#sister of sin rika

[nocturnal-birb]

Decided to combine day 26 and 27: Sister of Sin and Desire (yes, I have two day 27 art shh)

This time with Copia and a little more with the prompt

[nocterish]

What can a sibling of sin do when their dark lord manifests before you and stare at you with their biblically accurate eyes?

A lil art trade with @sweatandwoe and their oc Lucifer because it all started from a lil talk and now we're here

[angellayercake]

The Diary of Cardinal Terzo Two

Cardinal Terzo x Assorted Characters | NSFW | AO3 | Intro

Based on this funny little article we start to read about some of Terzo's creampie adventures in his diary. I am still accepting prompts for this so just let me know!

disclaimer I know this is the farthest thing from safe sex but let’s pretend in this universe there is a special secret satanic sti and pregnancy protection just for fun

09/01 Most would not think there would be much opportunity to sin in a library but to them I would say they are clearly not dedicated to sin. But no one could accuse me of that. The sweet little Sister had been so obliging, helping me find the text I required. I admired her as she stretched for the shelf, her small stature hindering her even on the top of the ladder. Perhaps I should have offered my assistance but why deprive myself of such a pleasant view? Her tailored habit fit her perfectly and I wanted to feel her perfect curves for myself. 'Is there anything else I can help you with, Cardinal?' She looked up at me through her lashes, a coy smile pulling at her mouth and what man of Satan would I be if I didn't take that offer? In no time at all I had my fingers buried inside her as I kissed her to capture her mewls and moans of pleasure. 'Tsk Sister you must be quiet. This is a library!' I couldn't help but tease her. She shut me up quick enough though pulling me in by my grucifix and informing me it was time to fuck her. My little librarian being so commanding I obeyed of course unbuttoning my cassock and sinking into her tight wet cunt. From then on I have to admit I was much less concerned about the rules of the library! Creampie count: 11   

17/02 It had started with a sniffle, just the occasional sneeze and a runny nose but before I knew it I was coughing at every turn, with a pounding head and a sore throat. I was suffering, to put it mildly. I hate being sick. It is wretched and horrible but especially bad when there is no kind caring sibling to warm your bed and soothe the aches of a fever. No one cares for my plight though it is very disappointing. Well all except Sibling Rika, they hadn't been warming my bed much to my disappointment although their reasoning was fair, much as I would be loath to admit it. But they had been bringing me food between their duties and redirecting some of the most annoying members of the clergy. Today I felt the worst I had felt so far even turning down the proposition of the Brother who visited this morning. Word had gotten around of my undertaking and the residents of the Abbey had been more than willing to help but this illness was sure to set me back. At least I thought until Rika came to visit this evening carrying a cloche covered tray. 'What is this?' I asked. 'Take a look yourself,' they smirked. I lifted the lid and was met with mountains of whipped cream in a pastry case.' A cream pie so you don't go off track.' I laughed until I couldn't anymore! It was a creampie. Technically. Creampie count: 87ish

27/03 Our eyes had met over and over again as the evening progressed. They watched so attentively but seemed too nervous to approach my companions and myself. My cassock was half undone already, hands caressing my exposed chest. So many kisses had been exchanged our paints were smudged beyond recognition but it was almost the time of night where the only concern was pleasure. I had already slipped my hand into a sibling's underwear teasing and stroking but they alone could not hold my attention. Not when I could feel those shy eyes burning into me from across the room. I locked eyes with her and she started as though I had called out to her. I crooked my finger at her and she paused before making her way across the room. Keeping my eyes locked on hers she somehow knew I wanted her to drop to her knees as she got closer, crawling the final distance until she is right where I wanted her, between my legs. Without a word and without looking away she unbuttoned the rest of my cassock until my hard cock was freed and all her hesitance disappeared as she swallowed me down. Everything narrowed to just her mouth on my cock, her agile tongue twisting as she sunk down my length. It wasn't long until I was spilling down her throat the first of many creampies that night!  Creampie count: 162 

29/03 This Sister was most vexing. She took the 'sin' part of 'Sister of Sin' very literally and applied to everything she could. Sleeping during sermons, sneaking food from the kitchens and shirking her duties. As Cardinal it was my responsibility to discipline her for her transgressions. Discipline was usually my brother's forte, the miserable stronzo but even he had failed with this Sister. So I had called her to my office this afternoon not expecting to make much progress but she took to her punishment better than I expected.S he watched attentively as I showed her what she couldn't have until she behaved. The red wet head of my cock the only thing visible as I jerked from behind my desk. I watched as she squeezed her thighs together knowing that all she needed was to get out some frustration. I could see it building in her eyes as I got closer and closer to cumming and I couldn't tell who was going to break first. Until she moved, jumping up from the seat I had instructed her to stay in and ending up in my lap. Before I could react she was wrapping her hand around my cock and her firm grip was all I needed to make me cum in her hand. She smirked at me, sucking my spend from her fingers as she sank down my still hard cock gluttonous for even more.  Creampie count: 165

[sugaakookiee]

⋆｡°✩ WHO IS YOORA?

ִ ࣪𖤐 Birth Name: Sato Yoora (佐藤ヨーラ)

ִ ࣪𖤐 Stage Name: Yoora (유라)

ִ ࣪𖤐 Nicknames: YoYo

ִ ࣪𖤐 Representative Color: Blue

ִ ࣪𖤐 Representative Plant: Neptune

ִ ࣪𖤐 Representative Sin: Gluttony

ִ ࣪𖤐 Date of Birth: September 11, 2000

ִ ࣪𖤐 Zodiac Sign: Virgo (Tropical), Dragon (Chinese)

ִ ࣪𖤐 Place of Birth: Osaka, Japan

ִ ࣪𖤐 Languages: Japanese (Native), Korean (Fluent), English (Basic)

ִ ࣪𖤐 Agency: JYP Entertainment (2014 - Present)

ִ ࣪𖤐 Training Period: 2014 - 2019

ִ ࣪𖤐 Position: Main Vocalist, Lead Dancer, Sub Rapper, Maknae

ִ ࣪𖤐 Family: Mother, Step-father, three younger sisters (2005, 2006 and 2021), and a younger brother (2007)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ She has one half sister from her mother and her stepfather

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ When she auditioned, both JYPE and SM wanted her in their company, but she chose JYPE

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ She was the last one to join the company at 13, in 2014

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Her nickname in her trainee days was “YoYo” because she would always get up no matter how many times she was kicked down

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ She mentioned in an interview that she practically had to raise her three younger siblings at the time so she always felt older than her years

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Up until mid 2022, she never met her stepfather since knowing about him in early 2018 but has spoken to him on the phone

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ She’s distantly related to Tensou Sentai Goseiger actor Sato Rika

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ She is close to Twice’s JLine (Momo, Sana, and Mina) and Stray Kids’ Aussie Line (Bang Chan and Felix) which has had her picking up an Australia accent when she is asked to speak English

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Her solo project is called “Childhood”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Yoora’s Ideal Type:Someone who is fun and childlike, yet mature, similar to her

[transboykirito]

OHIHOHOH ROOM MATE AU WITH THE GANG. yes thats. thats alot of room mayes! the adults arent included

kirito, asuna, eugeo, alice unwillingly, liz, sinon unwillingly, and silica, and LEAFA I CANT FORGET LEAFA I apologize for my sins i temporarily shes in the gang in my head the gang is jsut those in oridinal scale fjekfkr or

all are room mates

kirito and eugeo share a room,

Silica asuna do as well, everyone else has their own rooms

asuna and eugeo were like

Yeah we. We’ll share our rooms :)

eugeo and asuna are literally in every aspect very much the mom and dad friend, they take care of everyone all the time ESPECIALLY silica, eugeo loves silica with all his heart he immediately adopted her as his little sister like the rest did

they have 2 cats

one is named Elizabeth the 3rd as a mytic messenger reference. As well as british liz now

the other is spicey michael i know nothing about but hes invovled now

asuna and eugeo cook dinner often, the others try to help especially kirito and leafa but they manage to fuck things up or create a giant fucking mess eugeo got very tired of cleaning up as they cooked

eugeo alwaus everh single time brings food home from work even if its just. A roll.

liz is hermit and stays in her room all the time but silica hangs out with her alot, they sit and watch shows or play games or just chat

silica goes to sugu alot for advice, sugu and kirito

kirito never knows what the fuck to say

Any time someones upset, liz and kirito just

“Kill them” they dunno how to help so they jokingly suggest murder as a valid solution

alice means it seriously.

alice is. she is such a fucking hermit no one really sees her unless shes hanging out with kirito or eugeo in the common areas, she just doesn’t like to be around alot of people at once, but she lurks and she likes to listen and she cares

oh my god does someone call elizabeth (cat) for dinner and rika just kinda walks into the kitchen and gets really disappointed that there isn't food sdjfgsdf

also silica: hi i need sibling advice <3 how do i find out who i am

kirito: ...

silica: ...

kirito, turning to leafa: hi we need sibling advice <3

[echhosworld]

Aww thank you! Choir was literally one of the only things that kept me sane during grade school, well that and sign language hahah!

Tbh if you still want to be in a choir, you should join if you have the opportunity, because your voice will blend a lot more than you think it would. That and you’ve already performed without the cushion of a huge group so I think you’d do awesome!

OOF on the unsynchronized instrument, but BIG WIN on a Pinnacle to the Pit-esque intro I love that baseline.AND CONGRATS ON NOT LETTING THEM THROW YOU THATS IMPRESSIVE ASF!

I’m glad your feeling has sort of come back, I hope it all comes back soon bc I can imagine that’s very strange

-Kind Ghoul

is that more kind ghoul lore i see 👀

i just want to draw a band of oc ghouls representing the things we play and @nocturnal-birb 's rika trying to keep someone from eating a cable at this point (with everyone's consent of course). but i don't know enough people so it would be a one-man choir and an awkward bassist with a sister of sin somewhere in the background hshdhdh

also- YOU KNOW WHAT'S FUNNY? TODAY my singing teacher told me i will be singing with some other students on a christmas concert. it will be like ten (i think?) people and i will call it a minichoir to make myself happy. convinced this is fate

and i got the feeling in my toes back! i think it was caused by my spine because i was in horrid pain the entire night (it's not unusual so i'm not too worried). throwing a party 🎉

[rpking99]

Digimon Digital monsters

But first! Quick summory on Digimon.

Digimon is short for Digital Monsters. They are digital life forms that, like Pokemon, can evolve and change shape. However they have the ability to go back and forth along their lines.

So each Digimon can be any one on their respective listed lines, but their preferred forms will be made larger and coloured. The higher the form, the stronger they are.

Also, they are essentially OC characters so they will have small descriptors of their personalities and names

Here we go!

Also, if you guys remember my old blog. Well... I am gonna be doing it a LITTLE different this time. I am only showing their MAIN form in this thread. And each girl will have a link to their full Digivolution line, so check it out to go and see all the options avalable~!

Lila

LadyDevimon

Level: Ultimate

Lila can be summed up with two words 'Dommy Mummy'. A sensual beauty who spent her life seeking the thrills and darkness of the world, from dark sensual kinks to the power of the shadow world. Eventually she gained the power of the Code Crown of Lust, the power of sin itself, and became Lilithmon. Queen of lust, queen of the dark world, she now lives seeking more thrill and pleasure with sensual excitment

She is sensual to the bone. Loving the embaressment others have, as well as the pleasure of the flesh. She can also be very cruel and sadistic when the mood suits her

Lila's Digivolutions

Sasha

Sakuyamon

Level: Mega

Sasha is a shrine maiden in the Digital World. A warrior shamen who has spent years training herself. She has trained long and hard to resist the temptations of sin and desire, even as her body has grown sensual and hungers for it.

She is very serious and confident.

(I am also fine as using this as Rika's partner Renamon, who uses the exact same Digivolution line)

Sasha's Digivolutions

Daisy

Rosemon

Level: Mega

Daisy was once an innocent child. Growing up gentle and naive. But then... she uncovered it. BDSM. And her life was changed forever. She fell in love with the fetish, she felt at peace and at home. Confident, sexy. It was fun like she had never had before.

Her love influincing her Digivolution until she became Rosemon.

When as Rosemon, she is a dom through and through. A little cold and a bit of a bully, but only because she knows her pet loves it. The sensual flower is more than willing to reduce herself, to enter her Ultimate stage and be a very eager little pet for her lover.

She is a very chill person at the end of the day. Confident in herself and her desires.

(I am also fine with using her as Mimi's partner with the classic Digivolution line)

Daisy's Digivolutions

Bella

BeelStarmon

Level: Mega

Bella has a little sister, Angie, and grew up protecting her. Bella was always a bit of a trickster.

The two where part of a religious school, a school that taught them of the mighty Yggdrasil system that governed the world and ran it. Bella was once a beliver of this 'truth', even if she did not follow the rules exactly. She was a free spirit after all. But as she grew older, more confident, she started questioning it more and more.

Until eventually, she left.

Finally freed she now rides the roads of the Digital World, sometimes crossing paths with Lila and having some 'fun'. But if she gets even a hint that her sister was in trouble, well... the assholes better be ready for a couple bullets in the back.

Bella's Digivolutions

Angie

Angewomon

Level: Mega

Angie is Bella's little sister. While her sister was a trouble maker, while her sister questioned the teachings of Yggdrasil, Angie never faultered. She prayed for her sisters salvation, knowing she followed the principals and ideals even if she did not follow the truth directly.

Angie rose up the ranks. All the way up to becoming one of the Three Great Angels who's mission was to spread the word of Yggdrasil protect the world.

Even though she was now as good as a queen, Angie was always kind and compassionate and helpful to all those around her. Sweet, sensitive and loving. It was why she preferred her Angewomon form, she was no better than anyone else.

Although, there was a darkness brewing inside her. A darkness she refused to admit to. A darkness born from her repressed desires...

(I am also willing to use her as Kari's partner with the standard Digivolution line)

Angie's Digivolutions

Minerva

Mervamon

Level: Mega

Minerva is the oldest of the three sisters. Angie had two older sisters, Bella and Minerva. And while Minerva and Bella are twins, Minerva is still older.

Like her sister Bella, Minerva did not agree with the teachings of the school… but Minerva did not even try to hide it meaning she was often in trouble. Trouble… that she embraced.

Pulling pranks with her twin sister was one of the few things she enjoyed. But as they pranked more and more, Minerva felt herself becoming absorbed by the excitment of it all. Escalating the pranks more and more, to the point they quickly became dangerous… and she was kicked out

Minerva told Bella to look after their baby sister before she went out into the world… and the world basically drove her insane. Her pranks, the thrill she got from them, soon where not enough… races, fights, drinking. She became a wild chaotic force, just looking for the next thrill.

Some Digimon just ran on sight as they saw her, much to her annoyance.

She gets along with Lila well, the two chaos incarnate in very different ways….

Minerva's Digivolutions

Cleo

Bastemon

Level: Ultimate

Cleo is the Queen of the kingdom of HarDrive. It is a rather large kingdom on an isolated island of the Digital World. Cleo was raised from birth to rule, family and servants alike making her seem more and more important

And then she took over the kingdom at the equivilant of 15. She... wasn't ready, but she didn't know that nor would she want to admit it.

In her own eyes, she is perfect. And she had convinced her kingdom the same. And while the kingdom flourishes, it also has some heavy drops.

Cleo loves to go out and have fun. To dance, to be pampered. She is a queen, after all~!

But she does not know she is part of the Olympos XII. Destined to be Dianamon, Goddess of the Moon... and how achiving that power will make her realise her failure.

Cleo's Digivolutions

Jeanne

D'Arcmon

Level: Champion

Jeanne was born in HarDrive, the daughter of one of the castles knights. She was even childhood friends with the, then Princess, Cleo. Seeing the Salamon as her only friend, even to adult hood.

Eventually Jeanne followed in her families footsteps, becomiong one of HarDrive's knights... even if she hated fighting. While she did fight, it was always in the name of peace and love.

One day she saw a corrupt member of the court trying to betray the the kingdom so he could hand it over to the Demon Lord of Lust, the Lillithmon Lila as a way to try and win her approval so she would sleep with him (it would have failed), and reported it... only to be kicked out. Stripped of her title. Called a trator for accusing a member of the court. Cleo, now the Queen, had known nothing of this nor the banishment that followed.

Jeanne traveled the world, eventually becoming a seemingly weaker form as she continued her travels. Of course as Sirenmon she was an Ultimate, but many thought she was a weakling because of her size. However it taught her that strength... pure strength meant nothing. That all a person needs in life is love, and the support to keep going.

She Digivolved into Venusmon, the first member of the new Olympos XII. The Goddess of love... ready to be there for her friend when she finally ascends.

Jeanne's Digivolutions

Violet

Lotusmon

Level: Mega

Violet was just a random citizen of HarDrive. An orphan who grew up alone, but she idolised the many doctors in the kingdom who helped and looked after each other and the citizens. She also idolised the, at the time, Princess Cleo.

She wanted to be as beautiful as the Princess, as many called her a weed. Bullying that only increased when she became Vegimon. When the kingdom was in termoil, caused by the council member who betrayed them to try and win Lila's affections, she ended up in the woods. Chased out by the invadors.

She spent years in the woods with just some medical books... and so she studied. And she studied hard. Surrounded by light and nature, she bloomed. And one day... she came across an injured Jeanne, healing the sick D'Arcmon back to health. After that Violet grew more confident.

Still feeling comfertable in the woods, she still missed her home. And so, she set up a house on the outskirts of the kingdom. Helping any injured Digimon she came across, legends of the mysterious and kind plant witch spreading.

That small bud had bloomed into a beautiful doctor, who onlt wanted to help....

Violet's Digivolutions

Rana

Ranamon

Level: Champion

Ranamon is the Warrior of Water. Basically a low level water god in the Digital World. And she is also an idol. She is a diva, a brat and thinks very highly of herself. Perfect for bullying.

Rana's Digivolutions

Miyu

Jellymon

Level: Rookie

A real bratty girl. Miyu is a very big fan of Rana and her shows, Miyu loves exploring the oceans. A free spirited ball of chaos who just enojoys teasing and panking people

Miyu's Digivolutions

Sky

Sanzomon

Level: Ultimate

Sky was a simple Digimon. She enjoyed flying, being free. That was her life. Eventually that freedom even leading to her becoming a sage who helped others with their spiritual freedom

...

And then she found out the truth

She was one of the Olympia XII. She was Junomon, goddess of love. And now... she was shackled. To a duty she did not as for. ... And an eventually marriage to a Mon she had never met.

(also happy to use her as Sora's Biyomon)

Sky's Digivolutions

Boudica

Kinkakumon

Level: Champion

Bousica was a princess of a small kingdom, sat in the Continent of Router. When she was young her kingdom was attacked and ravaged by bandits

And so... She trained

Never wishing for that pain to repeate itself. For herself or her kingdom

She is a mighty warrior queen, to her very core

Boudica's Digivolutions

Sakura

BanchoLillymon

Level: Mega

Sakura has been a loner... possibly her entire life. She did not remember a time when she was with others.

She spent most of her life trying to survive in the jungle, having been saved when she was young. Leading to her trying to do the same whenever she arrived in a new jungle.

However one day she fell into a depression after failing to save innocents during an attack that sent the current forest abalze. Regressing into herself, she stayed like that. Time having no mean.

Until she was needed again. Despite failure, despite the laws, despite what others saw, she would fight for what was right.

She was a bancho, ready to kick the ass of anyone who would mess with the weak...

Sakura's Digivolutions

Kai

Mermaimon

Level: Champion

Most of her life she had just been.... Normal. And she hated it. All her life she'd been jealous of the great stories she had heard, of other Digimon being seen as more beautiful and desirable than her. But she did have a dream of singing...

Then Ranamon entered the scene. The beautiful singer who stole hearts across the Digital World....

She snapped. She became a Demon Lord. She hated that she didn't have it all!!!

Although now her envy was directed at Lila. Jealous the Lust Demon Lord's mega level was osnmuch more beautiful than her own...

Kai's Digivolutions

Arachnee

Arukenimon

Level: Ultimate

Arachnee was just down bug, in the forests deep in the Digital World. Where most Digimon where almost just mindless animals. Survival of the fittest.

Starting as a scavenger, scared and alone, she slowly grew. Becoming a predator in her own right. Life... Meant nothing to her. Other lives didn't matter. She needed to feed. She needed to live

These mindless animals didn't

Her life, her enjoyment, was all that mattered

She didn't know she was Plutomon, the goddess of death. Of course she didn't. But the Olympos XII will regret abandoning her in this hellscape of a jungle....

(Fine to use her as the 02 Arukenimon as well)

Arachnee's Digivolutions

Mei

Meicrackmon

Level: Ultimate

Angels are pure. Angels are justice. Angels are light.

That is the lie that is spread across the Digital World. It is the story many know.

But Mei? Mei knows different

Because SHE is an angel... And she is vile.

Yggdrasil, the Digital Worlds god, made her with a single purpose. Kill evil. Slaughter any threat.

She was an angel

An angel of death

Maybe that's why she looked so different. So animalistic

This 'holy mission' wears away at her. But she does it

For peace.

(Willing to use her as Meiko's partner as well)

Mei's Digivolutions

Fiona

WereGarurumon

Level: Ultimate

Fiona was an orphan. Alone. She eventually fell into a bad crowd, becoming a punk. But she refused to let the gang go after those weaker than them, or the innocent

Even taking over the gang.

They delt with assholes and the worst of the worst. In a way, idolising the Bancho Digimon she had heard about across the Digital World

Own day her gang was all deleted when they where caught in the cross fire of hellfire. As a giant beast of flames and death damaged the land.

She helped the Royal Knights defend the cites, the people's. And when it was over... She was accepted into their ranks.

But she was still a rebel at heart. Who she was, truly was, never breaking. If the knights did something she disagreed with, deciding the greater good was above helping people, she'd do what was right.

She was a punk, after all.

(Am fine with using her as Matt's partner)

Fiona's Digivolutions

Gaia

Ceresmon (Medium)

Level: Mega

Gaia has always been a kind, motherly figure. Gentle, loving, supportive. That did not change when she found out the truth about herself. How she was one of the Olympos XII, Ceresmon, goddess of nature and life

Using her giant rocky bird-like mount that is formed via her will, she travels the Digital World. Taking in orphans on her travel while also feeding and restoring the ecosystem wherever she goes

Gaia's Digivolutions

Celeste

Antylamon

Level: Ultimate

Celeste was chosen and trained to be one of the Three Great Angels... and they trained. No peace, no kindness.

An angel raised like a tool. To be the messanger of Yggdrasil and to gover its laws to the Digital World.

Almost emotionless, Celeste sometimes wonders if this could be called living. Now joining the table of three Angels alongside Ophanimon and Seraphimon, the negatives of their life threaten to unleash themselves at any time...

(Celeste has their bio written with gender neutral terms because the idea is for them to be raised to be 'so pure and angelic' that they are 'above gender', so Celeste is a non-binary character)

Celeste's Digivolutions

VeeVee

Flamedramon

Level: Champion

VeeVee was raised by the knights from a young age, knowing they could be any number among their fates 13 warriors

Very trained. And trained. And despite being a playful youth, cheeky and flirty, they lacked a childhood in pursuit of their destiny, and the chance to make their family proud

(VeeVee's bio written with gender neutral terms as they can be a femboy muse it a female one. The default is femboy, but the option is there. Because of that, pics of both are avalable/used)

(I am also happy to use VeeVee as Davis or Rina's partner Veemon with their spercific Digivolution lines)

VeeVee's Digivolutions

Gali

Guilmon

Level: Rookie

Once there was a mighty beast of the apocalypse. The terrible dragon of the end that was threatening to destroy the entire Digital World

It had appeared out of nowhere. And all life was threatened... Until it suddenly stopped

The Royal Knights had searched the location the beast had vanished in... and found a small Guilmon. Quickly putting the pieces together, they knew what the monster was.

But they could not kill such an innocent creature, with no memories of it's past actions

Gali was raised by the knights. An innocent and pure soul, childish she could be at times. Not knowing of her own darkness.... she eventually left them, and becoming her own kind of knight

(I am also fine playing her as Takato's partner Guilmon)

Gali's Digivolutions

Total Muses: 22

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

How do you choose your character names?

Oooh great question! If entirely depends on the character, honestly.

Some of them are just normal names that had more meaning in whatever stories I envisioned them for. Eric Madden, for example, was originally created for a story about Seven Deadly Sin-themed assassins where his code name was Wrath (Madden, wrath, get it?). This hit Jason and Valentine Leeds pretty hard; they were originally villains nicknamed “The Jersey Devil,” hence the last name.

Some have names based on music as my little homage to JJBA. Marianna Cross (named after the Ghost song “Mary on a Cross”) is my favorite, but there’s also Roxanne Sumner and all of her alters, each of which has a reference to The Police in their names. There’s also Rita Rigby and her deceased mother Ellen (named after Beatles songs) and Venus (named after the Bananarama song).

Some have names drawn from things I like. Examples include Rika, Ryo, and Mimi (Digimon), Macavity (Cats), Amon (TLOK), Minerva (Greek mythology), Minerva’s missing mom Rosa (Bayonetta), Rose (Doctor Sleep), Jojo (Jojo Rabbit), Dahlia and Iris (Ace Attorney)…

Some I give meaningful names. Rex Hart (The Suicide King) is probably my most egregious, as is his sister Rose Milliner. There’s some ironic meaningful memes, like Jojo FAUST (his last name means lucky, and he’s had shit luck) and Jack FAIRCHILD (a name that highlights that he, a depraved monster, is pretty).

Some of the names are holdovers from when the characters debuted as Pokémon in role plays. Most notable is Jojo, who was a Cinderace, making him a literal Jojo rabbit. There’s also Prim, who was a Gothitelle; this is a reference to the dirty webcomic Deception which features a Gothitelle prominently. This one, in fact:

Her name isn’t Prim, it’s just Gothitelle. THIS is Prim:

And finally some names were just suggested, such as Carlos Caballero, Farrah Highgate, and Hieronymous DeWalt.

[ultraericthered]

The 17 best characters in Umineko, according to my opinion.

1. Lambdadelta - Super adorable, super hilarious, super whimsical, super scary when need be, SUPER PAPER! Lambda has got it all!

2. Bernkastel - I love me a great villain, and Bern is one of the best in this whole franchise. Extra cool points for being Evil Rika Furude.

3. Erika Furudo - I want to deck her in her smug little gremlin face but then also wrap her in a warm blanket and keep her all snug and protected in equal measures, which is a VERY hard thing to pull off as perfectly balanced as Erika somehow does and I adore her for it. 

4. Sayo Yasuda/Beatrice - Pretty much the centerpiece character of this entire narrative. Never fails to be fascinating and entertaining.

5. Maria Ushiromiya/MARIA - Uuuu! While at first Maria seemed a bit too try-hard to be for Umineko what Rena was for Higurashi, I got attached to her quickly and she proved to be a wonderful character.

6. Battler Ushiromiya/Black Battler - It’s almost unbelievable how much Battler’s character grew on me and won me over. A far more heavily flawed individual than Keiichi was, but just as interesting in his own right. Plus, he’s even got a badass evil doppelganger! 

7. Ange Ushiromiya/Ange-Beatrice - Easily the most sympathetic character in the cast aside from maybe Maria, and ultimately the true hero of this tale. Following her journey was always a highlight.

8. Jessica Ushiromiya - Tough-as-nails but a bit scatterbrained and blunt as hell, not to mention a pansexual icon. I can’t not love her!

9. Ronove - He’s too friendly and likable to be a nefarious demon!

10. Gaap - Another very fun and likable (and hot) demon character.

11. Virgilia - Beato’s mentor really helped kickstart our deeper understanding of magic, witches, and Yasu’s character while always being a pleasant and comforting presence to have around.

12. Eva Ushiromiya/Eva-Beatrice - Eva was the most fascinating and complex of Kinzo’s children who aren’t Yasu, making me care about her yet also detest her at different points, back and forth. She also has a kickass evil doppelganger in the form of her “black witch.”

13. Willard H. Wright - I’m a sucker for eccentric and antisocial Holmesian detectives, and Mr. Wright really made the most of it.

14. Lion Ushiromiya - They’re just precious, and show us what could have been had Kinzo not been even more horrid than he was.

15. Kyrie Ushiromiya - Imagine if Kyoko Kirigiri grew up and lost a good chunk of her moral standards, and you’d have Kyrie. Whether she be acting for good or for bad, she’s undeniably one cool MFer.

16. Hideyoshi Ushiromiya - How did Eva ever manage to score a guy so caring and kind? Easily the least bad of the Ushiromiya adults in terms of morality, even if he is sadly under-developed.

17. Juuza Amakusa - Formerly of the Yamainu and now serving as Ange’s hired bodyguard, he’s another fun morally sketchy character.

And the runner ups are....

Tetsuro Okonogi - I love the guy, but he appears in literally every single When They Cry entry, so he’s not exactly unique to Umineko.

Dlanor Knox - Have a difficult time separating her from Erika in my mind, so she doesn’t really stand on her own as a character.

The Seven Stakes Sisters of Purgatory - A fun take on the Seven Deadly Sins/Demon Lords, but lack much dimension or individuality.

The Chiester Sisters - Much as I enjoy them, they always did seem kind of out of place in this series, and they’re even less developed than the above sisters group.

All the other characters I can take or leave (Dr. Nanjo, Kumasawa, Gohda, Gertrude & Cornelia), I like them alright (George, Krauss, Natsuhi, Sakutaro), or I have more conflicted feelings on like if I mostly like them but sometimes hate them (Featherine Augustus Aurora, Genji, the Goat Servants), I mostly hate them but sometimes like them (Rosa Ushiromiya, Rudolf Ushiromiya, Zepar & Furfur), or I just flat out hate them but enjoy the shit out of hating them (Kinzo Ushiromiya. Fuck Kinzo. Oh, and Kasumi Sumadera too.)

[nocterish]

Finally got to redo Rika's design and do a full body of them with the theme of bats (mostly the neck part and veil)

A little silly background of the mask: It's used when painting/having painting sessions of the Papas to remain anonymous. Main reason was that to hide the siblings' identity from the Papas (mostly Terzo and Secondo) as they tend to bed them during or after the session so Imperator had to put that rule to avoid delays of the portraits.

[beneaththetangles]

WONDER EGG PRIORITY: We Don’t Talk About These Things

This guest post was written by longtime support and contributor to our ministry, Bob Aarhus. I encourage you to also read his excellent article about Kimi no na wa (Your Name).

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If you have not yet watched at least the first episode of Wonder Egg Priority, stop reading now. Even if you have no intention of ever watching the show, just close your browser and walk away. I guarantee you, you will learn nothing of the series from this discussion, because the context will be unintelligible; even if you read between the lines, you may come away with the wrong impression. This anime doesn’t deserve that. So, I will assume you have seen the series so far—four episodes as of this writing—and will drop you into the middle of the conversation, but I know you’ll have a map to find your way out. Here be spoilers. For the rest of you—why are you still reading this?

I’m at a loss to identify another 12-episode production that is so equal parts beauty and horror as WEP. The animation is far above the norm, the symbolism deep, the action scenes frenetic yet well-choreographed, the soundtrack mysterious and engaging, the voice acting believable and well-tailored to the characters. The themes and topics of each episode are devastating: alienation, bullying, child abuse, eating disorders, self-harm, rape, suicide. Why would this combination ever work? And why would a Christian ever watch it?

We need to watch this, because we don’t talk about these things.

Or perhaps we do. But not enough. Or not in the right way. Or not with the victims in mind.

This series doesn’t pull punches. Like a typical Coen Brothers movie, no one is clean. Ohto Ai betrayed her best friend. Aonuma Neiru let her sister die. Kawai Rika sent an adoring fan into a fatal tailspin. Sawaki Momoe did something that drove a girl to jump in front of a train. And those are just the “good guys.”

The fact that we actually like one or more of the four main protagonists lets us know we still have a soul in there, somewhere. I dread to think what would happen if any of these girls went public with their stories on Twitter. They would get hammered. Maybe it wouldn’t matter: They are constantly hammering themselves.

There’s a word from the classic anime Haibane Renmei: 罪憑き, tsumitsuki. Sin-bound. Guilt-haunted. In that anime, the condition prevents the person suffering from it from receiving the blessing of the town and moving on spiritually. In WEP, the girls are driven to try and bring back their dead friends by putting their lives on the line fighting for others who, as far as we can tell, committed suicide. In both cases, the implications are clear: Escape from the prison of your own making, or die.

So thoroughly are the girls imbued with this condition that they cannot flee even in their dreams: Ai is back at school and on the rooftop that Koito leapt from. Momo is on a train, perhaps the train that brought her friend’s life to an end. The symbolism for Rika has not yet been discussed, but she is drawn to the vast plain night after night.

Maybe you have already walked a mile in her shoes. Maybe you have changed someone else’s life for the worse, have driven them to despair, and are acutely aware of your sin. Maybe you had no clue you did it. I’m not here to judge you, because I’m sure I’ve done the same. I suppose it was good that Jesus came at a time before social media, otherwise the woman caught in adultery would have been stoned into oblivion by a thousand boulders all marked ‘anonymous’.

Like I said, we don’t talk about these things. Even in the first episode we learned the proper response to bullying was, “Pretend not to see!” Perhaps we are afraid of the social implications of bringing wrongdoing—that of ours, or that of others—to light. Maybe we lack confidence in our senses and don’t want to be incorrect in our assessment of a situation. Or maybe it is more fun to let the chips fall where they may and enjoy the ensuing circus at no cost to ourselves.

These girls are willing to make things right for their friends.  Their crosses to bear involves the saving of strangers from the bully, the coach, the obsessed fan, the pedophile, and the legion of “seenoevils” that often appear. You might figure that the girls have already suffered enough—for example, Ai has been picked on because of her heterochromia—but there is deeper learning and self-realization going on here. Remember Ai’s confession on the lighthouse stairwell.

In the Beatitudes, Jesus says, “Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” He follows it immediately with another statement: “Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of Me.” That doesn’t just pertain to preaching the Gospel. When you stand up for the oppressed, the widow, the orphan, the alien—when you are living the Gospel in your life—you are to expect insults, untruths, and persecution as part of the deal.

In their own way, these girls are doing just that, or at least trying to learn how. We see Ai’s development even through the first four episodes, from hikikomori to hero. She was too scared to record the girls abusing Koito, too frightened to accompany Kurumi on her flight from the axe-wielding administrator. But her early victories have given her more confidence and determination. She’s in active pursuit of her goal: save Koito. And in the process, she’s becoming more ready to Talk About Those Things. Because she’s going to have to: There is a collision coming that the series has telegraphed from the first episode—the teacher, Sawaki, and how he fits into the puzzle. You can bank on it.

It’s always risky to fawn over an anime that hasn’t yet finished its first season. This series could go off the rails in dozens of different ways. But for the moment, for these first four episodes, the series has people talking, myself included, and I see openings on a number of fronts, to carry on conversations with friends and strangers alike. Let’s talk about These Things, because their victims (and, for that matter, their perpetrators) are the substance of the broken world that Jesus died for.

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On average, Bob Aarhus finds an anime worth obsessing over every five years: NGE, Haibane Renmei, Madoka Magica, Kimi No Na Wa and, most recently, Seishun Buta Yarou (don’t judge, just watch it beyond the first eight minutes). Otherwise, he retired from the military and is now a full-time PhD student at George Mason University in northern Virginia.

Wonder Egg Priority can be streamed through Funimation.

[earthenterran]

(tsumihoroboshi) 

rena putting blame on mion and rika i can understand but satoko, the little sister whos completely backed into a corner from the abuse she experienced

like yeah no I get rena’s perspective at least, because she’s comparing the ‘sin’ of satoko to her own guilt of not preventing her parents divorce but omg no no satoko has no power and incredibly little agency in this case

[firehananas]

I finally read High Rise Invasion until the 158th chapter

So here random thoughts I got while reading it.

Honestly, I didn’t wanted to read/watch the show because it’s an ecchi. No jugement about this genre, but it makes me uncomfortable... and even more if the character are underage.  Anyway. Regarding this, it wasn’t as bad I expected it to be, save from Kuon’s shower and the jiggling boobs of Saito. I don’t really care for panties so it was most of the time okay for me. I still don’t like it that being say.

The drawings are so gorgeous!! Especially building’s panorama. It’s just w o w.

I can’t say it was a boring reading. There is always something to be interested or action. It’s doesn’t resonated with my own beliefs but I admit I enjoy it for what it is.

I though Kuon was baby. And she is!!! <3 <3 love this girl and her character development. There is some hints that makes her character to be much sharper she appears and it made me shout “go go girl!”

Yuri is also much more clever than I initially though! Rika taught her well.

Tho, not really fan of Rika himself; his way to think is just... too weird for me, ahah.

I may be a huge fan for slow burn, but Mayuko’s crush is just too cute. When is the wedding??

Yuri: So, you and Sniper Mask... there is something, right? :3c Mayuko: You stupid donkey - I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU NOT HIM!!

There is so many characters, which is both a good and a bad thing. It’s realistic and it dynamise the whole story. But in the other hand, it’s harder to have sympathy for all of them. Saito, for example, intrigues me but her only trait for now is “I must be strong like the Honjo”...

Regarding minor characters, I really like Yoshida because he is awfully relatable. Yukio is also interesting as he’s a much older character - it’s not that often you see gramps in survival. I don’t like the dad (forgot his name) but the “love makes you evil” trope is well played and I wonder how his daughter will react when she’ll learn how awful he is...

Aikawa is so G R O S S I just can’t... He is the embodiment of “love to hate” for me.

When he laughed at Rika for his girly name - man, I’m not a fan of the latter but I feel it. And that piece of crap was a teacher. Y I K E S.

I wished Yayoi was more evil; for now it’s very much implied she only acts this way because of the mask/Aikawa’s orders. Too bad: I think it would have made her relationship with her son much more interesting. Maybe it would had be redundant with the “dad’s arc” tho...

I laughed so hard when Dealer Mask wished Rika to become a God so he could save her. The way it was formulated sound like he’ll become her knight in shining armor, save her and marry right after.

In the same way, I’m unsure if it’s the French translation or not, but Yoshida said to Rika he looks “plutôt pas mal” which can both said he found him neat or hot (or even both). Context doesn’t help at all.

Sniper Mask and Rika have such ‘you’ll simp for me now’ power that even foes (Aikacrap, Dealer Mask and White Feather) goes doki-doki around them. It’s so hilarious, at least until you realize it breaks the 4th wall.

How could I not talk about our lord and savior Sniper Mask? He is. Perfect. Please you who is reading this, I hope you’ll found your Sniper Mask in real life. You all deserved it.

The big brother way he is with Kuon?? How he is considered his teammates and recognized they are being helpful??? Being probably the only male character to adverts his gaze every time something lewd happen?? When he closed Swimmer Mask’s eyes, even if he was just an awful bully - it was just respectful and so human, especially in that type of media and the univers itself. Chef kiss.

That being said, his drama king tendencies make me more than once mumble “he’s impossible - it’s impossible to be so stupid!!”

It’s also interesting how Mamoru, Sniper Mask and Rika are embodiment the sin of pride in different ways.

Sniper Mask is all in vainglory, wanting to look cool at any cost, even his own life.

Rika is both pride and vainglory. He’s much more susceptible than Sniper Mask when his cool attitude is about to be shattered and is much self-centered (thinking his teammates are a weight to be reunited with her sister, gets upset at the idea to be less cool than his little sister...)

And Mamoru... is persuaded to have the right ideology and cannot be reasoned, lost in his hubris to rules his ‘perfect world’. 

That’s it for now! Second part soon.

[catsvrsdogscatswin]

Higurashi Month 2020, Day 5: Unbreakable

It’s strange what you think of when you’re about to die.

Satoko thinks of the itchy splinter pressing into the small of her back. Maybe it’s a protective mechanism, to shield her mind and psyche from the horrors around her, or maybe it’s just that annoying, pressing and prickling insistently against her back through the cotton fabric of her pink shirt.

Most people wouldn’t be able to think of a splinter when a knife is sinking into their arm, again and again and again, with wet squishing noises and spurts of blood and oh Oyashiro-sama so much pain, but Satoko focuses and clenches her teeth around her wrenching cries of agony and still that splinter manages to bother her.

Maybe it’s because she doesn’t know where else to focus. There’s Mi-Shio- there’s someone in front of her, all clenched teeth and feral green eyes and a white kimono rapidly becoming soaked with blood (Satoko’s blood) and focusing on that makes Satoko want to cry for a variety of reasons, not the least of which that whoever this is, if they aren’t a demon, they used to be one of her dearest friends. She can’t look at this person, it’s frightening and obscene and macabre, their emotions are so wild, so obvious as they play across this person’s face that just looking at them is like looking into their soul, but she can’t look away, because she is tied to a wooden structure with heavy chains and to look away is to see the dangling body of Kimiyoshi-ojisan, whose feet barely scrape the ground and whose neck is stretched out like that of a plucked chicken. Satoko should know, she’s done plenty to prepare them for her and Rika’s meals.

Rika…

Satoko fights the urge to cry as she feels the splinter jab insistently at her back. She watched Kimiyoshi-ojisan, and it had not been quick. She can still hear his garbled sounds and the vague shushing of his feet as he scraped them against the ground, trying to find enough traction to push his body up and relieve his weight from the leather collar digging into his throat. She can still remember how he tried to smile at her, shaky and trembling, like he was trying to reassure her, and how utterly terrifying it had been, because to see the terror of looming death lurking inside an adult’s eyes, the acceptance thereof, as they tried to reassure a child was the worst thing of all. Kimiyoshi-ojisan knew he’d been about to die, but he still tried to put up a façade to Satoko that it would be alright, that he would somehow be able to help her.

Chilling, and horrible.

And if she looks the other way, she can hear Mi-Shio- she can hear someone in the echoing rocky darkness of the halls beyond, screaming and crying desperately to mix and meld with the mad cackles of her sister- this demon- whatever this person was as she stabbed Satoko’s arm over and over again, spraying this underground sanctum with blood. Apologies, endless and lament, like the cries of the sorrowing dead, echoed from those caves, but the person in front of Satoko did not stop, did not slow down.

Satoko recognized this scene. It was like with Satoshi and the old and weak her, the her that had cowered behind him and let him take countless blows as she did nothing but weep and apologize.

“I already knew about my sin…” she gasps into the ringing silence that falls after she nearly slips under and this person slaps her awake. “That Ni-Ni disappeared…because I couldn't stop clinging to him.”

Satoko finally begins to cry.

“I was a spoiled brat. Even though Ni-Ni was bearing the brunt of everything, I still kept shoving all the responsibility onto his shoulders!”

“That’s interesting.” says the person before her that looks like one of her friends but isn’t. “You already knew what your crime is.”

“I'll show him how much I've matured, though!” Satoko snaps suddenly, ignoring the wet, hot drip of blood from her arm, the slow insistent burn of pain from all the cuts there. “I'll show him that I don't need to hide behind his back anymore! When Ni-Ni comes back, he won't come home to a deadweight!”

The terrible person laughs. “I sure hope he comes back, too!” they cackle.

Satoko shakes her tears away. Tears are weak and useless now, and she doesn’t use them any more. “Ni-Ni will definitely come back!” she cries at this person. “I'll wait until he does! I'll apologize to him for relying on him so completely! I won't give up until then! No matter how much it hurts, I won't rely on him, not anymore! Nothing will change if I cry, so I'll endure it! I'll be strong!”

The person’s mouth slowly gapes open as they run their tongue along their teeth, before they scowl. “I won't get cocky if I were you, kiddo.”

“If stabbing me makes you happy, then do it as much as you want!” Satoko shouts back, clenching her fists and ready for pain. “But hear this: I won't cry!”

The blade comes again, sharp and fast like a thunderbolt, and Satoko shouts louder, her eyes dry.

“I won't cry! I won't cry!”

Sharp, pounding, constant, whittling her lifeforce down to nothing as blood spurts and drips over the wooden bars of the prop and this person’s clothes as they shout and snarl and slam the knife into Satoko’s arms again and again.

“Ni-Ni, are you watching?” Satoko gasps, her head lolling to the side as her own blood drips stickily down her face. “See how much stronger Satoko has become. No matter what happens, I won't give up!”

The stabbings become sharp, frenetic, nearly frantic, as there is a strange, flickering gleam in this person’s eyes. They weren’t prepared for this. This isn’t something they can deal with. They want her to stop. They want her to shut up. They want her to cry and scream like the weak fool she used to be. Then that person can deal with this, but Satoko stonewalling them, refusing to make a peep as the knife slid into the flesh of her arm again and again, this person can’t deal with that. They are weak, they are the ones relying on someone else now. Satoko’s not like that anymore.

“Something like this can't make me cry. It can't make me cry.” Satoko repeated. The splinter prickled her back as this person roared and swung the knife up, the gleaming blade heading straight for Satoko’s face. “IT WON'T!”

A sick, fleshy thud echoes in the underground chamber, as the blade of the knife slams home, right through Satoko’s forehead.

And even in death, she doesn’t cry.

[96percentdone]

Welcome to Hope’s Peak Academy

So @jaedeite and I ages ago invented this au. Called “clusterfuck au.” because the main ship is a polyamorous clusterfuck. and it involves the higurashi cast also existing in a dangan ronpa setting. like. a modified pre-despair setting, with v3 kids, and less stupid bullshit. 

AND. Well. I wrote some of it. Happy shitscram bitches

Shuuichi’s summer break has been extremely quiet, or so he would like to say. Ever since he solved that gruesome murder three months ago, the press has been hounding his uncle’s detective office, and even his home. He hasn’t even tried going out this summer, preferring to stay in his small room at his uncles’ house. The world at large too desperately wants to plaster his face on the papers.

It was an accident anyway. A mistake. Really, anyone could have noticed that detail about the knife. How the state of the body didn’t match with the apparent murder weapon. It was obvious, wasn’t it? It really could only have been that man!

Dark eyes with the cold fury of a man thwarted flash through his mind. That glare, that hateful, self-righteous glare; he thinks they’re punishment enough for his sin of solving it.

It was an accident. A mistake. Nobody should have solved that case. Justice was already won before Shuuichi had ever arrived, when that man was sent right to hell. He should have just left it be. Let that broken, damaged family recover without his meddling.

Should he have? Is that what justice is? Letting murderers go free? Letting those who have been brutalized get their retribution, their safety, through any necessary means? He never wanted to answer these questions. He just wanted to solve mysteries. I should have stuck to puzzles and books. 

There’s a knock on his bedroom door, and Shuuichi looks up from his empty desk. “Shuuichi-kun!,” The older, raspier voice of his uncle calls out from beyond the door. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” 

Uncle Yuujirou walks up to Shuuichi’s desk, and hands him an elegant, but simple, white envelope. Oh no, is it some ridiculous interview request? He thought for sure he told him he’s not interested in any of this kind of stuff. Uncle Yuujirou just laughs, with a knowing look on that gently wrinkled face. “I went through today’s mail. I threw most of it out, but I think this one will interest you.”

Shuuichi takes the envelope in his hands, examining it in the careful and precise way he does evidence. It’s not particularly special, other than the black and white stamp. The one that Hope’s Peak Academy uses when it scouts out the talented. Oh no.

***

The letter in Rena’s hand is icky. That’s the only way she could ever describe it. Crisp and white, and yet somehow it sticks to her, gluing itself to her thoughts for months. It sticks and clings like dough when you first try to knead it. The letter reads with elegant, precise letters:

You’ve been invited to attend Hope’s Peak Academy as the Super High School Level Stage Actress. 

“I’m not going,” Rena says, dropping the letter on the kitchen table with disgust. That’s her final answer. Act? Again? No, she quit that. She hasn’t acted in a year, why would she go back now? To the lights, the crowds, back to Shuukyo city. No thanks. She’ll stay right here in Ibaraki.

“Reina—” her father pleads, stumbling out of his chair. He should have expected this. That name has never felt ickier. 

“No! I said I’m never acting again! I refuse!” She can feel herself shaking, hands clenched into trembling fists. She never wanted to be like this again, not in front of her dad, not in front of anyone, not at all. I’m not going. I’m not going I’m not going I’m not going. 

Echoing in the back of her mind is an elegant voice, a laugh, a ‘congratulations, you did so well Reina-chan! We’re so proud of you!’ Unbidden tears build up. Rena refuses to cry, grinding her teeth with all the force in the world.

Gentle hands grab her tense shoulders. “Reina,” her father says in a gentle voice. She doesn’t look up at him. She’s not sure if she doesn’t want to see his face, or if she doesn’t want him to see hers. “You don’t have to act.”

Don’t have to act? You told me you wanted me to go! How can she go to Hope’s Peak Academy and not act? That’s why they wanted her, isn’t it? What is Dad talking about? He’s not making any sense.

“If you really don’t want to go, that’s okay,” he continues with a sigh. Rena can imagine the look on his face. “I don’t want to make you do anything if you really don’t want to. But this is the best education you could ever get. Even if you never act again, you could take this diploma and do anything you want.”

“But they want me for acting!” It’s a pitiful rebuttal. One she knows that won’t last.

“They can’t force you to act, Reina.” He doesn’t elaborate further, but he doesn’t have to. Rena knows it’s true. Hope’s Peak Academy is a high school, not an acting program. They might have a drama club, and even facilities for grand performances, but they can’t force her back on stage. Even if they needle and whine and beg.

She sighs, taking a deep breath. “Okay.” This isn’t like her. Rena is supposed to be cheerful now. What would make her cheerful? “Maybe Rena will learn to become a detective instead! Hau!” Yeah, that sounds fun. Hope’s Peak will find her in their forensics lab. She’s always liked a good mystery.

***

“So, you’re going back to campus tomorrow right Sis?” The familiar voice of her sister asks, slightly muffled in the way all phone calls are. 

“Ahaha, yeah,” Mion replies, placing the last of her controllers in the box. That’s all that she has left for packing. Good! I’m done! And with that she flops back on her fluffy twin sized bed, in her now emptier bedroom. “It’ll be fun to start the club back up again.”

“You mean your club with only two members?” Shion teases, and Mion’s cheeks burn.

“Rika-chan and Satoko show up too!” Sometimes. It’s hard, given that they’re elementary schoolers, and live on a different part of campus. So usually, it’s just two of them. Is that kind of a date…? No, don’t think about that!

Except Shion can smell embarrassment, even from the district next door. “Bet that works out in your favor too, hm? You two can get some alone time. When are you going to make a move, sis?”

“AAGHH, Stupid Shion, shut up!!” Mion groans, kicking the bed sheets as she buries her face in a pillow. It was a mistake for the conversation to go this direction. But as Shion continues to rib her, her mind drifts somewhere else.

They met in the cafeteria. She hadn’t ever seen him before, probably because he wasn’t enrolled in the same course as her. He looked absolutely miserable, staring blankly at the bento he was barely eating. It’s far from Mion to ignore someone in pain, so naturally. ‘Hey, do you want to play a game?’

Those eyes looked confused. ‘Sonozaki Mion…’ He said slowly, as if he was surprised she was talking to him. Didn’t stop her from taking a seat next to him. His eyes got a little brighter at that.

 “We’re just friends,” Mion finally says, in a huff from all the teasing. It took her weeks to convince him to actually play a game with her, never mind join her club, but they’re definitely friends now. She’s happy like that. He looks a bit happier than he used to. He smiles more during club meetings. Mion thinks he looks nice like that. Stupid Mion, change the subject! “Anyway, we’re going tomorrow morning, do you want to come with?”

One more night and she’s back to school again. She’s looking forward to it. 

***

“Yeah, and then have Demon Granny kick my ass for going near Hope’s Peak, no thanks!” Shion says. If I see Grandma never again it would be too soon! Mion laughs. 

“You say that like you haven’t been there before.” 

At this Shion snickers. It’s true that sometimes, “Mion” is her. It’s pretty fun to sneak around campus, meet some of Mion’s friends. But that won’t work here, and besides, “Unfortunately for you, I’m actually busy.”

“Is it the mystery guy that doesn’t talk much?” Ah, him. Shion’s new friend. The one she hasn’t told Mion much about. A twinge of guilt pierces her heart.

“Yeah, that’s him. He’s moving with me tomorrow.” Was that too much to tell her?

“He’s WHAT?” Yeah, it might have been too much. She rolls over on her messy bed and internally groans.

“Well, he can barely take care of himself, even with the jobs he has. The other day we went to the supermarket again, and he still hasn’t learned to get things in bulk—”

“Did mom okay this?”

“I didn’t ask. I told Kasai, and we’re moving him into the empty apartment next door.” It’s the kind of thing you can get away with when your family owns the building. 

“Mmn…” Mion’s frown is quite audible. She can tell her sister wants to ask questions, but doesn’t know how to. Maybe she’s scared to. There’s an intangible wall between the Sonozaki sisters. That’s not a bad thing, is it? What can she even tell her anyway? It’s not like she knows all that much. This is fine. “That makes sense. Try not to burden Kasai-san too much, okay?”

“You worry too much!” Shion takes a glance at the time. Crap, I’m late! “Anyway I have to go! I said I’d help him clean up his old place!”

“Wait, Shion—” But it’s too late, and Shion hangs up. 

Muu-kun: where are you?

Muu-kun : hello?

Muu-kun: muu….i’m getting worried…

Shion: sorry, sorry! I’m on my way~!

***

All finished! Satoko’s dorm room looks mostly the same, just fuller now. Jackets hang in closets, shoes rest by the door, and there’s a few scattered tools, books, and electronics across the desk and bed. It could probably be neater, but she doesn’t see the point, since she’s just going to make the mess again anyway. 

“We’ll be on our way now, Satoko,” says the soft voice of her mother, standing by the sofa and observing the room. Behind her towards the door is Houjou-san—dad. Yeah. He’s dad now, remember? Satoko finds herself frowning, unwanted. “Satoko?” Her mother asks, concern pooled in caramel eyes. There’s the unsaid question: ‘Are you missing your brother again?’ 

“Of course, I am just fine! Ohohoho!” Satoko laughs, regal and fake. It doesn’t bother her at all that he’s missing. That he was here for this last year, and then ran off the next day. It doesn’t bother her that instead of him, there’s only Houjou-san. No, Dad. “I was simply wondering if Rika will be here soon.”

“I’m sure she’ll be here soon,” Houjou-san says with a smile. He always looks happy. He’s not burdened at all by Satoko. Satoko alone is struggling to define what family means to her. No I’m not! Houjou-san is my father! It’s fine. All parental relationships are awkward.

She hugs her mom a bit too tight, and awkwardly side hugs Houjou-san, and then they’re on their way, leaving Satoko alone in her dorm room. Before she gets stuck in her thoughts, she pulls her phone out of her pocket. Hopefully she’s not busy…

***

With a smile plastered on her face, Rika swings higher, higher, on the swingset of the park set. One day she’ll find a way to fly, so high, and finally touch one of those cotton clouds. Push higher—it’s liberating.

 “CUT!” a loud voice yells from outside the filming area. “Take a break! We’ll be back in 20.” Finally. Rika’s smile drops. Or rather, it doesn’t. It just switches to the well-worn form belonging to child actress darling, Furude Rika. 

As she goes over to her bag, The director comes over, praising her for her flawless work like always, blah blah, she’s not really listening. Just smiling and nodding. “Mii. Thank you very much, Akito.” Rika thinks she’s the only one in the world who can get away with this disrespect. 

He leaves, and she ruffles through her stuff until she finds her cellphone, the notification light blinking. It’s always blinking on her phone. Unlock, scroll, god she wishes she could block all these people. So many directors, and managers, and costume people, and agents, and her mother (ugh), is there anything here that’s interesting?

Satokoヾ(○･ω･)ﾉ☆: Have you arrived yet?

Oh yeah. Today is moving back in day, isn’t it, even for the elementary schoolers. She forgot amidst her overpacked schedule. A quick glance back to her crowded calendar and yep, she’s set to finally go and settle back at the dorm in about…six hours. “That’s too long,” she mutters. 

“Akito?” Rika asks, waddling up to the director, who’s busy pouring over a bit of script. “I have to leave early today,” she says, looking down. It’s not like they really need her here. Rika does perfect takes on the first go most of the time. She expects to get irritated texts from her mother, but who cares. It wouldn’t be the first or the last time.

“Ah, today is move in day isn’t it? Of course. You’re not really needed for the rest of the work today anyway,” he says, going into detail about the schedule, and blah blah, Rika doesn’t care. She’s out the door. 

Her mom won’t be happy to see her learn she’s leaving early, but it doesn’t matter. Satoko is waiting.

***

As the math teacher for class 2-BR lectures on and on about polynomials, Hajime wonders why exactly he’s even here. Head propped up in one hand, he glances out the window with a sigh, gazing at the athletics fields beneath him. Below there’s a class for the SHSLs, playing baseball and goofing off together. They look like they’re having fun. Certainly more fun than Hajime is having at this lecture.

His gym classes are not as fun. Maybe they’re not as fun because he doesn’t have anyone to goof off with. He’s friendly with his classmates, but they’re not friends. He doesn’t get what they’re all so excited about. They’re just reserve course kids. They’ll only ever be second best. Just like he is. Why did I enroll here again…?

It’d be easier if just being here made him happy, like it does everyone else in his class. But he’s not happy. Walking through the halls of the large building, with classrooms split between Ts and Rs depending on the course you’re enrolled in, and he’s left feeling misplaced. Lost. We reserve course kids are just here to foot the bills…

His phone buzzes from his front pocket. A thousand yen says it’s Sonozaki. Carefully, although the teacher never notices anyway, he pulls it out and checks his messages.

Sonozaki: club is in session today! o((*^▽^*))o don’t forget. 

Sonozaki: first day back is not a day off

Sonozaki: if you skip out I will hunt you down so don’t try anything (｡+･`ω･´)

Hajime snorts quietly and pockets his phone again. Maybe it’s not that terrible.

***

It’s impressive how empty the halls of the main building of Hope’s Peak Academy can get as soon as classes let out, Kokichi thinks. It’s only the first day, and yet all the excitement of being here at this school, is already zapped after a single day. Well, I guess it wouldn’t be all that exciting for returning students, and he doesn’t think clubs are operating just yet, but it’s still a little unexpected. 

He watches as the remaining stragglers in the hall run off to the library, or even to their dorms with disinterest. It doesn’t matter all that much what they’re doing, anyway. He’s not out patrolling the halls for them, but to get a lay of the land. This is his new stomping grounds. It’s a pretty big campus, so he has to get used to it fast if he wants to make the most of it. 

But it’s still kind of boring. In this quiet building, with its mostly empty halls. If the rest of his cohort were here, it’d be one thing, but there’s no one. Not even someone to antagonize. How boring. He hopes his whole HPA experience won’t be like this. It’s a school for the best and brightest. Surely something interesting has to come along.

Well, I guess for today we’ll bother the people in my dorm! He cracks a grin at that. There’s so many new faces to piss off! Surely at least one of them is exciting.

***

Nobody stands near Nagito as he peruses the many shelves of the library. They scurry away as soon as he’s within 10 feet of them to some other place he can’t see them. He’s used to it. The group of reserve course students who almost lost all their bags in an accidental fire started calling him HPA’s Bad Luck Charm, and it’s spread around the school. He did apologize for that (he swears he was just trying to return that Bunsen burner), but it didn’t make a difference. Oh well. That’s okay. Nagito is used to time alone.

The people in his class tend to stay clear of him, too. Well, Sonozaki-san (as the class president) and a few others are nice, and friendly towards him, but that’s about it. He can’t really burden people as talented as them with his presence. They’re all so bright, shining, hopeful. They’re destined for great things. It’s unfitting for him to be their compatriot. 

Another reserve course student skitters away from him as Nagito starts taking out a new book. He thinks he’d be better suited among their ranks. They’re just as audacious as he is to think they belong here.

When the book comes out, the entire bookcase falls over, causing a domino effect. Nagito starts laughing to himself.

***

The conference room with the steering committee is always really dark. Jin never understood why they do that. Even if everything you need to look at is on a screen, a light is still nice. But whatever.

“We’re no longer postponing the Hope Cultivation plan,” speaks one of the men. 

The announcement sends Jin into a panic. “But, the results of the modified project are still unclear. You could be putting one of the students in real danger—”

“Need we remind you that you were the one who insisted we change the operation.” That was because your original plan was inhumane and ill thought-out. But the steering committee doesn’t care about the ethics of it. The reserve course is just money and guinea pigs to them. “We’ve lost a lot of time because of your efforts. We cannot wait any longer,” the committee continues. 

Damn! Jin needs more time! The investigation into the committee is still underway. It’s going so slow because if they catch on to him, he’s fired, and then who knows what they’ll do to this school. Does he tell Munakata to pick up the pace? Is that a safe play? He doesn’t know. He can’t know. 

“Start searching the reserve course for a test subject. And make it quick.”

The clock is ticking. 

***

The alleyways of Shuukyo city, clean but still covered in graffiti, are always empty at this time of night. It’s too early for the delinquents groups, but it’s just too late for anyone else to spend time in an alley. Keiichi is alone, crouched near some trash cans. They smell really bad, and flies gleefully buzz around them, but despite this he stays right here, tucked out of sight from the kids and people wandering the streets. He has to. It ends before it begins otherwise.

There’s a heavy weight sitting in his arms, made much heavier by the weight of soon-to-be sins. He can still back out. He hasn’t done anything yet. If he went home, right now, it would be like nothing ever happened. He doesn’t have to do this. But he wants to. Or, he deserves to. Or, the pain has to go somewhere. Somewhere that isn’t him. 

So he thinks, deliberating on the pain that has yet to be inflicted, staring down at the BB gun in his hands, aiming at no one, when suddenly—

“Y’know, that’s a really bad prank,” an unfamiliar voice says. Startled, Keiichi drops the BB gun, and it clatters to the floor. In the darkness of the alleyway, he can see the hints of a new silhouette, but he can’t make the stranger out. When did they get here? “There’s a lot more interesting things you can be doing other than that.”

Keiichi says nothing. He’s frozen in place. He’s caught, but he won’t be caught if he just goes home, leaves it here. The stranger can’t see much more of him than he can of them. He’s at no risk, right? Hell, maybe he can shoot them first.

“Do you think you’re special?”

Hah? What kind of question is that?

“Well don’t look so surprised. Only a narc would feel entitled to pelt people with a BB gun.” The stranger laughs at his expense. “Are you a narc?” 

Keiichi still can’t move, can’t speak, but his anger is starting to boil over. What does this person know? They don’t know him! They don’t know his pain, or his struggle! He’s not a narcissist. He’s not! He’s not, right? He’s…not. I’m just—

“Tag, you’re it!” The stranger swipes the gun off the concrete and bolts down the nearby street. 

Before he’s able to think, he’s chasing, following a dark blurry silhouette as they run all across the district. He needs it back. He needs it back, right? What else can he use to take out his anger? But his plan is out the window now. Sure, he could go back to blasting cans, but that’s not enough. That’s what this was for, right? He needs it back! He needs it back. 

He runs and runs and runs. The streets all blur together in his mind, with the only thing in his sights being that stranger with his BB gun. But why does he need it back? Was this ever worth it? Do I even want to do this? Is this going to make me happy? He needs it back. He needs it back!

He doesn’t even know how long he’s been running for. Minutes? Hours? He just has to keep running. He has to get it back. Even if he doesn’t think he wants it anymore. Even if he doesn’t know what he wants.

The stranger hops over a closed gate with the gun, and vanishes. Where am I….? It takes Keiichi a minute, through his heaving and panting, to register the tall, regal brick entryway, and the looming school behind it. Hope’s Peak Academy…? Did he really run that far? He collapses against the brick wall. Guess so. 

As he recuperates, he thinks. How do I get that back? He doesn’t go here. He’s enrolled in specialized schools, and being in the reserve course didn’t seem appealing. But he wants it back. Or. Or maybe he wants something else. 

Maybe there are other ways to be happy.

[protezioni]

‘ merry crisis. ’. - Bren

Of course I'll do this!! This was a whole lot of fun and you'll see a usual Protezioni environment too!

Brennende Ledidenschaft

A set of papers were set in the living room desk as several people began chattering to one another, not caring about the person who had bags under his eyes and his body language screaming out that he needed rest. No, no... They didn't care at all and he was probably used to that kind of treatment. He fixed his glasses before bringing out a pencil and paper, his eye twitching before he began drawing on the paper... Well, as a weapon specialist, he always had to know more about it or make one--- There was not a single day where he hasn't done that yet... He set his pencil down the moment he heard the door slam open.

What the fuck was that?

He turned his head to spot a close friend of his, her clothes shredded and some open wounds that leaked out crimson blood... A smile was still evident on her face, but the scent of gunpowder, smoke and fire was clearly from her... She raised her arms up in the air, proudly declaring that she was able to finish the task she had for the week. "I'm alive! Let's celebrate good times, come on!" She walked in further and she was only scolded by Sepheir who immediately began treating her wounds. The male rolled his eyes before resting his forehead on his palm. This woman... did she ever take things seriously after they were found? She could have died for crying out loud! He placed his papers away before dusting away some erasure dust from his lap.

"Tilear, you have to be more careful."

"Woah, Bren! Looking great as always!"

"Thank you, I would have the same to you if you didn't look so teared apart."

A grin came from the girl, but she stayed in position as the medic of the famiglia continued to fix her up. "Teared apart? Man, if you want to see teared apart, you enough saw how bad I beat those mafia bastards! I'm like Thanos, but sexier! I killed them with a snap of a finger!" She boasted about her success and he only decided to sit near her to listen to her story. "Bren, you should have seen it! I clesrly did amazing and it really did prove that those people was no match against a beautiful woman like me, Tilear! The Bomb Specialist!" She gestured to herself wildly and she winced once she felt how tightened the bandages were. "Woah! Slow down there, Sepheir."

"You should focus on the treatment, but it is nice that you ended up fine. Not that I doubted you for a second." He began standing up once again, as he did what he wanted. He confirmed she was alright... But those short seconds of ease was instantly destroyed when he noticed Zuro and Ace standing on top of the living room table as they gestured to their own... bodies? Were they boasting again? A twitch. Did they actually not see the set of papers there? He was working there. "Excuse me?" He raised his voice, causing the two to freeze for a good 5 seconds before realizing who said that. "Can you two get off? I was working."

"Zuro started it." Ace quickly jumped off the table before slicking his hair away. "He dragged me to go on top of the table after I challenged him to prove who really is the best and most attractive member of the Protezioni." He explained his side and Bren ended up placing his fingers on the bridge of his nose in irrtiation. "Don't worry, Bren! We didn't mess with the papers!" He grinned proudly before signalling Zuro to go off, and he did. In fact, Zuro even placed an arm around Bren and talked to him so casually despite the evident irritation in his voice and movement. "Are we going to ask Bren instead of the people making their bets on who will win?"

"Fuck yeah we will, and I know he will choose me!" Oh no. "Hey Bren, who do you think is more attractive when it comes to physical appearance? The perfect typical bad boy right here or that bitch who can't even finish a book."

"Can't finish a book? Who told you that? I'm only busy with such missions but I have had finished some before!" Ah shit. "Okay let me rephrase that, would you prefer someone who's definitely a perfect gift from god, or a spawn of Satan?"

"Hell is hotter than heaven, yo!" Here we go again. "Like why else do you think Papa G threw the demons out of heaven? It was probably because angels wont be angels with impure thoughts about one another!"

"Do you not know how this works? They were definitely thrown out for their sins!"

"Maybe Papa G was jealous and Brother JC was livid over hot men!"

"That doesn't make sense!"

"You don't make sense! Like damn, who has a fucking coat on but not a damn shirt?"

"It's called style! Who wears a hoodie 25/8?"

"This bitch does, and he does it fucking right!"

"Can you two shut up for a goddamn second?!" Someone across the room yelled, throwing a bit of a tantrum. "Maybe my sister would be fucking less stressed if you two jokes were actually fucking working instead of I don't know beING SO IMMATURE AND ARGUING OVER TRIVIAL MATTERS?!"

"Oh no." Bren repeated, but with his mouth instead of his mind. "Romano probably hasn't slept in three days and only lived on coffee again." This was something that happened with him once a new mission was going to happen. He always researched about the location, the members and even the facilities to make the infiltration much easier for the members who'd be going in the mission. He may not realize it, but he was one of the members who worked the hardest for the safety of the rest... But now stress was taking over and no one can really stop him... At least he thought.

Someone was going close to Romano, about to pet his head. "Romano, I think you need some rest."

"I don't nEED TO FUCKING REST, KO!"

Okay nevermind, his thoughts were wrong. Zuro and Ace were completely quiet, not liking the sight of an angry Capo Sei. They never really enjoyed seeing a member this angry to scream at the top of their lungs unless... Well, it was Izami or Fortunato, who were doing it on a daily basis. "Romano, my sweet Capo Sei, Ko is right! Let me get you some of your sleeping pills for you! I'll go to Miss Sepheir and make sure you have the proper amount of medicine and have a nice nap in your room or library! I don't get to decide that!" Ace was being nice to him and Romano's shoulder relaxed. "Sounds good?"

"wHO THE FUCK MADE OUR BABY UPSET?!"

"Tana? I am sorry for what I did, I didn't expect it'd end up this way."

"HOW DARE YOU, HE DESERVES HAPPINESS!"

"I said I'm sorry."

"AhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH"

"Great, now Romano is back to his panicking side." Bren began to facepalm, of course this would happen. This always happened. Now, he watched as other Crew Sei members held back Tana from fist fighting both Ace and Zuro, as the two only constsntly apologized to what they did to make their poor capo upset. The other members just watched this whole shit go down, Izami was yelling over them being immature fuckers, Aki was trying to calm him down. Fortunato was complaining about how loud they get and Bernando called him hypocrite, Yarohe was trying to make them stop arguing.

"Hi dears! I-"

Great. The boss finally arrived home from grocery shopping, and now she blinked a couple of times before processing the chaos going on.

"Merry Crisis." Bren greeted her bluntly and blandly. "Merry Crisis, Miss Rika."