#not v proof read!!

[simplyreveries]

Can I request a Lilia x fem!reader to which Lilia is pining hard for reader? Just cute fluffy things, maybe Diasmonia will notices it too!

when theyre pining; lilia vanrouge!

you're going to see so much of him around now. he'll quite literally just pop out of nowhere and surprise you. he'll hang from upside down and casually speaking to you, asking what're you up to. he will always end up following you along.

lilia will always invite you over to diasomnia, he wants to share and show you his trinkets and souvenirs he's collected during his travels all around twisted wonderland. he likes it when you're interested to know, especially as someone who has barely been outside of sage island! no worries because as soon as lilia can, he will take you -- well anywhere with him. in fact, he dreams of it. while staying there, if you're... lucky he'll even offer you some food he's made. (bless silver for just making you two some tea whenever you're there).

is always as telling diasomnia about you. he'll randomly blissfully sigh and say something like "weren't they so lovely today, malleus?". he is not ashamed or embarrassed one bit with how strongly he feels about you. he tells the others his "perfect plans" in securing you as his lover. he thinks he can easily woo you, he's confident and cheeky when it comes his abilities. lilia always asks you "why, aren't i just the cutest (name)~?".

you'll sometimes find letters delivered to ramshackle in old looking paper and stamps sealed. they're by lilia of course, even though he doesn't exactly sign them. you can enjoy some of them with treats...? he puts in with them. that or some sort of darker colored flowers malleus told him may be a good idea to do.

can be pretty eager to share you the history he's known, if you're in class and seem struggling looking at a textbook he'll can easily help you. it's just a bit strange because you can sometimes forget that lilia has lived through a lot of these experiences. its so bizarre?? when he chuckles and thinks back like "let me see... oh yes, i remember that."

he compliments you all the time, he thinks you're simply adorable. he is quite observant too; he'll notice some changes you might've did to yourself or a hairstyle you tried differently. he's offering you his own accessories, rings, necklaces, earrings, hair pins- it's funny especially if you two have contrasting taste of styles. but he loves it if you'd accept and wear them. he loves seeing you in them. it's also sooo convenient for him because he's now easily matching you in some way. "we look simply perfect together.". with how he is acts around you i feel like everyone just thinks you're together at this point.

[rezhood]

I would make a post about how Sandra OConnor is rolling in her grave, but she is literally still alive. The first woman who ever served on the US Supreme Court is still alive. The Judge who cast the deciding vote in multiple abortion based cases (all which upheld Roe v Wade) is literally still alive. She could still be on the court right now, dementia be damned, because she is still alive but chose to retire. The MOTHER who legalized abortion is still alive. The white Christian Republican woman who voted in favor of upholding Roe against the wishes of her party, her religious leaders, and Ronald Reagan who nominated her thinking she was anti abortion… is still alive right now.

It wasn’t long ago at all. I don’t know whether to say it’s sad how fast the world forgets, or how terrible it is Christianity still makes laws in the US, or how terrifying it is to watch these powerful and ignorant people take away peoples freedoms like it’s nothing. I don’t know what will happen if RvW is actually overturned, I just think it’s awful how quickly progress can be undone by a couple of bitch ass judges. Sandra Day OConnor voted against her personal beliefs because she had empathy for those who had to chose and understood what it meant to sit on the Supreme Court. I wish the current Christian justices were half as good, morally and at their jobs.

[cursedweedman]

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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The family, glad to be finally rid of the blight, shuffled past the graveside. Some of them lingered for a moment, some of them didn't. There was grief, mixed in among the apathy, a wailing mother, still wrestling with denial, dough-eyed kids who were too young to really grasp what was going on. Were they siblings, Jimmy would wonder when one ran into his shins at the church, or the dead guys' orphans? The child stared up at him for a moment, Jimmy stared back.

He'd been to a lot of funerals in his time. Seen a lot of people away, been the last to leave, so he lingered like a bad smell by the graveside, thinking (see also: drinking). The hipflask was nearly done, and the chatter behind him had muttered away, yet he knew he wasn't alone. Tipped the last of the flask down into the ground.

"Why do we do it, huh?" He asked, "why do we buy big wooden boxes for our dead?" It always struck him as odd. Wouldn't you want flowers to grow out your ribs? To dust you shall return, and yet, we try to prolong that, even after death. "When I die, just leave me in the woods."

[strangeknight]

here’s some xandarian practice with one of @gotg2008 ‘s posts :D

[willczek-art]

Betrayal at the Tiny Retheming™

Concept pitch for The Other Illustration assignment! :D

(here's how four of the tiles got rendered! :³)

[roxannarambles]

teal mask fixit-fic on the fly part 9

(Current story so far: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 -

Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8)

"Why am I here again?"

The two students wandered through the small park under the shade of the trees.

"Wow, Arven, can't I just want to go for a walk with one of my friends?"

"Yeah . . . you can, but I know you had me come out here for a reason."

Nemona caved quickly.

"Fine, yeah, I did. But I think you're gonna like this! Because I had a great idea. We're gonna try to find the Loyal Three!"

They stopped. Arven stared at her.

"Nemona . . . did you not pay attention to the little story? You know they're dead, right? The Loyal Three are right there. Buried under ground?"

He gestured at the little monument placed atop the pokemon graves, not too far from where they stood. Nemona rolled her eyes.

"Yeah I know that Arven, I didn't mean it literally. But look, I was thinking, from the descriptions these pokemon sounded pretty powerful. Maybe we could find others of their same species! So I wanted to gather all the information we could about them. Look for any hints as to where we might search for more of their kind."

Arven frowned.

"I dunno. Sometimes powerful pokemon seem to be a one-off sort of deal. There might not be any others."

"I know, but isn't it worth trying? They might just be really rare! That happens a lot too, people think there's only one and then there turn out to be more."

Arven was forced to admit that was true.

"Yeah, I guess so. Although honestly, if you're looking for strong pokemon, I'm surprised you're not trying to hunt down Ogerpon? I mean, that one's confirmed to actually be around."

Nemona chuckled,

"Oh believe me, I tried. Me and Juliana looked all over! Especially where you first spotted it. And also at the place rumored to be Ogerpon's den, and Paradise Barrens, and the Infernal Pass, and Oni's Maw . . . so on, so on. I wanted to ask Kieran more about it, too, but he's been hiding in his room all day."

Arven sighed.

"Yeah. I'm a bit worried about him, to be honest."

Nemona nodded,

"Same. I thought maybe if we found Ogerpon again, his family might let us show it to him and he'd feel better. But that plan kinda got wrecked, so maybe one of the Loyal Three would be good enough?"

Arven considered that. He shrugged.

"Eh, I guess it's worth a shot. What do you know so far on these guys?"

Nemona clasped her hands together, excited.

"Okay!! So far, not a ton. I've been talking to people in town, but mostly they just talked about folklore type stuff. The one called Munkidori is supposed to bring you success in your classes or career if you worship him. They said he used to be very dim-witted until he wished for wisdom. The one called Okidogi is supposed to bring success in relationships, and apparently he used to be small and weak until he wished for strength. And then Fezadip-- uh, Fezanti-- er-- Fezandipi? Um . . ."

She waved a hand,

"Whatever, the bird one, that one used to be ugly until he wished for beauty, and worshipping him brings you good luck and serendipity! Oh, wait. Fezandipiti! I just got that. Haha, that's cute."

Arven raised a brow.

"Okay . . . well. Is that it?"

Nemona glanced down at her phone.

"That's most of it. I also have notes about their physical appearances and personalities and some places that people thought they might like to hang out? It'll all pretty vague though. I was hoping that taking a closer look at the monument might tell us more."

They approached the humble little monument in the far edge of the park. It had a trio of stone statues-- a monkey, a dog and a bird, adorned with handknitted decorations. Nemona leanded down and studied the statues very closely, while Arven read the nearby plaque.

"Long ago, these three courageous pokemon blah blah blah . . . protected the town, defeated the Ogre, yadda yadda. Nothing useful."

"Hmmm."

Arven stood beside Nemona to examine the statues as well. After a long pause, he said,

"Not to be a killjoy, but what exactly do you hope to accomplish by staring at these statues?"

Nemona stood back up and groaned.

"I dunno . . . I guess you're right."

She gave the statues another mournful glance.

"It's not like they're gonna spontaneously appear here or something. I wish they would, though."

There was a deep rumbling, the ground beneath the trainer's feet shaking. Both of them startled.

"Wh-wha? Earthquake?!"

The rumbling increased, growing louder and louder, until the ground right in front of Nemona and Arven-- centered on the Loyal Three's monument-- split completely open, tearing the monument apart entirely. They gasped as they watched three figures claw their way from the dirt and out into the open air.

A monkey, a dog, and a bird. Perfectly healthy and whole.

Nemona and Arven gaped in disbelief at the trio of pokemon.

"N-nemona, are they . . ."

Nemona scrambled for her pokeballs, but the three legendaries were incredibly quick; they were off and running in the direction of the town (well, the bird flew) before Nemona could even whip her Pawmot out.

"AFTER THEM!" she yelled, taking off running.

"Wait, Nemona, what the heck is going on?!"

"NO CLUE! C'MON!"

In Mossui Town, Penny and Juliana were sitting on one of the stone walls, just chilling.

"Carmine ever say when her grandpa's gonna be done with fixing that mask?"

"Mmm, she said it'd be ready soon."

"Cool."

Penny sipped her lemonade.

"If you can't find the ogre how do you plan giving it back?"

"Just gonna leave it in its den."

"Ah. Yeah I guess that works."

Juliana slurped her own lemonade.

"Y'know it's pretty quiet around here. I kinda like it."

"Yeah? I think it's kinda boring. I wish something would happen."

"Juliana, c'mon. Be careful of what you wish for."

"What? I mean it. It's so--"

The ground began to shake.

"Whoa, hey, earthquake?"

"I guess?"

Not long after, they watched as a trio of pokemon rushed down the path from the apple orchard, then ran right by them through town, across the bridge and up the path towards Kitakami Hall.

"Um . . ."

"Penny, am I crazy or did those kinda look like . . . y'know."

"Yeah, they kinda did."

They watched as Nemona and Arven went tearing down the hill next, stopping short as they entered town. Nemona demanded,

"JULES! PENNY! Did you see the Loyal Three run through here?!"

Then she gasped for breath, looking like she was about to pass out. Arven reached out and prevented her from collapsing, saying,

"Easy, Nemona, they're not worth dying over!"

Penny answered,

"Yeah, they went that direction, towards Kitakami Hall."

Nemona panted,

"Quick, we gotta catch up to them!"

"I got you, girl," Juliana said, tossing her pokeball and releasing Koraidon. As Juliana and Nemona climbed aboard, Arven groaned,

"Oh man, do we really gotta--"

"GET ON OR EAT DUST, ARVEN."

Penny hopped onto Koraidon from the wall. Arven sighed,

"Fine, fine, jeez."

As the bright red lizard motorbike went tearing through town, Nemona shouted,

"Wait, we should swing by Carmine's house and tell her too!"

Soon they had pulled up in front of her house-- she happened to just step out into the front yard-- and were shouting at Carmine.

"Carmine, the Loyal Three are alive?? Somehow??"

"Wh-what?!"

"We gotta go after them!"

"Never mind that, Kieran's stolen the mask!"

"What?!"

"We have to go find him!"

"But the Loyal Three--"

"What's wrong with you, they're dead!"

"They're now undead!"

"We don't have time for this crap!"

"Agreed, get on!"

"On-- on that thing??"

Seated furthermost at the back, Arven reached a hand out.

"If you wanna find him fast, you better just come aboard."

Carmine made a displeased grunt but made her mind up quickly, grabbing hold of his hand. He hauled her up, although there was not much room left and she was sandwiched between Arven and Penny, more in Arven's lap than actually on Koraidon.

"Gun it, Jules!"

They went tearing off down the road, Carmine screaming.

"If I fall to my death I'm going to kill you guys!"

The four teens screeched to a stop at Kitakami Hall, seeing that a crowd of people had gathered there. They called to the Caretaker and the Caretaker told them,

"You just missed them! The Loyal Three were here, in the flesh! Such a remarkable blessing on this day. We welcomed them and fed them our most prized mochi and presented them with their Masks--"

"You fed them?! And gave them the masks?!"

"Aw, crap."

"I can't believe this. They're really alive again? This is ridiculous."

Confused, the Caretaker asked,

"I-is there something amiss?"

"Where are they now?"

The Caretaker pointed.

"They headed off as a group, towards the Oni Mountains."

Carmine suddenly gasped.

"Wait. You guys, I just realized where Kieran's probably run off to with the mask! This is awful!"

"You mean--"

"The Ogre's Den!"

"And the Loyal Three are probably--"

"We gotta go, now!"

They ran along the path through the Oni Mountains like they had death itself nipping at their heels. The most terrifying portion was when Juliana decided to continue running full tilt over the narrow stone catwalk that passed over the canyon, but Koraidon navigated it expertly and screeched to a halt in front of Ogerpon's den.

They had been correct. The Loyal Three were indeed here to harass Ogerpon for its final mask. And, it seemed, Kieran was here too-- the young teen had wedged himself into the den's entrance, while the three pokemon cried angrily and threatened him. The bird was pecking at him, and the monkey seemed to be charging up an attack.

"HEY! Why don't you three pick on somebody your own size?" Carmine yelled, jumping from Koraidon. She sent her Sinistcha out.

Juliana jumped down and sent out her Volcarona.

Then Nemona sent out her Pawmot. Arven sent out his Mabosstiff. Penny sent out her Sylveon.

Koraidon stood on his hind legs, unfurrowing his feathery crests and hissing.

The Loyal Three quickly lost all nerve, outnumbered and outmatched. They turned tail and fled in different directions, escaping too fast for the trainers to keep track of where they went. It didn't matter for the moment, though, as they had more pressing matters to attend to.

"Kiki, are you okay?!"

Carmine rushed over and crouched down, helping Kieran stand back up. Looking frightened but mostly uninjured, the boy stammered,

"I-I think so . . . they were trying to hurt Ogerpon, a-and I tried stopping them, but they defeated all my pokemon, s-so I . . ."

He trailed off. Carmine gently touched the light scratches on his cheek. She stated,

"So you guarded the den yourself."

He nodded meekly. She peered over his shoulder, asking,

"And how's Ogerpon?"

"S-she's okay, I think . . . she ran into her den when they got here."

Carmine took a few steps into the den to confirm that with her own eyes. She quickly re-immerged, saying,

"Yeah, it looks scared but okay."

The other teens looked relieved. Carmine continued,

"Which is good, because that means I can ask you WHAT THE HELL YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE DOING?!"

She turned on Kieran with rage.

"I-I--"

"You scared me half to death, running off like that! How could you be so dense--"

"Well how could you be so awful?!" Kieran suddenly shouted back, startling Carmine so much she fell silent. She stared for a moment in shock and then opened her mouth, but he kept shouting.

"ALL of you! I heard everything, you know! All your secret meetings that you had without me! How could you all keep such important secrets from me?! Knowing how important Ogerpon is to me!"

Carmine yelled right back at him,

"We didn't tell you 'cause we were worried you'd do something really stupid, and guess what, ya dingus, you did!"

Kieran glared daggers and snapped,

"I stole the mask because I didn't trust any of you to return it to Ogerpon!"

Carmine gave a short, bitter laugh.

"That's stupid! Why would we bother repairing it if we weren't gonna give it back?"

"I don't know, you mighta decided to just put it up on display like all the others! It's not like you gave those back either when you learned the truth, did you?"

"If we did that the whole village would have been in an uproar, you moron!"

"Hey, hey, guys, come on, let's not fight," Juliana said, stepping in,

"The important thing is everyone's safe now, right?"

The siblings glanced at her, clearly not agreeing. Carmine bickered,

"No thanks to him! Running off alone like that--"

"Me?! No thanks to you, hiding the truth all this time--"

There was a frightened little whimper, and Kieran stopped short. He looked into the den, where Ogerpon was curled into a ball, shaking.

All the vitriol left Kieran at once, his expression shifting into one of sorrow.

"Ogerpon . . . I-I'm . . . I'm sorry . . . we're scaring her . . ."

Carmine glanced away, her anger muted and looking a little guilty. Gently, Juliana said,

"Look, Carmine, I know you were worried, but Kieran's safe now. Okay? He obviously was just trying to do what he thought was best for Ogerpon."

Carmine grumbled.

"I guess."

Juliana stepped a little closer to Kieran. She said quietly,

"And Kieran, you were right."

He looked to her, surprised. She said,

"It was wrong of us to hide this from you. I do believe your family truly were doing it with the best of intentions, but it was still wrong-- so for that, and for my role in it, I really am sorry."

She glanced to her classmates. They all nodded, agreeing. Kieran's shoulders had been squared, but they now relaxed and he glanced away. Quietly, he said,

"You . . . you all did come to save Ogerpon when she was in danger, so . . . I guess I overreacted a little. I'm sorry too."

Carmine sighed. She nudged Kieran a little.

"Hey. Don't look so down. Did you get to give Ogerpon her mask yet? I bet that'll cheer her up."

Kieran frowned, looking worried.

"I-I tried to . . . but that's when the other pokemon got here. She was just about to take it when they scared her back into her den."

He reached into the little cave's entrance and took up the mask that had been propped there. It looked to be in perfect condition, its gems shining brilliantly in the light; Kieran's grandfather had apparently finished repairs just before he'd stolen it. Gently, Carmine suggested,

"Well, maybe now that things have settled down, she'd like it back?"

Kieran looked into the cave nervously.

"I'll try . . ."

Tentatively, Kieran stepped forward.

"Ogerpon? . . . Everything's okay now. My friends scared all the bad guys away. You can come out now."

The others came closer to watch; Ogerpon was still huddled in the far corner of her cave. She looked at Kieran with wide, frightened eyes.

"It's okay, Ogerpon . . . do you want your mask back?"

He took a few more steps forward, holding the mask out. Ogerpon made a scared little squeak and hid her face. Kieran looked crestfallen.

"She's scared of me."

"Oh, Kiki, she's just been through a lot lately. I'm sure she'll want it later when she's calmed down," Carmine said. He came out of the cave, his shoulders slumped.

"I dunno. She was like that when I first got here, too. She didn't trust me."

"Well she's only just met you, Kiki!"

Her brother slid down to the ground to sit, staring gloomily at the Teal Mask in his hands. Carmine made a 'tsk' noise and turned, saying,

"Arven, why don't you try giving Operpon the mask back?"

Arven blinked at her, asking,

"Me? Why me?"

She crossed her arms and answered,

"Because! When we first saw Ogerpon, it looked like you were pretty good at talking to her. Look, somebody's gotta do it, or else Kieran's gonna just sulk here the rest of the day--"

"--all right, all right! I'll give it a try."

He shuffled forward and looked down at Kieran.

"Would that be all right with you?" he asked quietly. Kieran hesitated, but eventually nodded. He held the mask out wordlessly.

Arven took it. He went to the cave's entrance, gazing in at the frightened pokemon. Then he glanced behind himself at the others, who were crowded round.

"Maybe everyone could, um . . . give her a little space? I have a feeling she might be nervous with so many eyes on her."

The others backed off awkwardly, leaving the cave entrance vacant, and Arven took a few more steps into the cave. Then he paused there a moment.

"Hey there," he said, softly.

The little pokemon had her face buried in her hands, but she looked up at the sound of Arven's voice.

"Hi," he repeated, giving a little wave. The pokemon flinched a little at the gesture.

"Hey, it's okay, bud. I won't come any closer if you don't want me to."

Arven set his bag down and then slid to the floor to sit. Ogerpon watched him closely.

"I'm sorry about all the yelling. Actually, to tell you the truth, I hate it when people yell too," he said, with a dry laugh.

"It's not your fault though. I promise."

The pokemon swayed anxiously on her feet. Arven studied her a little. After a bit, he mused aloud,

"Ya know, it's funny that you just happened to show up at that festival when my friends and I came to visit. Guess we were just lucky, huh? Or maybe . . . I dunno, maybe you just got so tired of being alone that it was finally enough to win out over your fears."

The pokemon crept forward just a little bit more. Arven could finally see her face properly for the first time through the costume-like leaf that covered her body. She had bright yellow eyes-- wide and innocent-- and a tiny pair of fangs, her face a vivid orange.

"You're a cute little rascal, aren't you? Honestly I don't get how anyone could be scared of you. Not that I mean you aren't tough, of course. You probably could have given those bullies a run for their money."

Ogerpon seemed to be much more at ease now. Arven zipped open a pouch on his bag.

"Hey, I've got something special to share, if you'd like. I don't give these out to many people, but you can be an exception."

He took a Leichi berry from his bag. At first, Ogerpon startled, anxious over what Arven was doing.

"It's okay, bud, it's just a berry."

He held the berry out. Ogerpon inched forward, gazing at it with her bright eyes.

"These are pretty good, if I do say so myself. I fought off a whole pack of Poochyena for them!"

Ogerpon took the berry with a sudden grab and backed off a few paces. She bit into it and then made a happy little noise. Arven chuckled.

"Told ya they were good."

She finished off the berry very quickly, her little fangs stained in juice. She came forward again and sat down beside Arven, looking at him with wide eyes.

"What, you want another? Well, I was saving these for making some desserts when I went back home, but I guess one more won't hurt."

The pokemon cheerfully ate the fat berry and hopped back and forth, chirping.

"More? You're killing me, bud. You do know how rare these are, right?"

Ogerpon nibbled on Arven's bag.

"Maybe you'd like an Oran berry? How's that sound?"

He tried to offer an Oran berry to her, but she made a garbled little cry and swayed on her feet, refusing to take it.

"Okay, okay, I get it. Guess this one is a bit of a gourmand. Leichi berry it is then."

He handed another over. Fortunately for Arven, it seemed Ogerpon was satisfied with three of the berries. She sat back down, licking the juice on her hands.

"So, um . . . on another subject, I kinda have something of yours. Sorry it took us so long to get this back to you, but we wanted to repair it first."

He took the mask from his bag. Like before, Ogerpon flinched at first, but she calmed down quickly this time.

"It looks good as new! It's supposed to enhance your battle powers or something, right? Probably a good idea to have it, then."

He held it out gingerly.

Ogerpon took the mask. She touched it softly and smiled.

When Arven immerged from the cave once more, Ogerpon followed closely behind him, wearing the Teal Mask. The others cheered at the sight.

"You did it, Arven!"

"I told you he could."

"Aw, I'm glad it worked out."

The shy little pokemon clung to Arven's leg, looking out at the others. Carmine told her brother,

"See, Kiki? Looks like Ogerpon's feeling a lot better now."

It seemed everyone was glad to see Ogerpon had cheered up-- everyone except Kieran. There was a tension in his expression when he looked at her. He muttered,

"Yeah . . ."

Carmine gave an annoyed huff.

"What's wrong now?"

Kieran turned away. He mumbled,

"I just . . . don't understand why she likes Arven, but she doesn't like me."

Arven quickly countered,

"That's not true, she's just a shy little gal."

"You said the Loyal Three arrived at the same time you tried to give the mask back, Kieran?" Juliana asked. Kieran glanced to her and nodded reluctantly.

"It's possible Ogerpon accidentally associated you with the Loyal Three attack," Juliana said gently,

"It was probably very scary and confusing for her, and she didn't understand what was going on."

Kieran's expression dropped into a look of horror.

"Y-you think so?"

Juliana tried to quickly reassure him.

"It's possible, but it's okay, Kieran. I'm sure she'll still warm up to you. You just need to give her a little time."

Her comforts seemed to fall on deaf ears. Kieran suddenly said,

"She probably doesn't trust me because I failed to protect her!"

Looking very frustrated, Carmine shot back,

"Kiki, that's not even true! You risked your life to keep her safe!"

"But my whole team fell, and if you guys didn't come when you did, they would have gotten to her--"

"KIERAN--"

"Whoaaa there, let's not get back into arguing," Juliana cut in.

"Yeah, agreed," Arven said, giving a pointed look towards the pokemon clutching his leg. Carmine sighed and started again at a quieter volume,

"Kiki--"

"I have an idea!" Nemona announced, cutting Carmine off. Everyone looked to Nemona; she had her hands balled into fists as she excitedly proclaimed,

"We should go track down the Loyal Three! As long as they're out there, they're gonna be a threat to Ogerpon, right? So we should go find them! Also, OH, also," she began to pace,

"The Caretaker said they gave them those masks back, so maybe we could get those back at the same time!"

Carmine crossed her arms and frowned.

"That's . . . a good point, actually."

"Those masks originally belonged to Ogerpon, right?" Arven asked.

"Yeah, that's right."

"So maybe we can give them all back to Ogerpon!" Nemona concluded.

Kieran seemed to like the idea, but he shook his head. He said,

"But everyone in the village would notice. You told me that was the reason you hadn't already returned them."

Nemona said,

"Oh. Right. Shoot."

Penny spoke up,

"Well, maybe not?" The group looked to her.

"As far as they know, they've returned the masks to their three guardian patrons. But if we don't tell anyone that we've chased them all down and taken them back . . ."

Nemona beamed,

"Yeah! That's perfect!"

Carmine smirked a little.

"Beat 'em up and take back what's ours? Yeah, I think I'm down for that."

". . . how do we find them, though?" Kieran asked.

Nemona flashed them all a grin.

"Don't worry, I've been doing my homework, unlike all you other slackers."

"Nerd."

"And I've gathered a ton notes on where the Loyal Three are likely to go. We'll split up into three teams of two, and head out in the different directions! That way we can cover the most ground at once and hopefully get the masks back as quickly as possible."

Kieran glanced back warily at the little pokemon hiding behind Arven.

"I think Ogerpon should go with one of us. Just in case they try to come back and hurt her again."

Arven nodded.

"That's good thinking, Kieran. How 'bout this, you and me can make a team and she can come with us?"

Kieran agreed. The others split off into teams as well and figured out where they were going to search.

Then they were off, delving into the wilds of Kitakami, hoping to track down their quarry.

At Wisteria Pond, team Julinemo had an easy time tracking down and dealing with Munkidori. Once they worked out it was Poison/Psychic, it fell quickly to Juliana's Corviknight and Nemona's Orthworm.

"That was almost a bit disappointing," Nemona sighed, once the defeated Legendary had escaped. She wasn't even all that upset that the monkey had given them the slip.

"Yeah, it was a bit weak, huh? Even souped up on those mystic herbs. Maybe we ended up with the easiest one of the three."

Nemona checked her phone, looking worried.

"If that's the case . . . I hope the others don't have too hard a time."

Meanwhile . . .

Carmine and Penny found Fezandipiti in Fellhorn Gorge, after a bit of a hike and a lot of scanning the skies. Carmine sighed in relief when they spotted it.

"Good. I did not want to be the only team that failed to get a mask back."

She turned to her partner and said,

"You're . . . Penny, right? You're my favorite Naranja kid out of the lot."

Penny gave her a confused look.

"I am? But we haven't even spoken to each other until now?"

"Exactly," Carmine said, taking a pokeball from her bag.

"Anyway, let's go make this bird sorry for ever leaving its grave."

The two girls approached their foe and quickly formed a plan; Penny sent out her Jolteon and Carmine sent out Morpeko. Yet, they were shocked when their electric moves did incredibly little.

"What the heck kind of bird is this?"

"Maybe it's not Flying-type?"

Carmine scoffed, gesturing at the pokemon.

"What do you mean? It's flying, isn't it? How couldn't it be Flying type?"

"Plenty of Pokemon that can fly aren't flying type. Venomoth, Magnemite, Garchomp . . ."

"Okay, smartass, I know that, I'm just saying-- wait, Garchomp can fly?! Since when?"

Penny recalled her Jolteon.

"Let's stay focused on the battle. It's been using Beat Up, so maybe it's Dark type?"

Penny sent out her Sylveon and tried using Moonblast, but Fezandipiti hardly even batted an eye at the powerful move.

"That's . . . concerning. Sylveon is my strongest pokemon."

The bird gave a cry, striking both its foes with Disarming Voice. Carmine had been battering away with Matcha Gotcha with equally feeble results.

"Ugh, Sinistcha, use Scald!"

"Sylveon, Baby-Doll Eyes!"

Fezandipiti gave another cry, hitting both its opponents again with the soundwave.

"Why are you wasting your time with stupid Baby-Doll Eyes?! You can see how little we're doing, we need to hit the damn thing!"

Penny lifted a brow and answered her mildly,

"Okay, you need to work on your anger issues, seriously. Baby-Doll Eyes actually helps us a lot here, this is probably gonna be a long battle."

Carmine scowled.

"Not if I can help it."

She recalled her Sinistcha, saying,

"It keeps using that annoying Disarming Voice so I bet it's Fairy type. Which means I get to introduce it to my brand-new ace."

Flinging a ball, she released a large black lizard streaked in hot pink. She called,

"Salazzle! Use Sludge Wave!"

Penny's eyes widened and she said,

"What, wait--"

It was too late; Salazzle quickly created a massive wave of toxic water, sending it out in all directions. The move struck Fezandipiti but did woefully little to it.

Slyveon wasn't quite so lucky. The wave of poison had the little Fairy-type writhing in agony. It didn't actually faint, but then Fezandipiti decided to rub salt in the wound by hitting Slyveon with a Cross Poison, and that was certainly enough to finish it off and for it return to Penny's pokeball.

"What the hell, Carmine?!"

"What?!"

"You don't just go around using Sludge Wave when you have an ally, you freak! Especially when your ally is Sylveon!"

Carmine looked surprised at how angry Penny was, as if she didn't expect it from her. Despite that, she still sassed back,

"We could have ended the battle right then and there, it's not like it would have mattered!"

Penny gestured at their opponent,

"Looks like it's still going on to me!"

"Well I was wrong, so sue me! It was a decent guess!"

Penny sighed, removing her glasses and pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Someone really needs to teach you how to play well with others."

Fezandipiti struck Salazzle and Carmine cringed at what looked like a critical hit.

"I'm a sitting Ducklett out here as the only target, Penny--"

"Oh so now you want an ally?"

Carmine growled,

"We can argue after the battle, all right, for now let's just finish this!"

Penny sighed again and sent out another pokemon.

"Salazzle, use Flamethrower!"

"Flareon, Fire Spin!"

The flames engulfed their foe, but it still did not fall. Penny shook her head and said,

"Jeez, this thing has to have ridiculous special defense."

They watched as the bird swooped down low and landed on the ground before them, a soft glow enveloping its body. Carmine shouted,

"NO! Seriously?!"

Penny's reaction was not as loud, but she did groan-- she wasn't any happier with the battle being extended with Roost.

"Salazzle, return!"

"Flareon, Baby-Doll Eyes!"

Carmine sent out her Mightyena, and she looked like she was rapidly losing all patience.

"Mightyena, use Take D--"

She stopped short, hesitating for some reason. She glanced at Penny, then away, apparently pondering something-- then sighed. Her voice was strangely awkward as she asked,

"Um, d-does your Flareon have any physical moves?"

Penny nodded at her slowly.

"Yeah . . . Flare Blitz."

Carmine nodded, then turned back to Mightyena. In a calmer tone, she said,

"Okay, Mightyena. Use Howl."

The canine's cry pierced the air, raising the attack of both Mightyena and Flareon. Penny gave Carmine a surprised look.

"What? You wanted me to be a team player, right?"

Penny smiled at her.

Carmine said,

"Keep spamming those dumb Baby-Doll Eyes, I'll keep spamming the Howls. Let's finish this."

Penny nodded,

"Right!"

Meanwhile . . .

Arven and Kieran had the longest hike of the three teams by far. They had to travel all the way out into the Paradise Barrens before turning up the final member of the Loyal Three. When they finally spotted the huge green canine, Arven cheerfully patted Kieran on the shoulder, saying,

"There he is, I told you we'd find him eventually! Hard to miss something that big."

Kieran had been very quiet the whole trip, but he nodded gratefully now, saying quietly,

"You were right. Thank you for helping us find him."

"Of course! I'm a bit of a Titan pokemon expert, you know, so if you're worried about the battle, I'm sure things will go fine! We just gotta work together and--"

Kieran turned away from Arven, interrupting,

"Actually, I'd like to face Okidogi alone, if you don't mind."

Arven balked.

"Wh-what?"

Kieran began to approach the legendary, Arven following quickly behind him.

"I have to prove myself for Ogerpon. She needs to know I can protect her."

"Kieran, I'm sure Ogerpon knows--"

Kieran stopped so suddenly that Arven almost ran into him; the young teen shot Arven a gaze that was disturbingly cold.

"How do you know that? Did she tell you?"

"U-uh . . . no?"

Kieran nodded, looking to the innocent little grass type that still followed closely behind Arven.

"Yeah. Thought so. So maybe don't assume you know what she thinks and feels."

Arven stared, at a loss as to how to respond. After a few beats, Kieran said,

"Look, after I messed up the last time, I need to prove I can defeat at least one of Ogerpon's enemies. Please, Arven."

Arven looked to the nearby legendary, clearly not liking this at all. But he fought back against all his reservations, and eventually nodded.

"All right, I'll stay out of it. For now. If you get into a tight spot, though, I'm still gonna bail you out."

Kieran gave a single nod and then turned. He walked out into the clearing where Okidogi was lounging.

When the pokemon noticed him, it stood quickly to its full height and growled, leering down at him with sharp teeth and a vicious gaze. The shadow from the pokemon fell over Kieran and engulfed his entire body.

Kieran took a pokeball from his bag, fighting to keep his hand from shaking. He squeezed his eyes shut, holding the pokeball tightly.

Then he threw it. His lead pokemon appeared.

"Yanmega, Bug Buzz!"

The speedy insect sent a shockwave out, striking the canine, but the move didn't seem to even tickle. The dog made a noise that was alarmingly close to a laugh and then lashed out savagely with a Poison Jab. The dragonfly cried weakly and immediately fainted.

Kieran's eyes widened. Not a great start.

Clearly rattled, Kieran sent out his Poliwrath. Arven guessed it was his ace pokemon, based on the fight he'd watched earlier between Kieran and Juliana.

"Poliwrath, use Brick Break!"

The beefy water type leapt forward and struck Okidogi with a powerful chop.

They watched as Okidogi began to glow orange, raising one of its mighty fists; it sent its fist crashing down on Poliwrath with incredible force. Poliwrath was knocked clean backwards, immediately fainting from the Counter.

Worried, Arven couldn't help but call out,

"Kieran--"

His voice high and taut, he yelled back,

"No, let me do this, I can still do this!"

He sent out Cramorant, calling,

"Th-thrash!"

The bird flapped its wings and ran directly towards the huge dog without any hesitation. When it reached its foe it began to peck and beat at it with its wings, as furiously at the little bird could muster.

Okidogi looked more annoyed then genuinely hurt by the attack. It lowered its head and bit down on the bird, hard, its sharp teeth sinking into the poor creature.

Cramorant cried feebly but continued its attack as well as it could manage, flailing and pecking-- but it soon fainted.

"Okay, I'm really sorry, Kieran, but I gotta help you out here!"

Arven rushed to Kieran's side, but the boy stubbornly argued,

"I need to defeat him, you don't understand, I can't have help!"

"We all need help sometimes, Kieran, Ogerpon isn't going to think less of you for that!"

Ignoring him, Kieran tossed a ball, sending out his dragon type.

"Dipplin, Syrup Bomb, quick!"

Unfortunately, 'quick' was not a thing that Dipplin excelled in. Okidogi hit the little dragon with a Poison Jab, the apple rolling away for quite some distance. When the dragon poked its head back out, it looked weak and dizzy from poisoning. It still managed to fire a red, goopy shot at Okidogi, but the grass move didn't do much to faze it.

"O-okay, Dipplin, try Dragon Pulse!" Okidogi stomped up and smashed Dipplin with a second Poison Jab before it could react.

"No!" Kieran cried as the pokemon returned to its ball.

He looked devastated. Arven told him calmly,

"It's all right, Kieran. We'll beat him together."

He threw one of his own pokeballs.

"Mabosstiff, we need your help! I know he looks big but the bigger they are, the harder they fall-- we can do this! Use Psychic Fangs, boy!"

Mabosstiff turned to face his foe and barked defiantly. Okidogi growled in return.

Mabosstiff charged headlong at its foe. Okidogi swung a fist, but before the attack could connect Mabosstiff latched its jaws down on its hand, biting hard.

Okidogi howled in pain. It swung its hands together and smashed at Mabosstiff, with the shuddering impact of a Counter. Mabosstiff's fierce grip slackened and he fainted.

"It's okay, you did good, boy," Arven said, recalling the pokemon. Okidogi whined, licking his injured paw.

"Why did your pokemon do so much more damage?" Kieran asked, the frustration clear in his voice. Arven shrugged,

"Well, I was guessing this big brute's either Poison or Fighting type."

Kieran balled a fist, shouting,

"But I was so sure it's a Dark type! They're evil, all three of them-- it just makes sense!"

"It was a good guess, Kieran, but you saw how little your Bug and Fighting moves did to it."

Okidogi stood back up to its full height. It was glaring down at the two humans, snarling.

"Ooh boy, he looks mad. Quick, Kieran, we'd better send something else out."

Arven tossed a pokeball, releasing his Scovillain. When Kieran sent out his last pokemon, Arven turned to him.

"A Gligar, perfect! Use a Flying or Ground move, Kieran, let's hit him where it hurts!"

"O-okay . . . Gligar, Dual Wingbeat!"

"Scovillain, Zen Headbutt!"

The pokemon closed in and attacked Okidogi at once, Gligar swooping in and striking with its batlike wings at Okidogi's head, Scovillain smashing into Okidogi's torso with a pair of glowing heads. The dog howled and flailed, whipping its arms around. The Poison Jab caught Scovillain in the face(s) and it soon fainted to the move.

"Great work, Kieran, keep it up-- we have him now!"

Arven threw a ball, sending his Toedscruel into the fray.

"Gligar, Dual Wingbeat!"

"Toedscruel, let's teach this dog to sit and stay! Use Earth Power!"

Toedscruel's long tendrils wriggled down into the earth, and not long after, a volcanic blast of energy erupted beneath Okidogi's feet; meanwhile, Gligar dove at Okidogi's head, its wings slicing the air with a sharp noise before hitting its target.

Finally, the large canine succumbed to his attackers, staggering and then falling, collapsing onto the ground.

"Yeah! We did it!" Arven cheered, patting Kieran on the shoulders roughly.

"I knew we could do it together, little bud! Let's go see if he has that mask!"

The two trainers were indeed able to retreive the stolen mask from the oversized pokemon. Arven suggested that Kieran try giving the mask back to Ogerpon.

Kieran looked very reluctant, but he tried it anyway. Ogerpon's first reaction was to shy away, apparently still anxious about Kieran approaching her. But with Arven comforting Ogerpon a little and encouraging her, she eventually accepted the mask from Kieran.

When she did, Arven took a selfie with the three of them. Ogerpon wore her returned mask, chirping happily, while Arven grinned at the camera with a Victory sign, arm slung over Kieran.

Kieran's gaze was elsewhere, though, his eyes sad and his face stony.

[ahollowgrave]

// In which Odette & None go fishing...

You are a world away when you feel the line tug. Your hands respond more out of surprise than any real skill, a sharp tug upward. Out of the corner of your eye, you see None’s big ears twitch and they rise. Embarrassment burns in your cheeks. You want to impress None but fishing has never been one of your talents.

They are next to you soon enough, guiding you through the steps. Pull, reel, pull -- let him go a little, sweets but not too much. Is he heavy? Their voice is a rasp, a fall of gravel. It is low and quiet as though they fear the fish might hear and give up the pursuit. Their fingers close around the pole, carefully avoiding touching you. Gratitude filled you twice over.

With None’s aid, the fish is out of the water before long. They nimbly remove the hook from the fish’s lip - you wince in sympathy, feel a burning in your throat - and then None gestures to you. You lift your arm so they can measure the fish against it, expression thoughtful.

You think None is beautiful. 

(You would never tell them this, they would say thank you but they would hate it.)

Their hair is a dark, deep green that reminds you of moss and their eyes are large and brown like the worn leather of your pack. Their fingers are calloused and their face lined with age and grief. It never tells you much but you know None well enough to read the minute changes.

(You once told them they must have been born old and sad. You had meant it in a mean way. You had been twelve. None had laughed and the sound had filled you with such joy that you saved it, folded it up many times, and stored it in a corner of your heart.)

None pulled the fish back with a shake of their head, the end of their big, droopy ears swaying with the motion.

“Too small.”

They kissed each of the fish’s cheeks, the air just above its scales, and then wordlessly held it out to you.

You obediently leaned forward to mimic the gesture; a kiss for thanks and a kiss for luck. The fish stared blankly back at you, mouth gaping. None turned and squatted to gently release it into the water once more.

“S’good catch,” they murmured as they washed their hands.

“It was too small,” you detest how your voice whines when you say it and you sink a little more into your embarrassment. 

“Lotta things are,” None replied with a shrug. Their voice was dry as ever. Nothing ever phased None and it made you envious, crybaby that you are. “We just try again.” They turned back to you and patted their stomach and, unexpectedly, gifted you with one of their grins; fierce and out of place on their exhausted features.

(You do your best to memorize the expression. Forever stealing traits from those you adore; it is the only love language you know.)

None is saying, “I’ve got a big hunger so, get back to it.” They hand you the fishing line. They have already baited your hook for you and though it wasn’t your hands that pierced the worm with the hook you still feel… queasy. You watch it wiggle for a while, trying to puzzle through the emotions that sit heavy in your stomach. 

None hasn’t let go of the fishing pole. They are watching you.  You don’t mind, you never have. None watches you how they watch everyone; how you imagine a tree might watch a squirrel upon its branch. They are only observing, perhaps some mild concern for safety.

Their eyebrows lift in a silent question.

You want so badly to be something else, at this moment. But you are what you are and your heart beats from the edge of your sleeve.

“Does it hurt…?” your voice is so small.

None’s right ear twitched and they looked down at the worm on the hook.

“Probably.”

“Oh.” Not the answer you wanted and your heart constricted painfully.

None makes a noise. Some might think it annoyance, maybe anger. You know it is helplessness. The silence stretches long.

“If I take it off the hook it will likely die anyway, sweets.” Their voice has changed. You hate and love that you have this power; to change the enduring monotone of None’s voice. It is softer now. Like someone has laid velvet over the gravel in a strange attempt at comfort. “Next town I’ll buy different bait.”

It is a victory of a sort but you do not feel pleased. You can only watch the worm on the hook.

Eventually, None casts the line and places the pole in your hands.

“Fish gotta eat, sweets. So do I.” It is gently said and you think None would kiss your brow if you were different. 

For the first time, you are thankful you do not. 

[lilysmiles11223345]

ITS BEEN A WHILE BUT I DID IT \o/

I was able to finally get myself to finish these drawings >:D this post will be about my characters in @bobmirum ‘s mafia au!! :D

Your au is lovely and it’s given me many cool story ideas >v< so many I could not fit them into here properly -w- im hoping to be able to write a fic with those ideas and maybe post it soon! :D💗

TW: Some of the info will be very dark, there will be lots of serious topics! this au is based on something already pretty serious irl(mafias)- so Ofc I had to add my own spins <3

~read more for the info/drawings!~

~fiore(Anthea)~

“A kind and gentle florist, one that just so happens to be peppino’s childhood friend. She seems to see the good in most and that includes peppino— as she is completely clueless to him being the right-hand man to a mafia

To be fair, peppino does try and keep her in the dark about it too- she isn’t allowed to visit any of his restaurants for this reason. But it does seem that the idea of peppino being in such a situation is a topic she’s most oblivious on. As if she couldn’t really see him as evil in any shape or form— and if she knew, perhaps that wouldn’t change at all.

There are times she can defend herself, though there are rumours that a traumatic event happened in the past that had caused her to have forgotten parts of her past— including the traumatic event. peppino was there for the event, and wants to keep her safe and protect her from danger like that from now on. Though, Knowing it’d be risky if she got too involved with him he doesn’t visit her often, but when he does he still can’t help but get a bit soft…

Though when someone on pizzaheads side discovers their closeness.. will Anthea still be shielded from all of this?”

Fun fact! I came up with this whole backstory before I even knew about this au <3 it was for normal evil peppino at first! I just changed It ever so slightly for the mafia au! Though I understand the love for evil X evil I also really like evil X oblivious sweetheart so much >v<

I also decided her being a florist would be best in this au >:3 like to imagine that peppino listens to her ramble on about flower meanings— and eventually he started secretly asking her for flowers to give secret messages and stuff >:D she probably does get the meanings of the messages he’s putting together with flowers but because he just says they are for one of his restaurants she just brushes it off, thinking it’s slightly odd.

~mutey/masky(mute)~

“A loyal guard dog. Masky is apart of pizzaheads little gang- and to an extent Darling’s part of it too, though cares more about Noise than anything else involved. They and noise had known each other since childhood- and have had history together. Noise was there for most of masky’s trauma— so they are greatful and plan to stay with noise through anything.

when noise started gambling— they didn’t really like that, but felt powerless to stop him..

Instead they opted to help noise in other ways, making sure to protect him and doing little things for him. Now and then they would slightly try and protest on the addiction, but when that failed they wouldn’t do more but continue to stay by his side through it.

Now, they ended up working at pizzahead’s casino with noise— though they never wanted to be involved in the first place they wouldn’t want to get out of this mess without noise— so they silently repress their own feelings and do any job they are told to.

..though if it ever came to them finally standing up for themself, and disobey darling.. would they still be alive to keep noise happy?”

Mute is probably the biggest simp in this au AND that’s saying something 😭👍

Like normal mute also can’t talk- so they’d have to find some other way to communicate such as cherades, a whiteboard or a voice box ^w^

Noise despite not really realising how important they are to him— understands mute very easily still too..

Since noise seems more focused on making money in this au - it takes a while but eventually he comes to realize how important mute truly is to him.. but, the problem is it may be too late before that happens 😔👍

~whippy/sugar(Chelsey)~

“Whippy works for pizzaheads little gang, but more for Darling herself. She used to be a highly trained assassin but with some “small talk”, Darling was able to “convince” her to work for her. For the most part she is only needed as a bodyguard for Darling, though there are times she is given jobs to kill someone.

With such a cold expression, you’d expect a heart completely void of love. Though this is what she’d like you to believe— not only does she take care of two orphaned twins as her own siblings (after her real ones died in an “accident”), she had caught feelings for a specific cop(vigi).. and even fully knowing that her love was unrequited - she couldn’t stop herself from getting a bit soft around him.

It’s possible that this crush weakens her slightly, and may even make her hesitant to do one of her jobs in the future..

Though if it ever came to him being her target, and the safety of the twins relied on it— how could she ever deal with the possibility?”

Yeah if you thought mute gets hit hard in this au- Chelsey’s angst may be a contender for my favorite in this au~ she is completely taken over the edge and never will be able to be truly happy 😔

Cause yeah, it’s possible mute and noise could get together maybe- but Chelsey and vigi? In this au?? Impossible. Poor Chelsey 😔👍

~darling(mrs.Neapolitan)~

“a sweet face huh? Her charm and mesmerizing features are enough to fool most into a false sense of security- though Darling has never been the most sane of people.

She’s definitely good at keeping up a sweet and caring persona to most, though in reality she enjoys most people’s suffering, and is pretty manipulative to others. This goes to all she knows, except for one..

Pizzahead.

It’s unknown at how long they’ve known each other, but a while ago she had joined in on helping with pizzahead’s gang, working for the casino in secret and keeping her “mostly” innocent makeup brand separate.

She’s madly in love with pizzahead and is very loyal towards him, she watches others that work for him (and her) to make sure they keep in line, and isn’t afraid of dispelling punishments to those she sees are lacking slightly..

When she figures about the quarrel between peppino&gustavo’s gang and pizzahead’s gang, she immediately takes matters into her own hands to find a way to take peppino and Gustavo down..

And when she discovers peppino’s weakness, his childhood friend.. let’s just say things get a bit interesting..~”

I made her so pretty but so evil,, I hope you guys still like her 🥺

I did really like having the chance to do a human design for her~ I hope her design still translated her ice cream themes!! <3

Fun facts:

-You will find that all the characters names in this au (or well- nicknames) are names someone important calls them . “Fiore” is what peppino calls Anthea, “mutey” is what noise calls mute, “sugar” is what vigi calls Chelsey, and “darling”.. is actually just what everyone calls her but yeah ;v;’ it originated from pizzahead. :D

The only two with seperate nicknames that others call them is Chelsey and mute , others call mute “masky” and Chelsey “Whippy”. :)

-I have ideas for the missing two ocs too (strawbetty and Evi) BUT Evi’s doesn’t have enough structure yet and strawbetty’s will come later— it’s definitely boring compared to everyone else’s story’s LOL <3 strawbetty’s nickname would be berrie tho!

-mute was just starting to warm up to noisette and even crush on her too when noise and her broke up- they had to quickly get back on noise’s side after.

I hope you like them!! As I said I’m trying my best to write a fic with what happens to them all~ I may post it when it’s done! ^w^

also I put alot of effort into this but it’s possible I may have messed up somewhere and I’m so sorry if I did! ;v; I hope you all like it anyway ^^

May even skip ahead to do the good parts, who knows >v<

That’s all for now, thank youuuu!! QwQ

P.s I will draw the canon mafia au characters as soon as my brain lets me!! >:D

[sweatforged]

[bornchaos]

CYBERPUNK 77 HEADCANONS ! this was meant to be just basic lil things but turned into writing the whole verse just lazily &. in bullet point form oop :( .

physical profile : shoulder length brown hair , heterochromia - left blue eye is real , right eye is a brown cybernetic . visable cybernetics include : neck , both cheeks , visable line across nose , two down chin ( idk face is very much the first photo ) / fashion , studies , musings can all be found on the pinterest board .

it's essentially a the watch dogs verse , though with slight changes of which tech companies &. the big bads in charge , all that shit . coraline was active in 2013 &. was a typical hacker , being a thorn in arasaka's side from day one . it was a slow progress , it wasn't just them she went after &. honed her skills &. became better , stronger in her abilities to be able to go after the mroe elite companies .

as the years go on , she has thousands of expose pieces under her belt . . . which is exactly the problem . she puts so much effort into her work , what she does all for it to mean nothing in the end . she can't do shit if the people wont work with her - restlessness settles in , she begins to hate so violently , she wants justice - wants the world to be better , she knows it can be if people just woke the fuck up . year after year , nothing ever changes - falling into the trap of ' fine , i'll do it myself ' &. picking targets to go after , leaking their sins online before putting a bullet in their head . . . it depended on the day how unhinged the scene would be left behind .

coraline has travelled world wide for her work , never staying in the states - there have been several million news articles about ' LETHALBLUE ' across countries &. continents .

for a long time , she refused to get cybernetics - coraline has body issues in the sense of not feeling connected to herself , disassoation can be a real bitch &. at times it can become self destructive . having cybernetics meant there was nothing stopping her slamming a knife into her arm &. plucking out an eyeball . it was also an act of rebellion , she didn't need hardware to do her job , didn't need to give in to be good - she like feeling human , grounded , it gave her a touch of the past .

but in a world where tech was ever evolving &. the human body was getting left behind . . . it became impossible . especially after one job that went completely sideways , after taking down a commanding officer in the japanese army who was looking to make robots a norm on the battlefield - the whole place went into shut down , forcing coraline to stay underground for a few weeks , cramped in an abandoned subway station . i lowkey headcanon the only reason she got out is because of rogue ( coraline doesn't have friends but idkidk i can see them having a weird relationship based on intense mutual respect &. having slight history because they knew each other back in the day :( )

it was a CLOSE CALL , it was the first time coraline has ever been worried . she went to a ripperdoc that she's worked closely with for years - stealing tec for him in return for info , on the current area , on clients - his name is droid &. he's fucking crazy , but he's an artist &. good at his work &. wouldn't trust anyone with her body other than him .

she goes mia for a long while , people presuming her to be dead . though in this time , she's getting used to new hardwear , replacing , testing it out . focusing her attention on BDE production in nightcity - she fucking HATES the way sex is handled in the 'new world' &. tbqh it makesher sick to her stomach , especially as someone who used to be an independent sex worker before giving it up completely to focus on vigilantism .

the point is she loves humanity while fucking hating it at the same time , she's slowly driving herself insane putting the worlds problems on her shoulders - she doesn't shy away from her immortality in this verse , actively saying ' you're not going to be around to see how this ends , i am ' &. people mistake it for delusions of grandeur , but its truth .

[nonstandardrepertoire]

it has been a week since i received this and i simply Cannot stop thinking about this AI spam e-mail that came to me thru my siddur website's contact form

[vince-linder]

[WIP] Police Mayhem // 2010 AU, Police V

Its ages I started this kinda AU, first after meeting the Maxtac guys in the one sidequest. Afterwards I was just. Damn. I read too much lore about the police system and putted Vince into a pretty Police fit. Also thats what my brain wrote about it. Its a perma-wip, as I am just not feeling the idea behind it anymore. But why not post it anyway. Vince is here "Sergeant Smidt", my lil fucker. The rest should be clear ______________ "Sergeant Smidt, there's another 7-13, down at Martin Luther King Boulevard."

"That's not our problem, call Beat Patrol, or someone from Vice Department. But don't ever waste my time."

"No, no. Sergeant Lewis from Beat called for Assistance with this. Said to come especially to you, Sir. Heavy armed forces, many aggressive accomplices and a handful of..."

"Dirty punk rats?" Smidt let out a deep sigh.

"Yes, Sir."

"Tell the boys to delta in five. Its crushing time." crackling his neck and knuckles, he gets up and leaves his office. Another night, another dirty duty. But he would love to punch in some heads of cyberpsychos, not hunt down dirty rioters, just cause they always riot at corpo places. Priority one, his ass. These people were small fishes, far beyond his talent. But he knows exactly why he has to deal with this. Fuck this Black Mark he got as a Veteran, since then all dirty biz got his biz. Sure, he got, finally, promoted this year, but doesn't change a thing. And he knew for sure, if he wouldn't catch em promptly, it wouldn't take too long, until he would work on Beat Patrol. That was the last thing he ever wanted again. Hunting down every small criminal wasn't his working style.

On the way out, he starts calling his Lieutenant

"M'am, got another 7-13 with 23-245, seems to be the usual guys."

"Get 'em this time, Smidt! Every two or three weeks the same."

"They are fast, as rats are. But I'll get 'em this time. Smidt out."

Fumbling for his lighter for a moment until funding, he lits up a cig and takes a deep puff, deeply exhaling after. The AV lands just two feets before him, the doors shed open. His team was ready, as always.

"Ha, happy to see your beloved rioters again, Vince?", one of his colleagues jokes, as he got in.

"Always, Ted.", he smiles smally. "You know how I love to smash faces of dirty goons."

Both started laughing.

"Oh, for fucks sake, could you two for once be serious?", her feminine voice stood out, with a dark glace she looked at them.

"Chill, Kate." Vince smiled at her "Not as if this was a big thing for us, hu?"

"Not for us, no. But if you fail.", she looked him dead in the eye "All of us knew that the next mission would be without you. Am I right?"

"That's cold...", whispering from the side.

"No, no. She's right. So, s'ppose we start the briefing now. I want the three main rioters, these Samurai guys, alive. Break their bones, if you need to, but dont kill em. If any of em die, or escape, my last act in this position will be giving out black marks without charge.", a dark smile formed on his face, as he spoke out this soft threat.

"You... you dont mean that, Vince!", Ted looked at him with pure disgust.

"He means it, and you know it.", Kate putting on her helmet and the rest of the gear, getting finished. The rest of the team followed her lead.

Flight were silent for the rest of the time, nobody dared to say another word, one could just hear the rattle of the AV, and sometimes a small rustle if someone moved a bit.

Vince was fully in his mind. He know these fuckers far to well. God dammit, in his Beat time he even visited some of their concerts, listening to this heavy rock music, helped him to chill a bit. But in the last few years, these rats just dont stop. He watched the news. There were fires at corpo grounds four times last week. And it always were this samurai fuckers or their fans. But they are always ready to run, there are always some cars with running engines, some spontan gathering of more people, to protect their getaway. This time, they needed a better plan.

"Call Beat for me."

"Sure thing, serg'", it took only a moment "Connected with Veteran Officer Myer"

"Greets, Myer. Sergeant Vince Smidt, MaxTac, Badge 1077."

"MaxTac?! You one the way?", he could feel the shaking in his voice.

"Yes. But I need your help."

"Sure thing, Sir!"

"Listen carefully to me, Myer. I am not the person to repeat myself."

Five minutes later they arrived at the scene, even up from above one could hear the screams of panic and violence, a few gun shots here and there. But one thing overshadowed all other noise.

A sharp voice, echoing through the air. A well known voice, for Vince at least. It was truly one of the two lead vocalists of Samurai. At some moments one could also hear the second one, but not nearly as clearly. The AV stays in the air, a few hundred meters above the ground.

"Just jumping, or taking a rope today, Vinny?"

"Oh shut up.", he laughed for a short moment. "And besides, my ankles can take the jump.", he saluted, smiling, to his colleagues, and just jumped out. The others shook their heads in disbelief, and got their gear ready to jump off.

In the air, free falling, Vince did a few forward rolls, getting his 'wear ready for contact with the concrete at the bottom. In a moment, he would just land directly in front of the so-called rocker boy.

And there were the screams he enjoyed the most.

"MAXTAC! THE FUCKERS ARE HERE!", after that scream, Vince could feel the panic emerge in the group beyond him. And then he could feel it. A frown from a certain rocker. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. He could see the dark grin, as the fucker flipped him off and started running.

"Not this time, fuckboy.", he landed with a crash on the concrete, the floor beneath him cracked, but he doesn't have time for that. Just after landing, he started his Sandevistan. He got thirty seconds before his brain would start frying. He has to get a trail of him. This fucker was the main rioter.

With a quick scan through the mass, he found him, and charged at him. Twenty seconds left. There he was. And he turned and looked at him, just for a split second. What? He shouldn't even be able to sense him! Not important. He tackled him, and back in real time.

"MAXTAC, surrender now!", he was on his back, kneeling at the spine.

"Get down off me fucker!", the rocker twisted beneath him, trying to get free.

"Not this time, Silverhand. Listen closely, I never repeat myself.", he got both hands of the other, and cuffs him.

"SHUT UP!", more twisting, so Vince gave him a slap against the back of his head.

"You have the right to shut the fuck up, call whoever you think would get you help, once we reach the police station, and rot in jail until you got free again. So never.", he smiled darkly. Finally he got him. And he could hear his team, and Beat getting control of the rest of them. Trying to get the rocker on his legs, he turned his head and spit Vince directly in the face, against his Aviator.

"You little dirty rat." Vince punched him directly at his kidneys, and the rocker twitched in pain.

Vince hate it when this little fuckers get disrespectful, so he grabbed the other at the hair, and pulled him up, to his face. "If you ever do something like this again, boy, I'll kill you. You know, most of us MaxTac Soldiers are Cyberpsychos."

"As if, asshole. Know you from Beat. Punched you in the guts back then.", he grinned widely.

"Dream on kid, never get punched on duty."

"But you are dumb like a scav."

"What did you say?!", he shouldnt even be talking to him. But whatever. He could feel Kate and Ted coming to him.

"Sergeant, we got the rest of his crew." Kate and Ted saluted, stopping behind him.

Vince could hear the muted screams of the second vocalist and the girl they have with them. Perfect. "The officers got hold of em."

"Great, and as I see, alive and loud as always."

"Yes sire. But we have another problem.", Ted nervously rubs his neck.

"What is it?", annoyed Vince let out a small sigh.

"Arasaka self wants em. But we cannot reach the Lieutenant, or even the Captain. The connection outside this district seems broken."

Vince could feel how the rocker in his hands started chuckling "Hearing em, Ker? Jammer is working!", he shouts in the direction of the other members.

"Bring the other two here to me.", his voice was ice cold. He could not risk another failure with this.

His officers, as always, were obedient and dragged the other two at his feet. With a small sigh he pushed Silverhand into Teds grip. "Stuff his damn mouth."

"Yes sir.", with a grin, and much screams from the rocker, Ted got him all shut up.

"So, 'Ker'", Vince grabbed the head of the second vocalist, forcing him to look him in the eyes.

"Wazzup cop?", he grins widely. There was not a single bit of panic in the face or voice of the three. The girl and Silverhand just sat up, both smiling totally pleased. This could not be real. This fuckers, they were between six MaxTac Agents, and nothing?

"Bite your tongue, pig?", the girl spit out laughing.

"Tell me one thing, rats. Why aren't you afraid? All of you are cuffed, surrounded by MaxTac, positively these are your last moments in freedom, and you are laughing?"

"Yes sir, am crazy, cannot control myself. Hes drunk, and shes totally gonked out."

"Fuck off, you are gonked out!"

"Nah, Rogue, you've always been gonky."

One could hear Silverhand spit out the clothes his mouth was shut with, and he just laughs

"Both of you are crazy gonks."

"All of you shut up!" Vince demands, massaging his scalp. He needs answers, but they won't give it to him. Cause not. He's a Cop, they are thugs, nothing to work with. He just should punch em unconscious and wait for their 'Taxi'. But no, at least he wants to break them! If he cannot crush a thing.

Cannot be...

"~Tonight is the night that we run, the hunter becomes what he hunts~", 

Silverhand and 'Ker' just started singing. How much more mockery would he get this night? But somehow he was stunned? He stared at Silverhand, following his mouth forming the words, spitting out the dirty song.

"~The escape and the chase is now one, run!~"

All his alarm systems were screaming in his head, but he could not move a single muscle. Could not speak, but he felt the panic rising in him.

"Spiders here, kids.", Rogue smiles smally, standing up and grabbing the keys from Ted. Nononono. This could not be. Vince's inner voice screamed, he had to stop em! These dirty rats played for time, until their backing arrived! Goddammit, Silverhand even called him dumb, and was he right. They all got rid of the cuffs.

"Come on, Johnny, have to run.", Ker demands.

"Yeah, coming after.", he smiles widely "He Spider, knock em all off, besides the blue haired, would ya."

Vince could feel how the rocker got hold of his hands, bent them behind his back and cuffed him, kicking his knees, so he had to kneel down. "Yeah, wake him, could control it. Yeah, leave em offline."

"YOU little fucker!", Vince roared out, as his voice worked again. He tried to activate Sandevistan or his Blades, but nothing. He couldn't even move really!

"Ah, found your tongue again. Nice, nice.", Silverhand putting his hand beneath his chin, grabbing his fingers in the flesh and pushing his gaze up. "Hows the feeling of being absolutely helpless, Mister 'Im so important, look at me, Im Maxtac'?", he chuckled darkly.

"Shut the fuck up and tell me what you want."

"Not the best at flirting, ain't ya?"

"What do you want, Silverhand?" Vince was at the end of his tether. This was it, goodbye MaxTac, hello Beat Patrol! Now he would run after some little gonks again, for years.

"Delete our records.", his voice suddenly got grim. "Or protect us from 'saka."

"I cannot do one of these, and you know that!"

"Find a way, Cop.", he slapped his face hard with his mechanical hand, Vince could nearly feel unconsciousness coming around. Spitting out blood, he felt somewhat funny.

"All you got?"

"Want to fuck around with me, Mister?", Silverhand eyed him up. "Hope some more troops arrive in time, to catch me and rescue your little ass? Sorry, not today."

He kicked against his chest, moving him on his back. His legs just were not working.

Standing on top of him, the Rocker bent down to him and grins widely. The next punch hitted his nose, and got all his lights put out.

[hgduo]

hmm......

[wormb0i]

@impishsensei asked : five times happy 😊

i.

After putting the chore off for days, it had eventually gotten to a point where it was impossible to ignore ; Yuuji almost felt as though the single, last cardboard box with his belongings was staring at him from the corner of his dorm, begging to be unpacked. The teenager glanced at it over the brim of his phone, laying on his bed and scrolling mindlessly through TikTok. 

He sighed, groaned in the way one would after being told to do something they know they are meant to do, slung his legs off his bed and got up to unpack the rest of his things. 

It wasn’t even a lot : a couple t-shirts, a pair of sweatpants, more socks and boxers, a beige hoodie, some manga volumes and magazines, a pin up calendar from last year but he liked the posters in it, and a bunch of other random stuff. He didn’t own much, really, and this was all he had left to put away. 

The clothes were already folded, so he easily put all of that away. The hoodie he hanged in the rack with all his other ones, right next to his uniform, and the boy stopped for a moment when his eyes laid on the red hoodie of his uniform. 

Gojo-sensei had had it customised for him, and he hadn’t given it much thought after receiving it. But now as he looked at it, tucked away in his closet with all his other hoodies, Yuuji tilted his head to a side slightly as the cogs in his head began to turn. 

Over the past days in class, around the school and out on missions, he had started to realise how much his teacher saw, noticed, took away from everything. How much he cared, too, despite pretending not to. That much he knew since the beginning, of course, since he had basically spared him his life and helped him getting in and accustomed to, well, everything. But he had started to notice his care seep through other gestures. 

Like his uniform, now that he thought about it. 

Gojo-sensei had seen him wearing nothing but, and for a moment Yuuji thought, wondered, if perhaps that had been a way for his sensei to make sure he felt more comfortable, more familiar in this new life he was so harshly being plunged into. A uniform like something he usually wore and was comfortable in. 

Yuuji’s lips stretched into a smile, and he made a mental note to properly thank his teacher next time he saw him. 

ii.

It wasn’t lost on anyone how far behind Yuuji was from everybody else. Which was to an extent normal, given how everything had passed so fast and, in a blur, he was sentenced to death and pushed into this new world of exorcising curses and, well, the rest was history. 

He didn’t know all of the technicalities of sorcery, didn’t know how it all worked. He didn’t have a curse technique of his own, and didn’t really know how to fight and exorcise. He knew his classmates had a lot more practise than him, had been a part of this for way longer than he had, but sometimes he couldn’t help but feel the weight of it all ; like he’d fall through that colossal gap between him and his friends.

And with the way Yuuji wore his heart on his sleeve toppled by the amount of trust he had for his sensei, it didn’t bother the boy being truthful when his teacher walked into the room and pointed out the rancid vibes. 

The conversation was deep, all the while Yuuji absentmindedly cuddled the sleepy cursed corpse in his arms. He felt lighter voicing his woes, and even more so when Gojo, the strongest of them all, placed his hand on his shoulder and he could feel the reassuring touch instead of an infinite space pushing against him.

After his shoulder got squeezed, his hair ruffled and his worries calmed, a warmth spread across Yuuji’s chest and the conversation took a much more light-hearted turn ; laughs were shared, and, even after getting punched in the face by the cursed corpse waking up from the sudden emotion emanating off the teenager, in that moment Yuuji truly felt like he could catch up.

iii.

« Why not ? It’s not like it’s actually about me, it’s just funny, » Yuuji tilted his head, not unlike a confused puppy. Wasn’t music all about evoking feelings on others ? And if his lyrics could make someone laugh, wouldn’t that be then a successful song ?

But Gojo-sensei wasn’t having any of it, saying he needed to make himself sound cool instead. 

« Talk about money and getting bitches, Yuuji. Even if you don’t, just like you didn’t actually poop without wiping. I hope… » A pause, and the taller man sighed. « Just sit back, listen and learn. »

Yuuji looked at his teacher expectantly, not knowing that when he was his age, he, too, tormented his friends with stupid bars. 

After a dramatic stretch of his muscles and a loud clearing of his throat, Gojo-sensei began :

« Coming down on the strip, liquor in the whip Parking lot pimp, enough game to be sold Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money Someone told me boy you got your whole life to get old But everything that glitter ain't gold The grass ain't greener, I've been told She told me, "Boy you want your cake and eat it too?" I said "It's cake, that's what you're supposed to do?" »

Perplexed, Yuuji blinked a couple of times in silence before bursting out laughing. Those were some good lines, but that cake part really took the student by surprise. 

« What ? It’s good ! »

But the teenager kept laughing, and once he finally caught his breath, his voice came out as a squeak. 

« Eat the cake— »

« See ? That’s what I’m talking about. I’m not the best teacher for nothing ! »

But Yuuji couldn’t stop thinking about what else you’re supposed to do with a cake but eat it ? That was a great bar. He kept laughing until a little tear squeezed out his eye, and the thought struck him that he was very, very happy to have Gojo as his teacher. 

iv.

Sometimes it was easy to forget just how rich Gojo-sensei truly was. Maybe it was due to that association in his head that rich people were ultimately selfish, pretentious and distant, and his teacher was anything but. He was indulgent, fun and approachable. He always played along and was, at the same time, one of the most reliable figures Yuuji had ever had in his life. 

That was probably why he forgot about it, as well as the fact that the teenager really wasn’t into fashion or anything of the sorts, so he had absolutely no idea how expensive his teacher’s designer clothes were. Talk about pretentious ; Yuuji was simply clueless. 

What he did know all about, however, was kicks. Yuuji had mentioned plenty of times just how bad he wanted a pair of Air Jordan 1 since they were the closest to his real dream kicks : the original 1985 Chicago Jordans. At the same time, though, he was torn because as much as the new, ‘retro’ ones were the closest to the discontinued originals, he just didn’t love the colours they came in. He and Kugisaki had looked at the bids on the original ones, and Yuuji had resigned himself to the ‘retro’ ones. His friend, of course, had very kindly told him he had to resign to neither since he wouldn’t be able to afford even the cheap copies. And she was right, but a man could dream ! 

So, naturally, Yuuji’s eyes almost bugged out of their sockets when he next opened Gojo-sensei’s gift for his birthday. He had been laughing with everyone as he opened his presents, but the sight of the original 1985 Chicago Jordans laid neatly in the box shocked him silent. He would recognise these shoes blind, in death, even. 

Slowly his grin returned to his face along with an excited scream when he remembered to breathe, and the boy looked between his gift and his teacher a couple of times before jumping onto his feet and throwing himself at the taller man. 

Genuinely Yuuji felt like the excitement was about to snap every muscle fiver in his body. He wrapped both legs and arms around his teacher like a koala, and scream thanked him over and over before turning around to yell at Kugisaki to stay away from his new shoes. 

v.

They were three versus one. Yuuji would argue they were, in fact, four versus one, but Fushiguro insisted his divine dog didn’t actually count as a player. A whole team of four three, and still they couldn’t manage to land a single point. 

On the other side of the net stood Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer — and apparently the biggest of cheaters when it came to playing volley ball at the beach —, with that shit-eating grin of his that was much more annoying than the sweat dripping into his eyes and making them burn. 

« You call yourselves my students like that ? » Their sensei teased, and even a blind man would have been able to tell he was grinning from the sound of it in his voice. 

« If you teleport one more time towards the ball—… » Yuuji heard Kugisaki start, but he didn’t hear the rest of it when he took a moment to wipe the sweat off his eyes with the back of his forearm, making it much worse from the sweat on his skin mixed up oily with the sun cream. 

« My eyes ! » he cried, squeezing them shut and folding over. 

A concerned snout pressed up against his leg before he felt a hand lightly touch his back to get his attention, and with his free one Fushiguro poured water from a bottle in his eyes, instructing him to be careful with a voice that was meant to reprimand him but was as concerned as the soft whimper of the dog licking his leg. 

In the distance Gojo-sensei’s outburst of laughter stopped abruptly after the distinctive sound of a coconut cracking open, or in this case, Kugisaki slamming the volleyball into their teacher’s head. 

After that, the rest of the day had been pretty uneventful. They had all gone together for dinner at a restaurant with a big terrace facing the beach, and went on one last stroll whilst Gojo talked to a supervisor before they headed back to Tokyo. 

Yuuji tried to capture the strokes of purple and crimson in the golden sky on his phone, bare feet sinking into the soft sand with every step. He turned around, snapped another photo of his friends a small distance ahead of him, silhouettes dark from the brightness of the flaming sky, and he saw them turn their heads his way at the same time he heard Gojo’s voice calling out for them. 

They hurried over back to the wooden deck and whilst they put they shoes back on to head back to the station, their teacher pulled out a box of ice lollies out of his bag. 

They all got one each, even Totality got a frosty lolli-pup, and walking together with sun kissed cheeks, new freckles across their noses and hearty laughs on their bellies, Yuuji felt very thankful to Gojo-sensei for having taken them along to the beach in his mission to Ishigaki. 

Later when he would slip into his bed, fresh from a shower and skin still hot from the sun, the teenager wouldn’t have been able to recall the last time he had so much fun with people he cared so deeply for. 

[revorto]

@zedful / 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.

3:37am. the flashing colors of an alarm clock do nothing to ease the fact that the night was approaching its end. rough night , if one could call it such. on the end of his bed he sat , window wide open as the smoke of a cigarette did nothing to soothe his open wound. there was hatred , undying so , yet there was pain which laced itself with emotion & festered. they were never anything , & it had been foolish to lead himself right off the plank. another slow drag pauses his racing thoughts as the ashes fall upon the bedsheets. but the even with the smoke ... ⸺ his bed still smelled like him. the flare of envy did nothing to stop him from slamming a clutched hand to the wall , & even with the dull pain ... it did nothing but add to his pile of shame. pyke allows his hand to fall , & the glaring numbers hitting 3:41am. he knew there was no reason to fall into the pit of self-despair , for it did nothing & in a few months time his face would be nothing but a memory to zed.

but he did not want that. & he could not understand why. rubbing his knuckles on his shorts , he was quick to snuff out the half-burned cigarette. a bad habit , but something he could quit another time. he fell backwards into his bed , & let a long drawn sigh. this was stupid. it would have been easier to have a conversation , but frustration took him over. & inviting someone over on top of it all to relieve some stress ... he might be having second-thoughts on his last minute decision. it had been worse to hear the door slam not even a few minutes after they had started. pyke let his brusied hand cover his eyes , & laid there in silence. just a few months , & maybe it will all feel like a bad dream. but the guilt would remain , & he wasn't sure if he could move past that. ugh , why did he even care so much in the first place ?

as if on cue , the creak of the front door made him pause. & only did he get up when he heard a glass break on tile. pyke slipped on a t-shirt , cracking his bedroom door open to see his bandmate clumsily attempting to pick up the shards. it did not take long for him to crouch by his side , grabbing his wrists & shaking the glass from his hands back to the ground. clearly something wasn't right , for even he knew zed would have more precaution in order not to injure his hands. i need to play at my best , is what he would have said. ❝ what are you doing ? are you stupid ? ❞ he could see small bits lodged atop his palms , dirtied & if not just a little sweaty. if it wasn't for the flush that grazed his cheeks & the way his eyes were widened , the smell of booze would have given him away in a heartbeat. shit , i really fucked up didn't i ? pursing his lips , he decided he could not stare into those eyes any longer & let go of his wrists to rise. ❝ stay there. you got cuts on your hands. can't let you get anymore. ❞

[yomiurinikei]

oh my god. i’ve been having a lot of trips recently over people new to the sdra fandom talking abt it (saying it’s very nice and peaceful, etc), but like. im just now realizing that i can think of… four? five? people, three of which i’ve spoken to in like… the last month. who were there when chapter 6 dropped

everyone saying like “well i guess all ships are over for all time now”, people arguing on whether or not you had to accept the age twist, and then. of course. the next, infamous stage in this conversation. “i loved ch6 these two are so cute together 🥺. *cutely ignores the age gap*”