicably missing

[heartfullofleeches]

Yandere Streamer + Delivery Driver Reader Blurb

"Package!"

You bang your fist against the apartment door, lock popping open after the second beat. Music floods from its cracks, leaving you curious as to how anyone heard you when another resident on this very floor couldn't hear you from their own living room. The query fades into irrelevancy as you wheel your cart closer to the opening door. The only thing that mattered was getting the job done so you could finally head home.

"Yeah?"

"Package for a uh...." You flip through your notes. "Miller?" That was definitely a new one. You've been delivering packages to this apartment complex from a local warehouse store for a few months by now to the point you almost knew everyone's name. The home owner's tired face gains an enormous grin, but not at the mention of the name. Rather, the voice behind it.

"Yeah, that's me. Sorry, thought you might've been someone else."

"I understand. From what I have here, you ordered a new surveillance camera, a gaming chair, and a set of deadbolt locks. You also requested set up for the chair. Is that correct?"

"Sounds about right. Come on in. Bedroom's to your right. Try not to take too long, I'm going live soon." You drag the cart in as Miller shuts and secures the door; chain lock clicking into place.

You park outside of the bedroom door, carrying the needed supplies inside and adding them to a plethora of boxes already situated inside. Must've just moved in, you conclude; despite all the worn posters and furniture placed around the room. The boxes were stacked in a way that they were out of general sight of a computer set up near a bolted window. Oddly enough, there was already a chair in front of it.

"New one's for my partner." Miller answers to the question you hadn't even asked, pointing at the chair. "Couples streaming seemed like a good way to welcome them home. All this other stuff is theirs too. Don't have much from their old home and I wanted to spoil them."

"When do they move in?"

"Today."

"I see.." You trail away from the conversation as you focus all your mental energy towards assembling their chair. You never got the proper training for this part of the job, but it wasn't rock science. Miller even helped you get started before they left the room, music blaring through the other corners of the house as they work on their own tasks. Three quarters of an hour down, and you've got it done. Miller had reentered the room around the time and had been working on their computer. They usher you over to bring the chair, offering you a seat for all your hard work.

"Y'know, I should be thanking you for all your hard work. You don't know how many times I've had to reschedule my order because they kept sending your coworker instead. Made no sense, but I guess you had other deliveries. It's whatever. All that's in the past now, baby."

Before you can ask what they mean, Miller puts on their headphones and presses a button on the keyboard. Your puzzled face appears on screen, blocked partially by the bill of your hat.

"Hey, guys! I'm here with my first stream with my spouse. Told you I was taken. I know I've hyped up their arrival, it just took a while to get things settled, but now they're finally home and here to stay."

[verdantcrimson]

Kanna Natsu Idol Story - 2

Written by: Akira

Season: Spring

TL: verdantcrimson

Proofread: @revuestarlight

[Two years since ES was established. In the ES building infirmary.]

Kanna: ……

Hinata: Goood morning!

Yuta: Today, we’re thinking of playing a hidden camera prank on the talk of the town, child prodigy, Kanna Natsu, when he wakes up!

Hinata: Because both of us in 2wink love pranks!

Yuta: —and since we've been in the business for the while, the agency was like, “C'mon, show your junior how things work around here. You guys love that sort of stuff, right?” 

Hinata: There's a difference between playing a prank and bullying, though!

Yuta: But we can't disobey the agency. That's just life, y'know? We've gotta work hard and pull this off in order to maintain our character image.

Hinata: Why do you seem weirdly pumped about this, Yuta-kun?

Yuta: This guy is Kanna Natsu, y'know…… Everyone's making a fuss about what a genius he is, but he's still just a brat, and seeing him get more attention than us pisses me off.

Yuta: We've gotta punish this ill-mannered newbie, don't we?

Hinata: Whoops, it's getting hard to keep my brother's wickedness in check these days, yknow~?

Hinata: Ah, but he's acting like this on purpose because that's the kind of image he's decided on! Yuta-kun is actually a good kid!

Hinata: All of you watching at home, please don't misunderstand!

Yuta: Hell yeah, that's the perfect excuse. Now, no matter how cruel and inhumane I behave, I can just say it's because my agency or my producer told me to play that sort of character.

Yuta: I can use that to justify my bullying. Hehehe. 

Hinata: How wicked… Looking at you these days makes your big brother worry, Yuta-kun.

Hinata: …..Hm?

Kanna: ……

Kanna: ……?

Hinata: I knew this would happen. Look, look, Yuta-kun! Natsu-kun is awake already! 

Yuta: Huh, No way. He looked like he was fast asleep— Maybe we made too much of a racket?

Hinata: What should we do? Should we abort mission? I didn't really want to do an unfunny and old-school prank like that anyways, so I'm fine with it.

Yuta: It sounds like you were making a fuss on purpose so that the plan would fail.

Kanna: Good morning.

Hinata: Ah, yup. Morning. You sure slept well.

Kanna: Yes, thank you. Though sleeping isn't something I do for leisure.

Kanna: I don't get the opportunity to sleep when I'm occupied with research, so I try to sleep as much as I can whenever I find time.

Kanna: Also, if I pretend to be asleep, everyone will leave me alone.

Hinata: Oh, so you were just pretending to be asleep? Then, did you realize we were trying to prank you?

Kanna: Yes. Though, even when I'm asleep, one half of my brain stays awake.

Yuta: Are you a dolphin?

Hinata: That's so genius-core.

Kanna: I think anyone could do it with enough training. 

Yuta: Tsk tsk tsk. It's exactly because all that training is so tedious that nobody would ever be able to make a name for themselves as a genius.

Kanna: I see. I understand now.

Kanna: I think that if anyone focused all their efforts on a single thing for approximately a year, they could become an expert in that field. 

Kanna: Only a child like myself would be able to concentrate on a single thing for as long as they want to, correct?

Kanna: Any adult, I mean, essentially everyone, requires time to eat, play, socialize, and maintain their physical and mental health.

Kanna: It is quite difficult to concentrate on a single thing.

Kanna: That is why they fall short of success. Yes, people who are able to do that to some extent from the very beginning— Only they are successful and lauded as geniuses.

Kanna: If everyone is limited to only being able to spend a fraction of their time on their efforts, then only those who are privileged are able to succeed and win.

Kanna: That is the reason, correct? It's logical. I can understand this.

Hinata: I've been wondering, what on earth is this kid going on about…?

Yuta: You like making theories about other people based on their behavior and then feeling like you've understood them, don't you?

Kanna: Yes. Because I'm around that age. That's adolescence, I suppose.

Hinata: Yeah, well I don't believe that! If you treated any older kid like a ‘teenage brat’ they'd get angry and rebel. They'd never admit that they're going through puberty!

Kanna: Maybe that was just the case for you, Yuta Aoi.

Hinata: … Oh? Huh? Ermm?

Kanna: It's easier to live when you believe that your ‘normal’ and the world's ‘normal’ aren't congruent.

Kanna: I've long since given up on that sort of premise.

Kanna: I'm different from everyone else. I'm certain, nothing can be done about this.

Hinata: Ummm… I'm terribly sorry if we're boring you or something, but I think there's been a misunderstanding, so let me clear it up.

Hinata: I'm Hinata.

Yuta: And I'm Yuta.

Kanna: No.

Kanna: I know about you two. The twin idols from Cosmic Productions, 2wink.

Kanna: The two of you have changed your marketing strategy as of late, with the older brother Hinata continuing to present as a cheerful a good kid—

Kanna: —While the younger brother, Yuta, differentiates himself from his older brother by growing out his hair and selling a ‘bad kid’ image.

Kanna: That is what the established theory is.

Hinata: The established ‘theory’?

Yuta: Those are just facts.

Kanna: What are illusions?

Hinata: Huh, why'd you bring that up suddenly? What are you talking about?

Kanna: An illusion, or ‘sleight of hand’, is something that takes advantage of people's imagination.

Kanna: You make the world think that ‘the twins have differentiated their appearances and begun walking separate paths.’

Kanna: That way, you can do as much deception as you please.

Kanna: The twins that are supposedly never interchangeable, swap places in secret. Older brother becomes younger brother. Younger brother becomes older brother.

Kanna: Characteristic differences in hair length can also be accounted for using wigs and such.

Kanna: People tend to assume based on their prior knowledge, that ‘the one with longer hair must be the younger brother,’ since both brothers have similar facial features and so on.

Hinata: … Even if all of that were true, what good would it do for us to impersonate each other?

Kanna: Simply put, you two probably just enjoy those sorts of tricks.

Kanna: Furthermore, there are countless merits to being able to switch places. That is probably why having twins swap places is considered taboo, even in the most hard-core of detective novels.

Kanna: It's simply too convenient. It'd be used to forge alibis to no end, because now, anything goes.

Kanna: Additionally, if you succeed at your trivial ‘swapping places’ prank, you'd be able to make a fool of the child prodigy brat that everyone is making a fuss about, correct?¹

Kanna: You'd be able to say “That kid acts like he's a genius, but he's an oblivious idiot who couldn't even notice we switched places.”

Hinata & Yuta: ……

Kanna: 2wink is a unit comprised of a ‘good kid’ older brother and a ‘bad kid’ younger brother.

Kanna: Recently, it seems as though the two of them have truly diverged and are trying to pursue their own paths.

Kanna: That is why. Even if the younger brother was specifically requisitioned for work that would earn him points or experience as a ‘good kid’— The older brother would swap in and take his place. The reverse applies as well.

Kanna: So the two of you steadily gain experience and continue growing, correct?

Kanna: You're each trying to specialize in being a ‘good kid’ and ‘bad kid’.

Kanna: Waiting for an opportunity, with nobody any wiser.

Yuta: ……

Kanna: I don't have much interest in anything. However, I find your impressive tactics very interesting. 

Kanna: I'm not trying to get in your way. However, by exposing your actions like this, I can render your footage unfit for broadcast.

Kanna: Even if what I said just now might be untrue.

Kanna: If the world's people begin to doubt you, you'll have a hard time operating. They might begin to think things like “Maybe they've swapped places?” or “Are they playing tricks?”

Kanna: All the earnest and serious people of the world will begin to view you poorly.

Kanna: That probably would not be desirable for you.

Kanna: I apologize. Being filmed and broadcasted in my sleep is quite embarrassing.

Kanna: That is why I have taken these preventative measures to keep it from occurring. Please understand that I bear no ill-will towards the two of you.

Kanna: That is all. I'm going to go back to bed now. Goodnight.

Kanna: Zzz, zzz.

Yuta: ……

Hinata: … He ended up being the real deal.

Yuta: Yeah. I figured it was just the usual hype you see on TV and magazines.

Hinata: (But really, I never thought he'd notice we ‘switched’.)

Yuta: (Yup. I thought nobody could tell. But this kid saw through us, probably just through a glimpse of our activities on the news or on the internet.)

Hinata: (To top it all off, just in case— He made sure we wouldn't get in trouble even if we did air it, by following it up with “what I said might be untrue.”)

Yuta: (He didn't want to inconvenience us, so he acted considerately.)

Hinata: (This brat sure acts full of himself. I ought to scribble on his face while he sleeps.)

Yuta: (Give it a rest already... Let sleeping gods lie, Yuta-kun.)²

Hinata: (You're such a good kid, Hinata-kun.)

Yuta: (And you’re a bad kid, right, Yuta-kun?)

Kanna: Zzz, zzz…♪

Hinata: (This kid might be incredible— more than anyone could imagine.)

Yuta: (But his sleeping face is adorable, just like any other normal kid's would be, y’know)

Translation notes

He's repeating back the same phrases that Hinata and Yuta used to describe him while he was 'sleeping'..

The original saying is '触らぬ神に祟りなし' which is means the same thing as 'let sleeping dogs lie', but I retained the 神 portion because I figured it might be a fun play on Kanna's first name '神無'

[rowanwithaz]

The Izuchako problem.

(⚠ I want to make sure everyone knows I'm not hating on anyone or anything,if I say anything negative about Izuchako that's just critiques,and all the negative things I say about Izuchako shippers is just certain people who have been assholes,I'm not hating on anything,just wanted to write some issues on the Izuchako community and issues in some media that the toxic side of the community supports,and,yes,I'm aware every shipping community has toxic shippers,I'll talk in much more detail on that⚠)

⚠WARNING⚠: Contains: Wishing and promoting Suicide,talks about child pregnancy(very brief,) Homophobia,sexism,racism,and fucking talks about TORTURE.

First off,I have talked about Izuchako numerous times,but I've only spoke briefly on...the problems with the community.

Ochaco the baby maker?

Okay,look,I'll get a little "personal" . At a young age (4 or 5) I was told the greatest thing I could do was have children. I was told REGULARLY AS A FOUR YEAR OLD my greatest achievement would be pregnancy and child birth. So,this kinda hits a more...soft spot for me. And,I want to explain why this is so FUCKED up.

Ochaco Is a CHILD. You are saying a fifteen year old girl (17 now) should be impregnated (in this context by Izuku,also a minor) and that would be her GREATEST ACCOMPLISHMENT. This is pushing a narrative that has been around for hundreds of thousands of years,that a woman's biggest achievement is child barring,like,how can people say everyone is "woke feminists" when people like Matt Walsh want the age of consent laws in marriage to be sixteen ,because woman are more fertile.Weather you like it or not,you remind me of that bastard.

...I-I share a fandom with Matt Walsh wannabes. (I know non of them spoke about "child pregnancy" ,but,they didn't say, "When Ochaco gets older" . Without that context I'm going to assume you're that diluted.)

Death Threats? Who cares?

*Deep inhale* Here we go. I,uh,there is much much more,but,those contained talks about r*pe,and I was recently sexually harassed,(DON'T WORRY,IT WASN'T TOO BAD.He just did some good ol' borderline sexual harassment,so nothing too bad happened,he just sexualized me and wouldn't give me space lol) So,kinda didn't wanna talk about that.

But,yeah,this shit is so disgusting. I don't think I have to explain why this is fucked up,so I won't. Let's go to the most pressing manner,no one but US calls them out. No.One. And,the usual response is "It's just my opinion." What? What's your opinion? People should die because they like two characters that happen to be boys together romantically? But,no one calls them out,because Izuchako is the "normal" or "average viewer " ship. That translates into, "We don't call out people who ship herto ships because it's NORMAL" . Like,I won't deny that GreeNade shippers made mistakes,but,when they DID it wasn't even THIS bad. And,to top it off,all of that stained the ship's reputation,but,Izuchaco shippers can say whatever the hell they want. And NO ONE,will call them out on it.

Hori is middle aged...?(how is that relevant? Uh,let's see)

Okay,I have NO IDEA,what him being middle-aged has to do with this. And,uh,what..? What do you mean Horikoshi doesn't care about gay people? Look,I know a lot of media *cough* Disney *cough* milk gay people for money. But,if you couldn't tell,Hori,y'know has a best selling manga? He has money,and he didn't need to add gay characters for that. This man put two,(Technically three) trans characters,made Mineta bisexual cannon,hinted HEAVILY at Toga being bisexual and also hinted heavily that Mina is Aro. He.Did.Not.Need.To.Do.That.

He didn't just add trans characters and say, "Well,I'm gonna get some money." He gave them backgrounds ,he gave them RESPECT. And,in the episode when Toga and Twice correct Over Haul on Big Sis Mac's pronouns,I cried,because.

Is it Homophobia?

Well,yes and no. No,because not shipping something isn't homophobic,BUT,using a gay ship to...say certain things is.

Yep,it's homophobic,sexist,and racist...damn.

Yeah,and they GET AWAY with this. They don't face ANY repercussions. Look,I blurred out all the names because I didn't want to help spread hate to anyone. Even biggots. I think they need to face some repercussions,but I don't want to help spread hate,I want to spread awareness. So,if you stumble upon someone talking like that,report them,they are saying really really nasty stuff,and because it's a straight ship they get away with it. Unfortunately,that's how it is. And how it will be if we don't spread awareness and try to get these people off the platform,this isn't "saying a opinion" this is hate speech . I believe most of these people are homophobic,sexist,racists assholes who are using a popular BL ship to spread hate to those communities using the Izuchako community as a shield. So,most Izuchakos are being used to spread hate...that sucks,don't it?

Conclusion:

Do not talk about minors getting pregnant,(I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO SAY THAT),on the note,stop supporting a woman's only use being a baby factory,stop sending death threats and using the excuse "my opinion" ,Hori's age and gender have NOTHING to do with his work,Stop using a gay ship to push your homophobic,racist,sexist,views on and defending yourself with an undeveloped relationship to justify yourself from any repercussions.

Let's end this with a high note,yeah?

Mineta calling Katsuki gay :) (only in sub tho,the dub FUCKED that up)

[hannuhbee]

𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿?

steve gets a bad haircut.

pairing; steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings; fluff, swearing, steve being dramatic per usual, minorly edited oops

wc; 0.7k

"hey!" robin called from behind the family video desk. "lover boys not here."

you shook your head. "why wouldn't he be here?"

she shoved popcorn into her mouth, an indicator of a boring work day. she shrugged at the same time. "called in sick. bet he's not actually sick though."

"he would've called me first so, i guess not."

if steve were sick, he would call you first thing and beg you to play doctor. he always wanted you to take care of him when he was sick.

"i think you should go check on him, y'know, make sure he's alright."

you nodded. "right, thanks robin. i hope the rest of your day goes good." you smiled. you knew what it felt like to be stuck at work while it was empty and lonely.

"ditto."

as you climbed into your car, your mind was racing. you thought of so many things steve could be doing - he could be with someone else, dustin or another party member, he could be wrapped up in scary interdimensional creatures, or he could just really be sick. you were hoping it was the latter.

as you came into view of steve's house, you could see his car was in the driveway. he was alone, his parents were gone on a usual business trip.

"thank god," you muttered. you pulled to the side of the road and got out.

your hands were sweating as you walked to his door. you knew where he hid a house key, under a leaf in the flower pot, but you didn't want to disturb him. you knocked.

after a few seconds, he opened the door.

"steve, oh m- woah."

"don't say anything."

"what the fuck are you wearing?" you try to hold in a laugh. he was in a tank top, oh my god you thought, and a beanie.

he tries to give his best smile. "beanie weather?"

"babe, it's like, 85 degrees right now."

he pulls you into the house by your arm, shutting the door quickly. "you can't laugh."

"i won't laugh."

"yes, you will."

"i won't!" he glared at you. "i'll try my best not to." you corrected.

he sighed. "you're awful. okay." slowly, almost excruciatingly slow, he pulls off the beanie.

"this is what you were worried about?" you almost shout.

his hair was shorter, but not by a lot. it didn't look that bad. "are you serious? it's so bad! like, here look." he puts his head down and ruffles his hair. "it's all choppy and shit!"

"it's really not that bad!"

"okay wow, so now you're lying to me." crosses his arms and scoffs.

you can't help but laugh. "have you tried styling it? y'know, i'm sure farah fawcett would fix it." kind of, you wanted to say.

he's silent for a moment. "no. but i can't even bear to see it, hence the beanie!"

you put your hands on his shoulder and look at him in the eyes. "steve, it's really not that bad. it'll grow back soon enough." you kissed his right cheek, then his left.

"it's really bad though."

"shut up, harrington. style it first."

he threw his head back and groaned loudly. "fine." and began to trudge up the stairs to the bathroom. you followed closely behind.

he sprayed so much hairspray that you had to step out of the bathroom to get fresh air. "i don't see how this is good for your lungs babe."

"you get used to it, especially if you have awesome hair like me."

"yeah yeah, whatever. does it look better styled?" you ask.

"no, still fucked up. it was a great idea though."

you walk in after the cloud of hairspray has vanished. you wrap your arms around his waist. "i think it looks better. what're you gonna do now?"

"wear beanies until it grows. or just, i don't know, avoid everyone."

"have you met dustin? that kid would blow up the front door if you ignored him."

he laughed a hearty laugh, you loved it. "you're right, that little shit."

"you'll be fine. you're 'the hair' after all."

"you're evil."

you hum and hug him tighter.

a few moments of silence passed by, then steve spoke up.

"can you knit? can you make me a hat?"

you shake your head, nose rubbing on his face. "no can do, babe."

"shit."

[hyenahunt]

Obbligato: The Devotion to Tatsumi Kazehaya - 10

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring, three years ago

Characters: Kaname, Tatsumi, Jun

Proofreading: Remi + 310mc (JP) & honeyspades (ENG)

Translation: Peace & hyenahunt

Kaname: ... So that's how it is. Then— things should be changed around here. Everyone deserves the chance to be happy.

Location: Catacombs

Kaname: I don't care about money or school! Tatsumi-senpai, I came here to ask you this: what is the secret to your success!

Tatsumi: Have patience, dear guest. Listen well until the very end and you shall understand.

Bear with me once more, as I'd like to confirm once more that the two of you know of the current state the idol industry is in.

Jun: Yeah, come to think of it~ Something like how it's coming to an end, or there's no hope for it left.

Tatsumi: It hasn't tipped over just yet, but we certainly are reaching the end of things.

Therefore, one must be able to bring something worthy to the industry if they wish to succeed.

It seems as if even those who do manage to debut officially by chance or ability struggle to find work and make ends meet in the end.

Not even the privileged class, our Special Students that act as if they rule Reimei Academy, are exempt from such a fate.

Struggling to keep their heads above water, they find themselves displeased with the prospect of their future and—

Jun: So that's why they're taking their stress out on us Non-Special Students, huh~? Just 'cause they're suffering, we deserve to suffer too?

Literally fuck that shit. No matter what reason they have, anyone who hits someone else is absolute scum. They're just forcing their own pain and misery onto others.

Tatsumi: Correct. That is why I won't ask you to forgive those Special Students.

I merely ask that you understand that carelessly taking your revenge out on each one you see is all for naught.

They, too, are victims of the times. Though as stated before, I would never ask you to pardon their actions...

Kaname: You act as if it's someone else's problem, Tatsumi-senpai, but aren't you a Special Student as well?

Tatsumi: I am. That is why I understand how they feel. They too are suffering in this world, simply in their own way.

This Hell, filled with unheard cries for help as the dead consume the dead...

I want to change these circumstances, if only by a little.

Kaname: ... So that's how it is. Then— things should be changed around here. Everyone deserves the chance to be happy.

Jun: Woah, what a surprise you'd actually agree. Considering what you're like, I thought you'd say something more like, "Hmph, who on earth would even care about that. Nothing else matters as long as I'm happy."

Kaname: Cease that irritating mockery of me.

... And don't get the wrong idea, Sazanami. I won't find happiness with the industry in such a state once I debut, you see?

Kaname: That is the problem. I want to be happy.

Tatsumi: My, I'm quite caught by your words. Please, do continue, I'd like to hear more.

Kaname: Honestly, how many times do I need to ask before you understand? I want to know your secret to success.

Tatsumi: Hm... Well, it's rather a situation of which came first: the chicken or the egg?

Kaname: Quit talking in riddles and tell me already.

Tatsumi: I was hoping it'd make things easier to understand... Putting that aside, I'd only consider myself reasonably successful as an idol.

Jun: You're not just reasonably successful — just by lookin' at your earnings you're obviously the top idol in all of Reimei Academy, yeah?

If anything, you've even trounced the idols of Yumenosaki and Shuuetsu and have the reputation of being the absolute best among all active student idols, y'know.

Kaname: That's right, and that's why I want to know how you managed such a feat.

Tatsumi: Well... I don't know if I could call it any sort of secret or trick, really. In fact, earning money was the furthest thing from my mind when I first began working as an idol.

Though... frankly speaking, it was inevitable that I would become an idol due to my own peculiar upbringing. [1]

Jun: Whaddya mean by that...? It sounds kinda shady, actually...

Tatsumi: I don't want to say much on it, really, as I fear it may be somewhat scandalous... but in truth, my family are secret Christians — those forced to hide their faith behind another. [2]

Jun: Secret... what?

Tatsumi: To make a rather long story short, my family makes their livelihood through a church which is unrecognized by the public as a whole, and I act as something like a pastor there.

The age of religious repression has passed, but some dangerous cults have risen with the end of it; due to the problems they tend to cause, I've hesitated to speak of my own faith.

Generally speaking, though, "religion" tends to have a bad connotation in this country.

Jun: That may be the case, but no offense — it really sounds kinda suspicious.

Tatsumi: I cannot stop you from thinking so. That's simply how the era is these days; one would say it's common sense, even.

Nonetheless... As unfortunate as it is, the household I was raised in runs against the grain of this world's "common sense". And, despite that, I... We must still do what we can to live.

That is why we are creating our own places in this world.

By becoming things popular with the public, such as idols and the like, we will gain credibility with them and be less likely to be faced with discrimination or prejudice.

Or, at the very least, we're aiming to create a space where we can breathe a little easier, where we are not ostracized simply for revealing who we are or what we believe in.

Tatsumi: It was for this reason that I sought to become an idol. It’s why I started on this path.

For if we lack the public's trust, their love, then we'll be suffocated by the steadfast belief that "all religious people are shady.”

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These lines were changed in an update. The original was: Actually, you and I are rather alike in that regard, Jun-san. Half of the reason I aimed to become an idol was due to some familial circumstances. その点では、ジュンさんに似ているかもしれませんね。実はちょっとした家庭の事情によって、俺はアイドルを目指すことを半ば強制されたんですよ

"Kakure Kirishitans" refer to a religious group in Japan that follow the Catholic teachings brought to them by overseas visitors up to the Edo Period in the 17th century. It was at this time they came known as such formally, due to hiding their faith away using various means such as disguising statues of Mother Mary as the Buddhist deity Kannon (Avalokiteśvara) and adapting their prayers to sound like chants from the same religion. Once the ban was lifted in Japan, they became known as Mukashi Kirishitans ("ancient" Christians) and many rejoined the Catholic Church after renouncing the practices they had used to hide their faith. Those who did not were refered to as Hanare Kirishitans ("separated" Christians), though they are not as populous. Christal Whelan did a documentary on a few of them back in the 1990s titled Otaiya. Additionally, it has been said that Kakure Kirishitans are a separate faith from the Catholicism brought over to them by the missionaires in the 1500s due to the differences in each, most likely due to the historical prejudice that caused it to evolve in an unorthodox way. As such, it cannot be compared to the western Catholicism we are familiar with today.

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SR Silver Lab Coat Personal Story: Part 2

"If it could be cured, I would rid myself of it"

(Part 1) Part 2

[Botanical Garden – Temperate Zone]

Silver: We've found the "thunderwood leaves" and "ground cherry seeds" for the waking potion, but…

Kalim: That last ingredient, "dawn agar" isn't anywhere to be found.

Jamil: That's why I told you, you can't find everything you need in the botanical garden.

Jamil: Dawn agar is a rare herb, and if you want to find it around here, you'd have to look for it in the forest a little way away from here.

Silver: How long does it take to get to that forest?

Jamil: It should be about a three-hour round trip.

Silver: Oh… It's almost time for the sun to set. It'll be more or less impossible to search for herbs in a dark forest.

Kalim: Isn't there anything we can do, Jamil? Maybe like swapping in a different herb.

Jamil: Aren't I always telling you that potionology isn't as loose of a subject as you keep thinking it is?

Silver: So, we don't have any other option but to give up on crafting the waking potion…

Silver: In order to follow in my father's footsteps and become a respectable knight, I was hoping I would be able to remedy this predisposition to falling asleep…

Kalim: Silver…

Little Blue Bird: [chirp, chirp]

Silver: Hm…?

Kalim: Oh, a bird landed on your shoulder there. Maybe it's trying to comfort you?

Silver: Yeah… That may be.

Jamil: Are you two serious…?

Jamil: This isn't a fairy tale, there's no way that's what it's doing. It's just one of the birds in the botanical garden that's gotten used to people.

[rustle, rustle]

Kalim: And now a rabbit's hopped over by your feet! It's so cute～

Jamil: ! Hey, Silver. That plant in that rabbit's mouth…!

Jamil: It's the dawn agar you guys were looking for!

Kalim: Eh!?

Silver: …You want to give this leaf to me?

Rabbit: [nods]

Silver: Thank you… This is a big help.

Kalim: Look, Jamil. That rabbit's jumping all over the place, all happy.

Jamil: It seems to even be blushing… Am I just imagining things?

[thud, stomp, crash]

Kalim: hm? What's that sound?

Jamil: Woah!? A herd of animals all came rushing at us!?

Silver: …Everything is fine, Kalim, Jamil. No harm done.

Little Red Bird: [chirp, chirp chirp! chirp, chirp!!]

Silver: …I see you've got some dawn agar, too. Are you giving it to me? Thank you.

Squirrel: [rub, rub, rub]

Silver: Hey now, no rubbing against my cheek. It tickles.

Silver: …I get it. You want me to take the dawn agar from you too.

Jamil: Thanks to all these animals, suddenly, you've gathered a lot of dawn agar…!

Kalim: That's amazing, Silver! Even the beast tamers we employ can't control animals like you do, y'know?

Kalim: It's like you're an idol the animals look up to! Ahahah!

Silver: Sorry to surprise you two.

Jamil: …Silver, are you this proficient in animal linguistics or persuasion magic?

Silver: Not at all.

Silver: However, ever since I was little, whenever I got lost in the forest, or I felt discouraged because my training wasn't going well, the animals would come and support me.

Silver: I don't quite understand it, but perhaps I am naturally predisposed to have a connection with animals like this.

Kalim: Cool～ Now that I think about it, I have a relative that has a real connection with tigers.

Kalim: I see people with those kinds of abilities all the time!

Jamil: Seriously, you think people like that actually exist…!?

Jamil: With how you fall asleep randomly, and have all these overly affectionate animals… Silver, you're one strange guy.

Silver: Yeah. I think so as well. Just what am I, really…?

[Alchemy Workshop]

Silver: Jamil. If I recall, when the liquid in the beaker turns an emerald green, the waking potion is correct, right?

Jamil: Right. If it drops in temperature even one degree, you'll lose it. Be cautious. Especially you, Kalim.

Kalim: Leave it to me! I gotta measure the ingredients properly and then thoroughly mix it…

Silver: And finally, we put in the dawn agar…

[poof!]

Kalim: Woah, it exploded! Was it a failure!? Did the beaker break again!?

Silver: No, it looks fine. …Look inside the beaker.

Kalim: Ah, the color of the liquid is emerald green now!

Silver: We successfully concocted the waking potion… Now I should be able to stay awake.

Silver: Thank you, Jamil, Kalim.

Kalim: Haha. That's great, Silver!

Jamil: Good, okay… Alright, now you can finally start to work on your supplemental lesson to create a sleeping potion.

Kalim: Ah, oh no!  I completely forgot about the sleeping potion!

Silver: Oh, yes, now the real work must begin…!

Jamil: I knew you guys had forgotten all about your main assignment… What am I supposed to do with these two airheads…!

(Part 1) Part 2

[beebbg]

Stars Aligned

Stars in the night sky. The perfect time to bring one of your biggest crushes to where you hang out most. Maybe even tell her how you feel.

Tressa "Catalyst" Smith x Gn reader

Warnings: nothing, maybe some grammar mistakes

The two of you are there a few steps up the ledge.

The place you wanted to show her, the place that reminded you most of her.

You can finally tell her how you feel.

"Ok, we're here." You finally let go of her hand as you looked up, the night sky was blooming with stars, but honestly, they didn't shine as bright as her. Tressa sits after you as she admires the bright dots scattered along the sky.

"Wow, is this what you wanted to show me the whole day today?"

"Yeah, I just felt like you would like it! I would usually come out here when bored or can't sleep," you spewed out. "Most nights, I would think of you too. Of the palm readings and stones, we would collect." The feeling of the smooth cold stones on the hill gives you nostalgia.

"I found another one!" Man, It's like she sniffs them out like a bloodhound. You wonder what she found this time, diamonds perhaps? That could be enough money to help save the moon from dying and even save Cleo. Then everyone can finally live peacefully, and you wouldn't have the guilt of not being able to do anything.

"Hey, you ok?" Lost in thought again. The blue-haired woman stands beside you with a calming hand on your shoulder, which snaps you out of your trance. She's holding the clutter of rocks she found in the other. Sorts of colors, some purple, others a nice red, some clear too, move around as she tries to keep them together. You nod while giving her a reassuring smile.

"Oh! Those look cool! Let's head back to clean these off." Grabbing her wrist, you drag her from where she was standing.

Tressa lets out a small chuckle showing her smile. Her smile, the smile of what you loved most about her. You could tell jokes and find ways to make her smile forever, just for that smile.

"You think we can find zodiacs up there?" You ask jokingly. Tressa knows they aren't real, just myths, but it's fun to talk about them. "Once you get lost trying to find them, it's such a nice view."

"Heh, yeah, the stars are a nice view, but… I think you're a better one." Wait. Was she- flirting? Tressa was going to be the death of you. This time you chuckle at her dumb "pick-up" line. I have to tell her the thought was clouding your mind so thick it might ooze out your lips, and the feelings will all be spilled out. What if she doesn't like me back? I don't want to ruin our friendship. It all needs to come out now (it's now or never). You scoot closer to the woman next to you without making eye contact.

"Tress… listen, I brought you up here because, yes, the stars are cool, but" you take a deep breath as you prepare yourself for what's to come. "I also wanted to tell you that- I love you." The secret's finally out. You can never go back; this can either end horribly or be happy with the woman you've been crushing hard on for a while, preferably the second option.

"I…" a faint pink dusted over her cheeks, and seconds later, a hand was wrapped around yours. The warmth is excellent against the cold air.

"I'm so glad you confessed first because I was so worried you didn't even like me!" Wow, so the second option was correct. You two share a fit of laughter. It's good to know you're going to be able to be with the woman you love. Lifting the hands that were intertwined with yours, a kiss is planted on both.

"Y'know," you tuck the strands of hair covering Tressa's eye behind her ear. "Maybe I should come here more often with you."

[maximumkingdomstarlight]

Arrogant hearts (Gojo Satoru x F!reader)

Chapter 2

walking on the usual road, which led to the Jujutsu high... with Gojo Satoru who was your senior was more silent than you thought it would be, unless for the occasional questions from him...

"so, How was the USA?" he asked.

"it was alright" you replied, looking around, trying to recollect the memories back from your old school

"That's a vague answer, but it's okay... what did you do there?" he questioned, almost as if he wanted to keep the conversation going. "surely, there were no sorcery schools there" he added with a smirk.

"I... studied in a university" You were totally not interested in giving him every information about your life in the USA.

"What did you study?" he asked, making you wonder when you'll get close to your destination to get away from all his questioning.

"Art" giving one-word answers was your specialty, which was the sole reason you were always alone. with no friends or any lover.

he nodded in response, which made you relieved for a second thinking his annoying questions were over, but the other second he asked you again "Why are you so silent? Don't you like me?" he asked with a blank expression.

what kind of a question was that? Of course, you didn't like anyone, who invaded your personal space. which you loved so much, you were only comfortable talking with your mother and your sibling, and your best friend who was still in the USA.

you smiled, the sweet fake smile you put on every time you see and talk with people "I am not very sociable, you probably do know that, and I can't keep up with conversations" the same excuse, the same lame excuse you give to everyone who asks you unnecessary questions about your unsociable ass. 

He could sense, that your smile was fake... why though? was it the same for everyone? or was it specifically to him, because he was annoying? he knew that he was annoying, and enjoyed it when people got uncomfortable because of him.

he frowned and got closer to your face, too close "I'll have to fix that then since you are a precious junior"

"was" you corrected, taking a step back again "and I don't think it would be easy, my best friend tried it and became quite like me"

he laughed loudly "Your best friend did? Is your best friend in the USA?" he asked with a smile.

"yeah," you replied.

"Don't worry, I won't change... I'll change you... at least, I'll change the way you are for me" he smirked. "I'll make sure you get comfortable around me, you need a best friend in Japan too y'know?"

"I have one though" you replied, making his smirk a frown. 

"Who is that lucky person?" he asked.

"Nanami" you replied, he was the only person in your age group, and you two were friends since you were high school students. 

"Oh, he doesn't match you" he replied casually "You know? opposites are the best together"

you couldn't deny it, it was the same with your best friend in the USA, so you just stayed silent.

Gojo started walking again, you tagging along next to him, the leaves crunching every time you two took a step, he was silent again... he was wondering why you weren't asking him about the things that happened in the school when you were gone, what happened to Geto Suguru, maybe Nanami had told you everything, maybe you weren't asking because you thought it might make him uncomfortable.

Which was true, you didn't want to make him uncomfortable, and most of all, you felt guilty for not being there for your school when it needed you...

"here we are," he said while gesturing for you to go into the Tatami room.

"thank you" you replied again with that small smile... 

'why isn't your smile coming from your heart?' he thought to himself, not like he smiled from his heart all the time, but he did sometimes smiled, laughed... not like you. which made him irritated. at least you should not smile or you should smile genuinely' That's what he thought because it won't bother him so much if it was your way, not smiling. but you smiled, but it didn't touch your own heart.

you waited until he decides to leave, which he didn't "Why aren't you going in?" he asked "Do you want me to open the Shōji for you?" he smirked.

"I was waiting until you leave" you replied.

"oh no, I am coming with you, I told you that I was on my way to meet Yaga too, right?" his smirk never left his face. which was more annoying than you could ever imagine.

you slide the door open to see Yaga Masamichi, who was once your teacher but is now a principal making cute dolls. he looked at the two visitors "Oh, Y/N, Nanami informed me about your arrival" he said while indicating you to come in. "and you are late again Satoru" he added to the tall man beside you, who was crossing his arms. 

"what's the big deal? you were making your dolls anyways" Gojo said with a frown "and I had to bring your former student to you" he said while pointing at you.

Yaga sighed in irritation and looked back at you. "Y/N, what are you going to do? are you going to continue where you left off or are you going to live as a non-sorcerer like you did in the USA?"

this was the question you were stuck on, you gave it a lot of thought even when you were in the USA.

"huh? isn't that obvious? you should continue where you left off" Gojo interrupted your train of thoughts by jumping in. "there aren't many sorcerers, so we could need your help you know? and your cursed technique, don't waste it... use it for some work"

"Satoru, let her think," Yaga said. "do you need time to think?"

"no, I think what Gojo said is true, it's better for me to continue, or else... why would I even come to Japan, to live as a non-sorcerer?" you agreed to Gojo, well his words did have a little impact on that decision.

"That's what I am saying" Gojo smirked.

"Well, then you can assist Gojo with his teaching" Yaga announced making both of you surprised 

"I don't need any assistance" Gojo argued, his frown was clearly visible.

"I can work on missions" you added. 

"you are just going to work on missions? I want you to work with Satoru, so you can recollect the basics again, I don't think you practiced when you were in the USA"

which was true, you never had a reason to practice when you were living as a non-sorcerer. you glanced at Gojo, who was looking at you for your answer.

  "if Gojo is okay with it, I guess I can assist him"

"you are going to call me teacher?" he asked with a smirk

"No" you replied, trying not to glare at him. he laughed at you trying to be respectful.

after talking with Yaga for a little while, you two walked out of Yaga's Tatami room to the cold afternoon

"Well then, my lovely assistant, I'll introduce you to my precious students," Gojo said in a cheerful tone. he seemed too cheerful about this little arrangement.

he took you to the male dormitories and knocked on a room "Megumi~ I bought a friend~" he said in a sing-song tone. a groan was heard from the room before a boy with bluish-black hair opened the door. 

he glared at his teacher and looked at you "Who's this?" he asked. 

"your new assistant teacher" Gojo smiled.

you bowed a little "I am L/N Y/N, nice to meet you"

"Fushiguro Megumi" he replied and shot a suspicious look at Gojo "Are you sure you got permission before getting an assistant? especially a female assistant?"

"What are you saying Megumi?" he said in a fake innocent tone "Yaga was the one who assigned her" Gojo smiled proudly. which made Megumi raise an eyebrow in disbelief.

 hearing all the commotion, the boy who was next door came out with a manga in his hand. "oh, hi! who's this?" he asked with a smile

"Nice to meet you, I am L/N Y/N" you slightly bowed.

"hi! I am Itadori Yuji" He smiled cheerfully.

"This is your new assistant teacher," Gojo said making the boy's eyes widen.

"Really? I hope we have a good time then"

Itadori Yuji and Fushiguro Megumi seemed to have very different personalities. 

"Let's go to meet the last student," Gojo said while stuffing his hands in his pockets "You two coming?" 

"sure" they nodded. and the three of you were walking toward the female dorms 

"I've never seen you here before, are you a new sorcerer?" Megumi asked.

"I had to leave the school and lived in the USA for a long time" you replied 

he nodded, yuji got very interested in the USA, so asked questions from time to time, and Gojo silently listened. 

"We are here," Gojo said while knocking on a door.

"What?" a girl, with short brown hair, appeared with an annoyed look. "a new student?" she asked looking at you. 

"Nice to meet you, I am L/N Y/N, I am your new assistant teacher," you said with a slight bow.

"Kugisaki Nobara, an assistant teacher, huh?"

"you did that three times now, don't you get bored?" Gojo asked you with a smile

"Is there any other way I can do introduce myself?" you asked.

"Learn from your senpai"  Gojo smirked. making the two males and the female's jaws drop 

"you are his junior?" they asked in unison.

"yes, I was Gojo's junior," you said, confused why they looked surprised.

Gojo seemed happy with the atmosphere "Shall we go get some dinner? to celebrate your new assistant teacher" he smiled. Nobara and Yuji seemed very happy that they were already walking towards the exit of the dorms.

A restaurant in the middle of Tokyo, it was lit up very beautifully... you sat down next to Gojo and the three students were sitting across from you two. 

"This place hasn't changed," you said while remembering the countless times you came here to eat with your classmates.

"True" Gojo replied looking at you with a smile. Nobara nudged the two boys to look at the couple sitting across them, it seemed they were comfortable and content even though you two weren't a couple...

after a lot of disagreements, the three teenagers decided what to eat. after a while all of you were eating Nigirizushi, Gojo was the one who recommended it by saying he'll pay.

after eating you all decided to head back to the college. "what about your sleeping arrangements?" Gojo asked after the three teenagers went to their rooms.

"I'll stay in a dorm room until I find a place to stay," you said remembering Yaga saying you could use a room. but you really wanted to stay in your own place, you've gotten used to that when you were living in the USA. 

"that place is still vacant," Gojo said "The house next to mine in my apartment," he said with a smile

"Why are you so fixated on the idea of me living next to you?" you voiced your question.

"just... want to catch up," he said with a shrug, hands in his pockets as he walked to the middle of the small bridge, the water was flowing underneath you two...

you leaned on the wooden railing of the bridge, you two were still on the college property. you sighed softly. "not like we have good things to catch up," you said, the senior and you never talked much during the short time you attended the college, and everything that had happened after you left the college, Yu Haibara, your classmate dying, Geto Suguru being a curse user, killed by his own best friend's hands. they were not happy memories... but you wanted to ask something from him...

"did it hurt?" you asked while looking at the dark blue water shining from the moonlight.

"no comment," he said leaning against the railing just like you.

"what did I expect?" you muttered

"What did you expect?" he asked with a smile

"I don't know, maybe..." you shrugged "I miss him, it hurts or something" You felt bad after saying that... 

"Do you miss him?" he asked. "he did act as a true senior, not like me" he shrugged, you couldn't feel, see or hear his emotions.

"I respected him" you replied with another sigh. you really wanted to change the subject "You are single?" you asked as the only thing that came to your mind.

he chuckled looking at you "You want to change it?" he asked with a smirk.

you smiled softly "Even if i change it, it changes quickly, doesn't it?"

"At least you smiled genuinely this time" he said with a smile, he took off his blindfold "Why do you hide it?" he asked, getting close to your face, your heartbeat was quickening. something that never happened before when he got close to you, your gulped, eyes frantically searching for an escape. he held your chin softly forcing you to look at his deep blue eyes.

"You should smile more genuinely, at least in front of me"

[cherrytree-irl]

offscreen post: the reunion, part four

"...Well y'know, Sylvan, I've left your room alone this whole time, so it should be the same as how you left it." Vernon remarks.

Sylvan gasps dramatically. "Really!?"

He looks to N, beaming. "Let's go find some weird shit!"

N laughs softly. "That certainly sounds interesting."

Sylvan shakes his fists eagerly. "Yeah!!"

He gets up and gestures for N to come with him as he heads down a hallway, Sage following close behind. N starts to follow his boyfriend, but is stopped by a voice.

"Hold on there, N." Vernon calls out.

N freezes where he stands as Vernon approaches him and places a hand on his shoulder. He then turns around to face the older man.

"I'll let you go in a second. I just wanna talk." Vernon says.

"Alright..." N responds, somewhat nervously.

"I guess I should say... I'm sorry if I've acted like a jerk or made you uncomfortable."

"Oh... Thank you."

"It's just that, y'know, Sylvan's my kid. As a father, it's my job to protect my kids. And Sylvan's the only kid I got left... I'm sure you understand, it's just what dads do."

"......Certainly."

"But he's an adult now, he can make his own decisions. And he's always been smart, so I trust his judgement. I'm sure you're a nice guy... even if to me, you seem like a total weirdo." Vernon laughs to himself about that last statement.

"Ha... well, that's—"

"However." Vernon's expression becomes stern. "If you prove me wrong... if you break my daughter's heart—

"Your son."

"Right. My son. Thanks. If you break my son's heart... you better hope I don't catch wind of it. I can and will make your life miserable."

"Well... You can rest assured that I have no intention of hurting Sylvan. I see the two of us having a wonderful future, and I—"

"Slow down. I can't understand you."

"Ah. Sorry, I..." N clears his throat and begins speaking again, this time speaking slowly. Too slowly. "There's always a chance of something going wrong, but I would never hurt Sylvan on purpose—"

"Are you mocking me!?" Vernon asks accusingly. He's on the verge of yelling when he says, "Talk like a normal person, dammit!"

"One more thing." Vernon says.

Vernon's harsh tone makes N recoil. He responds, "I'm trying! Just— I won't hurt Sylvan, okay? That's the point I'm making here."

Vernon stares at N for a moment, seemingly somewhat baffled. "Okay..." He says, "Glad to hear it, I guess." He mutters something else to himself under his breath.

N begins glancing around, looking for an opportunity to leave this conversation and go to Sylvan.

"Yes?" N replies.

"I don't keep up with the news much, but..."

Oh no.

"...I swear I've seen you somewhere before. Like in a picture or on TV or somethin'. Would you know anything about that?"

"Ah. Well..." N fidgets nervously, stuck between either trying to find a way to avoid the question or the right way to phrase the correct answer.

But before this situation can continue, a third voice chimes in.

"N? What's going on out here?" Sylvan asks, peeking his head out of the hallway.

"Hm. Nevermind that, go on ahead. Sorry for keepin' you." Vernon says as he walks back into the living room.

[soleminisanction]

You seem like youre frustrated with her character the same way I get with her too.

I think see the potential of the character she could be and should be with the correct writing and stories.

I really didnt like her Batgirl run either. There are bits and parts of it I do like and concepts of things there I love but I really dont care for it.

I also wish she wasnt used as a marketing tactic during "run" as Robin. If they were actually serious about it, they wouldve written her run differently and hopefully better.

Thats also the problem with all comic book characters, they have so many different writers with different ideas of what to do with these characters. Unfortunately some of them dont like the characters they write for. I know that Dan Didio hates Steph and never wrote her well because of that. (He also hated Dick Grayson and wanted to kill him off too)

Characters like Steph really are up to interpretation how they are supposes to be personality wise. Recently i havent been liking how shes been written for certain comics (Batgirls, Wayne Family Adventures)

You and I similar to seeing a character we want to be better. I see that she has all this potential to be a great character and love her despite all the garbage writing shes had over her 30+ years of existence

The lack of good stories is a part of it, yeah.

It's also the fact that, while she's hanging around not telling any stories of her own, her ability to do so often comes at the expense of other characters. Like a few months back, they randomly shoved her into a Titans line-up when she's never been a Titan, not once in her entire career, while the actual Batgirl who joined the Titans, Betty/Bette Kane, was nowhere to be seen. And she's part of what ruined YJ 2019, getting forced in awkwardly purely because a bunch of her stans spent months harassing the creators on Twitter, spewing racist epitaphs at the new black characters and demanding that she be included in a team she wasn't solicited for and, again, had never been a part of, purely because Tim was there and they decided he wasn't allowed to have a life without her.

And speaking of that last bit, don't even get me started on the Tim Drake Pride Special again or we'll be here all day. It is genuinely offensive how many people demanded that Tim's coming out be oriented entirely around the feelings of his straight ex-girlfriend.

That's why I can't read Batgirls, either. I can't stand the way they write the relationship between Steph and Cass, it's got no teeth, and perpetually reduces Cass to Steph's "Kato," the hyper-competent Asian sidekick who does all the actual work for an inept white person. Even the issue where they tried to make a big deal out of, "Ooo, this is a special CASS CENTRIC ADVENTURE, we're doing it COMPLETELY SILENT with NO WORDS!" turned out to be all about her running around trying to find Stephanie, and then they copped out with the gimmick and made it so the only words in the book were Stephanie's, talking mostly about -- surprise! -- herself, how great she is and how much she loves being a Batgirl.

Ugh. Spirit World can't come fast enough.

Honestly, when it comes to her run as Robin, I think the story itself could've been just fine if they'd left it as it was and just, hadn't made a big freakin' marketing deal about "OoOoOooOooOoo, the GIRL WONDER, how SPECIAL!!!" They didn't do that with Carrie. Or Tris Plover. Hell, at the time a few people pointed out how silly it was for them to make such a big deal out of her being a girl when Carrie Kelly is the most well known alt-Robin period and the co-star of one of the defining texts of the age.

But, y'know, Carrie was a short-haired butch tomboy with thick glasses who fought with a sling-shot, while Steph is the single most gender-conforming Bat-femme since Betty Kane and is consistently drawn to show off her child-bearing hips so. Yeah.

The part that honestly needs fixing is War Games, which I honestly think is still something that Steph needed to happen, because it did lead her to a moment of growth that she desperately needed (even if Chuck Dixon and Bryan Miller later ruined it.) I think you could fix that story up with just a few adjustments. But, hindsight is 20/20 and all.

I do have to caution a little against attributing malice where ignorance or incompetence is more likely, though. I've never seen any evidence that Dan Didio "hated" either Steph or Dick; rather, what he saw them as was expendable. By all accounts I've ever heard, when he was editorially mandating Dick's death in Infinite Crisis, he legitimately didn't know that Dick used to be the original Robin, he just knew that Nightwing wasn't Batman or Robin and thought that made him expendable enough to kill off for shock value. It took Geoff Johns talking him out of it at literally the last minute to get him to see sense.

(Seriously, you can tell that the page was drawn off a script where Dick got full-on murdered, and the original floppy release didn't have the hilariously awkward page they inserted into the collected editions where Dr. Mid-night promises to save him. It's kinda funny in retrospect.)

Stephanie was the same way, it wasn't that he "hated" her, he just didn't care about any character introduced after the silver age and thought that killing her off would be more ~shocking~ than letting her live and learn a lesson. Didio wasn't evil, he was just bad at his job. Your standard incompetent white guy failing up.

[eldragon-x]

If you want, can you explain your most liked and/or most disliked episode, but to someone who haven't watched the show?

Anon I just rewatched one of my least favourite episodes in the show for you because honest to God on my last rewatch this was the one episode where I let it play while doing something else and paying zero attention.

Anyway, Roadside Attraction is a mess.

Honestly the episode itself would be fine as a Season 1 or maybe even early Season 2 episode (which seems to be the intended placement) but it's just a whatever episode that ended up having very unfortunate placement being the fifth-to-last episode in the series and between two much more plot-relevant and compelling episodes.

So the plot is basically that Stan goes on a roadtrip with the twins + Soos + Mabel's besties because he wants to ruin the tourist traps of his rivals but that's just the backdrop.

The actual conflict comes with Dipper still not being over his crush on Wendy which was a conflict that was resolved in God damn season two epsiode two in an episode that was actually Fun and Interesting and Utilized Wendy as a character.

Anyway in RA Stan is like oh how about you talk to some girls during the trip so you can get over wendy. also you have to be a jerk and feign confidence to impress them. and then one of mabels besties gets a crush on dipper and it all falls apart because they spend time together but then the other girls he met on the trip also show up yadda yadda the lesson for both stan and dipper is to not be jerks but also that dipper should try to be more confident and use that for good which is never brought up again. it's just not compelling enough to justify being at this point in the show, its obvious that it just got placed there because it needed to, and the only supernatural or mystery element in this episode is a creepy spider lady which is cool Ig but eh.

And now Get This: There's Journal 3, which provides a ton of extra-canonical material by filling out blanks, adding context, ect and it's great, it's really good, I recommend it to anyone who's a fan of the show, I'll link you a transcript right here if you can't/don't care to buy the physical book.

That being said, J3 is willing to contradict show canon which is fine, I can live with it, but APPARENTLY Roadside Attaction absolutely has to be chronologically correct because in the previous episode the Pines family set up a barrier around the Mystery Shack that would protect the building from the influence of Bill. Y'know, the evil space demon that Ford especially is wary of because he literally manipulated him and betrayed his trust to get him to build a world ending machine.

So yeah, J3 then goes on to canonize that Ford was like "Hey Stan now that we made sure the Shack's save from the Evil Space Demon why don't you and the kids take a trip to get As Far Away From The Shack As Possible." HUH??????

literally half of this post is about that little tiny bit in j3 now but whatever it's so so stupid. why did we need to acknowledge and canonize that roadside attraction takes place at this point in the show and that Stanford "Bill cannot be trusted and would trick and possess anyone to get what he wants and I know this from personal first-hand experience" Pines suggested the road trip

[bbmyungho]

03

warnings: mentions of violence, major character death, death scenes may be a bit graphic (nothing gorey or super descriptive but still y'know), mention of weap0ns

"God, I feel like my head's gonna explode." Yongha groaned, massaging his temples in the low light. I looked at him as I paced, the ache in my own head still pulsing slightly.

"You'll live." I quipped, returning to trying to figure out a way out of here uninterrupted. If my calculations were correct, Yongha and I had been awake for about thirty minutes, but that still wasn't a great estimate for how long we'd been down here: god only knew how long we had been knocked out, laying at the mercy of the spirits.

"Yeah, sure hope so. Remind me, what was the mortality rate on that doc's research subjects again?" Yongha bit back, standing up and walking over to where I was pacing to stop me in my tracks. "We have to find a way to lead the others down here, or we have to figure out how to get back to them ourselves." He said.

"Oh, really? Thanks for letting me know, I'll put a pin in that." I nudged the man out of my way, rolling my eyes as I continued pacing. "If I remember correctly, which I do, we're on the southeast side of the basement. The bodies in the hallway are supposed to go down the body chute, so I'm willing to bet that's where they lead. There's a hallway there at the chute, there should be an emergency exit that feeds up into the south ward near the circulation desk." I said, walking through what I remembered from studying the blueprints.

"Okay, so how do we get there?" Yongha asked.

"You can come up with something too, y'know." I muttered, giving the man a pointed look. He went back to peer down the hallway, staring owlishly for a few moments before a sudden bang on the door sent him stumbling backwards, my heart leaping up into my throat at the yelp he let out.

"Yongha!" I rushed to his side, holding his head in my lap as he shook briefly, his hands finding my arm and gripping tight while he regained his composure. I ran my hand through his hair soothingly, trying my best to calm him as he sat back up, shielding me in his arms as we watched the door eagerly. It creaked open slowly, my hopes that maybe it was one of the others come to save us being crushed slowly as the torn edge of a lab coat licked around the corner.

Finally, the door opened fully to reveal a man with skin so pale it was grey, the remains of his lab coat hanging off of his abnormally tall figure as he limped towards us. "Don't make this any harder than it has to be; I'm here to make you all better." He cooed, fear licking at the base of my spine briefly while we just sat there, helpless.

My eyes cut to Yongha, the determination in his eyes spurring me forward. We knew exactly what to do and who we were; what were we doing just sitting here? I counted to three in my head, and with that, Yongha and I pushed off of each other like springboards. The spirit seemed caught off guard as we charged him, Yongha running around back while I took a swing.

Unfortunately, he had good reflexes, just barely ducking out of the way of my fist and stepping harshly backwards right into Yongha's arms. A yelp sounded from my teammate, but he recovered quickly, holding on tight and allowing me to swing a pipe that I was praying contained iron into the spirit's chest, sending the apparition dissolving into a charcoal grey cloud.

Yongha stumbled back with the force of the explosion, landing hard on his backside as I looked to the still-open door. "Now's our chance, let's go!" I said, running to the door before it could shut again. I expected Yongha to reemerge quickly, but when I turned, I saw him struggling to catch his breath. "Yongha, what's wrong? Let's go." I said, tilting my head. A pit formed in my stomach as I watched him still keeled over, having to really work to try to push himself from the floor. He approached holding his forearm tightly, a broken syringe clutched in his fist.

"What... what is that?" I gulped, staring blankly at where his hand was covering his arm.

"I'm not gonna lie, he knicked me pretty good." He chuckled as he leaned on the doorframe across from me.

"No, no, you're fine. It's just a scratch from when you fell." I shook my head.

"Y/n." He sighed. I looked at him desperately, his hand moving to reveal a deep cut on his arm, the surrounding veins already starting to turn a sickly grey color. I wanted to cry as I cradled his arm, watching the dark liquid coarse slowly up and out. I desperately tore my shirt sleeve, wrapping it around the area tightly as Yongha watched in confusion.

"We're gonna find the others and get you out of here and get you better, okay?"

"Y/n-"

"Whatever we have to do, we'll make it work. It'll all be okay."

"Y/n."

"We're going to make it out of here, Yongha. End of story." As soon as I finished tying the makeshift bandage, I shrugged him off, marching off down the hallway to find the exit.

We trudged through the dark, musty hallway in silence, our breathing thin due to the thick layering of dust and the growing stench of our destination. The volume of bodies grew as we neared, poor souls abandoned here after the shut down. I grimaced when I tripped over a hand, reaching out to grasp Yongha's before he could do the same. "Watch your step." I muttered. I led him stumbling through the dark until we reached the stairwell up, my heart suddenly feeling lighter when I saw a faint light peeking through the fogged glass on the door.

Before I could begin our ascent, Yongha pulled his hand away from mine, a labored breath parting his lips. "Yongha, what are you doing, let's go." I grabbed at his hand, but he pulled away with even more force than the first time.

"Y/n, let's be honest here, there's no way I'm making it up those stairs." He said, putting his hands on his knees and bending down at his waist as if to prove his point. "I'm tired, my head hurts, I can barely breathe; you can barely breathe, and you haven't even been injected with whatever I was."

"Yongha, please." I couldn't help it, tears started brimming at my eyes.

"Y/n-" He began, but was cut off by a pained yelp, his figure lurching forward on his hands and knees now as his breathing became more rapid. "Y/n, go... go!" He pushed my leg towards the stairs, the look he gave me telling me what I'd been pushing down: this was it. And then his eyes shifted a little bit, the whites extending a bit into the dark brown of his irises; it sent a shiver down my spine. I knew I had to run.

I bolted up the stairs as quickly as I could, Yongha letting out a terrible scream behind me. I heard his footsteps ascending the metal stairway behind me, getting closer and closer. They were heavy and clumsy, not at all like my Yongha's. I pushed with every bit of strength I had left, skipping two or three stairs at a time as I tried to prevent him getting any closer than he already was.

I reached for the door knob before I was even on the platform in front of it, pushing it open with all of my strength and throwing myself through it and onto the cool marble tile of the south ward. I kicked the door shut just in time to keep whatever was chasing me from piling on top of me, whatever had corrupted Yongha's body pounding on the door and screaming incoherently as I tried with all my might to keep the door closed. I had just turned the lock, praying that it would hold, when the beam of a flashlight pierced through the darkness.

"Y/n! Y/n, is that you?! Guys!" I heard a familiar voice call out, a sigh of relief leaving me as Daehyeon's familiar scent enveloped me in a tight hug.

"Y/n!" Junseo was quick to follow, essentially tackling Daehyeon and I when he finally reached us. I burrowed into his neck, tears I didn't even know were present flowing down my face and onto his shirt. "Y/n, honey, what happened?" He whispered, holding me tighter when I cried harder.

"Where's Yongha? Have you seen him?" Yohan asked.

The room went stiff. I whimpered as I tried to meet Yohan's eyes from my place in Junseo's arms, pointing weakly at the door that was still being abused from the other side.

Yohan heaved a deep sigh, bending and putting his hands on knees as if the air had been knocked out of him. I heard Junseo swallow thickly, his arms trying their best to pull me even closer as he watched the door.

"What happened, y/n?" He muttered, brushing his lips against my forehead as he said it. I looked up at him tearfully, only able to hiccup now.

"He- we were locked up. The doctor- came in and attacked us. We barely made it down the hall and he just turned." I gripped my boyfriend's shirt tighter in my hands, trying to calm my breathing. I could practically hear everybody thinking.

"Yongha- but..." Seokhwa started. His gaze stayed glued to the floor, his throat bobbing as he tried to swallow what he was really feeling. "The last time I saw him I was just digging into him."

"Seokhwa, you were just playing around-"

"That doesn't matter! We all know how Yongha gets." He paused. "Got." Nobody knew what to say; that singular word had put that much more of a weight on all of our chests. My heart physically ached. "I told him he was a bad hunter. I- why did I say that?" Seokhwa buried his head in his hands, Daehyeon taking a sharp inhale and picking up his bag quickly.

"Guys... I think it's best if we leave. We'll come back tomorrow when it's light out." He muttered.

"What? Are you insane? We're just giving up?" Yohan spat.

"We've already lost one team member, almost two. Y/n doesn't even have their bag or their rings and there are too many spirits here to even try to push through to the ones we're actually supposed to be finding." Daehyeon said. "We need some rest, we need to recharge, and we'll hit it harder tomorrow, but right now, we clearly don't know what we're up against."

"Yongha wouldn't want to leave without getting the job done." Yohan said. Daehyeon and Donghan both visibly bristled at his words, Junseo placing me aside gently and stepping in quickly.

"Yongha wouldn't want us fighting amongst ourselves in the middle of a mission, either." Junseo said firmly. "Pull it together, guys, come on. We've been doing this for years, let's act like it. Think."

"I think I know how we can level the playing field, at least a little bit." I spoke up. Their heads whipped around to me as I reached into Junseo's bag and extracted a lighter and some fluid. "The body chute is right downstairs. There are people lining the hallways, I'm sure if we gave them a proper send off then we'd be able to discern them better; maybe one of our major ones is even down there." I said. Five pairs of eyes shot to the door behind me, the incessant banging a little bit softer now, as if he was getting tired, but still definitely present.

"How do we get down there, though? Or, if we do get down there, what if we run into Yongha?" Why'd you have to ask?

We all knew the answer. None of us wanted to say it.

"We're gonna have to- he-"

"I'll do it." Daehyeon said. Our eyes shot to him, sadness reflected in all of them. "I'm the leader and the oldest, I can take care of it. We need to send him on just like the rest of them." I hugged Junseo tightly. "As soon as I open this door, you shut it behind me and hold it tight. I'll give a signal when I'm ready for you. Be prepared for more to come."

I heard the door open. I heard the struggle to get Daehyeon inside. I heard the door slam shut again. The ringing in my ears kept me from hearing Yongha stop yelling.

Before I knew it, we were rushing down the stairs, Junseo, Seokhwa, and I rounding out the back with shotguns loaded with rock salt. Daehyeon and Yohan led us towards the hallway I had traversed several minutes before, my stomach twisting tighter and tighter the closer we got to the bottom. "Yohan, you spread the fluid. I'll drop the lighter when you're done. As soon as it's lit up, run. Don't look back, it'll spread quickly. Y/n, can you show him the room where you were held; my best guess is that's where whatever's keeping this asshole alive is." I looked to Junseo unsurely, but the curt nod he gave me was the push that I needed. Somebody needed to follow up on Yohan anyways.

I gave Junseo one last tight squeeze and Yohan and I started rushing down the hallway, dumping lighter fluid anywhere and everywhere we could reach. I led him to the room where everything had gone down, keeping my stance at the door as he doused the room twice. "Fuck this place." He grunted, taking a good look at the room that had cost us a piece of ourselves.

We returned to the others quickly, Daehyeon seeing us all off up the stairs to where Donghan was holding the door for us. As soon as he judged we were far enough, he dropped the lighter, and it was only a matter of seconds before the entire basement was up in flames. It was even quicker than we'd anticipated, the mixture of smoke, dust, and scent emitting from the bodies making my head spin as I pumped my legs as hard as I could. Junseo grabbed my hand, pulling me along almost faster than I could take, but the light of Donghan's flashlight kept moving me up, up, up, until-

I thought my jacket had gotten stuck in the railing. But my wrist was cold despite the overbearing heat, and then my mouth was covered so that I couldn't even call out.

"Y/n!" Junseo screeched; he lifted his weapon, but then I felt a pinch in my arm, and everything looked dimmer all of a sudden.

"It's okay. I'm making them better; it'll all be over soon." That voice made my blood curdle, and then I felt the metal grating on the floor pushing into my skin. I could barely see Junseo rushing towards me, Daehyeon grabbing him and pulling him back when I held my hand up to stop him. The last thing I saw before the door closed was Junseo's face; the best thing I could do for him giving him a faint smile before everything turned to smoke.

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Love Grows (demon!Bucky and pre-serum!Steve omegaverse au)

1

STEVE STOPPED ON THE SIDEWALK staring up at the contemporary twist on a Renaissance Revival. Stark Tower was one of the most sought after apartment buildings. It made sense with its large, spacious rooms and high ceilings. And Steve couldn't believe he and Hodge were actually moving in.

"'Ya just gonna stand there and gawk all day, or r'ya gonna help?"

Snapping out of his mysticism, Steve resituated the box on his hip. Following his husband inside, Steve still marveled at the marble floors and the beautiful grand staircase. All of it was magnificent and grandeur, and Steve felt the need to pinch himself to make sure it was real. Sure, it was only possible because Hodge's – obscenely wealthy – uncle was letting them sub-let while he traveled around Europe.

"Mr. Hodge," the chubby lobby attendant greeted Steve, holding the elevator door for him.

"Thank you," Steve smiled, joining the taller, more muscular blond inside the lift.

Once both men were alone, Steve switched the box to his other hip. Standing on his tiptoes, he kissed Hodge's cheek and took in that energizing citrus scent that always gave Steve a little more pep in his step. The beta smiled and turned so he could press a kiss to Steve's lips. This was it. This was all Steve needed.

Well, this and a baby.

As they crept up to the seventh floor, Steve started, "Y'know, that den would be a perfect second bedroom. Or, y'know, a nursery."

"Christ," Hodge chuckled. "Haven't even made it inside yet and you're already propositioning me."

Gleefully, Steve giggled and he confirmed, "You bet your sweet ass I am."

"That's what I love about ya."

Leaning down, Hodge pressed another kiss to Steve's lips. Both smiling through the kiss. Then, the elevator paused and the doors opened. A pregnant woman around their age entered with her toddler son on her hip. A smile brightened her face as she greeted the pair, "Hi!"

"Hi," the couple returned.

Going to push the button for her floor, she stopped, "Well, look at that! We're floor neighbors!" Then, she paused to think, "Where are you moving in?"

"Twelve E," Steve answered, grinning at the toddler who was trying to peek inside the box he was holding.

"Oh no," the woman gasped. Holding a hand to her chest, she asked, "Did something happen to Mr. Hodge?"

"No, he's fine," Steve reassured, instantly feeling bad with the way the little boy started crying from being startled by his mother. Hodge added, "Uncle Arnie is traveling."

"Thank goodness," she relaxed. Bringing the boy's baby-chubby hand to her mouth, she apologized, "Mama's sorry."

"Yeah, it's alright, little guy," Hodge encouraged, playfully tugging at the toddler's short sleeve. Which, of course, only made Steve want to have a baby even more. Hodge would make one hell of a father, and Steve would fight anyone who thought differently. Even if that person, more often than not, was the beta himself.

"See, everyone's okay," she kissed the calming toddler's still-flushed cheek. Redirecting her attention back to the two men, she introduced herself and her son, "I'm Laura and this is Conner. We're in 12B."

"I'm Steve and this is my husband, Gilmore Hodge."

"Hodge, please," the taller blond corrected while playfully narrowing his eyes at Steve, causing Steve to chuckle under his breath.

"Well, it sure was nice to meet you," Laura said. "Hey, we should get together sometime. My mate, Clint, is always goin' on and on about how it's like a retirement home around here. But then, he also acts like a teenager most days."

Finally reaching their floor, Laura carried Conner out and said, "Remember, 12B."

"Don't gotta worry about us forgetting," Steve smiled, following her out before turning and going in the opposite direction.

Once in front of their new home, Steve put the box down so he could pull the keys out of his pocket. As soon as the door was unlocked, Hodge lifted the petite omega into his strong arms, causing Steve to loudly laugh at the gesture. It wasn't their first place together, nor was it the first since they've been married, but Hodge had a flare for the dramatics. Steve supposed that it came along with the territory of being an actor.

"You're such a goof," Steve wrapped his arms securely around Hodge's broad shoulders.

"You love it," Hodge kissed him as he stepped over the threshold.

"You're damn straight, I do," Steve confirmed, and then deepened the kiss.

Before it could get too hot and heavy in the foyer, Hodge set Steve down. Pressing one more kiss, just a chaste one, so he could pick the boxes back up and carry them inside. Deciding, "You unpack, and I'll get the rest of the boxes."

"Sounds like a plan," Steve agreed. Playfully, he swatted at his husband's taut bum, earning another set of narrowed eyes in return. Of course, that only made Steve laugh and made Hodge smile.

For a moment, Steve stood there, watching Hodge leave their new home. Then, he decided to do his part and start unpacking. Looking over the boxes that were currently in the hallway, Steve decided that since the kitchen was the closest room to him, he picked up the one marked kitchen.

Pulling out the cheap, everyday dishes, Steve could feel eyes on him. Smiling to himself, he waited for the perfect opportunity to pounce on his adorable lug of a husband. After all, they would need to christen this place. Truly make it theirs.

Even though he knew that they had more boxes to bring up, Steve wanted to entice Hodge. Truth be told, Steve could be a tease when he wanted to be. And in that moment, he wanted to be. So, he removed his baggy, paint-stained t-shirt and exaggerated wiping sweat from his face and chest. Then, he bent over, purposely allowing his husband to stare at his ass; wanting the larger blond to struggle for having to leave the apartment and him.

"BABE, YOU WANNA GIVE ME A HAND?!"

Hearing Hodge from the other side of the front door, Steve clutched his abandoned t-shirt to his chest and quickly turned around. Half-expecting to find someone still standing in the opening to the kitchen. Hadn't there been? Hadn't someone been watching him?

[ghoulbread]

25 for your oc verse!

25. best scene you havent yet written, but have an idea for?

context i guess?? seth goes to a seer to ask about his family. a seer (fortune teller thats actually legit, though they are quite vague and sometimes misleading) tells seth that he can find his family in a church down the street, he hasnt seen his family in YEARS, and he KNOWS his bio family is dead, so whats the seer up to?

(under the cut cuz it got long sorry)

seth (element of darkness) goes into a church building. the walls are wooden, with a red-purple carpet adorning the floor. seth is slowly but surely stepping towards where an altar would be, but instead theres a curtain covering the stage (idk what its called... yknow how in a church you go up some stairs and theres the altar and everything??? idk) the curtains a pale purplish blue. he grips the curtains, and tears them back, revealing a man writing something at a desk. the man looks up, and his eyes widens at seth. seth immediately summons shadows around him, getting into defensive.

the man stares at him, before raising his hand in greeting. "hello, are you alright?" seth makes the shadows recede, not realizing he had gone defensive. "im f-fine. i was, uh, told by a seer that my... family, uhm, would be here? who are you? you... are, uhm... well, uh, not who im trying to find." the man chuckles, eyes softening in understanding.

"my name is timothy. this church is now my home, as it was abandoned many years ago. and a seer, you say? you are aware that they mislead you, if they so desire?" timothy, a man in his middle ages with grey in his otherwise thick brown hair, plays with a clock hes working on. seth places his hand together, looking pensive.

"ah...then, uhm... i've been f-fooled? thats... i spent a few coins for that..." timothy looks at him. "how old are you, young man?" "i'll be turning, uhm, 21 in the fall, sir." timothy nods. "you remind me of my daughter. though... she's been missing... for quite a while now. she was quiet, and quite polite... i miss her, but i have not a clue where to start looking."

seth stared at him, memories of a fuzzy childhood coming to the forefront. "your...uhm, daughter? what...what was her name?" timothy paused his fiddling, face scrunching up. "sabrina... she disappeared when she was... oh, god, when she was 13. she... i should've been a better father. it's been 8 years and i never looked for her. i should have. i could have. i had all the time in the world, but..."

timothy paused his monolouge, noticing the pale face on seth. "oh! i apologize, you probably do not want to hear an old man ramble about missing children. you said you were trying to find your family?"

"sabrina. sabrina umbrud?" seth shakily asked, taking a step forward. "how... how did you know her last name? not just her last name, but mine as well. who are you?!" timothy reached for a screwdriver, eyes trained on seth's face.

"because, uh... i... i am... well, wow, this is..." seth fumbled over his words, looking around like the words would physically appear if he did. after a moment, seth blurted out, "do you know what transgender means?"

timothy looked bewildered, before his face morphed into understanding. "oh. is... are you implying what i think you are?"

seth nods quickly, shame creeping into his face. "i- yeah, i mean i- y'know, the hormones kind of changed my face, and i totally forgot about you, which, y'know, i REALLY shouldn't forget my own adoptive father, and-"

a hug interrupted him.

"i'm not sure i believe this, fully. but if this is real, and you are to be my... son. then... i'm sorry, i never looked for you. i... are you still- what should i call you?"

"seth. hi."

"seth... it's a nice name. i guess that seer was correct, after all."

-

ermm. i have no idea how to write characters. or if thats like, organic??? also this kinda turned into an actual story, oops

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Riddle Rosehearts Tsumsitter Personal Story: Part 2

"A Moment with Riddletsum II"

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Lounge]

Riddle: Cater, you were a great help yesterday. Thanks to you, I was able to relay the information to the other dorm students.

Cater: You're welcome～♪ But hey, y'know, seeing you and the tsums side by side is super cute～!

Cater: Let me snag a pic to remember this by. Smiiiile～～! Cheeese ♪

Riddle: Are you done? Seriously, Cater, you are acting like it's just another normal day.

Riddle: Ahem! These strange creatures will henceforth be known as "tsums". That is all well and good.

Riddle: But I was not expecting for us to be required to watch over them…

Cater: Riiight～? But hey, these tsums are pretty cute, so we should be able to have some fun taking care of them… Maaaybe.

Riddle: You're correct in that they are cute and charming, but it will require a certain level of responsibility to take care of living creatures.

Riddle: If we do not know where it came from, then there will not be a manual on how to care for them either. We must take extra care.

Cater: Yessir, Dorm Leader.

Riddle: When I first found this one, it caused me quite a lot of pain with how much it jumped and ran around without purpose.

Riddle: In the end, I wasn't able to place it in a cage, so I kept watch over it back in my own room last night.

Riddle: When it became time for bed, it crawled up next to my pillow and slept there until morning.

Riddle: Even now, it is behaving itself, perched on my shoulder… Yet I cannot assume it will stay that way forever.

Trey: Both of you are looking pretty tired. I guess it was a good thing that I've prepared for tea time.

Deuce: Here's Clover-senpai's handmade lemon tart.

Cater: Sweet ♪ I should totally take this chance take a picture of my tsum with the lemon tart in the background.

Ace: We got some hot tea for you guys too!

Riddle: What a nice scent. It puts me at ease.

Trey: It could be that because of this unusual event, you didn't even realize how wound up you were.

Trey: Come on, just take a bit of a break here while you can.

Riddle: You're right… That may be it. I'll have that cup of tea now.

Deuce: But yeah, this sure was surprising.

Deuce: I can't believe that tsums appeared looking just like Diamond-senpai and Rosehearts-ryōchō.

Riddle: What did you just say!? This creature… looks like me?

Riddle: Now that you mention it, I can see some similarities between Cater and his tsum, starting with the diamond mark under its eye, but…

Riddle: How can you say this little creature here resembles me in the slightest?

Ace: Eh… Riddle-ryōchō, you didn't notice at all? You've got the same-colored hair and the little crown, among other things.

Deuce: Also… I can sense a strange aura coming from it. Like, it might be this small, but it's super powerful, or something like that…

Riddle: Powerful?

Trey: Oh, yes. I agree that it does seem to be pretty dignified.

Riddle: Really, now…

Ace: If both the Dorm Leader and Cater-senpai are gonna be babysitting, then that'll just increase the work we're gonna have to do, huh…

Ace: I guess I just gotta eat a ton of this tasty tart and build up the energy while I can, then…

[Riddletsum tackles Ace]

Ace: WAAAH!!!

Trey: Ace!? What happened? Why did you suddenly start yelling?

Ace: This thing… Riddle-ryōchō's tsum just tackled me out of nowhere.

Ace: Maaan, that shocked me so much, I dropped my fork on the floor…

Deuce: Do the tsums want to eat too? I can bring another slice over.

Cater: Probably not～ Look, my little tsum's been sitting near the tart the whole time, but don't seem to be interested in eating it.

Cater: Besides, they don't really have mouths, anyway, so I don't think they eat or drink, right?

Deuce: I see… That's too bad, Clover-senpai's tarts are the best.

Trey: Haha, thanks. But, for them to not eat or drink… These creatures sure have a strange physiology.

Riddle: …Ace. You were just about to eat your tart, weren't you?

Ace: ? Yeah, I was…?

Riddle: The Queen of Hearts' Rule 89.

Deuce: Number 89 is, uh… I think it was...

Trey: "You shall not eat a tart before the Queen has given permission."

Riddle: I started to drink the tea, but I had not touched the lemon tart at all. In other words…

Ace: The tsum got mad at me because I tried to eat the tart before you!?

Deuce: Are you saying… That it's got the Rules of the Queen of Hearts memorized? Wow...

Cater: It's gotta be a coincidence, right? Cay-kun's tsum didn't react at all…

Trey: It's pretty hard to believe… But it's a tsum that looks like Riddle, so I'm sure they have some characteristics in common.

Ace: Then, please, Dorm Leader, hurry and start eating the tart already, would you…?

Ace: Eh, wait, what's going on!? The Dorm Leader's giving the tsum a huge smile… Even though he was super apprehensive of it earlier.

Riddle: That was a good initiative. You show some promise, after all.

Ace: Wow… Suddenly they're both in such a good mood. I kinda got a bad feeling about this…

Trey: Yeah. Seeing them side-by-side like this seems like a pleasant sight, but…

Cater: Yeaaaah… I think Cay-kun's gonna eat the tart later and head out with the tsum instead～ ♪

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