#promare redux

[matoitech]

can we get the lost media people to search for a copy of the galolio amv from the promare redux US theater screenings cuz nerdie and i tried to find it and acquire at least a better cam rip for years and the best we got was a twitter recording proving it existed and i wasnt making it up

[runawaysparklers]

Last Song: Shambhala Area 17 Redux from Fire Emblem Three Hopes. The best final boss song that doesn't play during the final boss.

Last Book: This one kind of depends. The last full book I read was The Last Emperor of Mexico. A fun story about an Austrian man who was 110% convinced he could rule Mexico without speaking Spanish or knowing anything about Mexico, and overthrowing the entire Mexican government that was already there. Read it if you like stories about hubris that end in executions. But since I finished that book, a bunch of chapters of Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun! have come out, along with chapters of the IF AU. But I'm not counting those as full books because it's one small chapter at a time.

Last Movie: Promare. A weird comfort movie for me about gay firefighters and fire that refuses to comply with the laws of physics. Worth a watch.

Last Game: Persona 3 Reload! I played it at launch, got to the final month... And then never finished it because I know the ending. I picked it up again around my birthday, and decided to replay the whole thing and actually... Beat the game this time.

Last TV Show: Cardfight Vanguard: Asia Circuit. ...Wow, this really isn't anywhere near as good as season one. Why does Kamui sound like a 35-year-old female pack-a-day smoker?

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: I love them all. You can't make me choose. ...Also I know "salty" isn't an option but I love salt. Between these, it's probably savory? I love meat.

Relationship Status: Single. I'm busy with work, school, and being ace.

Favorite Color: It violently swings between blue and green like a metronome on amphetamine.

Last Internet Search: "Kenji social link P3R" I wanted to finish his social link as quickly as possible so I never had to think about him again.

Folks to tag... @thebladeblaster You're up!

TAG GAME - 10 People I'd Like to Know Better

thank you for tagging me @zorua-adorable !

Last Song: anna sun by WALK THE MOON

Last Book: junji ito's lovesickness collection

Last Movie: descendants 3 lmao

Last Game: fire emblem: path of radiance

Last TV Show: alice in borderland

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: sweet 100%. i have such a sweet tooth it's a bit of a problem

Relationship: single and not planning on changing that any time soon

Favorite Color: purple 💜

Last Internet Search: fahrenheit to celsius

no pressure tags: @ambeer6 @biblicallyaccurate-candylady @in-a-bucket @nerdofmanymediumsandfandoms @rencatuive @tophats-tea @biggestlen @bleuflowerfields @hqwthornes @asexual-shelly

[midoriiya]

We Burnish pride ourselves on that.

[airitree]

Finally watched promare with my buds :-) Here’s the emo twink 

[magicalboycupid]

Happy redux 2!!

Thank you Promare for being so gay and also full of giant robots and firefighting

[nectarnymphies]

The Boyfriend Sweater(tm)

[shiverspooky]

fire safety is important, kids

[delleminou]

they are going to beat you to d*eath

[lanesandsparks]

Go on Kray, don’t you support gay rights? Look at this weird flame in front of me; it’s REALLY BIG. Doesn’t that INTIMIDATE you?!

[carpentergothic]

THERE YOU WERE, KICKIN’ MY HEART BACK AND FORTH

[solarspan-archive]

🔥TRAILS OF FIRE🔥

[prettypastelstudios]

When Lio does the thing  😍🔥

[yandere-daydreams]

i imagine lio *relies* on his captive little darling for comfort. the poor boy has the weight of the world on his shoulders, countless *lives* at stake; he has so many expectations thrust upon him, but he's only human. his mind can be fragile, and he'll cling and sob and beg his darling to comfort him, to not leave him, to love him *because* he knows how much of a monster he's capable of being. he relies on them just as much as they rely on him. they keep him sane, he's nothing without them.

I don’t know if this is a request, but anything with Lio is always *golden*. And, for the sake of clarification, this takes place before Promare’s events, while Lio is still leading the Mad Burnish. For the tension, if nothing else.

TW: Emotional Manipulation, Non-Consensual Touching, and Toxic Relationships.

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Lio liked taking care of you. Even at the worst of times, he made it a priority to take care of you.

It was most common during his downtime, when he didn’t have anything better to do than hold you close and give you expensive scraps of lace and be so intolerably nice, whether his fondness was expressed through gifts or mumbled, sweet whispers, his sentiments often consisting of something honey-coated and rotten. It was a habit, by this point, a new hobby Lio wasn’t quite good at yet. A glove that didn’t fit, but one he tried desperately to wear casually. That was why you didn’t hate him for it. He was trying to do something kind, something considerate. Something he didn’t seem to know what wrong

That, or you just didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop. You’d tried to before, but the words always seemed to knot and fall apart when you tried to spit them out.

Even now, rain pouring down outside the shabby, abandoned shed the two of you had found shelter in, he’d insisted on being the one to start a small bonfire for light, pulling you into his side and starting to comb out your hair with his fingers as soon as Gueira and Meis had left to scavenge for supplies. He hadn’t said anything since then, either, basking in the violet glow and smiling whenever you glanced in his direction, never stopping that persistent petting. You thought about pushing his hand away, laughing and asking how he would feel if you treated him like a lap-dog, but decided against it.

It was the Post-Mission High, just the high. A bliss that came after every Burnish had a chance to unleash a wave of flames at their full potential, leaving Lio (especially Lio, it seemed) in an exhausted, affectionate mood he trusted you enough keep from hiding. He was coming down. He’d be down, soon. You just had to wait.

With a sigh, you let your head fall onto his shoulder, your knees soon pulled against your chest. You could never feel cold anymore, but it felt like you should, sometimes. Judging by the way you shivered as his nails brushed against your scalp, anyway. “Think anyone got hurt?” You asked, allowing your thoughts to trail back to the destruction. He warned you not to linger, but you couldn’t help it, not when the worried cries of civilians and sirens were still fresh in your mind. “Maybe we should choose somewhere less crowded, next time. You never know who’s going to be in a building that big.”

“The response time is slower for urban areas,” He explained, a grin a bit wider pressing into the top of your head, his fingers soon tangled in your roots. You perked up immediately, recognizing the signal. “And privately-owned houses aren’t rebuilt as quickly. Besides, you shouldn’t be worried about those things, either way. I’m the boss, right?” He paused, giving you time to nod obediently, despite the reassurance doing little to soothe your nerves. “Leave that stuff to me. But, I could take your mind off it, if you wanted me to.”

You agreed, absentmindedly, your attention still elsewhere. Lio didn’t seem to mind. His lips were on yours in the blind of an eye, regardless.

It caught you off guard, at first. His hand suddenly clamped where it’d embedded itself,  holding you in place while its twin cupped your cheek, further pinning you. Struggling was secondary, shock coming first, astonishment outweighing the betrayal. You weren’t sure what to do, awkwardly resting your hands on his chest as he nipped and licked so desperately, the gesture highlighting both your reluctance and his inexperience. Still, you were frozen, at least until a particularly brutal bite to your lower lip.

The following shove didn’t separate him from you, but it got Lio away from your mouth, his focus shifting to your neck, his skin refusing to separate from yours. He didn’t move to speak, but Lio didn’t have to. You were stuttering terribly as soon as you were able to. “I… I-I’m not really--”

“You don’t have to be.” Warm, broiling air fanned over your skin, and unconsciously, you curled into yourself. But, you hardly had enough space to breathe, much less arm yourself with more anything more defensive than a frown and a look of concern. “I’m the one in-charge, aren’t I? Let me handle this, too.”

You faltered, briefly. “But I don’t want to--”

“It’s not your fucking choice.” He wasn’t talking anymore, hissing as he leaned back, grabbing the collar of your shirt with his free hand and pulling you towards him a little too roughly. Was it because he’d started a fire recently? Was it withdrawal? Did Burnish get withdrawal? You never had. “I take care of you. You let me take care of you. You owe me this, at least.” He scoffed, shaking his head, as if you were the one at fault. “You’re always going on about how grateful you are. All I’m asking you to do is prove that.”

You didn’t give yourself time to think, ripping his hand from your hair, standing up just as Lio realized he’d done something wrong. Of course, he reached out before you could take a step, taking your hand in his and looking at you so pleadingly, his eyes alone were enough to make you hesitate. “I didn’t mean it,” He said, rushing to get the thought out. There was a tug to your arm, an external force urging you to sit back down, to think things over. “Please, I’m sorry, I just got… ahead of myself. You know I care about you, right?” He didn’t wait for a response, this time, his next pull a little more insistent. “Sit back down. I’ll make sure you’re alright, next time, I promise.”

That was what he’d said, last time. He hadn’t promised, the time before that, but ‘swearing’ wasn’t much better.

He wouldn’t keep his promise. You knew that, and yet, you kneeled against the decrepit wall, shutting your eyes and holding yourself much more rigid than you had, a few minutes ago.

Lio was calmer now, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head in the crook of your neck, the silence returning in full-force. You couldn’t say you didn’t prefer it, though. It was pleasent, compared to what Lio actually had to say.

He was right, in a way. Lio was a good leader, a good fighter, and that’s what you needed him to be. When you joined his cause, you hadn’t signed up for a ‘good friend’. You’d wanted to help in any way you could, and you would. You owed your fellow Burnish that.

You owed Lio that, whether or not he deserved it.

[midoriiya]

[tieflingfaggot]

the two reactions ive had to promare

[magicalboycupid]

Happy redux!!

Thank you Promare for making me realize how much I love men!!