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The bot itself wasn't a worry. Really how much of a danger could it have been?!
The cave-in was another story and while he's had his fair share of close encounters like that this was... A little too close.
And his poor drone! Not completely destroyed and still repairable but damn it all his poor drone. He stole that rightfully he wasn't going to lose it now!
"Yeah all good. I think the clone's still operational lemme-" a click that told him that no, the clone wasn't still outside the cave. Probably crushed by a stray boulder.
Damnit!
"We're really in trouble now boyo... Whose idea was it again to fight a big bot like that?"
It sounded like it was one of his own. Not that it mattered. Seeing the bird fly off he decided to move around some rocks within the place just to get more comfortable for himself. "Might as well stay a while then! Course we could explore. OOoooo, what about a game? Surely there's treasure in here!.. Or guns! Possibilities are... Limited but what did a little exploring do to hurt anyone?!"
Casually he stretched, as if this cave-in wasn't a worry for him at the moment and bunkered down on some of the rocks he'd moved for himself as a crude chair.
"So what's the plan boyo. Drone's out, can't use that to help explore. Clone's on recharge fer a little while..." Well, perfect chance to sleep if there were no options! He's been needing to catch a sleep break.
#from-across-the-stars#muse: zane flynt#verse: we went to the same assassin bars ~ { zane bl3 verse }#sorry this is long lmfaoooo#boyo really said 'is for me??' and went head-first LMFAO
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Behind the cash register of the little toy shop, Molly was trying to use the slow day at the store to catch up on school work she misses while working. She was falling behind farther than she’d or her teachers like and couldn’t afford any more late assignments. Needing to concentrate, she only raised her head from her work when she heard the front door open.
And she froze.
She knew she wasn’t suppose to judge a book by it’s cover, but he looked a lot like the kind of street thugs that would steal and vandalize from small shops. Just like this one. She knew their new store was in a shady area, but she had really hoped they wouldn’t have had to deal with this kind of thing. They really couldn’t afford to fix any windows or walls. She was the only one even in the building today as Lorelai was at school and her father had stepped out for “inspiration” which probably meant he was just going to buy more candy. But they also couldn’t afford to chase away a potential customer. She’d just keep a super close eye on him, just in case.
So, donning her customer service smile, she spoke up.
“Welcome to the Blyndeff Toy Emporium, sir. Let me know if you need help with anything or have any questions!”
#from-across-the-stars#(* shoves a child at Hobie * Adopt her pls!)#Now That's What I Call a Bear Trap | Molly Blyndeff (ic)
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"Hey, pointdexter! Can I shoot one of your little 'minions' out of my canon? I wanna see what happens, you know, for science."
- ✩ 「 @from-across-the-stars 」 ✩
「 ☆ 」 Licorice did not yelp at the abrupt and unexpected intrusion. They didn’t. Even if they DID, it barely qualified as such. A small startled sound, unworthy of laughter and certainly not bringing a flush of heat to their face… Anyway— Irritably grumbling as they fix their appearance, straightening their robes and brushing sweet locks out of their eyes, Licorice aims an annoyed look at Gumball. Face scrunched up in a blatant show of ‘ why are you like this? ’, the others question drags out an aghast sputter from the necromancer.
❝ Wh-What?? You can’t be serious! ❞ For someone so adamant about their wicked ways and damned demeanor, Licorice seems unfathomably concerned about potentially putting one of their ‘ minions ’ in harm’s way. For being servants meant to tend to dark and sinister plots, brought to life by the self-taught wizard’s magic, Licorice is acting as if Gumball suggested they strap explosives onto children. ❝ You want to know what will happen? They’d get blasted out of a blasted canon! THAT’S what would happen! ❞
Abruptly realizing that this isn’t good for the ‘ untouchable ’ persona they repeatedly try and FAIL to show in front of others— especially the troublesome candy-coated artist —Licorice clears their throat into a closed fist, the sound arguably drawing MORE attention to their flustered state. Gaze averted to the side, cheeks are a pink that could rival Gumball’s hair. Standing there stiffly, hands start to anxiously twist the ends of their robe, ❝ B-Besides... Those are MY servants of darkness, and- I don’t feel like sharing. ❞
There. That’s a suitably selfish reason to deny Gumball’s request. It’s not that Licorice is sentimental about their minions. They just feel like being difficult... 「 ☆ 」
#(( *jumpscares on this blog by throwing some Gay onto the dash* ))#gacha-pcn#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ’ᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ ʟɪᴍɪᴛꜱ; ‘ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴀʏꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ❞ ¦ 「 Licorice IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏʀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Licorice 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ! ❞ ¦ 「 Gumball 」#from-across-the-stars#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪꜱ ᴜɢʟʏ; ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Licorice and Gumball 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ; ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」
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@from-across-the-stars asked: Gundham approaches the princess with intent, a man on a mission with a hard glint in his eyes as he comes to a stop before her with a flutter of fabric behind him. "I have...a proposition for you, my dark queen. You said once before you do not wish a shield, yes? That you wished to protect yourself, and not rely on others? I know you hold skill in the arts of blackpowder and steel, but what of more primitive combat? One is more likely to engage in a battle of fists than much else in this accursed world, after all." Something Gundham seemed to know all to well... //sorry saw you wanting a thread where someone teaches sonia to punch and gunnie is more than happy to help uwu
Unprompted IC asks - Accepting from mutuals!
For a moment, Sonia thought her fatigue had her hallucinating: since when did Gundham Tanaka use the gym at Hope's Peak?
In her case, it was much more obvious: beyond keeping her mind sharp and her etiquette polished, the Princess of Novoselic was also required to remain fit and in shape. One, to counter all of the fried and sweet foods she enjoyed, even more now that she'd come to study in Japan (tempura! karaage! Every themed café she found the time to try!). And two, because royal protocol demanded it. Every member of the family needed to set an example for the nation, and that included maintaining a level of health and fitness to help defend the country if necessary and stave off infirmities brought on by laziness and obesity.
Still, she hit the stop button on the treadmill once she was sure she'd spotted him. The weather hadn't cooperated that day so taking her run outside was out of the question, so Sonia had resorted to the treadmill, running for as long and hard as she could. That is, until Gundham had sauntered in, just when she thought she'd had that particular gym to herself. And for good reason: Sonia didn't let anyone see her in her current state. High-waisted leggings, a crop top, her blonde hair clumsily thrown into a high ponytail with a few pale strands sticking to her forehead, and her face flushed a deep rose from the exertion of her exercise. It wasn't exactly very becoming of a princess to look so disheveled and breathless. A military uniform would be acceptable...but not this.
And curse her if she wanted her friends, she wanted him, to see a certain image she wanted to portray. Someone who was capable and didn't show fear, for example.
"Th-that's correct," She panted, attempting to breathe steadily as she stepped off the machine. Reaching for a white hand towel draped over one of the supports, she dabbed at the sweat on her cheeks, nose, and forehead. She could do that much: not drip sweat all over him. "I prefer to protect myself when able. Though it's said that it is inappropriate for a princess to participate in fisticuffs: guns are acceptable, though. They are both a military necessity and a gaming pursuit."
And it was an easy way to explain the various weapons stashed about her dormitory at Hope's Peak, her elegant bedchamber in Novoselic Castle...and pretty much every living space owned and occupied by the Royal Family. If anyone tried to break in, Sonia was merely seconds from grabbing a pistol secured behind a headboard or beneath a bed frame, and that didn't include the guns stowed away in various, far more hidden enclosures. Or the designated weapons closet her dorm had been outfitted with before moving in: a Novoselic requirement the school had no choice but to allow.
It didn't make for the friendliest conversation topics, Sonia thought, so she'd omitted it in favor of her occult interests and Gundham's animals. Far more appropriate, she'd decided, than her vast amount and proficiency with various things that could be shot or exploded.
"I'm not sure if I'm more likely to encounter a firearm or more...primitive combat, as you call it," She admitted, brushing some of the flyaway hairs out of her forehead. They plastered themselves to the rest of her haphazard updo. "What exactly did you have in mind, Tanaka-san? Do you possess combat skills I have yet to discover?" Hesitancy had been replaced by Sonia's far more typical traits: intrigue and curiosity. Two things she had in abundance, especially when Gundham was concerned.
#more-than-a-princess answered#from-across-the-stars#Non-Despair AU: Hope's Peak Academy verse#(No worries! Feel free to send me random asks whenever you like)#(I think this is a great thread idea!)#(Have a fitness-minded Sonia)#(She does exercise frequently because her family insists. And she likes a lot of unhealthy food)
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"Hey uh, hey Kichi? Don't freak out, but you got a spider crawin' on ya." //: )
- ✩ 「 @from-across-the-stars 」 ✩
「 ☆ 」 Don’t freak out? Don’t. Freak. Out. Kaz might as well have told Kokichi’s heart to stop beating, or tongue to start tasting, or bandana to stop being dizzying to the senses. From the moment the words ‘ spider ’ and ‘ crawlin’ on ya ’ were uttered, there was no chance of this ending in any way aside from a massive Freak Out.
What can Kokichi say? He’s scared of HATES spiders.
❝ WHAT?? ❞
Without even checking to see if Kazuichi is telling the truth— or thinking to check, honestly —Kokichi is already flailing his arms and shaking his body in a misguided attempt to fling the beast off him. Mind going wild with all manners of large, hairy, possibly poisonous, definitely bite-y arachnids, he doesn’t ask any further questions. Again, nor does he think to. There’s apparently a spider on him and that is ALL the information he needs. With the haste of the little leader’s actions, one might think all spiders held a personal vendetta against him.
Frantically brushing at his clothes, his hair, his EVERYTHING to try and get the assailant away, Kokichi has no faith in his actions. ❝ Get it off get it off get it off get it off get it oFF OF ME!!! ❞ He whines, the part of his brain that desperately tries to cling to common sense chastising him for panicking. Never mind that it’s embarrassing as HELL— and will require a lot of damage control once it’s over —but it also does nothing to make saving him any easier...
But whatever. Fuck it. There’s a spider and he wants it OFF. 「 ☆ 」
#(( WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM dfjkngjdkfgdf ))#(( he has been on NOthing but his BEST BEHAVIOR.... definitely XD ))#not-bcring#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ; ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜱᴘᴀɪʀ ❞ ¦ 「 Kokichi IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟ; ᴄ’ᴍᴏɴ ɴᴏᴡ! ❞ ◌ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴇᴠ. ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Kokichi 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇᴄʜᴀɴɪᴄ ❞ ¦ 「 Kazuichi 」#from-across-the-stars#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴏʙᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ꜰʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ; ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Kokichi and Kazuichi 」
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"Hey, Hiyoko." Voice hushed, though still unknowingly audible to passerby's thanks so his...lackluster hearing, Kazuichi leaned in close to the dancer in a totally not suspicious manner. "Teru just made a batch of cookie, but he had Nekomaru put them where no one can reach." A pause for dramatics and to nervously glance around to make sure no one was listening. "...You wanna help me steal 'em?" Between her small, easily lifetable size and love of sweets, Hiyoko seemed the perfect type for such a heist. //heyo uwu may i interest you in my bubblegum boy c:
Hiyoko looked around, seemingly unaware of the pink haired boy speaking to her.
"Huuhhhhh, weird, I thought I heard some virgin say my name."
This didn't last long however, as she finally caught up to the next thing he said. 'Cookies...?' Hiyoko's eyes now locked firmly on Kazuichi.
"Ha, I was right!"
She kept staring him down while she thought about what he said.
"So your plan is to have me try to reach a place only Nekomaru can reach?"
Hiyoko shrunk down a little, realising what the boy's plans were.
"Waah, You're not planning on carrying me! There's no way I'd let a creep like you touch me!"
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“You know, Persephone, when I said I wanted your help to reach Yomi, I didn’t mean like this. Also, really? A trident? You’re going to kill me with Poseidon’s dinner fork?”
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@from-across-the-stars continued from here
Kazuichi must have been pretty off-kilter to be knocked over by the walking twig that was Nagito. For his part, the white-haired boy stumbled backwards in response and ended up catching himself on the wall. It was just his luck though that he would find out that his classmate was an actual werewolf by complete accident. Bumping into him like this wasn’t overly unusual but to think that an off-hand comment that had just popped into his head upon seeing his haggard appearance would lead to basically a full confession.
“Oh? I was right? Well, lucky guesses kind of come with the territory.” A certain curiosity was alight in his eyes following the information as he watched Kazuichi’s every move like he was seeing him for the first time. The state of his appearance, the stuff in the bag he had with him, the way he absolutely demolished that granola bar as if he hadn’t seen food in days... It all presented pieces of a rather interesting picture.
He should maybe not be as relaxed as he was, especially considering that one of the substances staining the other’s clothes appeared to be blood, something that could have a few explanations but none of which were particularly good. But really, if one of the symbols of hope wanted to maul him to death, he couldn’t complain that much.
“I never thought I’d see Soda-kun’s face look so scary. You seem serious.” Or he did until he started lamenting how he could’ve handled this situation better which slotted the final piece into the picture of Kaz not having this under control. And on top of that, Nagito punctuated his sentence with an unfitting light-hearted laugh.
“I’m not trying to get you in trouble. Maybe I could help you.” He moved forward, offering his hand to his fallen classmate. “I know I’m not the most useful but you seem like you’re dealing with a lot.”
And maybe if he stuck around he would get to see the wolf. He wants to see the doggo.
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@from-across-the-stars replied to your post:
hfskdf you know gunnies gonna [REDACTED]
“G-Gundham!!” She’s clutching her pearls!
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~Answered~
@from-across-the-stars asked:
"Dude fucking relax, I'm not gonna bite ya or anything, I promise!" Kazuichi had to hold back the quip of 'unless you want me to' lest he freak out Leon even more, practically able to feel the nerves coming off of him where the mechanic's hands simply sat on his shoulders.
...Or maybe that was all him simply projecting onto his friend, Kazuichi's own nerves alight with this stupid plan of theirs. "Just- I dunno, pretend I'm a chick or something- Or no wait, don't. That...would kinda defeat the purpose of all this, aha..." He gives a nervous laugh, fingers flexing against the leather of Leon's jacket as he tried to get a handle on himself.
"Just...close your eyes, alright? We can stop whenever you want to..." He reassured before leaning towards Leon, the ghost of his breath against the wannabe musician's lips the only warning he got before Kaz was gently pressing a kiss to them, waiting to see if Leon wanted to take the lead or not... //:)
To be honest, Leon had partially been joking when he’d suggested they kiss.
Partially.
Not that he wasn’t interested in it at all; mostly he’d just been thinking more than a few thoughts as of later in regards to the kind of people he was romantically attracted to (i.e.; more than just the ladies) and was willing to at least test the waters in the...other end of the pool? No, that was a weird way to phrase it.
And he knew Soda was cool about this kind of stuff, and would probably be true to his word about stopping if he really wanted to, if it didn’t end up doing anything for him.
But...still...
It was kind of nerve-racking to just approach your bro and be like ‘Hey, man, can I kiss you to test something out?’, and was even more nerve-racking when he agreed to it.
Not to mention, he wasn’t exactly as smooth as he’d claimed to be when it came to kissing ladies. What made him think it would be any easier with a guy?
Although Soda’s reassurance’s were helping to an extent, and the closing-the-eyes thing was a good tip-
And then Soda’s lips were against his, any and all of his usual cool guy attitude completely knocked out of him as his nerves suddenly returned in full force.
But...the kissing itself wasn’t terrible. Bit rougher than what he was used to, but then again, it wasn’t as if he had a lot of experience kissing girls either.
Hmm.
After a moment of letting it linger, he was tempted to take the lead and see what would happen. What he actually ended up doing was breaking the kiss and pulling back, dazed blue eyes meeting Soda’s.
“So...” he began weakly. “Okay, so it’s not weird that it’s with a dude. I think.” Okay, good start, idiot. “But I, uh...might’ve just realized that I don’t know a whole lot about kissing anyone.”
#Asks#from-across-the-stars#Leon Speaks#Go; Greased Lightnin'; You're Burning Up The Quarter Mile (Kazuichi)#All That Glitters Is Gold; Only Shooting Stars Break The Mold (Leon and Kazuichi)#(KGHSGSJHJF I'm learning a lot about Leon today)#(Apparently he's chill with kissing dudes but kissing in general is pretty new to him)
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@from-across-the-stars sent from Boone, my beloved
❝When’s the last time you ate?❞
West gave a shrug, taking a large sip of water and ignoring his stomach growling. Re-configuring these little radioactive rockets into actual use for his laser weapon was... pretty dangerous. And mighty stupid. This sniper fella was a good enough guy to check on the idiot fucking with radioactive isotopes for the better part of the day in Novac.
West glanced up to the guy, “Might not wanna get too close.” He went back to his work station, keeping the bottle of water and bottle of Rad Away and bag of Rad-X across the yard. “I’m okay for now. What time is it?” He glanced to his Pip-Boy sitting beside his safe from radiation items, clearly asking Boone to look on it for him as he was half a yard away.
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Fuyuhiko wished he could say that this was the first time he woke up with a splitting headache in an unknown location, hands bound. Sadly, that wasn’t the case. Luckily, due to his vast experience with this kind of thing, he could instantly tell that whoever was responsible for this either didn’t know who exactly they’d just kidnapped or were complete fucking amateurs. His legs weren’t even bound, and his hands were tied together in the front. In only one place! And it wasn’t even that tight! He hadn’t looked at the knot yet, but he bet it was shit, too.
Despite the pain throbbing in the back of his head, he tried to remember what happened leading up to this. There... was something he was suppose to be doing... something he was suppose to be getting. He was meeting with someone for it too, but...
He couldn’t remember anything else until he heard a pained grunt coming from behind him. “Souda?” he whispered harshly. That’s right, he and Kazuichi were going out to buy supplies for the next class event. They had almost gotten to the shopping district when he was suddenly grabbed and pulled into an alley. He would’ve been able to fight them off easily if he had been alone, but with a gun to his classmate’s head, he hesitated. Before he could recover, his attacker struck and knocked him unconscious. And now, they were both here.
#from-across-the-stars#(fuyu: this kidnapping is a fucking disgrace 1/10)#Kill or Be Killed | ic#You Guys Aren't Like Me | Non-Despair Verse
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Just a few weeks ago, both Chiaki and the arcade machine she lived in were happily situated in one of the many spaces where humans leave anything they don’t want anymore. She honestly loved living there as she could find anything she could ever want; humans were extremely wasteful creatures. So, it was very much understatement to say that she was annoyed to wake up to find her home had been relocated inside a human’s. Especially when how she was awoken was by said human taking her home apart.
Obviously, she didn’t want to reveal herself, but she did feel obligated to get some kind of retribution. She boded some time as she thought of how to get her revenge. Once the human, who was what was referred to as a “teenage boy”, had put her home back together, she found that the game worked again like it did when she first moved in before they were relocated to the garbage wasteland. With that, she had the perfect plan.
Over the next weeks, whenever she would overhear him celebrating a new high score, the thing fairy would wait until he left before sneaking out to play the game herself using her carefully constructed strategy for playing games with controls bigger than herself. She would play until she had gotten exactly one point more than the human’s score then let the game end. She had stolen the high score at least once a day since she started, and even she could tell that he wasn’t happy about it. She thought it served him right, though, so she paid him no more mind than that. If she had, maybe she wouldn’t be in her current predicament.
Apparently, the human had reset the high scores, possibly to try and fix whatever “glitch” was messing with his high scores, but that just meant Chiaki could mess with him some more. She never expected some kind of mesh net to fall from the ceiling the moment she started the game, trapping her underneath and pinning her to the ground. The fall knocked the wind out of her and made her head spin, so she didn’t notice when the boy came rushing back in. When he first looked at his trap, it would just look like a dark teal Luna Moth had gotten caught in it, but upon closer inspection, her true nature would be revealed.
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@from-across-the-stars asked: “Your life story isn’t news.” //from gundham uwu
“I know you from the news” starters
"Unfortunately, I do not think everyone shares your view," Sonia told him simply, staring after the girl who now skittered away, a bit deflated by her interaction with the Princess. She wasn't about to let such an event spoil their lunch. At least the Dark Devas seemed unperturbed by the interruption, which she was grateful for.
Sitting outside the Main Course building with Gundham, it had been her first task to divest her sandwich, made with some sort of multi-grain bread, of all of the sunflower seeds baked into its crust. Four pairs of beady, pleading eyes would not let her enjoy her meal otherwise: bento boxes would have dissuaded them, Sonia thought, but that afternoon she'd had a craving for a taste of home. Even if it would involve sharing her meal with hamsters. And they were all about to eat in peace, Sonia so close to indulging the taste of melted cheese and basil when...
...a familiar dustjacket had been all but thrust before her blue eyes. Glancing to the book's source, she found a fellow member of Hope's Peak's Main Course, another Ultimate just like them, holding out a copy of the latest authorized biography of the Novoselic Royal Family and eagerly awaiting the Ultimate Princess's response to sign it. The other girl was eager, too: despite her own talent and reasons to attend the school, she seemed to have a fascination with royals and royal life in general. It had taken nearly five minutes for Sonia to decline the autograph (she wasn't permitted to give her signature unless the Royal Family allowed it), decline a photo (for the same reason), and answer, as concisely and politely as possible, the various questions she had about the Princess of Novoselic and her life back home. The sorts of people she knew, the places she visited, what her family owned and how much influence she'd have on politics and high society upon completing her studies.
Sonia, mercifully, had been spared from the book's official release: having been deemed not important enough to take the future Queen away from her schooling and official duties in Japan, she thought she'd avoided another bout with the press, complete with photo calls and recorded interviews, until her own fellow students had decided to take the task up themselves. She was familiar with the Japanese obsession with France and French culture, to the point the Japanese government had a dedicated office to field crushing disappointments from their citizens' first trips to France and having their fashionable visions dashed, but the royal fascination in Japan was still somewhat new to her.
A learning experience, King Alexandre of Novoselic had insisted upon her initial departure from home. One that she would have faced, with some reluctance but nevertheless, outside of the school's gates.
"I really just wanted a normal school experience here," She continued, one finger reaching out to pet San-D on the head. At least she seemed to be content with the strange turn of events that had derailed a quiet lunch. "My life shouldn't be news, and yet it never fails to become such. Perhaps I shouldn't have made my parents agree to keep Royal security off school grounds and for official events only, but if they were here I think my title would be more of a spectacle."
She sighed, though her attention was diverted to the hamsters. Setting her uneaten sandwich point aside, she reached out with both hands to offer pets to any of the Devas who wanted them. "I envy you sometimes," She smiled, though it lacked its usual luster, "When animals adore you, they adore you for you and the kindness you bestow upon them. Nothing more...it is just who you are that they want and need, and not what you are."
#more-than-a-princess answered#from-across-the-stars#Non-Despair AU: Hope's Peak Academy verse#(I know you from the news starters)#(hello! thank you for the ask)#(I hope this works for you! Please let me know if there's anything you'd like changed)
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"Oh no you fucking don't!" Snatching Kokichi with arms around his waist, but not lifting, not without a warning first in the form of his hold lingering with a light but stationary tug upwards while he held the leader in place for a moment, Kaz pushed their dorm door shut with a firm kick despite missing the first time he tried. "You need to sleep, and don't tell me you don't 'cause I know you fucking do." After all, he'd been awake for just as long.
"I'm right here, Kichi." Said in a softer tone this time as he maneuvered them to the bed and set Kokichi down. "I have a wrench, and if anyone comes for ya, I'm not afraid to use it. You know I'm not." Kaz had long since proven he'd come to Kokichi's aid if the need arose, or even if it didn't. "Just lay down for a bit, okay?" A pause. "You want one of our shirts?"
- ✩ 「 @from-across-the-stars 」 ✩
「 ☆ 」 They’ve been worse lately... The nightmares. The feeling of someone WATCHING him as he attempts to drift into vulnerability sleep. And not his boyfriends’, whose eyes used to be enough to keep the others somewhat at bay. The buzzing beneath his skin. In his skull. The back of his neck. Like needles relentlessly stabbed into a doll of his likeness. Honestly, Kokichi wouldn’t be surprised to learn that was the case. It’d be a relief to find out his insomnia was caused by some supernatural-dabbling peer he managed to piss off. At least then there’d be a proper explanation for it aside from ‘ bouts of encompassing and convincing fear ’.
And a feasible way to STOP it.
Exhaustion makes his limbs heavy, his movements clumsy and sluggish... Knowing that Kazuichi is going to catch him even before those arms are snugly around his waist, Kokichi can’t resist the urge to try and run anyway. He’s never been one to stop trying, even when fighting a losing battle. It’s the only reason he’s still here. Groaning dramatically to show his displeasure at being caught, but going trustingly completely limp in Kaz’s hold, brows furrow and lips pucker in a childish pout. Kazuichi has earned that much, with all the trouble Kokichi put him through just to get to THIS point. Especially while he’s battling his own tiredness.
... Kokichi still gives a little defiant wiggle though, just to show he can.
Refusing to look at Kazuichi— not wanting to see a similarly-fatigued look in his boyfriend’s eyes —frustrated expression softens alongside Kazuichi’s voice. Replaced with a guilt that gnaws at his stomach, creating pained cramps that give him even less hope of slipping into rest. Let alone a peaceful one. Yet Kokichi grows perfectly still when he’s set on the bed, not making any moves to run away despite how fervently he had fought to evade it. At the mention of shirts, Kokichi’s body tenses for a moment. Not out of fear, but interest.
Shown in the way his gaze flits up to look at Kazuichi, clearly wanting, lips parting slightly as if to reply— before he thinks better of it. Hastily looking down, Kokichi huffs, ❝ If anyone needs to sleep, it’s YOU. ❞ Not mentioning the shirts— he doesn’t want to blatantly turn them down, but he can’t accept the comfort either —he focuses on the true issue, ❝ And don’t tell me you don’t ‘cause I know you fucking do. ❞ Parroting Kaz’s words, right down to the articulation, Kokichi then stubbornly adds, ❝ You’ve been up JUST as long as I have. Maybe even longer... So, how about you lie your ass down and get some rest and I’ll keep watch. ❞
It’s not that Kokichi doesn’t trust Kazuichi to stay awake, no matter how exhausted the mechanic is... It’s that he KNOWS Kaz would. Which is why Kokichi can’t even attempt to rest. It won’t do any good, anyway. Not with how much he’d be worrying about his boyfriend. It’s not right. Besides, Kokichi is used to being the one staying up to protect those who are depending on him... And he doesn’t trust Kaz to try and sleep unless he’s forced into it. ❝ I’ll get some rest afterward. ❞ He lies. 「 ☆ 」
#(( kokichi out here like 'no you sleep First' fdjknfgjkdfgd ))#not-bcring#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ; ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜱᴘᴀɪʀ ❞ ¦ 「 Kokichi IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟ; ᴄ’ᴍᴏɴ ɴᴏᴡ! ❞ ◌ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴇᴠ. ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Kokichi 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇᴄʜᴀɴɪᴄ ❞ ¦ 「 Kazuichi 」#from-across-the-stars#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ; ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Kokichi and Kazuichi 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴏʙᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ꜰʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴɢ; ʙɪɴɢ ʙ��ɴɢ: ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ! ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」
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