#please let me know if i've gotten anything wrong here or if you have mechanics thoughts!!

[villadiodatis]

Fantasy High Junior Year: level 10

As psyched as I am for the jokes and character moments we'll get with FHJY, I am a mechanics nerd at heart, so! Here is a preview of what awaits the Bad Kids when they hit Level 10. This assumes no one multiclasses into a new class.

Adaine

Adaine's level up is relatively simple: as a level 10 Divination wizard, she gets an ability called The Third Eye. Once per long rest, she can use her action to gain darkvision (not useful, since she already has it as an elf), see into the Ethereal Plane, read any language, or see invisible creatures/objects within 10 feet. This lasts until she is incapacitated or takes a short/long rest.

She will also learn an additional cantrip and get another 5th level spell slot, and she can add two new wizard spells of level 1-5 to her spellbook.

Fabian

Fabian could hit level 7 in fighter or level 4 in bard. At level 7, Battlemaster Fighters get an additional maneuver and superiority die, plus a feature called Know Your Enemy, which allows him to determine if other creatures he interacts with outside of combat are his equal, superior, or inferior in terms of ability scores, AC, level, and HP.

If he takes another level in bard (remember, he dances now!), he'll get a new cantrip, another 2nd-level spell slot, a new 1st or 2nd level spell, and an ability score improvement or feat. There are a million directions he could go with an ASI or feat, so I won't speculate here.

Fig

Fig will be either level 9 in bard or level 2 in warlock. As a 9th-level bard, she gets an additional 4th level spell slot, her Song of Rest goes from a d6 to a d8, and the big one: she gets a 5th-level spell slot. There are a few options here, but some that I think Emily could be absolutely devastating with are Dominate Person, Geas, Mislead, Scrying, Seeming, or one that I've seen make a lot of trouble in other actual plays, Modify Memory.

If she takes another level in warlock, she gets an additional warlock (1st-level) spell slot, another 1st-level warlock spell, and two Eldritch Invocations. There are also some that would be incredible for Fig--some that do things like strengthen her Eldritch Blast, but particularly Mask of Many Faces, which lets her cast Disguise Self without using a spell slot, or Misty Visions, which lets her cast Silent Image without using a spell slot. Fig may be getting more comfortable being herself, but she's still gonna find a way to cause trouble.

Gorgug

Gorgug could hit level 9 in barbarian or level 2 in artificer. If he goes with barbarian, he gains Brutal Critical, which means he gets to roll an extra damage die (d12 with his Heavy Metal Axe) whenever he scores a critical hit. Additionally, his Rage Damage bonus increases to +3.

If he goes with artificer, things get more complicated, and very fun. Level 2 artificers get Infuse Item--basically, he can create magic items. He'll be able to pick 4 infusions off of the table, and can have 2 infused items at a time. Some options that catch my eye: Enhanced Arcane Focus, Enhanced Defense or Weapon, Homunculus Servant, or Replicate Magic Item, which would let him make items like a bag of holding or rope of climbing.

Kristen

In addition to a second 5th level spell slot and a new cantrip, Kristen Applebees will get access to an incredibly exciting feature that I would bet money on Ally using in an insane, perfect story moment: Divine Intervention. By rolling a d100 and getting your cleric level or lower (so 1-10 for Kristen, a 10% chance) (D20 has done this as hitting a 19 or 20 on a d20), Kristen can ask Cassandra to intervene on her behalf in a way that Brennan decides. If you've seen The Seven, you may remember Ostentatia's successful Divine Intervention, when Logren shattered the aspect of fire, put a vein of mithral under Elmville, and ended Charity Blythe's Greater Invisibility. I am very eager to see what happens with it.

Riz

Riz's next level is very simple, but brings a lot of options. At level 10, rogues get an ability score improvement or feat. There are a lot of useful feats for rogues, and ASIs are always helpful, so frankly I won't even begin to speculate.

And of course, they may go in an entirely new direction, whether with homebrew, multiclass, or something I haven't thought of! I'm so excited to see where this goes, and I can't wait to see where the players bring these characters.

#d20 #dimension20 #dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #fig faeth #adaine abernant #kristen applebees #riz gukgak #gorgug thistlespring #fabian seacaster #please let me know if i've gotten anything wrong here or if you have mechanics thoughts!! #zoe does stuff #i'll probably do another one of these when it airs for future levels cause this was. very fun #shoutout to everyone who does these for critical role

[bespokeminutiae]

Cassti is my protag and I love her so have some headcanons!!

Disclaimer: I have not finished the game. I've only played through the Cassti's chapter 2.

Please do not put spoilers on my post!!

Honestly I was not expecting to like her as much as I do but from the start she's been so damned compelling. I love her.

Very pragmatic

She's the epitome of "I'm a healer, but."

Like this is a deeply kind and compassionate woman but like. Do no harm take no shit. Some problems can best be solved with rest and fluids and an herbal tincture. Some problems can best be solved with a battle axe.

Extremely smart, like at the top of her field as an apothecary.

The second any of the other travelers realize how much medical knowledge she has they start pressuring her to write books or teach or found a medical school or something. Half of them even have ideas for how to fund it!

...She'll consider it if/when her joints start to go bad and she can't travel anymore.

So pre-amnesia Cassti was probably a lesbian (and in love with Malaya), but I feel like she's still reconstructing her sense of self post-amnesia and is more open than she would have been otherwise because there just. Isn't anything for her to go on.

She ends up poly and bi, in a polycule with Throné, Hikari, and Partitio.

Said polycule was originally just Throne, HIkari, and Cassti, and had not really progressed beyond a mutual acknowledgement of attraction and an understanding that maybe we'll do something about this sexual tension After The War TM, but Partitio is very free with physical affection and eventually broke down the walls between all four of them without meaning to.

For Partitio, Cassti is attracted to his optimism and charm and strong sense of right and wrong, as well as his determination to back up any of the ridiculous moves he made in the name of doing the right thing. He's not just bluster, he always puts in the work to back up his word and she likes that. He's also an easy mark to tease and that's fun.

Hikari was the first companion Cassti met on the road, and Cassti's first close companion post-amnesia. She's attracted to his grace and dignity, as well as his strong sense of duty and strong moral compass. They have similar worldviews and perspectives on a lot of things, despite coming from very different backgrounds.

Cassti's attracted to Throné because I'm a long-time thief/apothecary shipper and I'm not stopping now of Throne's sharp wit and sense of humor, as well as her grace and sense of fashion. She also admires Throné's determination to pursue her goals and is a little jealous of Throné's ability to be selfish, and really wants to see who Throné becomes once she's free of the collar.

...Every one of Cassti's partners made the first move. Cassti's very reserved and pragmatic and in the wake of the amnesia was really not looking for romance (let alone so much of it). She's not really sure how she ended up here, but she's happy.

She's always been somewhat reserved and a bit of a workaholic, but it's only gotten worse since she amnesia because her medical knowledge is all she has left.

Lost what few coping mechanisms she had in the war

Is a good patient as long as she's the only patient. Is a terrible patient the second someone else is also injured

Every time it is suggested that she get a hobby for relaxation purposes, she somehow manages to turn it back into work. Loves gardening! Only grows medicinal plants, etc.

She and Throné have chronic "No, let ME help YOU." at each other.

Gender-wise, Cassti is pretty solidly in the middle of the butch/femme spectrum. She'd probably be actually more butch, except her gender presentation is more about managing other people's expectations first and expressing her own preferences second.

Like seriously. She's designed her entire presentation around "Even if you only catch the hem of her skirt out of the corner of your eye, you know you've seen a member of Eir's apothecaries and can ask for help if you need it."

Like Temenos, she also feels that presenting as the gender she's chosen to present as is the one that grants her the most social benefits on the path she's chosen to walk.

She would not consider herself trans or nonbinary, but she's not at all attached to her femininity. The skirt uniform and long hair and she/her pronouns just contribute to the impression she wants to give off, which is "helpful apothecary."

People who had a hand in Cassti's dancer outfit: Agnea, Partitio, Throné

People who did not have a hand in Cassti's dancer outfit: Cassti

#octopath traveler 2 #octopath castti #castti florenz #octopath meta #meta #hahahaha i complained about temenos' being long and castti's is longer #she's my favorite your honor #I can't help it #this one has a ton of ship info though. #long post #also!!! feel free to talk to me about these headcanons if you want

[fluffcakeproductions]

So I've been thinking about how yandere usm, tssm, raimi or any others you would like to add. Would react to there beloved breaking up with them maybe in person or on a call?

Yandere USM, TSSM, Raimi, and PS4 Otto reacting to you breaking up with them.

USM

“No…come on, angel. Don’t say that.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s the truth.”

Otto stared at you through his thick, red, spectacles, in a sick type of confusion. “No, you’ve gotten it all wrong. It’s all fake, I’m telling you. I do love you.” He said, approaching you.

“You’re sick, twisted, and demented.” You told him bitterly. “I can’t take this anymore. I thought you could change with me here, but it turns out that I can’t.” You backed away from him, trying to show some sympathy. “No more, it’s over.” You said once more, and left the house, turning back and tears falling down your face as you walked away, before suddenly, you felt yourself be grabbed by something, as you felt yourself be wrapped by something. “What the hell-?” You said, and you were then bought over to the man’s face.

You could practically see the red hearts in his eyes, as he let out a terrifying grin. “No- This can’t end. You can’t leave me- you can’t!! And you won’t.” He said, as he was starting to drag you back out the window, as he wanted to move back to his hideout. “You- you will stay with me. You WILL stay with me.” He repeated, bringing you towards him as he hugged you, you still tied up in his huge mechanical arm.

“My poor little rabbit, confused…no?” He said, tilting his head towards you as you bitterly shook your head. “NO!!! OTTO YOU-“ You continued, before he shushed you by covering your mouth. “Yes, yes. You’re having some sort of whiplash…but I can help you. I can make you feel better. Let’s go now, dear. Let’s go.” He said, as you both disappeared under a manhole.

TSSM

“It’s over.”

What?

He felt as his heart stopped as he got up from his desk, and he felt himself grow dizzy, as other scientist looked over at the man, clutching his phone, almost scraping it. “Eh? Honey- I- This is some sort of joke, right?” He said, sweating, him panting heavily. “No-No-Please…where are you at?” He said, feeling himself fumble out his pass as he was already walking out the room. “No- Please, tell me. Where are you?” He said, rushing out.

“It’s none of your business. Listen, it’s over. That’s all you need to know. I’m going to get my stuff from your house. I don’t want you near me anymore.” You said, your soft voice now sounding sharp to the scientist. “No- Please- WHY??” He almost cried out, as he began to hyperventilate, stumbling over to the elevator.

“I- I know what you did, Octavius. I know what you did to my sister. I know why she’s gone.” You replied, your voice coming out as a whisper, but still so sharp that it could pierce the strongest metal.

Otto sputtered, knowing damn well he did everything in his power to tear up that eavesdropping wench of a policewoman that was getting suspicious of him, and he knew that she was taken care of, and that cover up story about the other villains doing it, it was perfect. He had everything covered, and you knew- you were the LAST person who should’ve known-

“Please, it’s not true-I didn’t do it! Just trust me- I didn’t do it, Trust the man you love, please- Please…” He begged, walking down the hallway, before he bumped into a sturdy figure, causing him to drop his phone, and he looked up, gulping hard.

“What do you think you’re doing, Octavius? Get back to work.” Osborn said, frowning down at him.

“Mr. Osborn!” He yelped. “I-I-I thought you were going to take the day off- you weren’t-“ he stammered, picking up his phone.

“We have work to do later, and besides, this is my company. I run things around here, and you’re just a cog that’s needed to run these facilities. Now, go clear up, you look like you’ve ran a marathon and barely lost anything.” The tall red haired man said, backing the smaller man into the stairs. “I expect you to work hard today.” He said, and walked off.

Otto slowly picked up the phone again, only to find out you hung up.

It’s over it’s over it’s over it’s over it’s over it’s over it’s over it’s over it’s over it’s over it’s over it’s over it’s over nononononononononNONONONO-

He covered his face as he went walking back to his office, stopping at the men’s room, opening it up, and then walking inside. He turned on a sink and looked at himself in the wall as he slammed his hands on said sink, and ripping the faucet off, slamming it into the mirror, and staring at the broken mirror as he screamed in a blind fury, and then proceeded to cry, occasionally screaming out your name.

Otto then slowly laid on the floor, crying out meekly, occasional male Oscorp employees walking in and then backing away at the disaster that laid in front of them.

I can get you back.

I can get you back.

I can get you back.

I can.

I can.

ICANICANICANICANICANICANICANICANICANICANICANICANICANICAN

Raimi

“Hey, Otto, do you wanna come over to the cafe near the university? I need to tell you something important.” He heard your voice say over the radio, as he agreed, and before you knew it, you were sitting across from each other in a dining table.

“I got your message, what is it that you wanted to tell me?” He said, looking into your eyes.

“I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

He stopped, and looked aback. “Wh-What?” He sputtered out, utterly confused. “N-No. This can’t be. I-We’re supposed to be together, no matter what!” He said, and you shook your head. “No. You see, you…you’re changing.” You said to him. “I have a feeling…you don’t love me anymore.”

“But I do love you.”

“It doesn’t seem like that in my eyes.”

He blinked back a couple of tears, and frowned. “No, this can’t- you can’t- Why? Why do you say such things?” “You’re always wrapped up in your little science projects, and you’re always spending time with some other women, and my friends just seem to disappear. I think it’s because of you.” You tell the older man, as his frown twisted into an open mouthed gaze of confusion. “No…No…You don’t understand! I do still love you, it’s just that- “Just what, you’re being secretive and a pathological liar around me? I didn’t think so. I’m leaving. You, you’re not going to get any better, are you? I hope that whatever woman you end up going for will accommodate to you. Goodbye.” You got up from the table and began to walk away, and Otto quickly stood up to follow you. “No- Darling!!!” He shouted out, and you paid no mind.

“Honey- No, don’t do this, I do still love you! Come back! Without you, I’ll die!!!” He yelled, and you didn’t care, you only kept walking, not turning back. He stopped, and he turned back to his own home, and when he got there, he began to smash things, throw things off, but carefully not trying to damage things that belonged to you, no, this was all his own mistake. “This is all my fault…you don’t understand, but the truth is…I really like you.”

He began to cry, burying his head into a pillow, before looking up, and shaking his head, and walking over to his makeshift lab, and grabbing a small liquid, chloroform. He looked at the drug with a hazy look and shook his head. “I have to show her…how much I truly love her…” He mumbled, and went straight to work on something that he has been working on for a long time, knowing that you will love him back when you see what it is.

You will.

PS4

“I can’t be with you anymore.”

The older man dropped his coffee cup as it shattered on the floor, the hot continents inside spilling out.

“Wh-What?” “I’m sorry. I can’t be with you anymore.”

He stood up, towering above you. “No. You can’t-“ “I can. Listen to me, Otto. You’ve been trapping me in this building for far too long, and I won’t take anymore of this. Plus, I can’t believe it. You have the audacity to threaten my friends?” You told him.

“But- we-no, honey-I-see…” He said, and you backed away from him. “No more excuses. I’m not your caretaker, but I will get you one. Listen, me and Peter- We’ll get you help. I thought that loving you would help but now- I can’t stand up for you anymore. I’m sorry.” You told him, and before you could walk out the door, you felt your leg be grabbed, and you looked down to see the man holding your leg, tears dropping down his face.

“Don’t leave me, please…you love me still, right? Answer me please…darling…” The man said, his face nuzzling your stocking covered leg, tears getting on it as he sniffled. “I still love you…don’t leave…please…” He cried out, and you looked disgusted at him. “LET ME GO!!!” You yelled, trying to shake off the man, and eventually pried him off. “I said no, Otto!!! That’s final! God, you’re so immature and manipulative!!!” You yelled at him, and left angrily.

…

“(YYYYYYYYYYYY//NNNNNNNN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The man began to screech out for you, his wails loud enough to alert surrounding neighbors, and him dropping down, yelling loudly and crying. He continued to scream as he grabbed his heart, and cried as it pounded loudly, and he began to crawl towards his lab. Occasionally, he scraped his hands on broken ceramic shards from his mug, but this did not matter to him, and he looked up at his arms displayed.

He raised his bloody hands up and stared at his various cuts and scrapes, before drying off his tears and climbing up to them, sniffing and putting his suit on.

You still love me, right?

Haha, this is all just a mistake, right? Or maybe my stupid old man brain is messing up, right? Yes, it’s all just a joke. It’s gotta be.

Please don’t lie to me.

You still love me.

#yande.re #doc ock #doctor octavius #doctor octopus #otto octavius #doc ock x reader #doctor otto octavius #reader insert #yandere #doc ock x you #yandere x y/n #yandere doctor octopus #otto octavius x you #yandere+doc+ock #yandere otto octavius #yandere doc ock #tssm doc ock #doc ock imagine #doc oct #doctor ock #doctor octopus x reader #otto octavius x reader #dr otto octavius #dr octopus

[reid-me-a-story]

Fall Fair

Synopsis: a super quick blurb based off of #13 from this prompts list

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a while! My wrist has gotten worse over the last 3 weeks so I'm taking it slow and trying to rest as much as possible, but as soon as I read this prompt, I had to write something for it! this is probably the worst one-shot I've written so far but i really wanted to post something since I've been kinda MIA lately

A/N/N: I am so close to 50 followers which i know isn't a lot but I'm so happy that y'all are liking what I'm posting enough to give me a follow! i will be doing a fic as a celebration so please send in your requests! please be patient as I'm still healing from an injury

Couple: Spencer x GN!Reader insert

Category: so much fluff

Content warning: swearing, mentions of food

Word count: 848

You woke up to the Saturday sun shining through the window and Spencer snoring softly beside you. You wanted to take a moment to bask in the moment but you were buzzing with excitement. The day finally came! You could barely sleep last night when you found out that Spencer and your plans weren't falling through because of a case. As much as you loved Spencer and understood that his work was super important, it still bugged you sometimes when plans got cancelled because of a stupid serial killer across the country.

You turned over in bed and looked over at Spencer, still softly snoring. You couldn’t bear to wake him although the only thing you wanted to do was shake Spencer awake and force him out of bed. You couldn’t in good conscience do that – he never got enough sleep. You pulled back the covers and got out of bed as quietly as you could and you padded into the bathroom. You did your usual morning routine – deciding against a shower right now so you don’t accidentally wake Spencer up. After about 15 minutes or so you walk back into the bedroom to see your loving boyfriend starting to stir awake. His hands instinctively reach out for you only to feel your side of the bed cold. You giggle at his confusion and hop onto the bed, straddling him, and kissing his cheek. “Good morning, Spence!”

“Someone sounds excited,” He jokingly deadpans, barely able to conceal a smile. He knows you’ve been dying to go out for weeks but he kept getting called out on cases. Hes glad Hotch decided that the team could have a weekend off. All he wanted to do was spend time with his partner. “I wonder why...”

“Spencer! You know why!”

“Hmm, maybe I need a reminder,” says the man with an eidetic memory.

“Because,” you start, leaning in close to Spencer's face, giving him small kisses in between your next words. “We’re going to the Fall Fair!”

You couldn’t contain your squeals of excitement any longer, causing Spencer to smile. You knew he was excited too. He had never been to a fair and when you brought it up a few weeks ago with the biggest puppy dog eyes he knew he had to experience it with you. Spencer and you decided to head out to the fair after having a late lunch – albeit a small one. You needed to make sure Spencer had the full Fair experience, and that meant eating the greasy food out of a food truck and getting a tummy ache off of too much cotton candy.

You arrive at the fair with Spencer at 3 in the afternoon. You grab Spencer’s hand and basically drag him towards the entrance, he’s stumbling and tripping over the small rocks and roots littering the parking lot, but he doesn’t care. Before going and buying your ticket, you turn to your boyfriend. “Are you ready for the best day of your life?”

“The Second best.” he corrects. You roll your eyes. “The best was when I met you.”

Blushing slightly, you say, “Okay, Lover boy. Let's go!”

You both spend the day walking throughout the fair, watching the local entertainment, eating the greasy fair food and the sweet treats. You even convince Spencer to ride the pop-up rides with you despite his aversion to anything to do with germs. “Fucking deathtraps” as Spencer so blatantly whispered just after getting off the standing ride called “the vortex”. You figured Spencer would love the mechanics of the ride and the physics behind how it works; you weren't wrong but after getting off the ride you had to find somewhere to sit so Spencer could stop his head from spinning. Although you felt a little bad for him, you were also having the best day.

While Spencer loved fall because of Halloween, you loved it because of the fairs. The nostalgia from your childhood, spending at least one weekend going to a fair with your family were some of the best memories of your life.

Once your boyfriend got his bearings, you basically begged him to play a carnival game with you. You knew you didn’t have to beg; Spencer would have done anything you asked of him. You played a few games; whack-a-mole, ring-toss, and Skee-Ball. Spencer had finally won against you at Skee-Ball, winning you a small purple stuffed bunny. “What are you going to name it?” Spence asked as you were walking you your final destination of the night.

You thought for a moment. You never really named a stuffed animal before. “Oliver,” you don’t really know why you picked Oliver, but it just felt right. You smiled up at Spencer before leaning up and giving him a gentle kiss. “thank you”

He looks surprised, “For what, babe?”

“For coming here with me. For doing the things I know you would probably prefer not to do, just to make me happy.”

Spencer just smiled at you, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips. “Always, baby.”

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[yhs-silly]

Kneel

They were on their way home from school, Sam and Taurtis were just messing around and swinging off the lampposts, the usual. Grian seemed a little grumpier then usual, maybe he'd gotten a low grade on his test, he wouldn't say. But he was adamant that they had to get home as soon as possible, so when Sam and Taurtis started doing their checking both ways gag he was ready to snap.

He groaned and pushed them aside. "You guys are idiots! There are never any cars on this road!" He rolled his eyes and stormed into the middle of the road and stood there with his arms out, glaring at the duo. "See! There's nothing here! I'm perfectly sa-afe..."

He trailed off at the sound of a car horn, turning to face the speeding car, his face falling in horror.

Sam's hands tightened around Taurtis's arms, Taurtis hadn't even realised he'd moved to rush into the road. He just went still and just stared, with wide, tear filled eyes as the car came closer and closer.

Grian was right, there were never any cars on the road. It was very rare that a car came down the road, and if it did, it was usually at night- and always speeding. That was the unwritten rule; speed past the school zone, with luck you might hit one nof the crazy kids. The other towns around were never fond of the academi students, not used to such diversity, neurologically or otherwise.

Ironically, it was most likely the least mad of the students being hit, all the others looking on, glad it wasn't them. The acidemi students were never known for their empathy, only a few students really cared for the Brit. Those that did care already had tears welling in their eyes at the sound of flesh against metal and the grinding of the breaks as the car came to a halt.

The guy driving the car didn't even get out, he just sat there in a state of shock as Taurtis and Sam raced over to Grians side. Taurtis had tears spilling freely down his cheeks and even Sam was panicking, Sam gently lifted Grian off of the floor and checked his vitals. He was still alive, but struggling.

Okami had seen the whole thing go down and had called and ambulance as soon as she'd heard the car, it didn't take long for it to turn him. Sam threatened the emergency response team to let him and Taurtis ride with Grian in the back.

They were so worried, Taurtis had begun sobbing uncontrollably, this was just like before, just like with...

Salex.

Why did everyone he love have to die? Why was it always a car? He pauses, did he love Grian? As a friend of course, he's one of his best friends... he's still hung up on Salex...he hoped and prayed beyond his belief that Grian would not follow her. He couldn't loose someone else so close to him, he wouldn't know what to do.

Sam wasn't as affected but he was still terrified of loosing Grian, he'd never really dealt with a death close to him since his mother passed. He watched as Taurtis fell to his knees, sobbing. He felt so awful, if it wasn't for his and taurtis's insisting that the road wasn't safe, then Grian would be safe. For once Sam didn't feel pleased with being proved right, he wished he was wrong. For once he wished it had been Grian who was right, he could just see Grian's triumphant smirk, the sparkle in his eyes at the idea of being right.

Sam had noticed how much Grian reacted to a little bit of positive reinforcement, he'd used it to get his way before, but now all he wanted to do was tell Grian just how highly Sam valued him. Grian deserved to glow like he always did when praised, Sam was just scared he'd never get the chance.

After a while Grian got better, he still hasn't spoken but the doctors had said he was free to leave. One their way home, Sam and Taurtis had done nothing but pamper and adore him. It was the least they could do for him, but something was off with Grian, his behaviour wasn't normal.

Taurtis was worried about him, he hadn't said a word to either of them since he'd gotten out of the hospital. Sam wasn't as worried, but it was clear he was concerned by how little he'd been mocking Grian lately. But neither of them seemed to be getting through to him.

He's been taking naps lately, it was almost all he did. He never did any of his work and Okami was on the brink of pulling him aside for a quiet word. Everyone was growing increasingly worried about him, they figured he had gained some sort of brain damage.

This all culminated in that one night, Taurtis had stayed up late gaming. Sam was asleep and Grian was probably also sleeping, or so Taurtis thought. He'd turned his head at the sound of footsteps to see Grian standing there, clutching the mop like a staff. He glared intently at Taurtis, a strange fire behind his eyes that made Taurtis shudder.

"Taurtis." Grian's voice was rougher, darker then his usually was. Even his posture seemed heavier, he held himself in a higher sense of pride and power then the anxious, drawn back Grian that Taurtis knew and loved. "Remove yourself from the magic mirror, I require your counsel."

Taurtis was slightly confused, but he'd played enough fantasy games to understand what Grian meant. He switched the tv and game crab off, concerned as to how Grian seemed.to have forgotten what a tv was. He shifted to the side and patted the sofa next to him, with a gentle smile. "Ok Grian, what do you need buddy." He was really happy that Grian was finally speaking again, although those subtle changes did worry him.

Grian didn't sit down however, he continued to stand and just stare at Taurtis expectantly. "Well?" He began to tap his foot. "Stand."

Taurtis was surprised but did so without thinking, watching in confusion as Grian nodded in approval and moved to take his seat. Grians posture while sitting was also more confident Taurtis noticed, how hadn't he noticed before? He goes to sit down but Grian raises his hand to stop him.

"No, kneel." Grian spoke with a command, more adept at control then Sam. But Taurtis wasn't just going to obey, he just frowned at Grian in concern. Then his eyes widened at Grian put the mop to his shoulder and forced him down, Taurtis would've been impressed by Grian's control on the mop if he wasn't currently being forced onto his knees. He stares up at Grian in concern as the blonde nods in approval.

"Grian..? What the hell..?"

Grian raised his eyebrows a little at that, smiling gentle. "Oh? Is something the matter Taurtis? I must admit, I am also a little thrown off by our predicament but it is alright, you have your king to guide you."

Taurtis frowned deeply, king? Grian wasn't a king? He now had concerns about Grian's sanity, he had to play this carefully. He just quietly nods, smiling up at him gently. "No, nothings the matter Grian. You said you wanted to talk about something?"

Grian smiled back and nodded. "Ah yes, it was actually about this predicament... I'm unsure as to what happened but these clothes aren't mine? And I've never seen such powerful magic then there is here, it rivals even the likes of me... that's another thing. I've found myself unable to perform spells recently, I attempted to harness the power of this strange looking staff but it doesn't seem to like me."

Taurtis just nodded. "Alright...well what do you want to do?"

"I wish to return home, is that not obvious?" Grian scoffed. "My kingdom needs their king."

Taurtis nods and slowly and cautiously gets to his feet. "Okay...so I think the best thing to do right now is go back to bed and figure out what to do in the morning."

Grian nods and stands. "That does seem like the ideal plan, I trust you to gaurd my chambers?"

Taurtis just nodded in response, watching Grian head back upstairs. His knees where shaking, he sat on the sofa, feeling horrible.

Tears bunched in his eyes as he thought about how his poor sweet friend had completely lost his mind, Grian was supposed to be the responsible one! Now he seemed to believe he was some magical fantasy king... Poor guy was always a nerd, Taurtis figured that he must've latched on to a favourite fantasy story as a coping mechanism after the accident.

He felt so bad for poor Grian, he didn't ask for this, the poor guy didn't even understand what was going on. He felt the hot tears run down his face and looked down at his shaking hands, he realised that he had to tell Sam, he had to.

He slowly got to his feet and crept upstairs silently, knocking gently on Sam's door. "Sam? Sam wake up."

Sam eventually came to the door, looking sleepy. "Taurtis..? What's wrong?" He was surprised to see how worried Taurtis looked, he instantly also began to get worried.

"It's Grian." Taurtis spoke quietly, as if he was afraid of disturbing said blonde. He speaks slowly and carefully. "He's gone mad...he thinks he's some sort of wizard king..." He sniffles and wipes some tears away. "I'm just so worried about him..."

Sam felt his heart pang, he didn't know this feeling, it was almost guilt, almost responsibility, but it was neither- and it certainly wasn't pity, Sam knew what it was like to be the mad one. Only thing is, Sam was never really mad, just not normal. He nodded slowly, brain working harder then it ever did before at this time of night, heart hammering in his chest just like that day. "Alright...so what do we do?"

They made eye contact, the best thing to do would be to call the authorities, tell a teacher, get him to the hospital, to do something. But they both knew they couldn't do that, they didn't have the heart. Taurtis slowly began to speak. "Well...his delusions aren't tha-"

Sam put his hand up to stop him. "No, we can't go along with his delusions, that wouldn't be fair on him." He sighs and hums in thought "Is there really anything we can do..? I think he might be fucked."

"Don't say that!" Taurtis squeaked, quickly lowering his volume quickly. "We have to do something, we can't just leave him to his delusions." He was getting choked up again, Grian might not have died, but Taurtis still felt that he'd lost him.

They barely slept that night, simply discussing what they could do. They didn't really come up with anything that hadn't been said before, but eventually they decided they'd treat his delusions like how a parent treats a child's fantasies, playing along to a certain point.

And so they did, they managed this for around a week, but unfortunately people began to notice that Grian was behaving strangely. Eventually, Okami pulled the trio aside to talk to them.

Sam was glancing around and making sure there were exits, Taurtis was wringing his hands and glancing at Grian every five seconds. Grian himself had his arms crossed and was glaring daggers at Okami for being so rude.

Okami sighed softly and smiles at the boys. "Now, I'm sure you know what's going on. But none of us do, so could you please explain why Grian is behaving like that."

Grian scoffed and begun to speak, before Taurtis gently shut him down and spoke instead. "We're sorry Sensei, he's just a little banged up from the accident still..." He shrugs and smiles awkwardly.

Sam glances at him nervously, Okami frowns and then Grian speaks up. "What accident? I am not 'banged' up? Taurtis what are you talking about?"

There are gasps from both boys as Taurtis glances at grian nervously and Sam quietly hisses. "Grian, shh!"

Grian glares. "Don't you tell me to shh!" He stomps up to Sam and gets real close, getting up on his tippy toes trying to look intimidating.

Okami sighs and looked concerned. "Grian, sweetie, what do you mean 'what incident?'? Do you not remember what happened?"

Grian looked at her in confusion, his face a mixture of confusion and annoyance. He goes to speak when Taurtis steps in and clears his throat.

"Sensei? We're so sorry for trying to hide this...but he's gone mad."

"I am not mad! How dare you!"

Okami pauses and looks at Grian, seemingly looking for something, but whatever she was looking for, she didn't find it. She sighed and gently put her hand on Grian's shoulder. "Grian, sweetie? Can you calm down for me? Try and explain what you think is going on."

Grian began to speak, about a magical kingdom he rules over and how Sam and Taurtis were loyal to him. Okami turned to the boys and mouthed at them to go and fetch Rowan.

Taurtis's heart was hammering in his chest, that was so impulsive of him, but at least Grian was going to get the help he needs. He looks at Sam, seeing the obvious pain his friend was trying to hide, he sighed. He never expected to have to be the normal one, it was too much pressure for him. But if that was what it took to keep his best friends safe and happy, then that's what he would be.

It was Taurtis who explained the situation to Rowan.

It was Taurtis who comforted Sam as Grian was taken away.

It was Taurtis who knelt besides the bed that night, and for the first time in all his life.

Taurtis prayed.

#yhs #yhs grian #yhs sam #yhs taurtis #yhs okami #yhs rowan

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

Float Like A Butterfly Ch.3 Unwanted Burdens

Summary:

Marinette and Adrien are trapped in cages of duty and resentment.

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"Don't you think Adrien's been acting weird?" Marinette asked.

Alya glanced from Kitty Section readying their instruments to her best friend. She wanted to reassure Marinette that her concerns were just her imagination running away with her again. But Alya noticed it too.

"You mean with Chloe?"

Marinette's nose wrinkled at the mention of Adrien's first friend. But her worry quickly came back. She never realized how little time they spent together until they started spending more. It wasn't what she would call a positive development. They seemed to argue a lot more now.

Alya looked at Marinette and knew they were thinking the same thing. Going over what she overheard in her head.

"I'm no good at being nice, Adrien."

"You don't have to be nice. You just have to not be cruel."

That was after Chloe had acted like her usual self with Sabrina. Alya didn't know if she agreed with Adrien or not but she never told anyone. It was a private conversation. And Chloe sounded oddly... vulnerable.

"They've been acting weird," Marinette conceded. "But there's something else that's... off about him." Her eyes widened. "What if it's something I did? Or something his fans said online? Or something worse!?"

Marinette blinked as she realized she was leaning into Alya's space. Stepping back Marinette slowed her words down to a less panicky level. "Could you check with Nino, please. Just, of course, you know, casually."

As if she summoned him with talk of his best friend Nino showed up. Frowning at his phone.

Giving Marinette a worried look Alya complied. "Nino, any word from Adrien?"

Nino bit his lip. "He can't make it."

"What!?" Marinette winced as her yelp attracted unwanted attention from the rest of the ship. "Did he say why?"

"Something about messing up on the piano?" Nino glanced back at his phone, expression shifting into a glare. "It's just like Adrien's old man to be a killjoy the five seconds he spends with my bro!"

"Hey," Forcing some optimism into her voice Alya placed a reassuring hand on her boyfriend's shoulder. "I'm sure Adrien will sort it out. It's not the first time his dad has kept him from hanging out with us.

Nino wasn't convinced but he nodded anyway and let Alya kiss his cheek. He also noticed that Adrien was acting weird. But no matter how Nino asked, Adrien always evaded the question. It was wearing on his patience.

"Captain Anarka speakin' to ya! So, how's it comin' along me young pirates!"

Marinette started as Juleka's maman appeared out of nowhere. She was loud and jovial and apparently didn't like cleaning? Maybe it worked for the Couffaines but Marinette's mind needed a bit more order to function properly.

Still, it was her home, er, ship so Marinette could appreciate Anarka's unconventional hospitality. A smile formed slowly as Captain Couffaine's exuberance pulled her and her friends out of less pleasant thoughts.

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Adrien played the piano mechanically. Feeling his skin burn under his Father's stern gaze. When he wished for more time together Adrien didn't mean being judged in person.

Despite the focus Gabriel's mere presence demanded, Adrien's mind wandered. Juleka had extended an open invitation to the entire class for the music festival. That was the first time one of his... not-exactly-close friends had actually invited him over.

And he was stuck here.

Adrien winced as a discordant note echoed from where his finger slipped on the wrong key. Eyes glancing fearfully at his father.

"I've heard enough." Gabriel raised his hand to forestall any more noise from Adrien. "Are you sure you're practicing, Adrien?"

Standing, Gabriel showed his back to his son. Not looking at Adrien when speaking to him. Voice full of accusation and annoyance.

In other words, Gabriel acted the same as always.

"... I'm just doing the same exercises over and over again..." An idea came to him. "I think I could make better progress if I could just play with other musicians." Adrien forced his tone to be hopeful, trying to reason with his father. "After all, music is meant to be shared with other people don't you think?"

"We Agrestes are soloists." Gabriel crushed Adrien's argument dismissively, deigning a glance at his son. "Not mere group members. I suggest you rehearse your piece some more. You'll play it for me again later today."

His heartbeat spiked. "But- Father! You promised that I could attend my friends' concert!"

"Not after that performance you've just given."

But you promised! Adrien's jaw clenched to keep the words down. There was no point in arguing with someone who didn't listen.

"Which is probably due to their influence.

His hands trembled. You don't know them! You don't know anything!

"You need to refocus, Adrien."

With that Gabriel and Nathalie, who Adrien had forgotten was even there, left without a backward glance.

"You need to refocus, Adrien."

Adrien sat their as a growing pressure built in his chest. Clawing, demanding, yelling.  Jerking to his feet Adrien paced, trying to get his body and mind to quiet down.

"You need to refocus, Adrien."

Rubbing at his eyes Adrien sent a brief text to Nino. Forcing his breath to even out. He didn't feel like talking at the moment.

"You need to refocus, Adrien!"

That done Adrien snatched up his basketball and threw it at the net. His piano disappearing into the floor. Grabbing the ball as it bounced he threw it into the net again. His piano rising from its hiding place.

"YOU NEED TO REFOCUS, ADRIEN!"

Again he threw the ball.

Down it went.

Again into the net.

Up it came.

Again.

Down.

Again.

Up.

Again.

Down.

Again.

Up.

Again.

Down.

Again.

Up.

Again.

Down.

Again.

Up.

Again.

Down.

Again.

Up-

"YOU NEED TO REFOCUS, ADRIEN!"

Adrien shoved the ball forcefully away from him. Not caring what it hit. Grabbing the remote he turned on his TV and raised the volume as high as it would go.

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Marinette stared openmouthed at the massive shockwave that came from Luka's electric guitar. By comparison she was only mildly surprised when police helicopters appeared overhead.

Sabrina's dad pulled up with a megaphone. "Mme. Anarka, are you completely out of your mind!?"

M. Raincomprix was on a first name basis with Juleka's maman? That probably wasn't good.

"It's the National Music Festival today, Officer Roger! My crew's allowed to play whatever they want!" Anarka projected over the speakers.

Definitely not good. Marinette tried to de-escalate the situation. "Uh, maybe we could turn the volume down a bit, Captain? Then there'd be no more problem, right?"

"No! Out of the question!" Anarka dismissed immediately. "I didn't name my galleon Liberty for nuthin' y'know! It's a matter of principle!"

From there things quickly spiraled. Anarka's stubborn refusal to listen to anything Roger had to say prompting him to pettily give more and more tickets. Each addition enraging her so much her voice stuck in her throat.

Anarka stalked away from the others on deck once Officer Roger and the other police left. Face red and fists clenched.

Marinette looked at her friends, all of them worried. Especially Juleka and Luka.

Luka. "Are you okay?" Marinette asked.

"Um, yeah." Luka gave a wan smile. "It isn't the first time ma's gotten mad at the cops."

That didn't reassure Marinette the way he probably meant it to. "So, this, happens often?"

"I wouldn't say often." Luka's gaze landed on Juleka, currently being comforted by Rose. Appreciation lit up his eyes. "It's harder on Juleka. I help where I can but I can't stay with her all the time. Rose has been amazing the past year. She stays with Juleka if me and ma are working."

"You have a job?" Marinette blinked in surprise.

"I have to. Maman can't pay for-" Luka stopped. Apparently realizing that he might've said too much. "Anyway I help her out... Doesn't leave much room for hanging out, though."

His gaze travelled across the deck. Taking in all of Marinette's friends. For the first time she realized no one from Luka's school was there.

"That's... You're a good brother, Luka." Marinette felt she understood the older boy a bit better. Even if the Couffaine's as a whole were even more unclear.

He shrugged in a 'anyone would do it for family' kinda way. "I-"

Dark, purple-ish fluid flowed from the helm, covering the entire Liberty.

Marinette went cold. "Oh, no!"

Sure enough, Anarka was akumatized.

Captain Hardrock wanted to destroy the music festival until only their song remained. Amid the fear and uncertainty of being in the power of an akuma without her transformation, Marinette felt pride that her friends rejected Captain Hardrock without hesitation.

Marinette's mind raced as she struggled to find a way out of the chains that bound her with Luka. No one else was coming. She was the only hero Paris had to protect it! She had to find a way out! She had to-

Tikki peered at Marinette from her purse. Smiling in relief, Marinette gave her a subtle nod. Stealthily, Tikki phased through the lock, chains falling with a clatter.

"Wow! How'd you do that?" Luka gave her a wondering look.

"Uh, I, uh- With this!" She held up the guitar pick he'd given her.

"Your amazing," he praised, helping her up. "A real magician, Marinette."

"Uh, you think so? Oh, it was nothing. Uh, amazing? Really?"

" 'Scuse me but some of us are still chained up here, y'know," Alya interrupted.

"Right!" Marinette placed herself between her friends line of sight and the locks. Obscuring Tikki from view. Soon everyone was freed.

"How're we getting off this crazy ride, dudes?" Nino asked.

Luka looked around the inside of the Liberty, which wasn't as transformed as the outside. "I have an idea."

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"Few! That was close!" Tikki looked out from Marinette's purse at the others who made it off the Liberty in makeshift rafts.

They were on the opposite side of the Seine. Luka, Juleka, Rose and Ivan. Marinette gazed after the Liberty. Alya, Nino and Mylene still onboard. Liberty's chains catching them before they could take off.

Anxious, persistent defeat loomed in the back of Marinette's mind. Threatening to drown her. She pushed it back with difficulty. "Tikki, I have to save my friends!"

"But last time you struggled without someone to help you," Tikki pointed out. Concern for Marinette's wellbeing overriding any other considerations. "You should go to Master Fu for help."

Conflicting emotions flickered across Marinette's face. "... You're right," she agreed, resigned.

Quickly, Marinette found a hiding spot and transformed. With a backward glance at the destruction wrought by Captain Hardrock, Ladybug reluctantly swung towards the Guardian.

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"Marinette Dupain-Cheng, pick an ally you can trust to fight alongside you in this mission. Choose wisely. Such powers are meant to serve the greater good. Once the mission is over you will retrieve the Miraculous and return it to me."

Ladybug was only half listening. Engrossed by the only Miraculous that lit up in her mind.

No. Please not his. Please.

But no matter which Miraculous she looked at her gaze was drawn back to his ring. Hand trembling, stomach turning itself inside out, (Ladybug didn't want anyone else) her fingers closed around Chat Noir's ring. Once it was in her hand she pressed it to her chest. It was the only thing she had of him.

Master Fu's eyes widened at her choice. "Are you sure, Marinette?"

Ladybug just nodded.

Staring at her for a moment, he finally spoke. "The Miraculous of the Black Cat is the most dangerous out of all in existence. Whoever you choose must put others above himself."

The words entered but did not impact her. Like a stone being thrown into waters too turbulent to make ripples. "Of course... Master Fu."

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"Luka Couffaine, this is the Miraculous of the Black Cat. Which grants the power of Destruction. Once our mission is complete you will return it to me."

Eyes wide in disbelief, Luka carefully took the offered Miraculous. Wonder quickly morphed into confusion, however. "Wait. Black Cat? But what about-"

A ball of green energy shooting out of the ring interrupted him. When he lowered his hand at the fading light a small, cat-like being floated in front of him. Its ears drooping and eyes sad.

Luka took an involuntary step back as a requiem filled his head at the sight of it. Fingers twitching for his guitar.

"You're not-" Green bubbles erupted from its- his mouth, gaze turning toward Ladybug. "Why isn't it-" Again green bubbles came out before he could finish.

Ladybug gave the small, sad, cat-like being a pained look. "We need your help, Plagg. Paris needs your help... Please."

An unspoken understanding passed between Ladybug and Plagg. A conversation Luka was not privy to.

With a nod Plagg sized Luka up. "Well," he said with a mocking grin. "You're not much to look at. Name's Plagg."

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With every misstep Ladybug reminded herself that Panthera was not Chat Noir.

That she couldn't expect him to function on the same level as someone who had his Miraculous for over a year. Couldn't expect someone she only just met to know her movements as well as someone who'd fought by her side since the very first akuma. Someone who'd never held a staff to wield it as expertly as someone who'd spent hours trying to figure out every possible use.

Ladybug reminded herself of this every time Panthera was caught in Liberty's chains or lost his staff to Captain Hardrock's swordplay or held back when he should push forward.

Her earrings beeped insistently, reminding her that time was almost up. Finally, Ladybug managed to trap Captain Hardrock to the helm with her Lucky Charm. Cataclysm destroying only the compass instead of the entire ship like she planned. Luckily, it turned out that's all they needed and she purified the akuma.

As the Miraculous Cure set everything right Ladybug turned to Panthera and- Luka was grinning at her. Relief adding to his joy. He held up a fist. Hesitantly, Ladybug raised her own, rewarding him with a smile.

"Bien joue."

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I hate you!

Adrien glared at the screen, having turned down the volume once the news reported something of actual interest: the akuma attack... And Ladybug's new partner.

I hate you!

Panthera, as he called himself, had a rather uninspired suit design. The only significant difference from Chat Noir's look was his green hair.

I hate you!

Heartbeat pounding in his ears, Adrien dissected everything about this 'Panthera' as he could from the shaky broadcast. The newbie held his staff like a club, having trouble with the extending functions.

I hate you!

Captain Hardrock thrust with her sword. Pushing Panthera back. Splitting his staff in two he held them in an X, blocking an overhead blow. But immediately Captain Hardrock switched to an underhand strike, separating the two halves of the staff and sending one flying into the Seine.

I hate you!

Ladybug's yo-yo pulled Panthera out of the supervillain's sword range. But not before losing his remaining staff.

Captain Hardrock charged. Ladybug dodging both her and the flying chains. Panthera jumped away from her sword... and right into the boat's chains.

The remote creaked in Adrien's tightening grip; teeth clenched.

I hate you!

Quickly breaking Panthera's restraints, Ladybug helped him to his feet. Together they charged. Or rather, it should have been together. Panthera had to retrieve his staff which threw off their timing.

Ladybug leapt from chain to chain in midair, as graceful as a gymnast. Panthera a fraction behind her. Captain Hardrock took advantage of the minut delay by breaking past Ladybug's assault, jumping onto the mast net.

I hate you!

Sweat beaded on Adrien's forehead despite the coolness of his room.

Ladybug summoned her Lucky Charm -her own chain- and searched for how to use it while Panthera protected her from the Liberty's attacks. Finally getting into his role.

They conferred for a moment before the chains forced them to split up. Ladybug disappearing below deck while Panthera took on Captain Hardrock. He was marginally better than before, returning her strikes blow for blow. But Captain Hardrock still managed to pin him to the mast with her chains.

I hate you!

Panthera was saying something to the supervillain... Attempting to reason with her. It didn't work, of course, but it gave Ladybug the distraction she needed to rescue him. As they fought Ladybug maneuvered the supervillain towards the helm. In one swift movement she tied Captain Hardrock to her own wheel.

I hate-

Adrien jumped to his feet, eyes wide as the first vestiges of fear mixed with his already pounding heart; the ship sailed through the air for one moment before crashing to the ground. Sagging back down he saw Panthera call on Cataclysm. And Ladybug's cure put everything back to normal.

Nadja went on to heap praise on this 'new Chat Noir' and ask questions Adrien hoped no one ever found out. I hate you! Scowling he turned it off.

I hate you! Adrien's frown deepened. Ladybug... was usually better at communicating her plans. I hate you! It was a confusing thought. I hate you! As it meant Panthera wasn't the only one to blame for such abysmal teamwork. I hate you!

A sharp crack brought Adrien's attention to the remote still in his clenched fist. Uncurling his fingers Adrien stared at the break running along the bottom. I hate you! If you weren't looking for it you wouldn't even notice. I hate you!

The sound of Adrien's door opening was the only warning he got of Nathalie's entrance. (Why didn't he have a lock? Every other room in the manor had a lock, even the kitchen had a lock! So, why didn't he?) Not for the first time Adrien noted how she didn't knock before entering.

His father's assistant glanced between him and the piano but said nothing about it to Adrien. That didn't mean she'd say nothing about it to Gabriel.

"Adrien. Your father had something come up at work and won't be able to hear your recital today." Nathalie's impassive expression never changed. "...He still expects you to practice. I'll try to fit you in tomorrow."

"..."

"Adrien-"

"I get it." Adrien snapped, unclenching his jaw. "Father has more important things to deal with."

Nodding once, Nathalie left as quickly as she arrived.

Adrien's chest rose and fell as his breath came rapidly. I hate you! Mind snapping back to the akuma fight -fingernails digging into his palms- or more specifically, Ladybug's new partner.

Panthera wasn't any better than Chat Noir. I hate you! Adrien's hands were shaking. I hate you! He wasn't a better fighter. I hate you! The remote slipped from his grip as he clenched and unclenched his fingers like claws. I hate you! He couldn't follow Ladybug's signals like Chat Noir could. I hate you! Adrien's vision blurred, eyes burning. I hate you! It was hard to tell across a screen. I hate you! His throat was too tight. I hate you! But the only significant difference was how silent Panthera was compared to-

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate-

Was that the only reason?

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I-

Wildfire raged in Adrien's chest. Burning his throat, his stomach, his head.

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Did they really choose this wannabe Chat Noir because he WOULDN'T ASK QUESTIONS!?

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Building pressure pushed at Adrien's chest and jaw and throat and eyes and fists.

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Choose him because he would be quiet and obedient and SYCOPHANTIC!?

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Bile rose into his mouth and stung his throat.

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Adrien's whole body shook. Everything blurred, nothing was clear. Except the great, persistent, growing pain that threatened to shake him apart. He could feel himself cracking, breaking, shattering-

His phone rang.

Adrien scrambled for it. Like it was a rope tossed into the deep, dark well he found himself drowning in.

I hate you!

Without bothering to glance at the caller Adrien answered.

"Sup, bro!"

Blinking rapidly, Adrien saw Nino, Alya and Marinette crowding into the screen. Behind them were their other friends making some last minute preparations for the music festival. Suddenly his raging storm was much more endurable.

Nino leaned into the camera. "Dude, is your camera off? It's all dark."

"Uh, yeah, just a sec." Realizing that he must look like a mess Adrien hit mute and hurried into his bathroom. The red eyed, tear stained face that he washed away made him grateful his friends hadn't seen him.

I hate you!

With a deep breath Adrien turned the mic and camera back on, forcing a smile. "Hey."

"There he is!" Nino grinned.

Alya turned the phone to focus on her. "So, we know you were looking forward to being here. Which is why this girl," Alya wrapped an arm around Marinette and hugged her close. "Had the brilliant idea to do this video chat!"

Smile softening into something more genuine Adrien gazed at Marinette's pink face. "You were thinking of me?"

"W-well, I just thought that it was a shame you couldn't tea- be here! So, I just, yeah..." Marinette trailed off, eyes everywhere but the screen.

His heart slowed from breakneck speed to merely sprinting. "Thank you."

Marinette squeaked and muttered what could have been a 'you're welcome' before pushing the phone back to Nino. Wiggling out of Alya's grasp as she dashed off.

His best friend grinned at them as Alya chased after Marinette offscreen. But once his eyes came back to Adrien, Nino's brow furrowed slightly. "Seriously, bro, how you holding up?"

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Something must've shown on Adrien's face as Nino asked: "That bad?"

Trying to downplay it Adrien shrugged. "It's not like it's the first time he's changed his mind."

That was apparently the wrong thing to say, as Nino scowled at the specter of Gabriel Agreste. "Dude. No offence, but I wanna sock your old man."

Laughter bubbled up and spilled out of Adrien. Blocking his breath and forming a stitch in his side. Vision blurring. Hand covering his mouth as he tried to control himself. Tried to stop it from devolving into hysterical sobbing.

"Adrien!?" Nino's eyes were wide with alarm.

Biting the inside of his cheek Adrien gasped for breath. "S-sorry." He fought of the giggles that threatened to choke him. "It's just... he's a head taller than you."

Nino drew himself up indignantly and Adrien was relieved to see his misdirection work.

"That bony hermit never gets off his rear-end! My little brother could kick him into next week, dude!"

A bark of laughter escaped Adrien's control. Thankfully not igniting the false manic glee. "Thanks for that."

Despite his confusion Nino still smiled at Adrien. "What are bros for?"

Gazing gratefully at Nino, Adrien felt himself balance on a melancholy plateau. "I really will be okay. This," by which he meant their call, "helps."

Nino fidgeted, adjusting his cap. "I just... wish I could do more, y'know?" The unspoken for you was clear as day.

A pleasant warmth bloomed in Adrien's chest, softening further the ache that remained. "I know, bro. That's why I love you."

"I love you, too." Nino searched for something more to say as he searched Adrien's face for what remained unsaid, but nothing came to him. "Well... Kitty Section is starting soon. Might as well greet the band before they become famous and forget they know us."

"No, we wouldn't want that would we..." Adrien could almost ignore the pressure in his chest.

After a round of waving and sympathizing with him for not being able to make it, they began. Kitty Section was amazing. Rose's voice was never like that! Juleka smiled widely, carefree. Ivan was the most intense Adrien had ever seen. They looked... alive.

Gabriel would certainly classify it as 'classless noise' but to Adrien? Kitty Section had something that he couldn't replicate inside the four walls of his cage.

I hate you.

At least, not without Plagg.

While he stayed in frame Luka never took his eyes off Marinette. A hopeful smile evident even across the screen. As night came on and the band went from rehearsing to performing, Luka seemed to play for one person only.

Adrien had never met Luka, despite hearing about him from the bandmembers in his class. And he didn't really count saying hello over video chat like his father. The older boy was nice, polite and good at guitar. Besides dyeing their hair Adrien couldn't honestly say Luka bore any resemblance to his sister.

"-out of chaos comes creation!" He heard Anarka spout in the background, talking to someone he couldn't see. Adrien didn't know why but the phrase stuck in his head. It was like a promise.

Out of Chaos comes Creation.

Wrapping it tightly about himself, Adrien brandished it like an amulet against the voice that wouldn't stop whispering at the edges of his thoughts.

I hate you.

Apparently, that wasn't why Adrien's mind had latched onto the phrase.

Trying to drown it out with Kitty Section's illegally loud music didn't work. It was always the same volume.

I hate you.

Distracting Adrien from enjoying his friends' concert. Like a thorn in his side.

He knew what it was. It was everything he was trying to ignore. Everything he felt at seeing himself replaced so easily. At the excitement in Alya's voice when she shot out theories about Panthera. At the Guardian, at Ladybug, at himself. All summed up into three little words Adrien had never said to anyone.

I hate you.

Despite Adrien's attempts to even his breathing and calm his heartbeat, the voice continued to plague his thoughts for the rest of the night.

I hate you.

A reminder that, even in his own mind, Adrien could never be free.

#ml angst #ml au #adrien angst #adrien agreste #captain hardrock #marinette dupain cheng #float like a butterfly #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction

[space-borb]

Bartender

bnha headcannon/imagines!!

yup you guessed it this is a bartender au headcannon I’ll be indulging in this little au since I've had it on my mind for awhile but anyways ill be writing for three characters in this one if you'd like to see more then don't hesitate to ask

Kaminari, Tokoyami, Tenya

Kaminari was pretty used to seeing your face around the bar on Fridays but this week you had been there everyday... don't get me wrong he was pretty excited to see your face but when he noticed you weren't wearing your usual smile when he made a sly comment or even tried to use a cheesy pickup line you simply stared at your drink

“hey hot stuff why the long face” you'd look up to see his smirking face as he slid over your favorite drink

 he would let you be since you wouldn't answer but he’d come to you at last call when he’d start kicking the stragglers that were still there out

“hey y/n?” Denki called out as he slid your half drank glass of gin out of reach sliding into the stool next to you “I know you're to drunk to drive home y/n” he paused when he heard you sniffle “look i may just be a bartender but please whats wrong?”

that's all you needed to tip over the edge as you spilled over letting everything out. You thought it was silly how you let a toxic relationship beat you down like this but as you told Kaminari everything your tears slowly faded away and you felt slightly relived as you talked with him even if you both were just bar friends. he helped you at your lowest and you honestly couldn't thank him enough for it 

since then you and kaminari had gotten closer you would even help him at last call and one night when you both were cleaning up after a busy Friday he would look over to see you smiling as you sang to the music and twirled around thinking about how far you both have come. you both had been dating for awhile when he remembered that night you had opened up to him that fateful night that led you two together. 

“hey y/n” he’d hug you from behind swaying with you as you began to hum softly the broom put to the side as you looked over your shoulder 

“hmm?” you'd hum as he’d press a soft kiss to your cheek as you’d turn in his arms slipping your arms around his neck

“happy anniversary babe”

Tokoyami visits your bar on occasion but recently you've seen his bird face more and more 

you saw on the news about a group of villains had taken some hostages at a bank robbery and one of the hostages had gotten severely hurt since the heroes on site couldn't get to them fast enough.... one of those heroes just happened to be the man sitting at the end of your bar  

you were concerned for the hero but didn't know how to approach him so you did what you did best

“can I get you anything special?” you watched his tired eyes meet yours as he’d silently slide his empty scotch glass back to you

 it was a silent exchange he would stay at the bar until last call you would walk the drunken hero back to his apartment. This happened for a few more days until you finally broke “you know it wasn't your fault” you could see his feathers bristle slightly at your words, he was used to your comfortable silence while helping him walk home even if he wasn't that intoxicated. He enjoyed the company it helped him to think.

“they got hurt and I couldn't do... hic... anything” he spoke sluggishly his voice deeper from the alcohol as he moved to stand against the wall looking down at the ground “its all my fault if i had just..” 

“just what? huh? you did everything you could tokoyami” you interrupted his pity party making him look up at you with widened bloodshot eyes “I know I'm not a hero I'm just a bartender but you need to see that you cant save everyone sometimes things happen you can’t control” you spoke feeling a wave of emotions crash over you as the hero fell into you hugging you tightly his body shuddering from the tears that started to fall.

from that night on you both would talk as you closed the bar at night until he went back to his hero duties, he would stop by often eating lunch with you on his breaks or checking in during his rounds. He was glad you were in his life and tried to show you he appreciated you with these small moments. 

tokoyami poked his head into the empty bar holding a small bouquet of your favorite flowers as he watched you mop the floor he tried to make his entrance in quietly hoping you wouldn't notice, until you slipped on the wet hardwood his eyes widened in fear letting dark shadow catch you before you hit the ground. you were prepared to hit the hard floor but the landing didn't happen “what?” you questioned as you opened your eyes seeing dark shadow and tokoyami above you giving them a soft smile “my heroes” tokoyami’s feathers puffed out at your words if he could blush he’d be bright red at that moment. Dark shadow helped you up into a standing position as tokoyami cleared his throat handing you the flowers “I wanted to know if you’d like to go to dinner sometime?”

Iida works late nights at a local bar that just so happens to be a block away from a hospital

the very hospital you just came from and now here you are sitting at the cleanest bar you've ever been in drinking a perfectly made mixed drink

Iida has never seen you before but after seeing your face every night for the past month he began to worry 

“the usual I'm guessing?” he asks you as you shift in your seat the tiredness in your eyes was evident and you still had on your visitors wristband from the hospital

Iida slid over your usual mixed drink and he adjusted the recipe adding less alcohol to it knowing you'd order more. He’d watch you closely making sure he didn't over serve you as he came over to stand in front of you as he washed some empty glasses behind the bar “so i know it may be personal but are they okay?” he asked as he gestured to your wristband as you covered it with the sleeve of your jacket “i uh yeah... atleast the doctors believe he’ll pull through” you spoke softly just loud enough for him to hear it as he nodded, he wanted to try and get more information but decided not to pry.

the next night he had spotted you seated at a both in the corner as he walked in for his shift seeing you wearing an all black outfit to seem dull he could see your head hanging and a few empty glasses. Iida simply made you a cup of coffee making his own as he asked his coworker to take over for the bar as he made his way over to you setting down the two mugs and clearing the table of empty glasses. He sat down across from you sipping his coffee “I may just be a stranger miss but it helps to talk to people sometimes...I know from experience” he spoke as distant memories of his brother in the hospital came to his mind. you sniffled as you sipped the bitter coffee silent tears streaming down your face. 

it took you a moment before you could speak “my brother...he had leukemia he was improving just a bit but he got worse today...” you spoke trying your hardest not break down seeing images of your brother laying in that dull hospital bed with tubes everywhere he didn't look like himself anymore. you spoke to Iida and told him everything.

after that night Iida would text you and meet you at the hospital and walk with you instead of you drinking at the bar. He helped you find some peace and helped you away from a very unhealthy coping mechanism.

he was with you when the day came...when your brother passed away he stood next to you at the funeral because you asked he would do anything for you after these past few months of being together he was there for you at any moment you needed him.

Iida waited for you to show up but what he didnt expect to see was how beautiful you looked standing in front of him that day... its been a year now and your friendship had grown quite strong but he couldn't deny his attraction to you and today just proved it as you stood across from him a smile on your face at your mothers birthday party he could feel a smile grace his face as he slid over next to you slipping his hand in yours, you squeezing his hand as a shy smile crossed your face. 

the end

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[stories-mostly]

Starks Bug

Tony Stark x son!reader

I did not expect the amount of notes the first chapter had gotten so I hope y'all will enjoy this one just as much.

Word count: 2252

Chapter 2

The first month with you was more draining than Tony had expected. He not only had to be there for you 24/7 but also needed to work, work on his projects, go to meetings, run stark industries simultaneously. He had a lot on his back. He had already made a small baby play pen in his office, though you didn't interact with much yet.

But you smiled on a regular basis now and held your head up for longer and longer periods of time whenever you were rolled onto your stomach.

You also stared at him whenever he fed, held or was close to you. Before now he did not realize that baby's can hold such intense eye contact.

Today Uncle Rhodey finally had time to come over and actually meet his nephew. Up until now he had only seen pictures of you that Tony had sent him.

You had just woken up from one of your many naps as Rhodey walked in.

"Look who decided to visit (y/n)." Tony said as he turned you into the direction Rhodey was coming from.

"Oh my god, he's so small!" Rhodes exclaimed as he put the bags in his hands down before coming over.

He took one of your small hands and shook it gently.

"Hi, nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you!" Rhodey gushed in a high pitched voice as you gave him your intense eye contact.

"You're turning into a softie, huh?" Tony joked and handed you to Rhodey who carefully took hold of your tiny body.

"Do you wanna feed him?" Tony asked as he tested the temperature of the bottle.

"Yes!"

They walked over to the couch and Tony showed him how to properly support you while you got your milk.

"He really likes staring at people." Rhodey chuckled as you continued to stare holes in his head.

Tony nodded.

"Apparently that's what one month olds do. They stare at faces."

Rhodey stayed for a while and before he left, he handed Tony the bags full of gifts for you. He was determined to become your favourite from early on.

Shortly after you turned two months the media had finally found out about you. Tony didn't know who gave it away but wasn't pleased with the situation either way.

But the good thing was that he didn't need to be too cautious with you anymore. He could just take you outside like a normal parent.

Obie organized a press conference where your dad could clear things up. You were in a side room with Obie and Happy while the conference was being held. Tony didn't trust a lot of people with you.

You gurred at Happy as he held your favourite plushie in front of your face. It was a small stingray Rhodey had gifted you on his first visit. You tried to grab it but your coordination wasn't the best. Happy played with you until the conference was over while Obie stood next to him watching you. He also seemed to have a weak spot for you. Let's be honest, who doesn't. You're a cute baby that makes gurgling noises at everyone he sees. You were bound to melt some hearts.

After your existence has been made public Tony agreed, after a lot of debate, to one photoshoot for the public to use. He didn't want you to grow up in the public eye.

At three months you started to interact more with your surroundings. You especially liked to get excited whenever your dad would look into your crib in the early mornings after you woke up.

You smiled and even sometimes laughed at people's antics when they saw you. You also grew more "Talk active" making sounds every chance you got. You really lit up Tonys face even after an exhausting day.

At four months you were starting to try very hard to get from one place to another, you tried pushing yourself up with your arms while kicking with your legs. You were also very close to rolling over on your own.

Tony was very anxious that you'd start crawling soon so he made sure to get ahead of you and baby proof every nook and cranny in the house. He also decided which room should become yours and converted it into your playroom.

At five months you started to play on your own. "Play" meaning sticking your feet or hand into your mouth and giggling about it. Tony found that amusing as well and had Jarvis record every second of it. As if he wasn't recording you since your first day home.

You had also started to accidentally hit yourself with things you held. Much to Tony's dismay. But hey, as long as you kept smiling at his antics he knew everything was alright with you.

At six months Tony was tempted to throw a giant party but he doubted that you'd appreciate that. You were beginning to love attention, and started eating solid food. You also rolled over like a champion.

"Hey (Y/n) guess what day it is." Tony asked before sitting down next to the spot you were laying at.

"That's right it's Christmas! You're so smart. Merry Christmas sweetheart. I hope you will forget this one because as you can see I have done zero decorating." He said before handing you a small Robot stuffie which you eagerly took and placed into your mouth. As you do when you're a baby.

He propped you up between his legs before continuing to open up presents, other people had sent for you and for him. But mostly for you.

"Look its one of those things you can chew on. And you can cool it. This'll come in handy since you already started with your teeth." Tony said and poked your cheek. He handed you the ring with a fluid inside but you didn't want it.

"Well thanks anyway Uncle Happy." Tony said as he grabbed the next one.

"This one's from Obie." He stated before ripping the paper and opening the box.

"Ohhhhh, that's a little Jumper for you! You see this? Here it says "Little mechanic". We don't know about that yet do we?" Tony said talking to you as if you were able to answer. He kissed the top of your head and put the jumper aside.

"And last but not least uncle Rhodeys gift. Let's see what it is." You helped pulling out the paper from the bag but stuck it in your mouth straight after getting your tiny hands on it.

"Oh my god. Look at this. It's a little military uniform. You can be just like your uncle." Tony chuckled. "God this is adorable."

After taking some pictures with the gifts and sending them to each person your first Christmas was over. It wasn't anything too special but Tony would carry it in his heart forever.

And honestly you were adorable in the small military uniform that matched Rhodeys

With seven months you started to "Talk" with Tony whenever he would say something you'd babble back and that's how Tony started to regularly make smalltalk with a baby.

"What do you wanna do today? Wanna go see uncle Happy?"

"Argh pfffb mampa"

"Oh really? I always thought he likes you better but when you say it like that."

"OuuuOhh!"

"Oh now don't get sassy with me young man. You said it yourself. He likes me better."

"Ampammam mam."

"Nope no take backs. You said what you said."

Things like these were becoming regular these days. But you had a surprise up your sleeve.

"Dahnda"

"Did you just say Dada? Come on say it again say: Dada."

"Dahdah." You spat out with great effort.

"oh my goodness, you said your first word! And it was Dada! Your such a smart boy! So smart!" While Tony was fawning over your first word. You were kicking your legs with happiness at his tone of voice.

There were tears forming in the corner of Tony's eyes. "I love you so much, bug!"

The next month's leading up to your first birthday you were getting increasingly more mobile. In only two months you had learned how to crawl like a child athlete. You had also started to pull yourself up on furniture making your dad put everything a few shelves higher.

Once you were old enough you even helped him clean up your toys. You grew excited whenever people came into your house and greeted them yourself by clawing yourself up on their legs to stand beside them.

You also started trying to say their names. Rhodey became "RrOoh" with a gurrgled R and occasionally "Oohdi", Obadiah became "Oohppa" and Happy was by far the closest to getting called by his name, his was "Apy".

At 11 months you were finally able to stand alone for a few seconds and walked as long as you were holding onto something. Much to the delight of everyone. You also started to connect words with things more and more, showed your needs more openly and started to play better with other people. You also liked ripping papers apart as Tony had to find out after leaving important documents unattended within your reach.

You explored more too. Every time you were at your dad's office you'd crawl into the smallest spots and looked into any hole or drawer you could open.

And at your first birthday? There was a small party in Stark industries since your birthday corresponded with the opening of the internal daycare for the children of employees. Tony had thought of it ever since he had to take you with him into his office or lab and work while also keeping an eye on you.

You loved to play with all the toys and the different kids.

Tony was pleased with the job he had done so far. You didn't get injured or sick often, had age appropriate social skills and developed at a normal if not higher rate than any other baby. A few selected reporters were also there as it was good publicity.

Tony was just showing them the napping room for the smaller children when a cry interrupted his speech. It was obvious that it was you who was crying.

"Would you excuse me for a second." Tony said to the reporters as he left to get you. You were laying in the middle of the playroom crying. "DADAAAAA!" You were calling out. Tony swooped you up and bounced you on his hip.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? You were fine a second ago."

You just placed your arms around his neck and slowly let that stifle your sobs.

"Was it too much? I'm sorry I won't leave without telling you again."

Once you were calmed he wiped your tears and gave your cheek a kiss.

"You wanna help Dada show these people around? You wanna come with me?"

He asked and you just hugged him again. Tony continued the tour through the daycare with you on his hip.

"Sorry about that, he just got a bit overwhelmed with all these new people here and me out of sight. (Y/n) can you wave at them? Wave hello." You shyly obligated and a few reporters waved back.

"Anyway, as I was saying before. With this we hope to..." And with that Tony was back in business mode.

You on the other hand were bored just being carried. You took his sunglasses and fiddled with them until you grew bored and put them in your mouth. Your father never once broke his speech.

You fiddled with his clothes after discarding of the glasses. The buttons under his tie interested you most. You were trying to get them off to put them in your mouth and when that didn't work you brought your mouth to them. Tony once again softly pushed you away and pulled out the ring to bite on that Happy had gotten you for Christmas, from his chest pocket. You happily nibbled on that for the rest of the tour.

One reporter even asked you a question shortly before they were about to leave.

"Can you say Dada?" the man had asked.

"Dada." you answered. You were officially a pro. This would go down as your first interview.

After everything was over, you waved everyone goodbye, and went home. Happy brought all your birthday gifts along.

You had gotten a ton of gifts from the other parents attending. It was only small gifts but they did stack up.

After you had fallen asleep on the couch Tony couldn't help but get nostalgic. It's already been a year since you came into his life and so much had changed because of you. Meetings in other states or countries had to be planned out completely before he could go, he had barely attended any parties since your birth and hooking up? With a little one around? Impossible. He had so much less time to work, you needed so much care and attention, he slept more than ever, and ate more regularly too. Drinking? That happened less now too. You were truly a gift, you helped him realize how much he didn't like to feel anything but pure bliss. But with you around he needed to make himself emotionally available if he wanted to be a good father.

You were tiny a year ago but from day one you left a huge impact in Tony's heart and that would only continue to grow with time.

Not that he'll ever admit it but ever since you came into his life, he became the happiest he was in a long time. He cried so many times the past year. Out of joy, sadness and being overwhelmed with so many different emotions for you. All your firsts were forever remembered even if all the videos and pictures would disappear. Because they were forever burned into his memories.

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[akiyama-san]

I've noticed your comments about Love Live Sunshine and don't get me wrong, we all have our own opinions and I'm not telling you stop posting your negative thoughts about it, but why do you hate Love Live Sunshine so much? And if you hate it that much, why are you even watching it?

I suppose it comes off as hate doesn’t it? Well despite how it appears, it’s not entirely hate, it’s mostly disappointment, and while that might not sound much better i’ll try to explain what I mean, hopefully to a degree that it can be understood. 

Spose I should start at the top shouldn’t I? 

I think it goes without saying that this point that I didn’t like the original show at all, it had its moments, and 2 or 3 good characters, which isn’t saying much I realize but these casts are fucking bloated of course only a handful will be likeable. The concept seemed really fucking stupid from the outset, and it is, but I’ve seen worst, and as a first attempt by SunRise for an Idol show, to my knowledge, the idea to give it an actual plot to follow was in theory a noble one. It failed completely, but the thought was there. More to the point, almost everyone was completely flat, incredibly stupid, and beyond insufferable. 

I’ll be honest, I can put up with a lot, and if I had chosen to watch it of my own volition I’d probably have been more forgiving of the writers dancing on active fault lines, but at the time some years back, I had several people breathing down my neck to watch the fucking show so I went in pissed off. Don’t get me wrong, that doesn’t change the fact that these characters say and do things that would make me want to hurt a small child, but I would still have been more kind to it in the long run. 

Then the movie happened, and well.... Lets just say the series needed the fucking soft reboot that was Sunshine after that abysmal travesty of a movie that completely deficated on a third of the casts character development. I’m still trying to work out the quantum fucking mechanics of how Honoka could receive her microphone from her future fucking self BTW. 

I openly admitted this at the time, and this is important because this is often overlooked by the crowd. I said that after the failure of the movie, and knowing that a new series was coming, if SunRise could learn from their mistakes, then I would gladly and open-mindedly go into Sunshine with a positive attitude and be kinder to it if the series was able to escape its charred charcoal burned roots. 

Needless to say I was absolutely blown away by how incredibly Sunshine could be at times, and how baffling disgusting and incompetent it could be as well. I stress that Sunshine is wholly the better property I was able to enjoy more than whole episodes and character arcs completely this time around, as opposed to the original where I enjoyed maybe 10 minutes of its total 700 minute run from episode 1 to movie credits. 

The series had incredible characters to start, those already good characters ACTUALLY GREW INTO EVEN BETTER CHARACTERS, THESE CHARACTERS ACTUALLY GROW AND MATURE AND THAT’S INCREDIBLE. I’ll say openly that the second years are some of the best characters I’ve seen in any anime in the past several years, and I would never hope to take away from that. Better was that we actually had rivals that we could see and understand, that weren’t placed on a pedestal for no discernable reason, one that stood on relatively even ground that could be combatted in real time, force growth and change upon both groups. 

At the same time, while the series had heights and feats that rivaled Everest, it also had lows that would put the Mariana Trench to shame. No, I don’t care what anyone says, I will never get over all the bullshit that happened between Mari and Kanan, and how absolutely disgusting Kanan is, even now, refusing to grow up or stop being a cunt or do anything of value to the group you so claim to love. I’ll be generous and say I was fucking disgusted by SunRise repeating what happened with Honoka and Kotori in the first season here with Mari and Kanan, almost beat for beat. It was terrible the first time, and suicidally bad the second time. 

To regain the focus, by then end of it while my opinions were of the mixed nuts variety with plenty of roasted salt, I still gave it a hearty recommendation because I thought it was genuinely pretty good, blue cuntveats notwithstanding. 

NOW

Where my problem overall with Season 2 lies. If it disappointment and wasted potential were a physical force this series could level mountains. 

From the beginning we’re told that we’re on an incredibly strict time crunch and that we need to focus all our efforts hardcore in the second round. 

Only for almost literally all of the first 6 or 7 episodes to be nothing but filler and padding to waste time, where no growth or progression of any kind took place at all, and such wonderful gems as 

Dia: Please call me Dia-Chan.

Chka: No!

and the omnipresent 

Chika: Teach how to do a backflip

Kanan: Not on your fucking life!

Kanan: Oh shit she learned how to do the backflip... 

Where it all came to a head however was with the reveal of just how many students the school actually had, because that was something that was never brought up. The total number of students is 68 when all are accounted for. And the is beyond miserable. 100 fucking students isn’t enough, to maintain the school you need at least 200, but closer to 300. With 68 students the school should’ve closed fucking years ago. The revelation of that number killed the entire fucking show, it made moot the efforts and development of every single fucking character, because no matter what, even if they had gotten 100 students, this same predicament would still inevitably rear its head once again next year or the year fuckin after. 

I want to make clear, more than anyone else on this site, I have authority to speak on this matter, and no one can refute this, hell I’d barely even listen to them if they did because I severely fucking doubt they ever dealt with this sort of thing, if they did they would totally agree with me.

I have come face to face with a school closure myself. 15 years ago the district announced that my Elementary school would be closing, this school with 700 students that churned out some of the best results in the city might I add. It was a hard and long fought battle, it lasted 3 years, but eventually the parents won that war, and it’s still open now. How did they do that? By actually getting involved, going to meetings, talking directly to superintendents and comptrollers, explaining things like how some of them go to work really early or work late, they can’t send their kids anywhere else because they’d never be able to make it to other schools in the morning on time or pick up on time because of how far away they are, how different schools offer different programs, and not all schools offer the same accommodations for special needs children as this one did, ETC. The point is, the parents got active in the fight, the people that might have been able to affect the outcome did, and while it was no easy task, they did it, they actually fucking one that battle. 

I don’t expect even a fraction of that to occur, but to at the same time tell me that the parents don’t know or care at all, much less any of the other fucking 59 students are powerless to help in any meaningful capacity is an absolute load of horse shit. 

Where it started to bring my blood to a boil, nay to a bursting point, was what happened in the last to episodes with Saint Snow. The best song the franchise ever gave us was Self Control, followed by Shocking Party. This is a fact. From a single interaction some of the most intriguing and likeable characters we got were also Saint Snow. For them to be all but ignored in season 2 until 8 fucking episodes in is ludicrous, but for their first appearance in over 10 episodes to be them failing a concert and us not even getting to hear any of the fucking song, is insulting, it’s infuriating, it’s domestic abuse. This isn’t a slap in the face, this is Studio SunRise forcefully shoving their cock in your mouth against your will and punching you in the eyes with brass knuckles for crying about the cock in your mouth. 

Honest to God, if I wasn’t committed to seeing this through, these last two episodes would be my first set my merchandise on fire moment, and that is saying a lot. It might sound like i’m being overdramatic, but honestly there are a lot of people that agree with me on this matter. 

I did a lot of thinking in writing this post and it took me the better part of an hour to write it. I still hold fast on my thoughts about the original, 2/10 garbage. 

I still hold to my opinions of season 1 Sunshine, 7/10 very good. 

But this season? Well let me put it this way, I score every episode and tally the scores at the end, if season one got a 70 percent

Season 2 probably wouldn’t even reach a combined 20/130 

I will still recommend newcomers to Sunshine season 1 absolutely, but I will also absolutely tell them to pretend season 2 never happened, do not watch it because it will make you commit homicide in the aftermath. 

Why do I hate Sunshine Season 2? 

Because SunRise finds new and exciting ways to fail at absolutely everything on every single level every week. I infamously gave the movie a 1/10, in the long run, I think I would sooner rewatch that movie on loop than ever rewatch this season of Sunshine ever again. 

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[ellyzsx]

Story time

Suicidal thoughts run keen through my head. Driving through Krakow country side I saw a housing estate next to lovely tall trees - forest like - and thought what a lovely area to be able to play as children. Then I wondered which is the tallest tree could I hang myself from? No former context, no sadness, just my empty emotions triggering my brain to tell myself I should be dead. This is how my life is now.

I dream most days and nights of my life ending in disasters. Lachesism. I say I'm scared of when lorrys drive to close or fast past me. But I'm scared for the moments when they don't kill me. People point out that I drive recklessly because they are afraid of the end; I'm not afraid. Driving that way feels like freedom, my chance to escape, even with intent to cause self harm.

I don't want a grave stone, I don't want my ashes to be spread. I want my organs donated and the rest burnt. The ashes can be used in cooking because I am one spicy mother fucker! Joking!! Don't worry, I really just want them turned in to jewelry so I can still shine while I'm gone.

The ironic thing about my situation is that I want to die to end my suffocating thoughts but at the same time I still have little bits of me that knows some of my self worth. Contradictory as it may be, I probably laugh and smile everyday without a doubt but my thoughts of disaster never leave. I work and study hard but I'm still occasionally believe I am a failure in my mind; like I'm always worse than everyone in the room. I love people and helping out everyone, but I think everyone hates me and would be better off not having me around. It's complicated in my mind.

I feel on the road to recovery, I can admit that I'm not okay when I don't feel okay, I know the past history that has gotten me to how I am and I'm seeking help; 3rd increase dose of Anti-depressants, Cognative Behavioural Therapy and many other forms of help I can get. I have supportive friends and family, I'm very lucky that I have my dream career job and I get to go on amazing holidays like just travelling in Poland for the past weekend. I just don't know what it is that drives myself hatrid other than... well myself.

It's a viscious cycle that I can't get escape. I'm motivated and feeling fine one day, something goes wrong very easily that affects me for weeks and then I find a little bit of motivation to build myself back up and it happens again... and again... and again. I try and count my blessings but in order to do that I draw Venn diagrams to see the wrong, okay and right things in my life. It's an occasional thing and the amount of varience I get each time seems like a uncoordinating joke. But It gives me a sense of assurance when things are okay or right for a few weeks in a row.

I've been taught many coping mechanisms in my past 4 years of anxiety and depression. Even writing them down in this form feels weirdly like a strategy. I'm explaining my dark and ugly, following my long journey ahead, and explaining what works for me. Even if one person gains usefulness then this is all worth it.

As we are on the topic of helpfulness: I like being helpful - it gives me a purpose other than selfish motives. If I've been helpful to one person and not to the rest of the crowd I feel like a failure. I desire to be the famous hero who didn't do it for fame but for the sheer enjoyment of people liking them and for a purpose in other people's lives. So I try to help - I volunteer at my local explorer scout group, I help raise and organise charity events, I help and support friends and family. I even try to go the extra mile at work to raise awareness of women in engineering to help inspire and shape them little girls to be the change our industry needs. I also help educate teams on mental well-being and illnesses with in the work place to bring the awareness to here and now.

All positive were written there, but the underlying negative abuse I hurl at myself for everything I've not been enough help on or not doing at all hurts:

"I'm not helpful I'm just in the way, I'm pathetic, I'm a waste of space, they don't need me, they'd be better off without me, it's not working you're a failure, you are making it more worse, stop trying you aren't a good person for doing it."

Just as them thoughts constantly pass through my mind another extreme example from this evening I write on - I was on the train back from Birmingham walking through derby station, I had the thought that I could run away on any train go ahead and not look back and when I'm on the train I can take every single tablet I own and swallow it to die. Or i could come back another night with a home made bomb and make sure I'm in a carraige with no people in it. Why not die? Make it a dramatic escape. Even in the last few typed words I had the thought of jumping in front of a train which would take no effort and only affect 1 person's life than my own. Why do I have these thoughts? Am I a physco path planning my death at every opportunity?

Reading back the first few paragraphs I see how contradicting my thought patterns are. Living with Anxiety and Depression for me is being followed by a voice, it knowing all my insicurities and how to use them against me. It gets to a point where it's the loudest voice in a room, that I can't hear anything else. I don't remember a time when it wasn't like this, when the voices didn't make me feel empty and alone inside. What's even worse is a lot of the people I have opened my heart to have let me down, causing me to shut down further.

My past history is not brilliant, I never felt secure with my friends, I was harassed in college and I've always struggled to maintain my apperance. I've been through some tough break ups of friends and partners and my relationships with family has not always been stable. One thing I find hard is to love myself and know myself worth when the people around you don't like you and tell you that you aren't good enough. But through all this at the same time I've had some amazing times.

I do want to be happy. I just feel useless most days. I try not to complain but the grass isn't always greener and I feel in constant mud. It sounds pathetic but I feel like I'm in a rut. At the moment everything is fine with friends and work. It I don't feel important. I don't feel as if there is any worth to my day's. I get up, go to work, and then do nothing until I get home and sleep. I mean sure I go to netball, dance, yoga and I volunteer at a scout group but it doesn't feel like I'm doing any of it for myself and I'm slowly giving up on trying to please those around me.

But I guess I do it for the hope of my future, for the one, for the wedding, for the kids, for the house, for the lazy Sunday morning lie ins with the loved ones. It's all a fantasy.

Tonight at explorers we were doing first aid training and one scenario was that one of the boys had a cut on his wrist and he was bleeding out. Through those discussions I was thinking how I could slit my wrists and drown in the bath and no one would be able to put me in the recovery position. Another perfect idea but inconveniencing whomever finds me. It doesn't sicken me thinking of myself this way. Maybe it's how I'm meant to be.

My mum tells me I should think positive thoughts but it's like an urge to plan how I should die. Another disaster I saw was a crash this morning. I wish I was in the place of the other person.

Not paying attention to lectures is becoming a really bad habit. I still haven't started writing for my digital assignment which is due in 5 days! But I have decided I would like to end up working for the Naval group in Adelaide Australia! I finally have an aim!! It feels good and when I travel there next year I will get to see if it's what I desire!

Another person has just unfriended me on Snapchat? What the hell have I done wrong now? I'm getting sick of being made out to be the bad guy all of the time :/ And now Facebook!! All for shutting him down over complaining that people can't be themselves or get offended. I've had enough of this work force, it literally is a battle every week just to keep peace. I don't want to listen to your political opinion every 2 minutes I'm sorry but I'm here to work. The ignorance of some people.

Do you know what I'm going to work my arse off and start this assignment today and prepare the manufacturing question to prove to the haters that they only make me more powerful :) oh the contrast in these paragraphs is funny.

This afternoon I spoke to my mum on how all my emotional trauma started. She understands now and it feels like a relief to be honest. I've just been to netball and I feel like I've played really well!

I have decided on a main goal within my career! Naval group Adalaide Australia! (Not long term but a few years in Australia won't do me harm in my life time! Now I've explored the majority of Europe it's time to step in to the big leagues!) Naval group design submarines for the Australian Navy and with my career path I hope that I will have the opportunity to be able to try and apply for a job there some day in the next 15 years! Now I just need to maintain motivation.

What to do when motivation is running low in the future:

• Find the worth of what you are doing

• research and re-inspire!

• be powerful enough to overcome the ruts!

• believe in yourself - you are capable!

• remove any distractions

I just read a quote that said 'don't worry darling this is just a chapter, not your whole story' and I thought well it's a fucking long one! I'm sat drinking mocha staring outside of a uni window in a corridor I look so depressed it's funny! I just needed to get away from the noise and the stress. I only want to talk to one person but he doesn't know that and it's starting to stress me out but it's my own fault for falling for him when he told me not to. On the plus side I definitely want a nice view in my house when i move to Aussie! I mean looking outside to wet britain it's really nice but sunny aus will be tonnes better!

I'm stressed, my brain hurts and I'm tired. I really want this assignment gone. I'm physically in pain from yoga and I'm exhausted :( moan moan moan moan I'm even pissing myself off. I could do with a power nap or somewhere comfortable to sit. I also miss my earphones :(

Just met a lovely man and had a chinwag it was distracting but it's nice to get to know people without it being depressing all the time!

I was in a one night stand with a 28 year old in a 7 year relationship. Put myself on tinder.

I'm tired of people they never fail to disappoint me

Netball is good though! Proper enjoyed chatting with everyone! Good stress relief and even though I haven't done much it took my mind off the crap earlier.

It's been a while

It's working

I feel ok

I'm no longer a mess

I can stop these thoughts

I counter act them

Not everyone hates me

[pettydavis]

I've been having a hell of a time at college. I've suffered from depression for years but its like coming to college went and emphasized every aspect of myself that I hated and booted my social skills back to square one. I'm a junior now, and I'm still struggling to connect with th few friends I've made on campus and now my depression has gotten to a point where its directly affecting my ability to function academically. I even had to take a year off so now my class is graduating without me 1/?

During that year off I spent a lot of time in and out of the hospital trying to learn coping skills and while I feel I've improved a bit I'm still not at the point I need to be in order to take on a full load of courses and I'm starting to consider the possibility of dropping out for good, at least out of the college I'm at now. Problem is I'll be a senior next year, and I feel quitting at this point might be a mistake. But I'm not sure how I can keep up with school in general. (2/?)

Anyway sorry I'm not even sure what I'm asking here, I've just been in a real rough spot for years and I feel super burnt out. (3/3)    

oh gurl, so i had to put on my beyonce favourites playlist and think about this for a bit.

i just wanna begin with, you’re not alone. i’ve talked about depression on my blog before, sometimes vaguely and sometimes in great detail. and i hope this doesn’t sound patronising or pedantic, but even if there’s no one out there you feel like you can talk to, i’m here. because i’ve been in your position not too long ago (not with school mind) but depression really took a sledgehammer to my life from 2014-2016 and didn’t stop beating me until i finally escaped my situation. i felt like my life was slowly rotting from the inside out, with me at the heart of the entire mess.

now i’m not sure this will work for you, but i’m gonna tell you the things that helped me get through some of the worst times in those years, and i hope perhaps you can glean Something that you can use to help you:

i did small things. like, every day i told myself i was gonna do one thing. it didn’t matter What it was, or how small, or how stupid. but i would pick one thing, and do it the best that i could. of course, there were days i couldn’t even get up, i couldn’t do Anything, and even if i could, i didnt do it to the extent i wanted. but that’s okay, because the point was that i tried. it really wasn’t about completely the task, either. it was mostly about distracting myself, trying to pull my focus away from my feelings and just MAKE something so i still felt like i was here, yknow? like i was still alive, even if just a little bit. and the days i didn’t get anything done? those were hard, because it really ate away at me, and made me feel useless. but when i eventually collapsed from sheer exhaustion from FEELING all these awful things, i’d just remind myself that there was always tomorrow, i could try again tomorrow. that i was still a person, and i got through the day anyway. what was nice about this though, was when i DID get something done, it made me feel good. it helped me survive some of my hardest days, and i clung to that sense of accomplishment as long as i could before the next bout of sadness.

i also talked a lot. to myself, to my friends (if they were around and/or if i was feeling particularly open and expressive that day), to tumblr, to my grandmother. i would just....talk. regardless of who was listening, or if they were listening at all. and if they weren’t, i would just come here, or write it down somewhere. just as long as i got to vent all these Feelings swirling around inside me, so i wouldn’t have to carry them with me all the time. it’s sorta partly why i decided to start doing advice asks some nights, cuz i feel like, there were times where i didn’t have anyone to unload to, and having even just One person listen is helpful. but honestly, talk. i know it’s hard trying to articulate sometimes, just how deep and intense and profound your sadness or anxiety can be, but getting it out really alleviates some of the pressure, ukwim? sometimes i would talk to my irl friends @thedionlee or @dibu-johndoe, who i was lucky to have cuz they were always there to listen to my inane nattering over the dumbest things. but even that relieved some of the anxiety i felt at my situation. i say this so much, but find that safe space for you, and just let it out.

eventually i felt comfortable enough to seek out professional help (which you’ve done already). but i think it’s worth mentioning that it took me awhile to find the methods that worked for me. it took me almost a whole year just to figure out what was wrong with my head (adhd and depression FTW! \o/), and it took me almost just as long to find what helped me. i talked to countless psychiatrists and neurologists, would see my GP near damn constantly, talked to everyone from friends/family going thru similar struggles to all amount of medical professionals and finally FINALLY found something that worked for me (a combination of talk-therapy and an anti-depressant, and an adhd medication). it will take time, but you WILL get there. you will find what works for you, and eventually those things will help you cope enough to get to something close to normal (i think it’s hard to describe just how NOT normal things will ever be again, but i’m certain you understand what i mean).

i just realised that during your stay in the hospital they may have taught you some of these coping mechanisms, but i suppose it doesn’t hurt to have a reminder that someone was and is going through the same things as you?

now on the matter of school, do what’s best for you. that’s always my advice in these situations, because the most important person in your life, is you. if you feel like dropping out might be a mistake, think about why that might be (provided it doesn’t cause you too much more anxiety, of course, cuz the goal here is to lessen the load)? what’s at stake if you leave college? are there opportunities that you’d like to take in the future where finishing school is a prerequisite? will be able to go back in the future if you do drop out? i know you’ve taken some time off to help yourself get better, but perhaps a tad bit more would help reflect on what you want out of college, what paths it might lead to.

just put some distance between you and your situation for a hot minute. treat yourself to something, or spend time doing something you love, or (if possible) take a trip somewhere (even if it’s not far, even if it’s just like, taking a walk every day or visiting a museum or Something). You just need some distance to think about it. because if you what you want is on the other side of college, maybe it’s good to consider trying to finish. but if not, if you feel like it may harm you in some way, emotionally, or physically, or even spiritually, then leave. if a big proponent of letting go of the things that hurt you, or the things you’re not ready to tackle yet. because honestly, you really can always come back to them and pick them up again. whatever you feel like will help your road to recovery, is the best option. if that’s leaving school and focusing on improving your mental health, then so be it. college is stressful enough, obviously. and miss depression, sis?????? she out here actin like she pays all the bills and cooks all the food and cleans and runs the shit when she wasn’t even invited inside. deal with her first if you feel like you have to, your life will continue once you feel better. never let none of these fools out here tell you otherwise.

unfortunately i’m not too sure how to help connecting with your friends??????? i suppose, just absorb as much joy you gain from them that miss depression doesn’t snatch, relish in the time you spend with them, when you leave them at the end of the day think about the nice feelings you had when you were with them and when and why they happened, it may help you recognise what it is you like about them or being around them. socialising is difficult, i know. finding new and interesting people is hard when you might feel like nothing will ever be interesting again, but i think in that respect, focus on or find people that make you feel good, or at ease, or just plain normal. and don’t worry about people graduating ahead of you, babs. take it from someone who JUST started going back to school, none of that shite matters in like 5-10 years. everyone’s path is different, and just because yours might come a year later (or 2 or 5 or 10 etc etc) doesn’t mean you won’t get there.

hopefully i didn’t chat too much shit to you, and that i helped you in some way. but please please please remember i’m (and hopefully others in your life) are here if you need anything, even if it’s just to vent. it’s like, 2017 is the year for healing bih, and just because you or i may need help getting it, doesn’t mean we don’t deserve it.

#advice #arsebox #thesaltiestgoat

[anime-matchmaker-blog]

Hello, May I have a match up for Durarara and Free please? I'm an INFP, straight female. 18 years old. Laughs when mad as a mechanism to not openly show it. I listen to a lot of music like Kpop, Jpop, JRock, Alternative etc etc. I have green eyes and shoulder length brown hair . I'm very athletic and I work out daily. I have a few close friends but I know a lot of people. I am the older sibling to a sister who is 8 years younger than me, so I've had to be responsible for her and myself as well.

SORRY FOR THE LOOONG DELAY jfkajfkd ; u ; Thank you for being patient with our slow ass and I hope you’ll like your matches! Trying to get back into the swing of things so apologies for the short length orz

Your matches are…:

Durarara!! - Yumasaki Walker

Like you, Walker has a circle of close friends surrounding him, so it isn’t easy for either of you to communicate with one another when hidden in your own private sphere. You see Walker around Akiba instead, arms full of the latest volumes of his favorite manga and light novel series. Despite his skinny stature, he’s strong - not exactly athletic, but he’s capable of lifting. He has never stepped foot in a gym before, so when you try taking him to one, he takes off at the speed of light. At least he can run.

He acts immature when it comes to anime and manga, but he’s capable of being mature if the situation needs him to be. You can’t help but look after him since you have experience in this matter, even though Walker can take care of himself. He finds your older sister endearing, actually - he likes teasing you for it and he doesn’t mind being pampered once in a while. You tease him back by criticizing his taste in music, which often launches a debate in which artist is better. Although your interactions with him are playful, he can tell if something’s wrong when you start laughing. He can differentiate between a laugh of pure anger and a laugh of annoyance. In cases like these, he’ll act accordingly, sometimes with violence, most times not. Whatever he does, he always strive to keep you safe and happy.

Tachibana Makoto(Free!): Being a rather kind and considerate guy makes Makoto rather easyto befriend, even for more introverted people like yourself. His friendlypersonality and gentle demeanor can be rather soothing at times and with himaround, you can always feel at ease. Makoto isn’t the most outgoing personthere is, especially when compared to Nagisa, though he isn’t one to exactlyshy away from interacting with strangers either. Makoto most likely knows ofyou, and vice versa too since you know a lot of people, but that’s about it.It’s only from seeing you out and about working out that gives Makoto a chanceto actually get to know you. It could simply be a coincidence that he keepsrunning into you but given how frequent it is, Makoto utilizes that chance tospeak with you more. If you prefer to keep to yourself then Makoto will leaveyou alone, not wanting to bother or make you uncomfortable. If you’re fine withMakoto being around then, it might be slightly awkward at first due to him nothaving much of an idea on what sort of topic he can converse with you about,but after a few attempts, he’ll likely ask you about your hobbies, inparticular about your work outs. While Makoto mainly swims, he’s still interestedwhen it comes to hearing and watching other sports. Considering Rei used to beon the track team, he might even have a few comments here and there if you takepart in running.

It’d be by chance that Makoto ends up running into you andyour sister one day. He’d hesitate slightly at first, not wanting to intrude,but will still call out a greeting to you in the end, and as a result, he’dmeet your sister. Of course, he won’t stick around for long and leave afterwardsbut the next time he gets the chance to converse with you, will likely ask youabout her. He also has younger siblings of his own so this just becomes somethingthe two of you have in common and another topic to discuss. Makoto loveslistening to any stories you’re willing to share about your sister and he’d happilytell you ones of his own about his siblings. Simply listening to you talk letshim see a different side of you and he finds it to be pretty heartwarming. Ifyou ever need a hand with anything though, Makoto is more than willing to help.He’s aware that you know a lot of people and have few close friends but hesincerely hopes that you’ll be able to include him in that latter group insteadof the former.

He does admit that hearing you laugh does catches him offguard sometimes, since he’s not sure if you’re laughing at something because it’sfunny or if you’re actually mad… Even with time and having gotten to know you prettywell, there will be times he’s unsure, even when given the context.

#Durarara!! #Yumasaki Walker #Free! #Tachibana Makoto #matchups #request #anonymous #sara's stuff #Stella writes #request collab