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keiicom · 9 months

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Yjh things the Webtoon 'forgot' to mention or to point out bc they hate novel yjh

Warning for vague webtoon spoilers ig?? No spoilery names are named and no unreleased scenarios are mentioned/specified btw but I thought I'd add this warning just in case :)

He waited three days on the bridge for kdj to resurface after he dropped him in the Ichytosaurs mouth. Just. Waited there.

He smiles when Kdj tries his food and says it's good (it's more like a tiny smug smile tbh)

He is a WORRIER. Man worries about everything, but sucks at expressing it through actions bc that's when he's most easily misunderstood. It is EXTREMELY easy to misunderstand his actions unless the other characters ask him what he's doing and why [after he explains, he turns out to be actually really thoughtful tbh]

When he tells 41st round shin yoosung to "quit her blabbering"...he wasn't that harsh in the novel. The line was changed (still don't know why) but originally he said something about not having enough time, and wasn't a complete asshole.

Also during that same arc/scene it was revealed that he woke her up because he genuinely didn't think she'd attack him/be mad at him iirc, so it wasn't him being stupid, just somewhat naive

When Iris called KDJ ugly he actually stepped forward and intimidated her by glaring so she'd stop talking :) because he sensed fighting spirit in her and he decided to react lmao

His eyebrow moves similarly to a caterpillar when he's about to make an important decision (note: kdj points this out in the novel because he's always staring at yjh I swear to god there's proof)

Yjh puts on a 'cool' face when he's been caught or called out after trying to be sneaky (he's SO BAD at being sneaky istg I love this man so much)

He sometimes uses his skills for stupid and petty shit *said lovingly with heart eyes*

He's more likely to give someone/an NPC a quick death than to make them suffer until they die

He always goes along with KDJ's plans, even though Kdj barely tells him ANYTHING about them ever 😭 He glares but still goes along with them I NEED Y'ALL TO UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS- /lh

He drags his sword on the ground when he's happy/satisfied with something, or generally in a good mood. Also Loves to clean his sword (I think the webtoon added a scene of him cleaning the sword like. once)

He loves his sister more than anything (we haven't seen a lot of scenes with yoo mia AND yjh in the webtoon yet but I have high expectations for those knowing how much he adores her in the novel)

Mans RUNS to help every time kdj is in danger, unless he genuinely thinks kdj 1) can handle the situation himself or 2) deserves the punishment

He has MONOLOGUES in his head even though he only ever says like two sentences thakrhsjfjb, and is very eloquent when given the chance to explain his thought process/reasoning

[which kdj rarely lets him do. bc he's hellbent on doing the talking and most other characters don't expect yjh to talk anyway]

The hand holding scene that was turned into a weird wrist holding scene? Yes originally they held hands (he wasn't as angry then either)

He's a serial texter and will spam message people

He loves dumplings

He gets jealous when other people monopolize Dokja's attention for too long (also canon, ex: Sangah, [redacted 1], sometimes han sooyoung, [redacted 2], [redacted 3] 💀 and WILL glare at Kdj or demand answers depending on how severe the transgression is)

He's tired. So, so tired.

HE CAN LAUGH

he doesn't let Han Sooyoung live out of pride/not wanting to lose to kdj (???? what even was that). he lets her live because he doesn't want kdj to think poorly of him / alternatively he doesn't want to lose him as an ally. Not everything is about pride with him 🫠

he looks embarrassed after hearing yoo mia tell him he looks "happy when you talk about [kdj]". the narration also gives her statement some credibility, because "she knows him well since she's his sister". but of course they made him look angry instead of embarrassed 🙄 bc god forbid he shows any other facial expression ever

He's nosy (again: said lovingly with heart eyes). You'll notice how even when he pretends not to care, he'll still stick around to see how things develop/gather info on 'important' stuff. If he's not interested, he'll just leave, bc he's the kind of guy to just do that. So if he doesn't leave, even if he's pretending not to care... you see where I'm going with this

He has a sense of humor, believe it or not (though most of the time he's hilarious without meaning to)

When [redacted] asked yoo joonghyuk what his deal was with kdj and why he wanted him in his group he said "kdj is necessary for this world. I need him." but webtoon decided to skip that line 🫠

Yjh says "I guess your mother doesn't like me" instead of this "like mother like son" bullshit, because the second one implies dokja doesn't like him. which couldn't be farther from the truth

I'd add more but the rest is spoilers fhajhrjeka so yeah I'll just wait to see what webtoon does first and I'll update this as they go

#writing about orv is hard because after reading so many fanfics I no longer can tell what's canon and whats not 😭#i think I finally got all the canon differences with the webtoon though #but y'all feel free to correct me if something's wrong #orv #omniscient reader #omniscient reader's viewpoint #when did this turn into an “all the things I love about yjh” post 💀#I was NOT gonna wait until the dark castle arc to talk about how yjh actually has feelings alright 😭 I'm sorry I'm not that strong

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respectthepetty · 6 months

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I started to watch Kiseki last week thanks to my dash. My original plan was to bingewatch it after it`s finished if it has a happy ending which might have been wiser. However I am obsessed with Ai Di and Chen Yi. I think it`s interesting that Chen Yi tells Ai Di that they have to be quiet during their first night because Ai Di would get angry if he heard. I am not sure how he wouldn`t recognise Ai Di even if he is drunk because they have always been together but that`s not the point. He clearly cares about Ai Di and doesn`t want to upset him. But how does he know that Ai Di would hear them? Has he heard Ai Di with another man and has he been mad? Even though he calls Ai Di brother at that point he seems awfully upset when Ai Di is with other men and drags him away from them.

Anon, you didn't know this when you sent it, but I am the wrong person to ask.

I'm stressed.

I'm spiraling.

I'm laying in a field of lavender trying to snort the stems in an attempt to chill the fuck out.

All because Kiseki: Dear to Me's finale is so close that I feel it, yet I'm terrified the scene we are all clinging to from the extended trailer is a fake-out, and we are about to be MODC-ed all over again.

If this doesn't make sense to you, GOOD! Stay innocent, anon. Three episodes ago, I was worried about the same thing as you, but here I am on the eve of the eve of the finale, and I can't bring myself to fathom the show will kill someone, even though IT ALREADY KILLED SOMEONE!

But if you do know what I'm writing about, Anon, HOW ARE YOU SO CALM RIGHT NOW?! At least calm enough to send me this ask on the eve of the eve of the finale?! How is Laws of Attraction the only show to know the value of a bulletproof vest unlike all these mafia BLs WHERE IT SHOULD BE A GIVEN?!

And you're just as cool as a caterpillar on a leaf. I'm the caterpillar in the cocoon dissolving into liquid mush freaking the fuck out about death and bulletproof vests, while you are munching on the good bits of this story. Teach. Me. Your. Ways. I'm over here praying to all the santos about a FICTIONAL CHARACTER! My ancestors are judging me right now. So is God.

So due to divine shade, I'll try to answer your question - Chen Yi admitted he was always jealous of Eddie being with other people which is why he was dragging Eddie's ass out of places, (so I can't imagine him being on your level of chill if he heard Eddie having sex with someone else), but Chen Yi didn't realize that it was jealously and possessiveness until Eddie was . . .

Until Eddie WASN'T THERE!

See, I'm already detouring again! Because what will Eddie do if Chen Yi ISN'T THERE?!

I don't care if this chick is Zhang Teng's sister avenging his death or just has a crush on Baker Boy. She is the sole female character, and as a feminist who supports female wrongs, if she is the shooter, Mortal Kombat "FINISH HER ASS"

I support the gays, the goths, and the girls, but in the words of a woman who got it, Jane Austen,

Had not my feelings decided against you, sus high school girlie— had they been indifferent, or had they even been favorable, do you think that any consideration would tempt me to accept the woman who has been the means of ruining, perhaps forever, the happiness of a most beloved menace?

She better have really gone to the dumpster to throw that glass she just conveniently broke and helps step in to save Chen Yi when she witnesses the shooting because if not . . .

"FUCK"

#kiseki: dear to me #I can't be rational about this show #I'm losing it #someone come pat my head and tell me I'm too pretty for this stress #I need them to be happy #I don't want an apology tour from Taiwan!#Chen Yi better believe in bulletproof vests #don't do this to me again Taiwan #don't you dare!#don't make me beg #because I will #knees to cruel gravel #forehead on your shoe #don't do this to me!

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ghoultrifle · 7 months

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Hello! Can I request 108 from the smut prompt thing? Any pairing!

108: “come to my room there’s this thing i wanna try”

Dew/Phantom virginity kink with a bit of praise thrown in for good measure (2.2k words)

Hello anon, thank you for the request! I transmasced your Dew for you (clit, cunt, tiny dick, cock used), hope that’s ok! Also an homage to the sexual awakening that was the sex workers in GTA V. (and while I refer to Phantom as young, he is of course a ghoul of age)

“Hey sweetie, want a ride?” Phantom overheard from the TV’s speakers. Dew was playing a video game about stealing cars, he thinks. “Fuck yeah I do!” The fire ghoul responded in anticipation as he pressed the controller and an uncanny woman with a robotic walk climbed into the car on screen. There was some shuffling as the woman climbed atop the character Dew was controlling and they started to moan. The camera cut to a view of the car rocking while the screen continued to emit the most egregious sounds. Phantom was otherwise occupied trying his best to read The Very Hungry Caterpillar, “He ate how many oranges on Friday?!” But he never found out what else the creature ate as he began to focus on the lewd sounds now blaring in the room. The quintessence ghoul shifted in his seat. Looking down he could see, and feel, his trousers beginning to tent. Phantom was very new to his topside vessel and wasn’t exactly in tune with all the appendages. Unlike the others, he was the only male spawned in his summoning so there was no one else to experiment and learn with.

Sure his dick had kicked up in the morning, and sometimes it was wet but it never happened during the day and it never felt like this. The idea of sexual organs being one and the same with organs excreting waste was not one that existed in the pit; sex didn’t involve specific parts and it sure as hell didn’t involve the piss organ. Phantom couldn’t decide if what he was feeling was pain or pleasure, surely his brain got fried during his summoning because his body must be telling him something’s wrong yet he wants the feeling to continue.

The nervous ghoul’s voice betrayed him as he half-moaned half-hissed when his hand brushed over the sensitive, clothed cock. The sex scene long gone, Dew looked over from the tank he was driving into traffic to see a whimpering, dishevelled Phantom looking horrified at his very noticeable erection. The older ghoul knew the other had been struggling to adjust topside but thought someone must’ve shown him the ropes of his new vessel by now, clearly he was mistaken and what a beautiful mistake it was.

Dew was the one shifting in his seat now, feeling a damp spot starting to form; he so desperately wanted to show Phantom the time of his life, show him just how much fun human bodies are, work him all the way up and watch him blissfully come down. “Hey Ant, you OK?” he asked with just a tinge of an ulterior motive. The quintessence ghoul whimpered in reply, covering his eyes in embarrassment and pointing at the bulge, he sulks, “‘m I dying, Dewy? It feels so weird.” Dew shudders at the nickname, no longer able to debate the ethics of what he’s about to do.

“Come to my room, there’s this thing I wanna try.” Dew offered, grinning at the new summon. Phantom was confused, Dew closely guarded his room as a temple for lovers and nothing else. In Phantom’s first days topside, he had accidentally entered the fire ghoul’s room (Swiss was not the best at teaching him how to read) and was met with a ferocious roar to get out! So why Dew would invite him to his room was a mystery, perhaps Aether left a healing remedy there?

Phantom nervously followed Dew to his room, wincing with each step providing the friction he felt so guilty about enjoying. The fire ghoul’s room was a sight to behold, dark walls illuminated by candles the ghoul no doubt lit with his magick, and a large bed that carried a sense of grandiose with its ebony headboard; red sheets contrasting with the dark wood. Dew asked the quivering ghoul to lock the door behind him, now Phantom was really worried, scrunching his eyes in concern: Was he possessed? Was Dew about to perform an exorcism? What was so bad that he had to be locked in a room?

Upon opening his eyes he was met with a stark naked fire ghoul stepping into a harness of some sort. I hope we’re not about to go rock climbing, Phantom thought to himself, still scared of heights after his summoning went awry. His eyes went wide when he saw Dew attach what looked like a dick to the harness, it looked so realistic; perhaps they were meant to be detachable and that’s why Phantom’s is feeling so odd. The young ghoul’s cock was still kicking in his trousers, forming a barely noticeable wet spot at the front. Whatever Dew was about to show him, he hoped and prayed to Satan below that it would fix his problem.

“What are you waiting for, baby bat? Clothes off and come over, need to show you a good time.” Phantom only tilted his head in response, prompting Dew to explain. “Has this really never happened before, bug?” He shakes his head, tears forming as the worry builds, “You’ve never hooked up with anyone topside, or even tugged yourself off?” Phantom gives another look of bewilderment and Dew can only respond with a look of hunger tinged with sympathy, tonight is going to be mind-blowing for the young ghoul.

Dew walks over and waves vaguely at Phantom’s boner then back at his strap, bobbing from the movement, “This is what happens when human vessels are horny and they want to make love. It’s completely normal and I’m going to take care of it for you, if you don’t mind?” he asks lovingly, gently cupping Phantom through his trousers as his own strap knocks into the taller ghoul’s thighs. Phantom nods as he moans into the touch, a sense of relief at the friction and Dew finally telling him everything’s alright. He also feels a hint of apprehension; what if he’s not good enough, what if he doesn’t know what to do, what if this is some big joke by Dew to rile him up and leave him high and dry?

The fire ghoul can sense his worry and reaches up to kiss Phantom, neck craning up as he tenderly strokes him through his trousers, determined to make his first orgasm his best. Phantom nearly doubles over at the stimulation, Dew catching him and guiding him towards the bed, “Undress and lay down for me, honey, on your back. Want to see your beautiful face.” The fire ghoul whispers as he positions himself at the bottom of the bed, popping open a bottle of lube and warming it with his ever-fiery palms, the last thing he needs is to scare the newbie away.

As Dew slicked up a finger and slowly teased Phantom’s exposed ring, the younger ghoul mewled, impatient and once again confused that his other waste organ was being used for sex. Confusion quickly melted into pure desire as Dew let a finger slip in, curling it and exploring the walls of the writhing ghoul. It wasn’t long before Phantom was a whimpering mess as Dew had two, then three fingers inside him, scissoring and occasionally brushing just past his prostate. The quintessence ghoul keened under the touch whining for more as he pushed back into the fire ghouls hot fingers. Dew could feel his own slick running down his legs as he took in the sight before him, writhing like a wild beast to be tamed, for Dew to own. He not-so-gracefully ground his dick against the mattress, anything to get some friction on his rock-hard clit.

“Such a good boy for me, Ant, taking my fingers so well, aren’t you hmm?” Dew whispered into his ears. Phantom cried out as Dew realised he’d found exactly what makes the new bug tick and boy was he happy to indulge. He pulled out, the young ghoul whining at the cold air now hitting his hole. “Gonna put my cock in you now darling, be a good girl for me and take it, yeah?” Phantom nodded like a puppy as Dew lined his sizeable cock up with the winking hole and pushed in inch-by-inch. When he bottomed out he reached forward to pull Phantom into a tantalisingly hot kiss, moving down to mark the young ghoul as his.

Dew begins to thrust into Phantom at a steady pace, his own cunt dripping now as the toy rocked against his tiny dick. The quintessence ghoul looked down at Dew, moaning as the cock hit his prostate over and over again, sweat running down the fire ghoul’s face, silky blond hair sticking to it, looking thoroughly fucked out. Phantom is unsure what to do with his hands, previously lying by his side, he’s too pent up to keep still now.

Dew thinks Phantom is just being a good boy for him, waiting for permission to touch himself, until he remembers, he’s never touched himself, he doesn’t know how to do it. The thought has him thrusting even faster as Phantom cants his hips up so Dew hits the spot that makes him feel so fuzzy inside.

The fire ghoul grins as he sputters out between moans, “Ah fuck, Phant you know you can touch ahh your dick, right?” Phantom begins to poke himself exploratively almost as one would knead focaccia, and yeah it feels alright but, “What’s all the fuss about, Dewy? Doesn’t feel as good as you do.”

“Oh baby bat you really are clueless, aren’t you?” Dew grunts staving off his orgasm in the pursuit of Phantom’s own, “Here, like this. Put your hand over mine OK?” Dew asks so sweetly one could forget he was balls deep in the younger ghoul, as he clasps a fist around Phantom’s weeping cock, applying just the right amount of pressure to make him whine a litany of ghoulish expletives. Phantom’s eyes glaze over as Dew guides his hand over his own, fist moving up and down in time with the fire ghoul’s thrusts.

Now Phantom gets it, this is what the piss organ was really made for, the piss bit was just an accessory (it was, in fact, not just an accessory, as he later found out in a very wet session with Rain). He could feel something building, the pleasure increasing and he kinda did need to pee, why are humans so weird? he thought. Looking down he could see his cock continually leaking a slick, whitish fluid as both of their hands worked him up and down, “Fuck Dew, stop, needa aahhh, needa pee.” Phantom hurriedly said, worried for his bladder. “It’s alright baby, you’re not gonna piss yourself, just keep going and I promise what’s coming is so much better.” Dew hinted lovingly as he continued to jackhammer into Phantom, close himself.

It doesn’t take much, Dew’s surprised the new ghoul has lasted this long with the pressure of two hands stroking his cock and a dick in his pretty little ass. “You’re nearly there my brave boy, you can take it from here, just keep going.” The fire ghoul encourages as he cautiously removes his own hand from Phantom’s dick, instead placing the quintessence ghoul’s nipple between his finger and thumb deftly rolling it beneath them.

Phantom feels it, he’s going to piss himself. He decides to trust Dew, why would he lie to him after being so tender all evening? So as the older ghoul pinches his nipple, he continues to stroke himself, gasping at the feeling of his own cock beneath his calloused fingers. Almost in an instant it hits him, divine pleasure. Phantom scrunches his eyes shut as he writhes and shouts, cum spurting from his spent cock onto his stomach as he works himself through it, Dew still thrusting albeit at a slowed pace. The fire ghoul eventually slows to a stop, as does Phantom’s hand, overstimulation quickly setting in as the younger ghoul whines.

“You did such a good job for your first time, such an amazing fuck,” Dew giggled as he pulled out, “stay there, I’ll be right back” he promised as he walked over to the bathroom undoing the harness as he walked, quickly reappearing with a wet rag in his hand.

“Mmm that was so good, thanks Dewy.” Phantom called out. “See, bug, you didn’t piss yourself, huh?” Dew chuckles as he brings a washcloth to Phantom’s midriff, “Although if you’re into that I’m sure Rain would indulge.” He smirks. The new ghoul’s interest is piqued, but that’s a thought for another time.

Once Dew had delicately cleaned every inch of his and Phantom’s body, he joined the quintessence ghoul in bed, curling himself around Phantom's back. Suddenly a realisation hit the inexperienced ghoul, “Dewy, you didn’t spurt out the white stuff, did you not get the good feeling like I did?” He asked worriedly, how could he have been so selfish? “Oh bug, my anatomy isn't quite the same as yours, but no I didn’t have an orgasm. That doesn’t matter though, I got to see you have your very first and that means so much more to me than you could ever imagine.” Phantom can feel the older ghoul smiling into his shoulder, “You can always pay me back another day, hmm? Let’s call it a date!” He continues, genuinely enamoured by the younger ghoul’s self awareness, “But I’m sleepy now and I’m sure you must be too.” Phantom can only manage a hum of approval and a nod before he’s dozing off with Dew’s arms wrapped around him, his personal hot water bottle.

Just felt like putting winking hole in there to piss people off :) /lh

Speaking of piss, phantom is definitely into it and will find that out another time but for the minute let’s just revel in the bliss of him getting the piss/pleasure wires crossed during his first time and how that shapes his entire sexual identity for the rest of his life.

Also the tenses are almost certainly all over the place but just roll with it ok?

(requests are open if you want more or if you have any other ideas!)

#whoever coined baby bat i love you so much #phantom is clueless #dew has a thing for the inexperienced #it's a match made in hell #phantom never got to finish reading the very hungry caterpillar :(#piss boy phantom #trifle writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #dew/phantom #spicy tag #thank you anon #virginity kink #trans ghouls #trans dew #trifle answers

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aroacewxs · 7 months

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in commemoration of curtain call coming to global soon (my tiering hell begins in roughly 2 weeks), can we take a moment to think about the flower imagery in this event + miscellaneous info about rui that relates to this flower imagery. i may be reaching. Keep That In Mind. these are all just my personal interpretations :D also im not very articulate!!!!! and a good chunk of this is rambling!!!!! Thank You For Your Patience.

we all know that rui is on the greening committee! he absolutely adores nature, every single leaf that sprouts from whatever he plants and nurtures. he has read and literally memorized encyclopedias about poisonous plants as a kid and can now classify them at one glance.

additionally. do we also remember in his initial 1* card story where rui throws a caterpillar at tsukasa because he was about to step on one of the flowers (ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED, I TELL YOU. BUT ODDLY HEARTWARMING).

and then he just:

okay, jay. well, that has nothing to do with wxs and how much they mean to this loser.

what if i reminded you about the. The wxs coloured flowers.

andddd oh oh oh the actual lyrics to donketsu aka the song that changed my fucking life

Don't let the petals wither or let them fall

The flowers of the bouquet I held close to my heart

flowers in this case refer to the fruit that has sprouted for rui from having met wxs: being able to slowly open up to others (a whole other aspect of his character that requires an entire essay atp), bringing the shows he thought he would never be able to perform with others to life, and overall just. everything that he's been able to accomplish because he met wxs and has them supporting him by his side.

during curtain call, he was conflicted between two choices: rejecting an offer from one of the most famous theatre troupes in the country to continue performing with wxs, or leaving wxs and abandoning his position as their director in order to chase new heights and achieve his goal. his goal being to create shows that touch and connect people no matter who they are and where they're from. which will be made possible by joining the network of connections and unthinkable amount of budget and materials arkland has.

rui knew that the rational choice was joining arkland. but a part of him, buried deep inside his heart, still wants to perform with wxs. they have brought so much meaning into his life. he would do anything to keep a smile on their faces and goes to unimaginable lengths to protect them. without a director, wxs would fall apart. it's something that has been repeated ever since their main story: wxs is possible because the 4 of them are there together.

so if you look at it that way, the flowers in the bouquet can also be the members of wxs, too. if rui left, everything that they have achieved together "would be reduced to rubble." they would not be the same. and that goes for if tsukasa left, if emu left, if nene left.

to sum it up: not only does rui think of wxs as precious treasures that never stop shining, but also as beautiful flowers with the ability to make him smile by simply existing. they mean that much to him.

sedate me now

#project sekai #wxs #wxs rui #wxs tsukasa #wxs emu #wxs nene #kamishiro rui #kusanagi nene #tenma tsukasa #ootori emu #im going to be sick #i have lost my mind #rui and the love he has for his friends #you disgust me (loving)#goodness gracious i just realized that the flowers on the costumes are on the left side of the chest #which is where the heart is #which is where he kept the “bouquet of flowers” close in donketsu #i don't care if im reaching it's real in my head ok

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quitealotofsodapop · 6 months

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I'm sorry but that dark magic Macaque stepping in when Tang is trying to get his magic under control is so funny actually! Macaque: "The hell are you doing?" Tang: *concentrating* "Seeing if I can make a light and hoping to every god I don't cause a supernova instead." Macaque *seeing Tang is actually dangerously close to causing said supernova*: "-UM! HOW ABOUT YOU DON'T DO THAT?!?" *proceeds to give him some magic lessons and wonder why this human was given so much power and no damn lessons to control it*

Oh gosh, and I have the perfect reasoning why Tang is such an untapped source of destructive light magic XD

Macaque: "Do you understand why the first Golden Cicada and the Tang Monk were able to hone their powers?" Tang: "Because of years of self-dicipline and learning?" Macaque: "No! Because the Golden Cicada was a hungry, lazy cricket that didn't care to use his powers! And the monk fainted at the very thought of using his powers for anything combat-related. You're the very dangerous middle ground." Tang: "So you're saying since I've been actively trying to train my powers, I've could have actually caused a supernova!? Macaque, gently as he can: "Yes. Yes you could have. Thankfully shadow powers absorb excess light, so I'll be able to supress anything to damaging." Tang: "Wait... you?" Macaque: "A-duh! Old baldy and the Very Hungry Caterpillar aint' here to teach you. And I doubt Wukong actually knows enough about the fundamentals of light/dark magic to help you not blow up the restaurant." Tang, crying with joy/appriciation: "Th-thank you sifu." Macaque: "Ew. Never call me sifu again. You're way too old for that." Tang: *unsure to continue expressing gratitude or be offended*

I like fun character interactions :3

#six eared macaque #liu er mihou #lmk tang #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk character hcs #could also fit into the au verse

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scyyyyythe177 · 9 months

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Aoas characters as incorrect quotes

Rowan : Talk dirty to me, baby~

Citra : The dishes.

Rowan : Wh-

Citra : They have been there for 4 days and it's your turn to wash them. You still haven't cleaned them and I asked you to do it several times.

Constantine : So...I've seen you've been spending a lot of time with Faraday recently.

Curie : No, Constantine, it's not what it loooks like, I swear.

Constantine : Oh really ? So no reason for me to be jealous ?

Curie : No ! You're the only one for me !

Constantine : Is that so ?

Curie : I promise ! Faraday and I are just dating, okay ? He's my partner.

Constantine : So there are no best-friends-feelings involved ?

Curie : You are still my one and only best friend ! He's just the love of my life, nothing more !

Constantine : But I'm still the platonic love of your life, right ?

Curie : Of course bro !

Constantine : Bro...

Faraday : What the-

Greyson : Why is everyone so obessed with top or bottom ? Honestly, I'd just be so excited to have a bunk bed.

Citra : I'm gonna tell him.

Jerico : Don't you dare.

Constantine : I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Meir : I sleep with a knife.

Curie : Both of you are pathetic

Constantine : Oh yeah ? What do you sleep with ?

Curie : Faraday.

Greyson : That's ridiculous. Jerico doesn't have a crush on me.

Citra : Yes they do.

Morrisson : Yes they do.

Jerico : Yes I do.

Jerico : My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Greyson *step on a caterpillar and proceed to drop to his knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Jerico : That one. I want that one.

#arc of a scythe moodboard #incorrect quotes #scythe #scythe faraday #scythe curie #scythe constanine #greyson tolliver #jerico soberanis #rowan damisch #citra terranova

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kneamet · 2 years

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Hi! Could you do one for Roman Sionis, where the reader is a telepath who's a frequent at Roman's club

But every advance Roman does while the reader is in his club, she'll know because she easily read Roman's thoughts and she smugly points out that his obsession with her won't work because "every move he makes that involves her, she's 10 steps ahead"

And Roman's just looking at her with an interested look?

Hehe thanks!

my beautiful madness

Trigger Warning: obsession, drabble. yandere

Word Count: 609

Character: roman sionis/reader

my beautiful madness

The air was enveloped by the smell of perfume, light alcohol and suspense; the club glowed, lived its own life, was filled with hot and rich people. They were insects, as inconspicuous as time, trying to show off their «second self» — hypocritical, tender, profitable. Their bodies, lightened in tight-fitting suits, dresses, shone, showed the whole owner; cigarettes smoldered in their hands, thin glasses were clutched in their palms, little fingers were set aside. They are like caterpillars, striving to be butterflies, but however they have not come to a happy end.

Roman spent another evening in peace, sitting at a distance from the guests, and watched their habits and behavior with animal, animal interest. He was swinging a glass of whiskey, washed the sides with liquid, fixing his eyes on the only decent person in this sinful room — you. Sionis did not move, his hot breath was on his skin, the pounding of his heart drowned out even Dinah's birdlike voice. How long have you been coming here, to the place of sin and debauchery, vice and vulgarity — his club? He wouldn't have remembered, and was it important? Who is interested in numbers when there is a real diamond in front of him? even the pursuit of the material is not worth it to contemplate you like this.

He knew that you were far from perfect: your private unbearable sarcasm, too bright gestures... you managed to tame the mess, and Roman — chaos — favored you. You were just as crippled as he was, strangled by your parents and obligations so that now there were no barriers in front of you anymore. A beautiful, proud bird with clipped wings, charred wings, with fluffy feathers falling.

This is a party of darkness and there is no one to believe, no one to look up to. Roman, lifting his head, stuck out his clean-shaven chin, and carefully walked to the place where she was sitting. Chatting with another uncouth man who pulled his hands to the most intimate places, he suppressed the desire to break, but he felt his fingers begin to tremble. Roman leaned against the side of the sofa upholstered in red fabric, and leaned towards you, to your ear and quietly whispered something threatening, sweet, rude. everything in the world is a pretense and a game; and if you want to play, then he will enthusiastically take part. He rubbed his nose against her skin — ah, that smell! — and, closing his eyes, he sniffed hair until he felt a repulsive movement.

Roman looked at your smug face in bewilderment, but quickly recovered, smiling seductively and spreading his hands. The man with pink hands, a greasy stain on his shirt, a shiny collar and tight pants, has already left. Her piercing gaze was directed only at him, focused only on him, and Roman enjoyed the attention. His chest filled with even more narcissism, and his hands relaxed.

"You're not going to make it, Mr. Sionis," he tensed when he heard the despised surname; Mr. Sionis was his father, he's not Mr. Sionis. You looked at him ironically, grinning. “I know your every move,” you got up and, hitting him on the nose with your finger, said: “ten steps forward,” and turning around, left like a white free swan. Roman was fascinated by her proud gait, did not utter a word; he could imagine the soft sound of her thighs touching and get a true obsessive joy from it.

His club is a city where the lights go out, and he calls death down the aisle; she left a couple of scars.

The beautiful madness was not silent. The beautiful madness triumphed.

@jjeresano-euler sorry that it turned out so little (and so late). if you are not satisfied with something - the text, the narrative - write to me and i can write something else for you. but thanks for the request! even if i dont really like this job. the next most likely will be drabble about patrick :)

by the way, have any of you watched/read "young adam"? and if so, what can you say about joe? i just finished reading the book and god, i will definitely write something on joe.

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zarvasace · 9 months

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Vollan

Hearts Linked Together character masterpost

Link Vollan is vaguely Swedish. He has never had most of his left arm, which he didn't actually realize was strange for a long time, because he was raised by the dwindling Minish population. He's the cryptid hero mentioned in the Four Swords game that was bundled with Link to the Past once. He came out of the forest, split into four, defeated Vaati, and returned to the forest, never to be seen again. He chose his last name, which means roughly "lives in a meadow."

Vollan has a talent for channeling environmental magic, which is why the Picori Blade turned into the Four Sword when he wielded it. He prefers the company of animals. He's an amazing survivalist, though he is used to a lush kind of coniferous forest. He's very kind but very awkward around people.

Before meeting other Links, he'd assumed he would spend the rest of his life a loner in the woods. After meeting them, he gets a cabin on the edge of town and brings in game sometimes and starts to make friends. He eventually courts and marries a brash redhead with a lot of friends.

His version of splitting into four different versions of himself didn't involve fully realized individuals, just literal pieces of him. He didn't really enjoy the experience, and only splits now if he needs to have a serious emotions talk. It left him with mental scars, and he occasionally hallucinates the feeling of multiple bodies. His nephew takes the Four Sword to the Sanctuary after his death.

--- (634 words and bigger art under cut!)

Today was the day.

Today was the day. Today was probably the most day of them all.

Link tried to ignore the way his palm sweated as he stared out at the town that stood bustling on the other side of a thin line of trees. There were just so many people, everywhere out there: walking on the dirt roads, talking to friends, tending animals, swinging hammers on glowing metal…

He'd been there before, of course, several times. Perhaps even a dozen. That didn't even count the time that he'd marched in, gotten information about Vaati, and headed out again. That had been terrifying, and an entirely different town. He hadn't been able to bring himself to visit that one again.

This one, however, contained his goal: a very fancy (to him) knife. All of his were old, sharpened too many times, wearing out. He'd seen one on an earlier foray, last year, so he was pretty confident they'd have one.

Hopefully his pouch of rupees would do. He had a lot, after his adventure and all he'd gathered.

Link took a breath, wiped his hand on his tunic, and stepped out toward the nearest building.

One step in front of the other. Dust kicked up under his feet. Were people staring at him? Oh, gods. Did they recognize him? Was his tunic a strange color? It was his arm, wasn't it. Or maybe his eyes. He'd noticed that most people had the same color in both of them.

Could he go back to the forest already?

No. He had a mission. An important one. A knife was the most crucial tool he owned, and it would be so nice to have a new one.

Link found a shop that sold knives fairly quickly. Nice of them to have a picture of a knife above the door. He could read, but it took a bit of effort. He pushed in, startled at the bell, and found the nearest knife on display that didn't have fancy etchings or a hilt inlaid with opal. He hefted it, looked down the spine for straightness, and took it to the counter. It made a nice, heavy clunk. It would do nicely, yes.

The man there, heavy with a mustache, leaned forward on his elbows. His caterpillar eyebrows rose quite high. "You want to buy that?"

Link nodded. Then, remembering his manners, added, "Y-yes, sir." His stutter came out to play, with how hard he was trying to look normal. Great.

The man eyed him, the patches on his tunic, and the green needles in his hair. Oh, whoops.

Link combed those out. "I-I-I can pay." His hand hovered over the pouch at his waist, a magical one with all of his things in it. He'd be prepared no matter what happened. As he'd been taught, though, he didn't reveal how much he had.

The man picked up the knife. "A hundred and three rupees for this one. It's quite the knife."

A hundred and three? Oh, Link had that easily. He didn't feel up to haggling today. He dug into his pouch, pulled out the requisite amount in a total of five cut gems, and handed them over.

Although the man had to think that Link was strange, he sold the knife. Link managed a smile and a thank you, but not a goodbye. He wrapped the knife in the bit of leather he'd saved and tucked it away.

Just before Link exited the shop, a feeling deep in his gut called out to him. He paused, getting a read on it. Natural and yet unnatural, the feeling urged him to turn the handle of the door. It wasn't malicious, at least. Link hesitated one more moment.

The shop bell rang again as he stepped out into mist.

#my art #my writing #hlt vollan #hearts linked together #hlt

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brightside-brigade · 3 months

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rambling about chapter 3! Under cut because spoilers and also long.

So, overall thoughts? I enjoyed this experience very much, although I feel some things could have been utilized or used better. Am I saying this because I wanted to see Catnap and the other Critters more? Kinda. I understand that this chapter was more back story oriented and not character oriented, and that kind of shows. But overall I won't complain toooooo much.

As far as everything else, it's good. We're getting into that now.

Let me talk about Catnap himself, or my nightmare baby as I've taken to calling him. Despite being under used for as much as he was hyped, I'm still very happy with his overall appearance. He's not actually a threat up until the end, but can be seen semi frequently throughout the chapter, constantly lurking and observing. Constantly stretching and contorting to find you wherever you may be. His legs are so stilted and stiff. Like fur stretched poorly over bones. As he's meant to be. His bones are visible, and it reminds me a bit of my own decrepit old cat.

As for his second form, I wish we saw a bit more of it. I can see a mix of inspirations in his design, obviously the Cheshire cat, but also the Caterpillar from Alice in wonderland, as guessed by his insect like appearance and the gas expelled, similar to how said caterpillar smoked and produced. I also see some xenomorph in there, looking at the tail and back, as well as his overall hunting patterns.

And for his "death", there's a good bit to be said, though I'm not sure how to word it. We didn't kill him at the end of his boss fight, rather just burned off all his fur. Although weakened he was still clearly alive. However he willing gave himself to the prototype, which given his character points make sense. Maybe the prototype gave him a less painful death than what we would have delivered, or perhaps he's not dead at all, not entirely anyway. He will hypothetically live on in the form of the prototype, but he could also be brought back in later chapters to some capacity Similar to huggy.

The rest of the Smiling Critters though, we do not know much about, apart from what we can gather from the audio in their cutouts. Which, while short, tell us a lot. The ones that stand out the most to me are Hoppy Hopscotch and Kickin' Chicken (who sounds like Ed). Also shout out to Picky Piggy. Cannibalism for the win! (Or maybe not, because its not the same species... hm.)

Hoppy sticks out to me due to how hopeless she sounds. It sounds like she's trying to calm someone (perhaps a child, unfortunately), into jumping "to the moon,". But if I had to guess, it wasn't actually to the moon and was instead a way out of the terrible situation, or maybe she really did think they could escape to the moon. However the last audio clip does have her screams, presumably as she falls to her death.

Kickin Chicken, though, is another story. The most obvious thing is that he's never actually been outside, mirroring the orphans, but it also mirrors his last moments before getting picked off just as he steps outside, possibly outside the playcare. This may have been during the hour of joy, but it also could have been at any time, something done to anyone who somehow escaped the playcare.

What really interests me is the cutouts that don't end in screams. This makes me wonder if Bobby Bearhug and CraftyCorn turned more violent then the others. This does include Picky Piggy, but that one is more obvious based on her audio.

Otherwise, we have Miss Delight. A robotic teacher, who as it seems, knows a lot about human organs. As all things should be. (/lh). It's also heavily implied she ate her sisters, and was highly violent and would have harmed the children if given the chance. If I had to guess, this was prevented by lights being on during the school as the light freezes her in place. She was also honestly under used, her encounter feeling a little too condensed. It's just one time, go go go, and then done. Once again I won't complain mush as this is a more lore oriented chapter.

Unfortunately this is why I have little to say on Poppy, Kissy, and Dog Day. As interesting as they were, Poppy was really just there as a lore vector, Kissy as an emotional grab, and Dog Day to... make us greatly uncomfortable? This isn't to say I don't like them, in fact, I love them! I just find myself wanting more, although maybe not of Dog Day because that was a nightmare on its own. Eugh.

What's really on me though is the overall lore. They really didn't pull any punches. Starting with the PT like section in home sweet home, in which the radios tell us about Elliott, and the child's body they found in his house that was missing bones and organs. You know it's probably on me for thinking he was chill, but. Uh. Damn man. Not cool. (Also shout out to that whole section for the hallucinations bit. Re-Village style, makes me very happy to see.). Of course, he was already dead and I suspect just as well he could have been set up by whoever took over the company.

The most viscerally upsetting thing is arguably the cribs in home sweet home. The broken and bloody toys inside them do not bode well. You look and just know something awful happened. And it did. This and one of the tapes in which a couple comes to pick up a child to adopt, only to find out he's been taken for testing. This paints an overall bleak and disgusting picture of the company, which is what we all suspected, but somehow even worse and more blatant. I'd say the whole hour of joy was warranted, in a way, minus the innocents that got caught up in it.

Aaaannnd there you have it! A very disorganized ramble about chapter 3. I overall had a great time! I can't wait to see how much worse/better it gets in the future.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #smiling critters #poppy playtime smiling critters

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cryoculus · 1 year

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— reparations 05 ⟢

i have a very marketable skill called “jumping to conclusions”

★ FEATURING; arataki itto x gn!reader

★ WORD COUNT; 4.6k words

★ TAGS; modern au, flower shop au, slow burn, idiots to lovers, tooth-rotting fluff, mutual pining, no smut, sfw

★ NOTABLE CHARACTERS; arataki itto, thoma, kamisato ayato, kamisato ayaka

★ MASTERLIST . AO3 ★

“I can’t believe I wasn’t here when he did the thing. What kind of father am I?!”

You’re in the middle of shaping the bonsai you have on display when Itto sulks behind the counter—chin propped on top as he watches the silk white cocoon inside Itto the Fourth’s jar. You roll your eyes.

“Well, if you spent your precious time being here for his milestones in life instead of canoodling with the yakuza…”

“Nope! You are not guilt-tripping me out of this, master!”

“Wasn’t counting on it,” you scoff.

So, as things might have it, after placing your late-night order at Shimura’s, you and Itto decided to lounge in the shop to wait for the food. But the moment he sat down on your swiveling seat, the gang leader refused to take his eyes off the caterpillar-turned-chrysalis that was Itto the Fourth. You actually forgot to bring up that it was finally one step closer to the next phase of its insect life given all the commotion that occurred over the last hour. But your patient didn’t seem to mind the delayed info.

“Say,” you begin, putting down your shears as you flash him a pointed look. “If you won’t tell me exactly what’s going on, can I at least know how you got on the yakuza’s bad side in the first place?”

Itto hums, craning his neck to meet your gaze. “Eh? Ain’t that the same thing?”

“Don’t think about it like that! Your origin story is different from your current predicament, you know.”

And then Itto makes a motion of pinching his thumb and index finger together before sliding it across his lips like a zipper—shaking his head petulantly. What a damn kid.

To his credit, Itto may be idiotic about eighty percent of the time, but he’s still pretty sharp. You’re not sure if he’ll even spill the details once the entire ordeal is over. You can almost hear your mother chiding you for nosing into another person’s business, but what the hell is so important that Itto would have to (literally) break his back for the sake of it? A lifetime supply of yakisoba? A printed certificate that says ‘Arataki “The Yakuza Boss” Itto’? The longer you wallow in your own thoughts, the wilder your imagination runs, so you decide to spare yourself the trouble.

As you get back to your feet, you peek behind the blinds you drew at closing time, wondering when your food is going to arrive. Though it’s only been ten minutes since you placed your order, you were beyond starved. However, there don’t seem to be any delivery motorcycles in sight. Guess your dinner isn’t arriving miraculously early.

“Is there anything I can do to make you tell me?” you ask out of the blue, turning your head to Itto, who is now comfortably leaning against the backrest of your chair. “Beating you in an onikabuto battle? An eating contest? Rock-paper-scissors?”

Yeah. You’ve totally lost it. You don’t even know why you’re trying so hard to get it out of him. It’s none of your business! Repeat until true!

“Those are quite the honorable choices, if I do say so myself.” He laughs, cracking his fingers together. “But not even a mountainload of mora can get me to disclose the details. And that’s saying something ‘cause I’m kinda broke right now, but who cares!”

You do a double-take on that one. “Wait, you’re broke?”

“Hm? Is that so hard to believe?”

You’re quick to stride back to the counter, placing a palm in front of him as you shoot Itto an incredulous stare. “The rent in this place is forty thousand yen a month. Rent that I pay to your gang. Your gang, who owns this property. Did you just happen to forget that?”

“Oh, yeah…”

“Shinobu doesn’t let you handle any of the money, does she?”

“Um… No, she does not.”

“Then how the hell have you been getting by all this time?” you nearly shout, throwing undecipherable hand gestures everywhere. “I-I don’t even pay you—”

Itto effectively cuts off your rambling by pressing a finger to your lips, making your eyes go wide as he shushes you. He meets your gaze earnestly, and only speaks once you’ve completely gone silent.

“I know you’re my master and I still have tons to learn from you when it comes to gardening or whatever. But lemme tell you this: you need to learn how to chill.” He says every word so slowly, it’s as if he’s talking to a prepubescent teenager. “Look at me! Barely escaped with my life back there, but I’m bonding with Itto the Fourth ‘cause the situation calls for it. Sometimes, you gotta adapt to strange environments, y’know?”

Chill. Right, yeah. Chill. A.K.A., something that you were already lacking the moment Itto didn’t step through the front door on the first day of his leave. And now he barges into your home, passes out, makes you treat both his wounds and him to dinner. Where the hell are you supposed to get a decent supply of goddamn chill?!

“Gee, why didn’t I think of that?” you balk sarcastically, slapping his hand away. “Thank you, Arataki. You just solved half the world’s problems with unsolicited advice.”

To your absolute joy, he chuckles aloud, looking way too pleased with himself. “You’re too kind! Some of my boys said I should start writing for an advice column in the daily newspaper. What do you thi—”

All of a sudden, Itto’s cheery voice cuts to the thick silence of the shop. He stills, rising to his full height as rusty amber eyes do a cautious sweep around the room. You’re about to ask what’s gotten into him before the man before you promptly has all the color drained from his face, as if having realized something drastic.

“Tsk, he’s coming...” he mutters, and for a moment, you momentarily mimic the shock on his face. Who’s coming? Those fuckers that hazed him?

“Itto—”

“Yo, I’m going to, uh…” he trails off, grabbing Itto the Fourth’s jar before tucking it beneath his arm. The gang leader jams a thumb over his shoulder with a wobbly smile. “Hide in your room for a sec. Is that okay with you?”

“What?” You scowl. “Are you just going to leave me to entertain those lunatics alo—hey!”

Not even securing your explicit permission, Itto bolts back up to your apartment with his stupid hibernating caterpillar—leaving you right in the dust. The room is silent, save for the erratic thrum of your heartbeat that’s making you feel a little psyched out. Should you call the police? But if the person (people?) that Itto sensed was dangerous, surely he wouldn’t leave you to deal with them for him, right? But then again, cooking up assumptions about your unwitting apprentice was a common mistake that you’re growing tired of making.

Your instincts jolt to life when you hear three knocks on the front door of the shop, making your heart plummet to your stomach.

It takes you a moment to realize you’re locked in another game of ‘Guess Who’s on the Other Side’. This time, it could either be A.) Itto’s assailant(s) or B.) the food delivery guy. Though your hunch was wrong about Tora’s sudden appearance in the balcony, you were pretty damn sure this can only be one or the other.

Calm down, you tell yourself. Sure, Itto isn’t the best at keeping his temporary employment here all that discreet, but surely the yakuza won’t try to drag you into their problems. You’ve got nothing to do with all that!

With a clean conscience, you breathe deep, compose yourself, and open the door.

“And here I thought you’d gone straight to bed.”

When you see who it is, your jaw nearly unhinges itself from your skull and lands on the floor. How the fuck can you be so wrong twice in the same night?!

“A-Ayato?” you stammer, but he’s already letting himself in—shrugging off the coat off his shoulders as he marvels at the state of your shop. “Lovely place you have here,” he comments. “I might send in an order or two pretty soon since Ayaka has been gushing about your bouquets non-stop.”

You can’t even be bothered to feel flattered at the promised revenue because you’re processing the presence of not just one, but three people that have entered your shop past closing time. Ayaka and Thoma followed suit right after the force of nature that is Kamisato Ayato, but thankfully these two look a bit more apologetic.

“You weren’t picking up any of our calls,” Ayaka sighs, stuffing her phone in her handbag and unraveling the scarf around her neck. “We thought you might’ve been in trouble.”

Calls…? As in, plural? Shit. You left your phone upstairs after that strange, heart-to-heart conversation with Itto on your balcony. You hadn’t bothered checking it since you finished patching him up. But you attempt to mask your surprise by shifting everyone else’s attention to Thoma instead.

“I told you something just came up, right?” you sigh. “Why’d you go ahead and let Ayato-nii march all the way here just to see if I’m fine?”

The blond chuckles, already sounding defeated. “We all know when waka’s got something set on his mind, there’s no stopping him.”

Well…that is true.

You guess there’s no use trying to point fingers now that the Kamisato trio was here, so you just tell them to get comfortable instead. Thank Archons Itto suddenly rushed upstairs (for reasons that still eluded you). It’s going to be pretty hard to explain what a shirtless gang leader is doing waiting for late night takeout with you to these guys. Even if the four of you have been through weirder shit in the past.

“Has business been faring well?” Ayato asks, carefully draping his fingers across the bonsai you were just trimming earlier.

You nod. “Uh, yeah! So far so good. The people here in Hanamizaka have been sweet and accommodating. Didn’t really expect that in a place handled by the Arataki Gang.”

For some reason, the older Kamisato raises an eyebrow at that and you internally panic. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Was bringing it up a bad idea? Nahhhhh, Ayato couldn’t possibly know about Itto’s temporary post here. You aren’t even sure if Ayaka knows since Thoma isn’t really a snitch. You should be safe. Maybe.

Then, you hear a loud noise coming from upstairs.

Ayaka glances over to the stairwell curiously and you bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from actually screaming. Yep, entertaining these three and kicking them out ASAP should be your main priority right now. Close college friends plus big brother or not.

“What was that?” Ayato wonders.

“I-It’s probably just Mikan,” you laugh nervously. “She’s been really hyperactive lately. Turns the place upside down whenever she isn’t asleep hahaha!”

He looks, by no means, convinced of your reasoning, but thankfully Ayato plays along and decides to drift over to your beloved succulent rack. “Oh, I nearly forgot. Ayaka, Thoma, we were…informally invited to the wedding of one of the daughters of the branch families. I say informally because the ceremony is still in its planning stages.”

“Is there any reason you’re telling us this in advance as well?” Thoma asks.

“Mmm, well I heard the bride-to-be, who is one of our cousins, is going to wed a commoner from the city,” Ayato elaborates. “A commoner who suggested that this flower studio is going to take charge of the necessary arrangements for the wedding.”

You take a moment to process that, vaguely remembering a job your mother told you to look out for the last time you were home. “...Do you mean Andou-san?”

For the past few weeks, you were so preoccupied with keeping Itto in check that you completely forgot all about it. But who knew Andou’s fiancée was from a Kamisato branch family? Huh, small world.

“Forgive me, I’m not very good with names, but when our cousin bought up your store in today’s lunch meeting, I just felt the need to bring you three together again.” Ayato laughs softly as he picks up one of the tiny potted succulents, casting a cheery stare at his present audience. “Just like old times, yes?”

“Nii-sama, the three of us have always kept in touch,” Ayaka sighs. “Is there anything else you’d like to talk to them about?”

The older man hollers, setting down the succulent as he raises his hands in surrender. “Oh, fine, fine. You caught me. Another reason why I wished to catch up with our dear friend is…this funny story told to me by one of my secretaries.”

“One of your secretaries?” you repeat.

Ayato nods. “She lives around this area. Told me she was walking home after sorting out some documents at the estate in Yougou Heights when she walked past Sakura Street and… Realized a motorcycle crashed into this very same shop! Shocking, is it?”

…Count on Ayato to express his concern in the most backwards way possible. You can feel your tongue turning sandpaper dry as your eyes discreetly rivet back to Ayaka and Thoma—two people you kept in the dark about the night you first met Arataki Itto. They exchange puzzled looks almost in unison, which means this is probably the first time Ayato brought the matter to their attention.

“Crash?” you chuckle, gesturing around the shop. “Does this look like a place that’s been trashed by a motorcycle, Ayato-nii?”

“Well, now that you mention it, that certainly doesn’t seem to be the case,” he hums thoughtfully. “But I couldn’t help but wonder…especially when Thoma over here told us about your lively helper. Arataki…was it?”

Fuck. He’s on to you. Ayato is soooo on to you.

“Oh, yeah. Itt—uh, Arataki. That’s his name. Y’know, the gangster.”

“From what I heard, that man is kind of a bum,” Ayato remarks warily, folding his arms. “Yet he’s working here?”

“Yeah, ‘course he is!” you reply a bit too quickly. “That guy um, takes odd jobs whenever money’s starting to get tight so I’m just helping out. It’s only for a few weeks.” Shot in the dark. You still don’t know how Itto’s made it this far without a stable job, on top of those weird allusions to a life in prison he’s yet to speak to you about.

“So where is he now?”

As if the man in question wishes to answer Ayato’s inquiries for himself, yet another crash resounds from upstairs. Holy shit. You are going to rip Itto to shreds once you’re done dealing with Ayato. Could he be any more goddamn obvious?!

“Mikan, stop messing with the furniture!” you yell (somewhat) convincingly. “A-Anyways, that guy is on leave right now. So if you’re looking for him, you might have to contact his deputy, Shinobu instead.”

“Do you need help rounding up your cat or something?” Thoma offers. “You always count on me to calm her down, remember?”

The mere suggestion is enough to send you into cardiac arrest. “Nope! It’s fine. Mikan’s just going through it is all. She’ll calm down eventually.”

“Is that why you weren’t able to have dinner with us?” Ayaka shoots you a worried look. “I know a well-practiced vet from Watatsumi Island. Would you like me to give you his card?”

“Hey, come on!” you groan—feeling all sorts of pressured from their kind suggestions. Gods, you can only imagine how much these three were going to fuss if they found out that Itto’s crashing stunt was actually true. “You have all got to chill. We haven’t gotten together in nearly a year, and you guys choose to spend the time worrying? How about we call it a night for now and let’s just…hang out this weekend! How’s that sound?”

Ayato starts to stroke his chin contemplatively. “Hm, I did ask my secretary to free up my schedule next week. Business trips drain the life out of a man, if you kids only knew.”

“Nii-sama, you’re only three years older than us.”

“Ah, the ignorance of youth is bliss I can no longer attain.”

“They’re right, though,” Thoma, thank Archons, agrees with you, straightening the collar of his own jacket with an apologetic smile. “We’ve already imposed too much. Let’s all just continue this on the weekend. Should we meet you here?”

The last bit was directed at you, to which you respond in turn. “Sure. I promise I won’t stand you guys up anymore.”

“We’ll hold you to that then,” Ayato huffs, digging into the pocket of his trousers before tossing something in Thoma’s direction. Fortunately, the blond is dextrous enough to catch it mid-air. “Go take Ayaka back to the car. I’ll just put down a few orders I’d like our dear friend to make for me.”

Thoma nods without question, twirling Ayato’s keys around his index finger as he and Ayaka exchange farewells with you. Though, you try not to think about how your best friend’s stare lingers on you a tad longer than usual.

When the door shuts behind the two of them, Ayato paces around the shop for a few moments more. Though you’re sure as hell he was just stalling, you can tell that the fondness in his eyes as he surveys each shelf is anything but fake.

“So my office back at home has been looking very dull to me as of late,” he laments. “The rainforests of Sumeru are quite a refreshing sight, and I’d like to emulate the scenery, no matter how minimal, inside my workspace. That’s why I wanted to ask which decorative pieces you recommend for the setting I have in mind.”

You rack your mind for a catalogue of tropical plants that could suit Ayato’s tastes right then and there, feeling a bit proud of yourself to have earned his favor. “Let me see, uh, Monstera plants make for good minimalist decorations in the office, Ayato-nii. I actually have some displayed right…here.”

Wandering around the rows of shelves, you show Ayato a miniature version of the lush green plant that seemingly has holes on its leaves. “This is what they actually look like. They didn’t get attacked by pests or anything.”

“Oho, these are exactly what I saw by the riverbanks.” He nods. “I’ll have someone pick up, hmm, five of these within the week along with a check for the payment. Just text me the invoice after.”

“Sure thing.”

You’d be lying if you say you weren’t expecting him to sneak in something else in such a casual conversation about the items you have on sale. If there’s anything you know best about Kamisato Ayato, it’s that he likes to keep his intentions tucked discreetly between two different pages of a book—so that only those who are meant to know their meaning can read between the lines. But as you quietly see Ayato out of the shop, you wonder if it’s actually possible for him to do things without an underlying motive beneath all that pretense.

“A shame that you weren’t able to sample Komore Teahouse’s special dinner sets tonight,” he sighs, raising a hand to pat your head affectionately as he puts his coat back on. “But we all have lives to live and other matters to attend to at times. Just make sure you show up on Saturday, yes? You promised~”

“Yes, Ayato-nii. I promise.” You spare him a hearty laugh, wrapping your arms around Ayato tenderly. The years you spent growing older alongside him and his siblings always makes you feel like you were part of their family, too. Well, Ayato did say to never hesitate calling them your family once, and you’ve always done as told.

“Can you promise me one more thing?”

Pulling away, you meet his silver-eyed gaze with brows raised. “What is it?”

He gazes at you with a tinge of seriousness for the first time tonight, one hand placed on top of your shoulder. Ayato opens his mouth, as if raring to speak his mind, but the moment you anticipate his words, they never come.

“...Forget it. I might be speaking out of turn,” the older man sighs, smiling sheepishly to himself. “Just—take care of yourself. Your future’s looking quite alright here in Hanamizaka, but I hope you know it won’t hurt to be more cautious.”

“You sound just like my dad, it’s kind of creepy,” you joke, patting his hand with yours. “Got it. Now, shoo! Ayaka and Thoma are probably waiting for you in—”

“Shimura’s delivery!”

Startled, you glance over at a man whose motorcycle is parked by the curb—the familiar Shimura’s logo printed brightly on the delivery box behind him. You can practically feel the day’s fatigue evaporate from your body at the sight of it.

“I’m the one who placed the order!” you say, waving him over. But as the delivery man scrambles over to where you stand, Ayato flashes you a minute nod—one you return with a warm smile that doesn’t falter even when he’s already walking away.

“Late night special for—” the delivery man practically announces to the whole neighborhood as he squints at the receipt in his other hand. “Arataki Itto?”

Again, you feel your entire body seize up at the mention of his name. You whip around to the direction Ayato headed when he finally made his leave, chest threatening to burst. He hasn’t gotten far yet, and the possibility of him having heard what this mouthy delivery guy just said is more likely than not. But Ayato doesn’t look back. In fact, he just keeps his strides forward as if he heard nothing at all.

“Yeah,” you respond to the man in front of you with a queasy smile. “That’s our order alright…”

“Well that took long enough!”

You don’t even have the energy to snap at Arataki once you make it back to your apartment, carefully setting down your food on the now-tidy coffee table. Huh. Did he clean up while you were downstairs or something? Only the remote to your TV and Itto the Fourth’s pickle jar littered the surface.

“What took long enough?” you sigh. “The food or me getting rid of my impromptu guests?”

Itto snorts from where he’s sitting cross-legged on your sofa. Thankfully, he’s now wearing a shirt but it seems a few sizes too—wait, is that your old pep rally shirt? “Duh! I was talkin’ about aniki. I have the patience of a mother when it comes to food, mind you. But when that guy’s in the vicinity, ohhhh boy! I’m not really ready for my 781st loss yet. I hope you understand why I had to run with my tail between my legs. Don’t tell him that, though. He’ll laugh at me.”

No matter how much you try to make sense of what the hell Itto was saying, you’re way too famished to think. So you decide to fill your poor stomach with something to eat first before asking questions.

The scent of chili oil and steamed dimsum makes your mouth water as you pop one into your mouth, chewing happily as you watch Itto wolf down his own very late dinner beside you. It feels a little strange, having a meal with someone on a couch you’ve only shared with Mikan, but the change isn’t unwelcome. Even if he probably broke into your room to steal your clothes.

“So, this aniki person you mentioned,” you start, quietly slurping your fried noodles. “Are you…talking about Ayato-nii, by any chance?”

“Eh?” Itto stares at you, putting down his chopsticks before bracing his palms on his knees. “You know aniki, too?”

“Well, yeah. He’s the older brother of one of my best friends,” you inform him. “How do you know him?”

“Haha! It’s a long story, master. One that’s best told over drinks and not fast food takeout. But I’m sure I can convince ya to go out drinking with me sooner or later.”

“Do you even have the mora for that?”

“Ahh, no. No, I don’t. That’s why you’re footing the bill as usual.”

“You’re really fucking thick-skinned, you know that?”

Once the two of you have finished bickering over interchanging topics in the span of thirty minutes, you clean up after your food. Itto actually has the decency to help you dispose of everything that needs disposing, as if he isn’t sporting any healing injuries at all. You try not to laugh at how comical it looks for him to lug a trash bag down the stairwell of your apartment wearing your pep rally shirt-turned-crop top. It’s either this guy has zero self-awareness or he seriously does not give a fuck. You’re not really sure which one it is.

“So, can I sleep on the couch?” Itto asks once he gets back, wiping the sweat off his brow.

A pause.

“What? You’re sleeping here?”

“Of course I am!” he says. “I can’t exactly show up at our home base looking all jacked up like this, now can I?”

“Well, you can’t just volunteer your employer’s couch as a temporary stronghold either, wise guy!” you scowl, kicking him in the shin as you retrieve your phone. A quick scroll across the lock screen clues you in on the several missed texts and calls that your friends made earlier, and—damn. You should really keep this thing on you all the time.

“You’re kicking me out just like that?” He pouts, and god, it’s such an atrocious look on him that it makes you want to hurl. But then again, it’s already, what, one in the morning?

If you evict him now, Itto would probably just go back to those assholes that hurt him instead of swallowing his pride and letting his gang see him like this. Which will give you more problems than if you just let the guy sleep over for one night. Dammit!

The gods better be looking down on you with favor right now.

“Fine. Do you need any blankets or something?”

“Nah, s’fine. They don’t give you blankets in prison, so.”

“...Remind me to do a background check on you tomorrow?”

“Hehe, now why would I do that?”

You let out a long, long sigh when you shut the door to your bedroom. Itto assured you that he’d hold down the fort and beat up anyone who tries to rob you in the dead of night while you slept. A promise that’s equal parts reassuring and terrifying but you’re frankly too exhausted to think about it too much.

To your surprise, Mikan is already inside your room. But she seems to be preoccupied by something—

A gasp flees your lips when you see one of the photos you have propped up on your nightstand on the floor, lying face down with a couple of glass shards littering the floor. Mikan mewls once she notices you draw near, pawing at some of the fragments as you pick up the frame with careful hands.

It’s a picture of you and your dad at your junior high graduation day, but the protective glass sheen was smashed to pieces. Thankfully, the photo didn’t seem to suffer any damage.

“Did you do this?” you ask Mikan, to which she replies with a sharp cry that makes you chuckle. “Yeah… Just messing with you.”

That night, you think of two things as you slowly drift off to slumber. The first is: what did Ayato want you to promise? It’s really not like him to cut himself off mid-sentence like he did earlier. You’re going to try and bring it up again this weekend, if chance permits you.

As for the second thing…

“Why the hell would he do that?” you whisper to no one in particular, one arm draped across your eyes. In your mind, you imagine a statuesque man with strange tattoos standing over the broken picture frame—a disdainful look distorting his usually vigorous smile.

For once, you decide to sweep the dust under the rug, where no one else can hope to find it.

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Anime-Manga Comparisons, episode 13.

Oh boy, the Wonderland episode! Honestly, it’d be easier to write about the similarities between these two episodes rather than the differences, since these two episodes are so incredibly different. But both are actually pretty great in their own special ways, I just find it interesting and confusing why the anime decided to completely change the story.

For starters, in the manga it’s made clear from the beginning that the whole thing is just the hosts playing around. It starts off with the hosts breaking the fourth wall to explain that the theme was requested to them, and that the author wagered it’d be a safe choice since there are so many characters. Tamaki and the twins are excited to see Haruhi in a frilly dress, and she bemoans how the outfit is cumbersome, so the twins take over the role of Alice instead, because Haru just isn’t curious enough to ever follow a rabbit down a hole.

On the other hand, the anime starts with middle school Haru and light brown haired Ranka going to the academy to enrol her, with plenty of establishing shots of the school, inside and out. The painting behind her shows a similar little girl chasing a pink bunny, and before the zoom in we even see Kotoko under the tree on the left. I never noticed that before. It even looks like her appearance from the later Lobelia episode in her pink outfit. Ranka worries about her enjoying herself at Ouran, which is the overarching theme of this episode.

The manga and anime continue to be extremely different, as anime Haru chases Usa-chan as a living (living?) plush until he escapes via high powered motor, but the manga has the twins chasing White Rabbit Mistukuni (Mitsu-buni?) until he goes through a too small door and Nekozawa steps in as a mysterious merchant (who they point out was not a character) to give them a shrinking potion and offer them a Bereznoff puppet, Alice A (Hikaru) and Alice B (Kaoru) offer up Alice C (Tamaki) to drink it instead and then throw him to the wolves (The Roberia flowers) and abandon him.

Going back to the anime (Yeah, this is going to get very confusing, I foresee.) We see more callbacks to the earlier episodes, as Haruhi slips on a banana peel and falls into the hole left by the high powered motor and falls… into the same room to get her butt stuck in the vase. She then has to slither like a snail towards monkey Shiro (presumably the cause of all the bananas) to get help, and instead he eats a banana that causes him to shrink and runs off through a tiny door. Haruhi eats an entire bunch of five bananas, peels and all, and shrinks down, freeing herself from the vase, but not from the host club.

She then walks down a long, dark hallway, where we see the kanji for female in lightbulbs appear again, and then a final banana peel whisks her off to a long fall into a pool. I have Vietnam style flashbacks to the beach episode, and I think the overhead shot of her is meant to be a reference to her in the fountain looking for her wallet. The lack of music and focus on the water effects and the voices is actually pretty soothing. Haruhi and Kyoya both have very nice voices. Also Kyoya has very pretty lips.

I wonder if his warning about how Haruhi will be eaten in the pool isn’t strictly about the crocodiles, but rather about how so much grief can swallow you up. Maybe. Should I be analysing the silly homosexual supporting cast so much?

The roses would have been a nicer fit for the Lobelia girls (I’m using Lobelia as their anime names and Roberia as their manga names, aren’t I smart?) but I can’t deny it’s hilarious that they’re controlling robotic crocodiles rather than just being animals like the rest of the cast. Also hello to Kyoya in what is no doubt his silliest role of all time, and I’m including the live action drama in that.

It’s almost tragic that he looks like that, but honestly it’s still great, and it fits him. The manga just omits the caterpillar character altogether, which is weirder. In the original book the caterpillar is rude and and presented as mysterious and ambiguous, and in the movie he’s even more unhelpful and mean. In the anime Kyoya is presented as mysterious still, but Haruhi is aware of what he does, even if she can’t recall why. There’s ambiguity, but no sense of animosity between them. Also, Nekozawa becomes a baby and Kirimi becomes… ambiguously older. And bigger, in… certain areas. Kyoya forgoes the safety of a baby to flirt with a girl. Disaster bisexual at work. We'll return to him (or her) later.

Back to the manga and Tamaki-Alice. (Talice? Amaki?) he meets the Roberia roses, who are stunning and beautiful and I think I’d rather just stay here with them, but we must press on, unfortunately. Tamaki tells them he’s a man, and they call him a pervert for dressing up like that, which is rude! He looks great! And then they warn him about the black queen. Also they reveal Ranka is the red queen ahead of time, so there’s no big shock there. Even though the roses just attacked him, Tamaki is willing to save them from the black queen, until they show it’s Kyoya and Tamaki tries to chicken out because his gut tells him not to revolt. Finally everyone has had enough and they finally swap in Haruhi to play Alice’s role, and she looks so cute in that dress! So cute that the roses (Rose-beria? There’s so many puns to make here!) tell her to stay with them instead, but Haruhi goes off anyway. She’s not that interested in actually fighting the queen, but she’s true of heart and feels obliged to keep her promise, so she goes anyway. She meets up with some of the host club guests and Dr. Yabu from the physical exam episode to get information on how cruel the queen is, and finally to the well informed duchess, Renge! This is a similarity between the two, because she plays the exact same role in both and even dresses the same! The difference is that she’s going to court in the anime to be executed later, but Kyoya straight up sentences her to death in the manga with no court. Harsh, but fair. Hikaru also reappears here as her butler, and finally we see the biggest host of all: Mori! And he’s a very tiny baby named Moriko. Two guards come to take the duchess away, and her final cry for help to Haruhi is to gather a rescue team of gorgeous men to save her.

Ayanokoji appears here in the anime as a cook for Renge, but I’m not sure she ever reappears in the manga past her first appearance, I’d have to conduct a thorough investigation to be certain. She chucks a bunch of dishware at Renge, who is holding baby Nekozawa. Between her and Kyoya not giving a shit about babies, they should probably get together. Then again the baby turns into the curse doll, so maybe it’s fine he was in danger after all. I find it cute that Haruhi is still gentle with the doll and puts it down on a sofa before she leaves. She walks down another very long hallway while the twins bother her, but she’s quick to suss them out. They sound exactly alike in Japanese, but I don’t know if they do in the English dub. We also see Kanako dressed as a bird, floating in a teacup while staring wistfully into the sky and hoping Toru will come back soon. This seemingly adds nothing, but I like it anyway.

Back in the manga, Haruhi-Alice (Harice?) takes baby Moriko with her (who she says is ‘kinda cute’) on her quest to rescue the duchess, and then she meets the Cheshire Twins. They’re wearing almost the same outfits in each, except the anime gives them sleeves on their shirts, a bandana, and oversized cat paws. They tell Haruhi that they used to be a single person, until the queen split them in two after a prank. They also call the queen a grownup, which either means she’s actually an adult, or it’s a riff on Kyoya for being too mature for his age. Either works, really. Haruhi admits she’s starting to sympathise more with the queen. The twins try to get a reward for inviting themselves along on the adventure, but Mad Hatter Tamaki scolds them. Since Mistukuni is already playing the white rabbit, the march hare role instead goes to Shiro, but he’s called the May Rabbit instead… and he’s white. The twins call the hatter bogus and explain that he’s a fugitive who was jailed for performing some odd stage magic during a croquet game sponsored by the queen, but he broke out of jail. Tamaki offers to protect Haruhi and defeat the queen if she promises to marry him, which Kaoru points out is worse than them asking for money. Then the twins want to marry her.

Shiro then calls Moriko an ugly baby and causes him to cry. Shiro announces he’s going home while the others try to stop the crying, and Haruhi gives him a cookie from her pocket that causes him to grow into a man. A very naked man. The twins quickly clothe him, and he gives Haruhi a hug, and they all settle on whoever defeats the queen will secure Haru-Alice. She points out that there’s no more parallel and that it’s the old pattern remerging.

The anime scene is a little closer to the original, as Mad Hatter Tamaki and March Hare Honey announce there’s no room at the very long dining room table, or at any of the others. Haruhi, being who she is, simply accepts that and goes to leave until they demand she come back. They talk about her appearance, and Haruhi says it doesn’t matter whether she’s a girl or not, and then makes a callback to the last episode about his cavity, where Dormouse Mori wakes up to remind him to brush his teeth and then goes right back to sleep.

Mad Hatter Tamaki asks her a riddle about tuna, which isn’t really a riddle, and then yells at her when she gets it wrong, and the mannequin from the first beach episode returns, wearing the swimsuit Honey preferred, to offer wine. Hruhi points out it’s illegal for them to drink because they’re minors, and Tamaki and Honey say even though she’s not a very good Alice, she is pretty cute. The clocks strike three, and the hatter asks another riddle, how are he and her father similar?

He then asks her what else she’d do at Ouran, besides studying, and she’s confused by what else there is. And then we find out that the duchess is going to be executed.

Haruhi stands in as her lawyer, and a lot more presence is put onto the queen here. I wonder if this argument of a parent leaving their child for work was part of her own feelings, but she didn’t realise it. The king accuses her of breaking the vase, and Tamaki steps in to defend her, while also roasting the shit out of her for being boring. She then calls him by his name and the lights go up to reveal all the guests watching, and the other hosts appear and Ranka unmasks himself. He’s really happy to see her make ‘fine friends’. Until later on when he stands on Tamaki I guess, haha.

Of course, then we get the reveal that the queen is Kotoko, and for some reason it always makes me tear up. The clock chiming distantly as the dream fades out is sad.

And then we see the hosts dressed as their manga counterparts, which just makes me wish the black queen would step on me. I’d say enough about that, but now that the anime episode is over, it’s back to the manga, where black queen Kyoya is calling the team rats.

The team are immediately brought to the queen, to the dismay of Hikaru, who thought there’d be more action, and Kaoru bets it’s because they’re running out of pages. White rabbit Honey reappears with his double personality and dark mode, calling them vermin and telling them that if the queen had let him, he’d have finished them in an instant. The queen also justifies her executions and explains that everyone who’s caused trouble was also costing a lot of money, including the red queen. Haruhi feels the need to apologise for Ranka’s actions. Haruhi tells the queen that executions still aren’t right, and asks if she ever went to kindergarten (what kind of kindergarten teaches kids not to execute?) and the queen says no, she didn’t. The mad hatter then summons a giant griffon and it fights the black queen, and while that happens Haruhi finds a tiny Bereznoff eating a cookie in her pocket, and sends him to fight too. He grows large from the cookie, and presumably kills the queen? It’s not very clear. The last line explains that the queen and castle disappeared, and white rabbit Honey seems confused on where he goes, too. Nekozawa returns to become the White King, the Cheshire Twins, Mad Hatter, and White Rabbit argue over who’s going to marry Alice, only to turn around and find Alice is now Mori, and Haruhi wakes up from her dream to her mother Kyoya taking her home for dinner. The others are trapped in the dreamworld and Duchess Renge is still behind bars. Maybe the White King will save her, eh? Haha.

Episode 13… is a happy ending!

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