#thanks for reading if ya do!

[snezario]

oookay now that i finally posted that lil one-shot, i just want to say a couple things (under the cut)

i am eternally grateful for the snezbin community and just general support overall. i really have not been active snzblr for the past ~5 yrs so it was rly nice to have the validation for my writing/hcs/etc AND share the snzblr brain cell for once.

i don't have any other snzfic planned atm bc i'm completely brainrotted for this vanilla fic i started writing. which is also why the ficlet i just posted, despite being pretty short, took so long. it's my first ever vanilla fic and i'm having such a blast writing it. i can also see it being at least 20-30k words and being the slow, insecure writer i am, it's a pretty monumental task i've put myself to.

i will say i have thought about turning it into a sick/snzfic for my own self-indulgence but i want to finish the original first. i'm hesistant to bring it here because 1) it leans into an al ship 2) i enjoy the nigh complete anonymity that i have posting on ao3.

that being said, i don't want to completely shut myself off from snz requests. i never explicitly said it but i'm generally open to requests, just as long as you know it may or may not happen. writing motivation has always been finicky for me and the fact that i've written this much in the past 3 months is actually quite astounding to me.

another side note, bc of this hyperfixation, i started dipping my toe into rp more and it's been rly fun! i'm open to doing that as well for any fandom i'm apart of (check my pinned post/dm me if you're interested). i've done a bit of vanilla and snz rp so i'd be happy to do either :>

this hyperfixation rly just took off with my soul and said you're going to think abt this show, the tv and deer demon, and the VAs, 24/7 for an unforeseen amount of time.

[lizaisdrawing]

Adoring how you color– adoring your art style, i enjoy studying it!

And the way you draw Wallace, it's just so– *swoons*

Yall are just the sweetest… 🤍🤍🤍

I appreciate you all very much 🤍🥹

I don’t have a Wally pic, so have a sketch!

[jojo-schmo]

I made myself a personal playlist with the fnaf songs I like (because wow I’ve missed out on like five years of bangers and need to catch up!!). I thought I would make myself a playlist cover with my precious Helpy bear to inspire even more joy from it!! He stole/borrowed DJ Music Man’s headphones. :3

[caregivingchrysalises]

starlight? are you still awake? oh darling hi my little moon, thank you for welcoming me home angel, i’m happy to be back precious. you’re so sleepy honey, i appreciate you spending time waiting up for me but it’s important to get the proper rest sprout, growing blossoms like yourself need all of their energy baby~ i’m going to slip into something softer and then i think it’s time for us to fly to dreamland together sweetheart. i know going to bed can be scary love, but i promise i’ll protect you from all the scariness and shadows starlight. can buba pick you up love, i’ll give a count down okay? 3,,2,, up we go! there’s my little noble hi my love, alright did we have any stuffies waiting with you? we can’t leave them behind now can we! that’s right love they are part of our royal family, such a kind little leaf you are~ alright then, stuffies and starlight accounted for i do believe it’s time to get some rest don’t you dove? my it seems my royal rambles have flown you right off into dreamland, goodnight my little moon, your buba loves you in every galaxy angel~ rest well for me.

[elvisabutler]

that's alright mama

summary: after seeing you with jupiter and a pregnancy scare austin finds that he really really wants to get you pregnant. pairing: austin butler x fem reader rating: m word count: 1298 warnings: breeding kink! unprotected p in v sex. cream pie. austin's filthy mouth. implications of lactation kink. pregnancy kink? technically? it kind of goes with the breeding kink. minor daddy kink implication? he calls himself baby daddy. tiny bit of come play. it's filth. author's note: welcome to day 9 of kinktober breeding kink with austin butler. so let me tell y'all this right now. this is filthy because breeding kink can inherently be a very dirty kink but also because it's one of my secret kinks. like y'all don't even know. hope y'all enjoy and be on the lookout tomorrow for ( ideally ) mutual masturbation with olivia dejonge and the austin mermaid au.

"What's gotten into you?" You can't help but ask as Austin's behind you, his lips placing increasingly messy kisses against you neck as you attempt to open the front door of your house.

The only answer you get back is a growl as Austin grinds into you, trying to get some friction for his cock. Anything for him to be momentarily distracted from the desire he has to rip your clothes off before you're even in the house.

Austin rarely gets like this and more often than not he's usually a bit tipsy when it happens. So this is completely out of the ordinary. It's so out of the ordinary that when you finally get the key to work and the door to open, you can't help but turn around with a concerned frown. "Seriously, Aust-"

He cuts you off with a kiss. A kiss that's a clash of teeth and tongues. A kiss that forces the air from your lungs and has your mind blanking, forgetting every question you have about why he's acting this way. He walks the two of you back, his foot- you think- kicking the door shut before he has you against the wall. You groan at the sensation of your back hitting the wall and it finally makes you pull away just enough to take a deep breath.

"Austin, what are doing?" You finally are able to ask breathlessly, your chest heaving as you use your hands and arms to force him to not immediately go back to kissing you.

"You." Your eyebrows shoot up and Austin shakes his head as if that's going to clear his thoughts or make them form a coherent sentence. "I need- You looked so perfect with Jupiter. And two months ago, when you were late- God, babe, I thought about it. I thought about you full of me. I thought of you being pregnant. I- I didn't realize I wanted it till then. But I do."

"Oh." It's the the only word that's in your brain at the confession. It's the only word that describes the feeling of pure desire that shoots down your spine at the image Austin's words painted. Your body leans forward a little into him, almost like you're gonna pass out before you whimper a little. "Tell me more. Tell me what you want."

He honestly growls before picking you up, his hands moving to unbutton your pants and pull them down as your hands unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. Your legs move around his waist as you use your feet to force his pants down. You're surprised it works but you're not questioning it, instead focusing on how Austin's kissing at your neck and mumbling until you feel his cock slide into you.

"You'd look so fucking gorgeous, all swollen with my baby. Everyone would know you're mine, know that I did that to you." He thrusts, pushing you against the wall, shaking the pictures hanging near you. His head moves to your breasts, kissing them before nipping off and on in between words. "These are already so sensitive, I practically can get you off when I play with your nipples but they'd swell up with milk for our baby. Be rock hard, you'd probably have to have me suck them for you. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Like feeding your baby daddy?"

The noise that leaves you at his words is practically inhuman, a mix of a keen and a groan and a growl all in one and Austin can't help but laugh sinisterly. "You would. You want me to fill you up, don't you? You want to be full of my cum? Full of my baby? You want to be all swollen like that? Want everyone to know that I loved you so much to give you a baby?"

Normal you, normal not being fucked into oblivion you, normal you who is not having Austin thrust so deep and so hard that you swear he really is trying to fuck a baby into you would like to argue that love is not necessary for a baby. The present you has her cunt clenching around Austin's cock at his words, an orgasm barreling through you without him even touching your clit. The present you is gasping for air and murmuring nonsense into Austin's hair as he manages to get one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucks in a way that he never has before, almost like he's trying to make milk appear.

"Aus, I can't, they're sensitive, don't make me-" You're babbling, trying to get your brain to focus, to settle on a thought, but he keeps sucking and fucking you that your brain is only settling feeling how his cock is stretching you, how deep it feels like it's in you and how you can hear a picture crashing to the ground with how forcefully Austin is thrusting into you.

"Come again? Oh no, oh no babe, you're going to. You're going to come again and I'm going to come. I'm going to fill you up with my come over and over tonight until I know you're not leaving our bed without my baby growing inside of you. Until I know that in a few months you'll have a bump where our baby is growing. A bump I can rub and touch and that's just gonna get bigger. Until I know that the next time I suck these tits of yours? You're gonna give daddy his milk."

That does it, that has you gripping at his back, clawing at his back trying to settle yourself, trying to regain some control of your mind because the image he paints is one you really hadn't thought of but one that is making you want to cry out in pleasure. You do your best to grind against Austin's cock from your position and your legs grip him tighter, forcing him deeper inside and causing him to hiss and curse lightly. Everything is so overwhelming that you barely notice Austin's hand slipping between the two of you until you're clenching around him- not quite coming but you can feel his fingers right near your clit and you force yourself to utter something resembling words.

"Give me your come, Austin. Please, give me your baby." Your voice is soft but so commanding that you feel Austin violently shudder against you before you feel a burst of warmth inside of you as he continues to play with your clit and you feel yourself following Austin's release with a choked off sigh.

The two of you stay there, both of your chests heaving as you catch your bearings. Austin's hands are shaking a little and so you kick your legs against his back your universal cue to tell him to let you down and he obliges. The whine that leaves you when his cock slips out, when you can feel his come dripping out is so needy that you feel more than a bit embarrassed. Austin looks at you and seems to sense that and rather than reassure you, he lets himself move down to your thighs and play with the dripping come before forcing it back up inside of you. He can't catch it all but damn if he was going to waste too much of it. Your cunt twitches at the attention and he can't help but bite his lip.

"So-" He starts, his eyes not even bothering to leave your cunt.

"Bath, Butler." You say in lieu of anything else and with your voice shaking. "Then we'll talk."

He gulps and finally looks up at you. "About?"

Your lips quirk into a smile as you put your hand under his chin. "About you actually making that a reality, daddy."

[ingo-ingoing-ingone]

So for spooky season (my favorite season) I wanna write more Ghostmmet oneshots, or at least one or two other ones! I have several ideas lol

But I also wanna write a noncanon crossover with ABYS, where instead of being found in time in ABYS, Emmet dies and becomes a ghost and things get real crazy around the station for a while.

Would people be interested in that, or do y'all think it would be too much? I have. Several ideas, and I think it would be so fun to focus on the spooky horror aspect. Something something a violent end leads to a violent awakening, classic haunting shit, stuff like that. More info in the tags of this post :)

I'd say it would still come to the same conclusion as like. He Trusts You.

But I don't know! Tell me what you think, preferably in comments of this post instead of in separate asks :) Thank you guys preemptively for feedback!

[chiropteracupola]

historically accurate trip to clifton's cafeteria!!!

[progress shots under the readmore]

[public-trans-it-deactivated20240]

If you are trans, how do you have an alter that isn't? (I'm asking out of ignorance and genuine curiosity, not malice. I know you haven't had the best anons lately)

Thank you for the parenthetical on that one. I didn't read it that way at all, but I appreciate someone going out of their way to specify that it's just curiosity and not someone sealioning. I also just love parentheticals in general. Feel free to ask more, or DM me! I'm happy to go into more depth.

The answer is quite simple: I'm just gonna force femme him, duh. (Okay, no, not really)

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A warning upfront: This post is likely going to be written by multiple alters. Expect sudden shifts in tone, as well as shifts between first - and third-person perspectives. It's also gonna be a lot of rambling. I'm going to fucking hate it tbh. But I'm also more than happy to elaborate on specifics. The joys of having conflicting opinions on a single topic.

For context, this ask is in reply to this previous post I made about DID, how I feel names relate to it, and how i feel my experience differs from other peoples. In it, I mention that not all of my alters are trans.

It just feels... cringe. Like, I know that is probably certainly internalized ablism. But any time I discuss my own internal thought processes and the fact that there are just straight up other versions of me in there, I can't help but think I feel like one of those really awkwardly written teenagers in media who like... pretend to be possessed by demons and stuff. Part of it is also a little bit of fear.

That was... a bit of an oversimplification. It is rather difficult to go into detail, especially when the alter in question is the one who least likes talking about the experience of being plural.

While I don't talk about it with others, and will absolutely interrupt any attempts to map it out, I AM at least somewhat aware of how my system is shaped and who is in it. And that not everyone who used to be in it is still in there. There are versions of myself that are just... gone. And I know one of the things that results in that is too much internal reflection. So I just... don't.

Am I trans? I mean, Ceetee is, and I'm Ceetee, so probably. But I'm also the one who doesn't have that luxury. I'm the one who has to go to work. I'm the one who has to go by He/Him pronouns. I'm the one who answers when someone calls our deadname. And that is too important a part to risk losing to introspection, and the effect that has on us.

We are on HRT, the body we are in is going to change. We are looking forward to potentially going under the knife in the future. Lipofilly, vaginoplasty, etc. That's going to complicated things. I genuinely don't even know if I will still exist after that. I have plans on how to handle our social transition, that might make it smoother, but... again, I don't have the privilege of thinking on it too much.

Its... really difficult to write this out honestly. All of our discussion happens internally, thanks to us losing our amnesiac barrier a few years ago (thank God for that. Huge increase to our quality of life.) We would probably benefit from just making a discord server for just us, and using pluralkit or the like to talk with each other. But the idea of differentiating each other externally is HORRIFYING.

So instead, I'm the one handling our HRT. I have to, because he isn't willing to for the reasons mentioned above. And I can't even really discuss it well because he gets in the way a lot. Which I don't fault him for, it's his job, it's literally why he exists, and the several years I went with him not being involved socially were... extremely rough. I genuinely feel privileged to have him taking the brunt of all that for me. The nice thing about DID is it's actually a GREAT way to delegate tasks. If he represents the parts of us that don't have the privilege of changing, I can represent the parts of us that can.

But the truth is, all of us in here are undergoing an HRT we don't actually WANT. It gets us closer to a more comfortable body to live in, but it will never be possible to achieve a body ALL of us are happy with. We all have different gender goals, and as long as we are all stuck in the same body, there is no such thing as 'Gender affirmation'. That's why I use the label Aegogender. Looking it up, there is... not a lot of description of it. But for me, it has a very clear interaction with dissociative disorders.

I'm not genderless. Every single one of us in here has a gender. And they are not all the same. Which means our system cannot have a single gender. ANY transition will, by definition, go against the goals of others in the system. There is no way for all of us to be happy in this body, as long as we all have to share a single body. My "true" ideal body, would be an incorporeal hivemind piloting 3 or 4 bodies. Leaving us all connected to each other, but with our own individuality.

This is, obviously, NOT POSSIBLE. So HRT is the compromise.

Every single one of us is trans, even the one still going by He/Him and using our deadname. And so, just becoming something DIFFERENT is good enough for now. No solution has to be perfect forever. If we need to do something different in the future, we can just do something different in the future! We don't NEED to figure all of this out now.

I mentioned in the tags of my detransition post that I have a lot more complicated feelings about detransition. This is why. I fundamentally identify more with the concept of being a creature capable of change, than I do with any single gender.

Which means... once I transition, I'll almost certainly end up transitioning again. From what to what? I have NO IDEA. Will I end up detransitioning? Maybe. Will I end up pursuing some completely different presentation? Maybe. I dont know. I'm not that person yet.

I'm just gonna have to wait and see who manages to last that long, and what is best for all of us.

[radioghosts-freakster]

Selfship blog withdrawals

HHHHHHGGGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

[pixelated-mechanisms-chaos]

This is more so a personal update with my relationship of taking breaks than a game update, but I'll talk about downtime, too

I've been trying to work on the game whenever i can, no matter how i feel, and looking back at it, that was utterly idiotic. There's this little nagging thing in my head that just goes "work work work! The game doesn't make itself! You're already taking too long! It could've been done already!" Which i think is a mix of anxiety and unnecessary self pressure. I actually HAVE been getting better with taking breaks, tho! Like yesterday, i spent the whole day just watching the owl house and DEAR GOD was that refreshing?? Monday i spent HOURS trying to figure out how to make a fucking flashlight for a potential horror segment but i ultimately got nowhere which was SO draining. I now also have an internship to balance with the game and therapy, which has been a guilt battle on its own, but i think I've been handling that alright? Especially considering that i told myself this is just a fun project, which is something i forget on the daily. (Thanks, arlo, for being so patient with my mind n makin' me keep goin'. Also, thanks to kofi, honestly, i don't think they know how much the 2 little things meant to me :"] )

For anyone still reading this, i sadly don't have a biiiiig game sneak peak as a treat but i found out the lightning plugin i use (shora) can do this thing and if you wanna see sneak peaks and shit posts of the game that don't get posted on Tumblr, maybe check my Discord?

[cornsarts]

I feel like I make this kind of post fairly frequently but I would once again like to thank everyone for being here, from the very bottom of my heart. It means so much to me that people stick around, interact, say kind things in tags and comments. Being an artist on the web has its trials and tribulations but I've always felt like one of the lucky ones. My art comes from a place of self indulgence. I have a lot of love for it and put a lot of love into it and the fact that people are also able to derive a similar feeling from it means the world. I cannot stress it enough. So thank you, thank you, thank you.

[jojo-schmo]

There is a faraway forgotten land in another dimension. In that land, there is an abandoned city. And in that city, there is a lone radio. When that radio is not playing the newest hit by superstar artist Neichel, it’s playing the tastiest, funkiest jams the people of that world had to offer.

(AKA the chaotic Spotify playlist with several of my favorite classic jams that I like to listen to when working on stuff like the Roleswap comic >:D)

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

Chapter 17

continuation of byakuya's no good very bad worst shit ass day of his life (so far)(!!!)

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

this chapter went a little different from how i originally planned bc I was going to make byakuya much more stupid. but. he needs to fly off the handle several times later so. we can't let loose all at once

to be very fair to makoto he did not want to do that. and yet. here we are

the king of kings!! @digitaldollsworld

Content warning tags: ableist language from various characters, Byakuya's panic spiral, mild self-harm reference

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Time seems to grind to a halt. His breath is still caught in his throat, halfway through a relieved sigh as he had been waiting - expecting - for Makoto to help him. To pull up some vague, hidden piece of evidence to clear him of any suspicion, to cleverly point out some irrefutable proof that had previously lay unseen.

But instead - his heartbeats feel too heavy. His breathing feels too light, deprived of any real oxygen. His head pounds in the same way it did when he was struck earlier, with a dull, pulsing ring that washes out everything around him.

He prided himself, once, on being able to read a person’s intent. To judge just when and why they might choose to abandon him, to cross him, to try and use him for their own intents. For that reason, he supposes, is why this sickly, sticky feeling of dread is so new to him. He’s never known real betrayal before.

His eyes dart around the room, but the others don’t seem to believe Makoto just yet. Even Owada seems taken aback, stock still and quiet. Only Kirigiri seems unsurprised - or maybe, he was only imagining it, the tranquil quality of her silence. As if she were merely observing it all, far out of their reach.

“Seriously??” Syo’s voice is a grating jeer. “You’re telling me this whole time he had no idea what I looked like? No wonder he didn’t fall for me at first sight!”

“I…don’t think that’s the reason why,” Hagakure says, though he seems utterly bewildered. “But, that can’t be right, right? I’ve seen him reading loads of times. And he practically lives in the library, y’know?”

“Yeah, and he can do things just fine for himself.” Asahina says in agreement. “I mean, he does his own laundry and stuff, and he knows this place way better than me at least. I didn’t even know where the A/V room was during the first motive, I just sorta followed him.”

“Yes, this is sort of…” For the first time, Celeste sounds genuinely surprised, her usually unphased demeanor wavering, her accent slipping for a moment. “Ahem. While I did note that he sometimes seemed a bit…eccentric, so to speak, nothing of his actions suggested that he was impaired.”

Their skepticism is a small relief. He nods jerkily, unable to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth to verbalize his agreement. But it’s a small, pathetic movement that goes unnoticed, hardly amounting to anything in this large courtroom.

And their disbelief only goes so far. Ogami speaks up now, for the first time since the trial began, her low voice immediately silencing the whispers.

“I performed a concussion test on him earlier,” She says, gruffly. “As Kyoko had asked me to. He was lucid when answering my questions, and he didn’t seem to exhibit any symptoms that couldn’t be attributed to other reasons.” There’s a slight creak of wood, as she shifts her weight on the stand. “However, I did notice that his pupils were…strange.”

“My- what?” He sputters now, too suddenly, too loudly. He reaches up to touch slightly-trembling fingers to a closed eye, feeling the smooth bump of the cornea twitching beneath the thin skin of his eyelid as if he might be able to identify the damage that way. Why hadn’t she mentioned this earlier? Why bring it up now? “What do you mean, ‘strange’?!”

There’s a slight, panicked edge to his voice that he hopes no one catches, but this was the first time he heard that there could be physical evidence to his affliction. “It was a bit hard to test without the proper tools, but I noticed that they do not react much to changes in light.” Ogami explains. “The shape is also slightly…off. If I had to describe it, I would say that there is…a warping around the edges.”

“And you didn’t think to mention it?!”

“I assumed it was either due to the head injury, or, it was genetic.” There’s an apologetic note to her words. “Given your usual behavior, I…didn’t think it was important.”

Not important. As if she could know what was important here.

“I. Am not. Blind.” He snarls stiffly. “Obviously, I have never taken a close enough look at my own pupils to notice that deformation, but it has never affected my daily life. I am not disabled, nor have I ever been.”

“I find it hard to believe that you have never been aware of it.” Kyoko remarks, tone clipped. “I can’t imagine someone of your status being ignorant of anything concerning your physical health.”

“Then you can rest easy knowing that I am perfectly healthy.” He snaps back, venom flying off his words.

Distantly, he knows that he is digging a pit for himself. That admitting to this would help clear him of any suspicion at all. But he doesn’t care; he would rather die than suffer such indignity. That was what he’s always known, taught by his butler, and then reinforced by all his surroundings afterwards, his siblings, his father - better to perish and let your enemies cry with relief and count themselves lucky, than let them mock you as you dig your own grave.

“You should just admit it already. You are drawing this out to be unnecessarily long, or would you rather doom us all?”

“I don’t see why I should cooperate with someone who has been making mindless accusations at me all this while.”

There’s a tense, snappish tension between him and Kirigiri. A livewire current. A piece of elastic stretched taut. He glares, and to him, her blurred form looks like that of a reared snake.

“Um…” Asahina speaks up, her hand tentatively raised. “If Byakuya’s really blind, can’t we just test it?”

“Excuse me?”

“I-I mean! Not saying that you are blind, or anything,” She says this quickly, carefully, like soothing a spooked horse. “But, we’re not going to get anywhere if you two just keep arguing back and forth, and it’ll be really quick! Like, Sakura, can you hold up a few fingers?” She complies silently, one arm remaining crossed across her chest, the other raised to her side. “How many is she holding up?”

He tries not to squint, but he has no idea. Two? Three? It's nothing more that a blurred, brown shape. “You can’t be serious.” He almost laughs, but the sound he makes is derisive and bitter.

“Y-yes, this is-! Unfair!” Now it’s Yamada, speaking up again. “In case no one else has noticed, Mister Togami is lacking his spectacles! Asking such a thing of him…it’s akin to bullying!”

He’s oddly assertive about this, and Byakuya watches as he pushes his own glasses a little higher. For some reason, being considered something of an equal by Yamada irritates him further. “Shut up.” Who asked for his help.

“Yes, be still please,” Celeste sighs dismissively. “We are playing a game with our lives. This is hardly the time to be discussing moralistic issues.” There’s a slight metallic tap as she raps her silver finger guards against her rings. “But you do make a point. Byakuya does not have his glasses at the moment. It would be difficult to try and confirm anything without them.”

Thank goodness for those with common sense. He doesn’t look to his side, where she was standing, but he swears that he can see her eyes glancing at him, the unnatural red of her pupils bright on her pale face. “Yes,” he agrees, seizing upon it. “And they were broken earlier, thanks to Owada. Nearsightedness runs on my mother’s side, and the former Togami head was farsighted. I will admit that much, is that what you wanted? Kyoko?”

He’s rambling. He’s aware of it. But there are a few nods exchanged, and Asahina scratches at the back of her head awkwardly, as if embarrassed. Kirigiri, however, is still unmoved.

“No. When I say you are blind, I do not mean without your glasses. Or there wouldn’t have been a point in bringing it up in the first place.” Kirigiri shifts her weight slightly, the sway of her stance accompanied by the creak of wood. “Even without your glasses, you cannot do tasks such as reading. I imagine you’ve managed everything else by means of careful practice, but this is the one thing you can’t manage on your own.”

“Hey, Kyoko-” Makoto looks nervous, unsure whether to face him or her. “That-”

“And how do you plan to prove this?” Byakuya snarls. He feels a small flare of triumph, even despite everything, the looming threat of death. “As we found before, I don’t have my glasses. Did you happen to pick those up as well? Did you repair them for me while you were at it?”

Instead of offering a retort, or any sort of reply, she sighs. A soft, tired sound.

“Makoto.” She isn’t facing the other boy, but her tone is firm as she addresses him, and a little exasperated. She doesn’t say anything more, but Makoto seems to understand, and his hands drop to his sides.

“There is a way to prove it.” His voice is quiet. Quiet, and…sad, somehow. Defeated. “Byakuya…please show us your handbook.”

The realization sets in slowly. He’s already been betrayed by Makoto twice now, but still, he finds himself stunned, slack-jawed. This one was the worst by far - not only was he actively helping Kirigiri, he was betraying Chihiro as well, risking revealing everything to that accursed bear. And after all the lengths Byakuya had gone through to protect this secret.

“What are you saying,” He says, and his voice has a humiliating tremor that matches how his hands shake, clutching at the rail. Surely, he’s heard wrong. Surely, Makoto would correct himself, take it back-

“Your handbook. Chihiro, he…he put a program on it that lets you be able to do stuff like tell the time. It also reads stuff aloud. And he did it after the motives got revealed, that night when Celeste saw you guys leaving the bathhouse.” He sounds so somber, so sad and grieving. He won’t meet Byakuya’s eyes. “He did it in exchange for you teaching him how to be strong, and self-confident - which you did, by telling him to go around talking to everyone else today.”

Without really thinking about it, his hand goes to his inner jacket pocket, where his handbook sits. His fingers close around the little device, the hard edges of plastic and metal pressing into the creases of his palm. He feels a little like he’s been shot.

But he doesn’t bring it out. He glares instead, furiously, hatefully, at the boy standing just meters away. He - and Kirigiri too, most likely, Byakuya suspected that Makoto had already revealed everything that that woman - knew perfectly well the importance of Alter Ego, and why it could not, under any circumstances, be revealed. And they knew Byakuya was aware of this too, and they were holding this fact hostage, over his head.

(I could, some sore, beaten part of him thinks with poisonous intent, try and claim responsibility for Chihiro’s murder. I could say that they’re wrong. That I lured Chihiro to the bathhouse with the intent of making him less wary, easier to isolate. That he was so weak and trusting and stupid that killing him was a simple manner. That I mimicked Syo’s modus operandi to throw suspicion off of me.)

The mere thought was shameful, but it was his pride, wounded and bitter, that was seriously considering it, if only for some semblance of control. The barest reassurance that he had any real weight at all in this trial. And all he would need to do is open his mouth and say the words.

But instead, he bites down on his inner cheek, hard enough for blood to trickle out the corner of his mouth, hard enough for the pain to rival the buzzing in his temples. And tightens his grip momentarily, just enough to feel the faint, humming warmth of the handbook against his sweating palm, and exhales slowly.

“...Fine. Fine.” He spits, angry, defeated, exhausted. He’s sick of this. He just wants it to be over. “Yes. I’m blind. I have been so since we first woke up in this school. Are you happy now?”

Makoto looks down, his face shadowed by his hair. Kirigiri tilts her head slightly, a motion that’s not quite a nod but more of a bow.

“Wait, so then-” Asahina’s voice, confused and a little hesitant, pipes up. “If you’ve been…y’know, this whole time, but only after we got to this school…does that mean the Mastermind did this to you, somehow?”

“That’s what I would like to know, myself.” He turns to look at Monokuma, and finds the bear lounging across its throne, a bucket of popcorn resting precariously on the armrest. The repugnant toy giggles, and swings itself upright, spilling a handful of white puffs all over.

“Gosh, I wonder?” The thing taps at its chin, voice taking on a wondering tone. “Of course, I want this game to be fair and give you all a level playing field. I believe in equality after all! …Though this has made for so many entertaining developments, so…I figured I’d leave it as is. Besides, you’ve adapted quite well, haven’t you Mister Togami?” It cackles, paws clutching at its belly. “GIven how well you did hiding it from everyone, I think it’s fine if we leave it like this, don’t you think?”

He wants to cross the courtroom and throttle the stupid thing this instant. All he can do is glare murderously, lips twisted into a snarl.

There’s a sharp clap that has most people jumping. The source of the sound is Kirigiri, whose hands are raised, and pressed together. “Let’s move on.” Her voice is firm, with no room for arguing. “All we’ve done so far is clear one person’s innocence. We still need to identify the real killer.”

And that was it. The most disgusting moment of his life, over just like that, ended by her words. He knows that there’s bound to be some kind of punishment in store for those who interrupt trials, but he briefly wonders if he can get his hands around her neck before Monokuma can react.

Owada jerks at Kirigiri’s words, startled out of his own stunned silence. “W-wait,” He sounds panicked now, and of course he would be. His scapegoat is gone. “Then, if it’s not Byakuya, then who…?”

“Let’s consider what we know. Given how it’s not clear where the murder took place, it would have to be someone who had access to cleaning supplies or water, and has no alibi that can be verified when the murder occurred. For the most part, everyone here has an alibi that can be supported by at least one other person, but there are some that do not.” Kirigiri lists these calmly, and Byakuya imagines her cold gaze, flitting between each person in the room. “Mondo. Do you care to explain what you were doing prior to the body’s discovery?”

The effect is immediate. The other boy rears up, instantly furious. “The fuck are you trying to say? That I’m a murderer?!” He thunders. “Like I said earlier, I was taking care of my bro. You know that. Everyone knows that!”

“As you said earlier, Taka is currently compromised. He can’t give a testimony.” She shoots back without hesitation. “Your alibi is flawed.”

“Yeah? Well - well so’s yours!” He sputters. “Like- Syo might’ve been the one to find you in the bathroom, but that was just before Chihiro was found. Toko can’t say that you weren’t there the whole time, a-and even if you were, maybe the bathroom was where Chihiro died anyways!”

Owada may be stupid, but credit where credit was due, he was surprisingly quick to retort and pick at Kirigiri’s excuse. “I could not have cleaned up a murder scene in the bathroom so spotlessly in the time between Chihiro’s last sighting and the body discovery. As Makoto described earlier, the sinks of the bathroom were all dry-”

“There was that sheet, you could’ve used that before smashing Chihiro’s head over it. And there’s water in the toilets, right? And the girl’s bathroom was right next door!”

“...I’ll commend you for recognizing my perseverance. But I did not kill Chihiro.” She shakes her head. “If the only thing that will clear me is secondhand support to my alibi, then the only thing that needs to be done is to ask a witness. Toko?”

And she addresses Syo now, who just cocks her head for a moment, and shrugs. “I keep sayin’ to you guys, it’s lights out up there. There’s no telling when she’ll be back!”

Byakuya has had enough.

“Toko,” He says first, his voice low and hissing. Then, louder, building into a shout: “TOKO. Come out, NOW!”

“I don’t think it works like tha-” Syo’s words are cut off suddenly, and she collapses where she stands, like a puppet with her strings cut.

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[caregivingchrysalises]

oh sundrop, are we feeling itty bitty love, yeah? i’m here angel, i’ll take care of you baby. would you like buba to wrap zer wings around you, would that make my little noble happy? of course angel, can you cuddle close to me sweetheart? good job love you’re doing so good precious. there we go dove all cuddled up lovebug, nothings going to hurt you angel. i’ve got you, you’re safe with me, you’re safe in buba’s wings love, my wings will always protect you baby. i’ve got you darling.

{starting to feel like im repeating myself so if anyone has any suggestions your charming prinx is eager to read them}

[plaidpyjamas]

why is everyone so obsessed with getting pregnant 🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮 pls ignore me i just gotta rant a sec

[edns]

FE OC Week day 1 - Introduction

I would make a huge post about my guy Cyrus on tumblr dot com, but then I remembered that I have a personal website that I've been meaning to put Cyrus info on anyway. So!

You can read about Cyrus over here. I'm not sure if this post will show up in the tags, so. @fe-oc-week

If anything on the page doesn't function or you spot a typo, please let me know, as I'm doing this in not the best state health-wise. Sorry. The page might be updated with more stuff eventually! I had to slap this together quickly today because I procrastinated heehee :3c

Happy FE OC week everyone!

Edit: should probably clarify that this site is currently not mobile friendly unfortunately. Sorry about that!! I might work on it eventually! For now, view from a computer for the best experience ^_^