#that last bit give me chills jfc

[sending-love-letters]

Comin' in hot with some smuty thoughts! ( On on anon cause I'm embarrassed for some reason 😳 I'm normally so shameless...) Ok so I recently discovered the joys of edibles (got legalized in my state not too long ago) and I've been a mess ever since. 🥴🥴

So I APPARENTLY get suuuper chill and mushy brained and low key but HIGH key horny and affectionate when I'm high, like some real dreamy heart eyed cartoon character stuff 😅 , and last night a had the best thought. Slashers seeing you get high and turn into the most submissive, obedient, cloud brained thing. Up for just about anything, and wanting nothing more than to please them and feel good. Assuming prior consent of course. I might have to write a whole fucking post about this JFC.

Since I know you love creep!bottom!Vincent, I'll deposit those particular brainworms here~

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Jesus... he doesn't know where to start with you.

You've practically laid yourself out on a golden platter for him, with a sign stating "Use me as you please!" His mind is swimming with the possibilities, unsure where to go first, and you climbing into his lap to pushing your face into his neck and run your hands all over him isn't helping! You make up his mind for him when you sink to your knees in front of him and start grabbing at his zipper. He spreads his legs and lets you get to work, doing everything he's taught you he likes.

Before he lets you finish things though, he's gonna use you like his personal toy, which... you basically are ;). He's gonna be the biggest handful of bossy, bratty, asshole bottom you've ever seen. He's grinning as he pulls you off his drool covered cock, the pathetic whine you let out making him feel every bit the smug shit he is. He brings a finger to your chest and your addled brain can just barely make out him tracing SLUT across your skin, all you do is nuzzle his thighs in response.

He stands up, shedding his clothes under your hungry gaze, he wanders over to the clothing wrack to grab a thin scarf, then over to his bed. He lays himself down on the bed and crooks a finger at you in a "come here" motion, then huffs a raspy laugh when instead of standing, you crawl over to the bed before joining him on it.

He ties the scarf around your neck like a leash and collar, grabs the lube from the nightstand and tosses it at you, and tells you to get to work. The next hour or so is spent with your fingers pumping in and out of his hole, while he moans and sighs and humps up into your pliant mouth, tugging on your "leash" when he wants you to go harder, all the while you're sitting there doing everything you can to draw more from him, please him, give him much pleasure as possible. The night ends with him forcing you over his face and sucking and licking at you and into you, while you shiver and shake and gasp and sigh above him.

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Fuck that was long. This is by far the dirtyest thing I've written/confessed. 🫢😳

Is okay, I am also a little shy about my own thots and likes~ I am not the type to judge. Feel free to drop any other brainworms in my inbox. 👀💘

I am happy to know that the edibles have been hitting well. 👀

ALSO, LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU DECIDE TO WRITE ABOUT IT!!!

And you know me too well, creep, submissive and bottom Vincent (or any other of my sweethearts) is my undoing ahajsklsla.

NONNY... NONNY...

I am barking, frothing at the mouth, biting my pillow, screaming, crying, throwing up, punching the walls.

Gosh, I know Vincent will be so mean about it too. He's going to take full advantage at how pliant and needy and just plain on pathetic you are acting. Holding you down and pulling you off whenever he wants. Like an excited puppy I'm-...

Oh gosh... the (not so) subtle tracing of s l u t on your chest and just thinking too long on it before he sees the spark of recognition and just grinning at it.

I am also LOSING MY MIND AT THE "USING A SCARF AS A LEASH"!? Vincent... please... I am not into choking but please... scarf me up daddy (cringes). I will do my best to pleasure you please one chance. He's going to get so damn whiny and flustered. Considering he is so greedy he'll push you into overstimulating him till he cries so don't you dare stop.

Also... he might be a bottom who is being absolutely needy but in this case, you definitely aren't in control... I am dead... I am dead. Just picturing him holding tightly onto your hips as he pleasures you with him mouth and no matter how much you try to tell him to slow down he just goes faster and sloppier...

He's going to mention that to his lover once the fog goes away from their brain. He can't wait to see how you react after all is done.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts, they're absolutely sinful 🫀🫀🫀

#a love letter for me (answer) #slasher #smut #house of wax #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #anon #tw weed #everyone needs to see this please

[waitmyturtles]

The hamster wheel of my brain can’t stop spinning, and I have a bit more meta that I need to chew on for Moonlight Chicken episode 6 (part 1 is here and part 2 is here, and I stg that I need to move awn from this episode at some point -- Aof, this is all your fault, I’m getting Bad Buddy-ed again). And whoops, I also have a tad bit of meta for episode 5, too that I forgot to add in that review (here), so here we go -- happy Saturday, fam, hope you’re brunching away!

(Ooooh, and also, I updated my MC Big Themes list for eps. 5 and 6. As always, if you have suggestions for great posts for me to list, please send them, and I’ll add them!) 

1) Episode 5: I totally forgot to mention in my first review that Aof hasn’t forgotten the big macroeconomic conversation about the impact of the food court on Pattaya. Namely, that business meeting that Wen was in, where the discussion of the purchase of the historic market buildings was happening. When that boss said, “This is Thailand. Big fish always eat small fish.”

I honestly think we see this theme returning in episode 6 -- when Alan refuses the loan to Jim. At that moment in time, Alan has resources, he has power. And he admits to Jim: I can’t separate work from personal matters, I can’t administer the loan to you. (Hmph, Mr. Professional, okay.)

Call this an extrapolation, but I wonder if Aof is making a point here. In the end, these big economics are about greed and resource hoarding. Is the food court in Pattaya about a mathematical calculation in “helping” or “investing” back into Pattaya? Or is it about making money at the hands of the private companies and government figures who are allowing the food court to be built?

Is the loan refusal that Alan makes to Jim about protecting Alan’s bank or the bank’s customers? Or is it about Alan’s greed and jealousy towards Jim in wanting Wen back? (I think this is gently reflective of how Alan commodifies Wen in episode 5, when he says to Jim, and I’m paraphrasing, “just return what was taken from me.” Alan is a banker -- he’s a resources guy, and thinks in resource terms, even about his love life). 

Love, in these instances -- a “love” for Pattaya, Alan’s “love” for Wen -- is being commodified for rewards and greed. 

2) Episode 6: I mentioned this scene in my last two (!! JFC, two) posts about episode 6, so I’m repeating myself, but I really, really loved the scene where Wen was falling asleep on Jim’s lap (yay, it got gif-ed!). For me, there was so, so much in that scene.

I keep coming back to Wen’s line: “Do you take this place as your home?” I wrote before that that line obviously refers to the conversation that opened the episode, about love-as-home, and I also meditated that I think that line could also be a reference to Pattaya itself.

But I think also why this scene is sticking with me is because of the meaning of falling asleep on a lap, in a room like Jim’s living room.

I think it’s just such a genius stroke of Aof to situate Jim’s living arrangement as an old-school house that happens to be a rental. On the one hand, the rental aspect gives the house a temporary nature in Jim’s life -- it could disappear at any time. On the other hand, the old-school design and layout gives the house such a rooting in the past -- as if the past is still permanent in Jim’s mind and world.

I’m going to take a guess here, but I think there’s deeper meaning to Wen falling asleep on Jim’s lap as they’re situated in Jim’s old-school living room. Those long, flat, wooden-frame couches with the flat cushions. If you grew up in SE Asia, or visited like I did as a kid -- you so know those couches. With your uncles sitting on them, with their legs crossed, ankles resting on the opposite knee. Or your uncles and aunties sitting with one leg tucked under them, the other leg with the knee up and foot perched on the couch. Just chilling, talking. 

When my fam would visit when I was a kid, and we’d go visiting to all the houses, as soon as we landed on those couches, it was like time slowed down. Our extended family got comfortable with us visiting Americans -- and we were all as one again, one big family, chilling, eating fruit, laughing, catching up. 

So I’m vibing that there’s an old-school comfort to that room that, I wonder, I think, that scene is referencing. If we were lucky enough to have kind parents as kids, we can remember falling asleep on our parents’ laps -- an easy occurrence to conjure on those old-school couches, for sure.

I think Jim and Wen are evoking “home” in that scene on so many levels. On the love level -- when you love someone, you’re home, and you are that person’s home. On the temporal level, and on the geographical level.

Wen asks Jim -- “do you take this place as your home?” This rental? This living room? This town? This person?

And Jim, in that scene -- at first, he pulls back. (Remember Nozue pulling back from Togawa in Old Fashion Cupcake as Togawa sobs?)

Then Jim strokes Wen’s hair. He eases up, he settles in. That’s what you do on those couches -- you ease up and chill out. Because, even in a temporary place, you can find home in a living room like that. Because you grew up with love in a living room like that. 

(SHEESH. AOF!!! DUDE! WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME.)

#moonlight chicken #moonlight chicken meta #earthmix #earth pirapat #mix sahaphap #first kanaphan #jim x wen #wen x jim #backaof noppharnach

[imperial-nuisance-rudje]

Time to start a series of EW effortposts, i guess.

Note that I got sick (AGAIN) and had pretty bad weather-based connectivity issues since i took the earliest of these screenshots, so my memory will be pretty shoddy.

Anyway, postin'.

I've already hollered about the twins' shitty dad so I won't reprise that, instead skipping forward to when you pick who visits you. I've been too busy moving MSQ forward to re-check everything, but given my faves it's probably not shocking that i chose...

Estinien.

I didn't get most of his little speech, but he just wanted to express support and a desire to protect in his cute, awkward way.

Also, jfc if a character as pale as Shayun is nearly invisible due to the cutscene lighting, anyone with darker skin is just going to be a shadowy blob.

Anyway, Estinien flees.

Out the window. You know, as you do.

Also if I hadn't established that Shayun and Estinien are just utterly incompatible this cutscene would have had me making jokes, but no it's just more autism to autism communication.

There's a couple cutscenes I didn't grab establishing both what people are thinking about the Garlean prisoners as well as setting up ominous shadow effects on people.

Which Erenville seems to be able to sense? Not sure if it's a nod to how Viera are typically very magically sensitive in other FFs or just Erenville being sensitive to changes in his environment, since the former hasn't really been established in 14.

Anyway!

So Thavnair has a mild case of the Armageddons (as in, the weather is literally "Apocalypse")! I'm sure it's fine, says the dog sitting in a burning house.

The dungeon wasn't anything special, but the final boss is incredibly fucking rude to the photosensitive--one of its attacks causes the whole screen to pulse red or blue as the tell, and it's really bad to look at. Not quite Paradigm's Breach tier, but at least on the level of World of Darkness. Very nasty.

I still murdered the fuck out of it, of course.

Ahewann trying to convince Vrtra that his fears are unfounded and revealing himself as the true leader of Thavnair would only help.

I can't remember the lead-up to this, but Estinien refuses to let a troubled member of the First Brood pass by without getting into position for Dragon Therapy.

I think investigation into why people were transforming into monsters happens after this? Which, uh, leads me to a major issue I had.

So. Ahewann's death.

Besides being another victim of the two-for-one deal that is Endwalker (if we'd had an expansion+patches to come to know and care deeply for him, his death would have hit MUCH harder--as it is it feels like he jobbed), it's also just really badly blocked out. The last time the WoL has a case of the Glueboots this severe is when Asahi is beating the shit out of Yotsuyu, and it feels just as bad now as it did then. If they didn't want to have the WoL have to pause and attack bc of job reasons (tbf the correct distance for one job to feel right is different from another, so i don't blame them), they at least should have put them further back.

It's just way too obvious that Ahewann died entirely due to authorial decree. It doesn't feel like a natural outgrowth of the events of the cutscene. Given how little time we've had with Ahewann, it also feels like a cheap move for free emotions!

I do not like Ahewann's death.

Oh yeah, and afterward catboy proves that he is also the Crystal Exarch so anyone who thinks i should chill over things the Exarch did can shut it, the game itself says they're the same person now.

Final WoLshot for this post, bc the next post is a behemoth and will need every last bit of image space I can give

that's right it's time for

DRAGON THERAPY WITH DR ESTINIEN (vrtra edition)

#rudje plays ffxiv #final fantasy #endwalker spoilers

[misquigleya]

that episode was really good and i wanted it to keep going like hi hello please give me a full 3 hours of that episode. but like always...thoughts belooooow

WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT MISTY ELAINE QUIGLEY LIKE !!! i'm so mad at her right now like babes, did you really think telling that to literally ANYONE OUT THERE would be super chill about it?! i just...rip kristen "crystal the pistol" whatever your last name was. didn't deserve that bestie.

on the topic of besties; miss natalie can we be a bit more appreciative of misty using her stalking powers for good for once???? smh at least SHE TRIED TO FIND YOU while tai and shauna are off doing their own thing.

speaking of shauna; you and callie are gonna put jeff in an early grave like ladies please. also randy please...the lotion....really?? sir. just...the sadecki family is just doing super well and i hope callie has grandparents to go live with her parents are arrested and thrown in prison.

VAN AND TAI MY HEART !!! but also now i'm nervous about van cause that story about her mom vicky....something don't seem right about it especially with van going to dig the pills out of the trash and popping a few before other tai said hello which love that van still knows when other tai is driving and just that "you're the other one huh" like as;dklfj but i got a feeling that van is sick and i'M SAD LIKE PLEASE

sooo we all saw the rifle in lottie's little cabinet right??? and we're all thinking that lottie has designed the cult camp grounds to mirror that of the woods??? cause i'm gettin some strong vibes that that is exactly what that hottie has done and just...antler queen is woken up

def feel like we're gonna see more of misty's vicious side come out cause that little bit with her and walt in the car....full on thought she was gonna do something to him ( still might, we don't know ) but uh...walt just avoid and stay away okay bud or you're gonna be flying like crystal/kristen

keyvn you need to get a new partner cause that guy is a fucking loose canon and annoying as hell. like jfc. PLUS HE'S CREEPY AS SHIT LIKE DUDE C'MON

upside is it looks like we get the gang dancing around the fire next week and i'm excited for that and i'm gonna need a do-over on that mistnat reunion cause tHAT WAS SHIT

...here's hoping nugget the mouse makes it out alive

#( spoilers below the cut dont read emmmmm ) #( ran out of teammates to munch on | out of character )

[kellykadesperate]

just finished things fall apart and i’m in utter awe

#that last bit give me chills jfc #it was incredible #things fall apart #books

[rawbins-undertale-blog]

hey there again!!!

might i slide in this fine ask box with another HC request?

if yes, then could you please write some HCs where uf and ht sanses and papyruses (seperate of course) s/o gets put in a hospital for a lil bit? you can decide what happened to s/o. maybe a bad heatstroke cuz its summer or something (totally not because its a bad heatwave where im living rn haha nope). idk, i just crave angst or hurt/comfort again from my fave skeletons.

if you're not up for this, its totally fine!!

thank you, have a chill day/night B)

- 🌌 anon whos sunburns arent stinging that much anymore B)

*Evil cackling* OH-HO-HO, yOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT MONSTER YOU HAVE UNLEASHED…… I am an evil being who feeds off of angst and pain, and you’ve given me ample opportunity to make some of that sweet sweet angst >:-)))))))))

I tried to keep it ambiguous as to what you’re in for, mostly because I want you to be able to imagine heatstroke and me to be able to think “hahahah stab stab”! ^^

Also!!! The healthcare system in some other countries is fucking insane (like??? You guys have to pay to not die??????) so I’ll be going off of what I know about the healthcare system in Sweden where it’s free. (At least I’m 99% sure it’s free, except for like. Small things. For example, my antidepressants. I had to buy those myself when I was still on them.)

UF + HT BROS WHEN S/O IS IN THE HOSPITAL

Red (Underfell Sans):

He’s panicking so so bad, he’s terrified. What if you die?

Curses out anybody who tries to keep him from you, including the poor nurse who’s just doing their job

Actually he just. curses in general. He’s just spewing cuss words to seem angry instead of scared because That’s Definitely Better

Most likely out of all four to physically lash out at… well, anybody (except you obviously) lol

Red hates hospitals too, to make matters worse. He doesn’t know why, but they make him feel uncomfortable.

If somebody did this to you purposely and he’s not allowed by your side, he’s going out to find the person and kick their ass during that time lol

If nobody did this to you, he’s pacing and cursing and jfc Red, you do realise there are other people here right enjdjdjdjsjsk

This fucker tries to pull a “pfff nah i was never worried” but like. Red. Darling. Light of my life. Stars in my sky. Center of my universe. Bitch of my heart. Everyone can see right through your “anger” and literally your shaking voice is so not convincing. Get a better poker face and voice.

With some prodding, admits that finehewasscaredyou’ddieandhethoughthisheartstoppedforasecondwhichisweird’causehedoes’tevenhaveaheartanywaysthat’sovernowsowhocares

(He’s not great at expressing himself but it’s still progress)

WILL be staying right by you as you recover. You’ve no choice. (You do actually, he respects you and will back off if you tell him to)

Edge (Underfell Papyrus):

Oh no. Oh no.

Edge is trying his very best not to show any emotions but he’s not good at it because like. It doesn’t take a genius to see that him screeching angrily at people and demanding for the doctors to fix this is actually him poorly masking his fear. Edge doesn’t have the best poker face lol

He’s so pissed if he can’t stay right next to you the whole time. You’re his S/O!! What kind of bullshit is this?!

If you do need to be left alone with doctors and such things, Edge will do one or two things depending on why you're in the hospital, how bad what you’re in for is and for how long he can’t see you.

If you’re here for something like heatstroke - AKA something not brought on by somebody else - he’ll call friends and such while pacing and somewhat frantically share your current condition.

However, if anybody did this to you; and you’re in bad shape… Well, even fucking Satan will cower at the brutality of Edge’s revenge.

When he’s allowed to be, he’s by your side and - depending on why you’re in and for what - he might nag you for being careless, reassure you it wasn’t your fault, reassure you in general, and/or just stay silent.

It’s barely noticeable, but just noticeable enough, that you can tell that he’s shaking.

All it takes is a “are you okay?” For him to break and confess how scared he was.

For a moment he was back Underground and it was horrible and he felt so powerless and he hates that. He’s so, so happy you’re okay and he- he swears he’ll be with you on your way to recovery. Please just never get hurt again.

Dusk (Horrortale Sans):

If you thought Red and Edge were scared, just know it’s nothing compared to the absolute terror he feels.

Dusk knows how fragile the human body can  be. He’s seen horrific things happen to humans and monsters alike and he’s always hyper-aware of just how easy it’d be to kill and/or hurt you.

Logically, he knows you won’t die, he knows human anatomy well enough to know this is something you’ll bounce back from, but his instincts are going haywire and all he can think of are the mangled corpses back Underground. It doesn’t matter whether your condition has anything to do with broken limbs or not, because those pictures are what his mind is forcing onto him.

He refuses to leave your side. If he’s forced away from you by nurses/doctors/staff, he’ll protest but if he really can’t be by you for your safety, he’ll be anxiously hovering as close by as he possibly can. Whenever he’s allowed to touch you, he’s practically glued onto you.

If he’s sure it’s just the two of you, and you’re unconscious, he’ll probably cry.

He… He hates being reminded of your mortality. He hates the idea that any day could be your last. He doesn’t know what he’d do if you were gone.

(He’d dust, probably.)

If somebody else got your purposely hurt, he’s going to hunt them down after a while (after you’ve recovered enough for him to be comfortable leaving you alone for a bit). He’s not going to kill them, but he might rough them up a bit -- but most likely, he’ll just intimidate them and/or threaten them. (It’d be a different story if you were murdered.)

Whenever you’re conscious, he’ll do pretty much anything you say, so long as it won’t get you anymore hurt or risk stunting your recovery.

When you’re released from the hospital, he’ll be by your side nearly 24/7 because he hates the idea of you getting hurt again just because he wasn’t there to protect you.

Aster (Horrortale Papyrus):

Tries to look calm and composed, but he does about as poor of a job as his brother. He does better in that he doesn’t act out or get in the way of the nurses, but he’s also crying and shaking and sobbing and can’t stop.

You getting injured triggers him pretty badly. If you’re not bleeding, it’ll probably be “only” a bad anxiety attack, but if there’s any blood involved it’s escalating into a full-blown panic attack.

He’s a nurse himself, but I doubt he’d be allowed to work with the other nurses when it comes to you because of how unsteady he is. He’s not sure whether he’s thankful for it or not, because he doesn’t trust himself to do a good job but he also wants to be there for you. He trusts his colleagues, but it’s still nerve-wracking.

Just like the others, he’s glued to your side when he’s allowed to be. Very metaphorically. He’s the best of them all at giving you space, partially because he’s just more respectful lol and partially because he’s a nurse so he knows not to smother you with physical affection until you’re in the clear.

If somebody caused you to go into this state, he will just like Dusk go and find them. He won’t do anything physical, but he does intimidate the person very effectively. He’s a terrifying giant and he knows how to use that to his advantage.

When you’re fine again, he’ll be acting anxious and protective for a while. He feels really guilty about it (because he should be comforting you - plus, he’s a nurse! He’s seen way worse things on his job) but you’ll have to give him comfort. This whole thing didn’t inspire much positive feelings in him and it stressed him out a lot, it may honestly take more of a toll on him than it does you.

#imagines tag #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #undertale au #horrortale sans #y/n x sans #reader x sans #sans #sans x y/n #sans x reader #uf papyrus #y/n x papyrus #papyrus x y/n #reader x papyrus #papyrus #papyrus x reader #underfell #horrortale #🌌 anon

[seokoloqy]

Oh, Little Dove | kth (m)

➳ PAIRING: vampire!taehyung x reader x vampire!yoongi

➳ GENRE: smut, perhaps the tiniest bit of plot

➳ WORD COUNT: 2.8k

➳ WARNINGS: taehyung is a sadistic fuck and a huge asshole and I hate him, MC honestly hates him too lol, cursing, dubcon, hair pulling, a single tit slap, master/sir kink, oral (f receiving), biting, blood drinking, double penetration by some thicc boys jfc give me strength

➳ SUMMARY: Taehyung returns from a trip North and is feeling generous enough to finally share you with one of his brothers, Yoongi. However, when his treatment of you proves to be too much, Yoongi decides to change your fate.

➳ A/N: vampire Tae makes a comeback as a present for @strawbxxymilk <33 and you might notice a reference to another familiar story + if you haven’t read the previous 3 vampire Tae drabbles I suggest you do the links are in order here, here, and here

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“Hello, little dove, did you miss me?”

The low mischievous voice whispers in your ear. His cold hand comes to rest on your bare shoulder, stroking your skin. If anyone were to see they’d think his touch was tender, a loving gesture to greet his lover, but they’d be wrong.

The vampire whose fangs ghost over your neck and haunt your nights is far from a lover.

His hands send a chill through you. The sickly sweet voice of Taehyung that you dread has returned after weeks away. You were just beginning to enjoy your temporary freedom from his demanding fangs.

He had been away with some of his brothers visiting a kingdom to the North for business. Apparently their army of vampires was searching for new recruits because of an upcoming war. Taehyung was more eager to learn more about their endless supply of blood volunteers than engage in any discussions about battle.

Besides the endless supply of food, the only thing Taehyung could enjoy on their trip was eyeing the kingdom’s princess. She looked absolutely delectable and he would have sunk his fangs into her the moment they were alone. If only her personal guard wasn’t by her side every second and sending warning looks every time Taehyung stood too close to her.

Their visit was only for a month. You wish it were longer.

“Hurry up and take your dress off. I want you naked and in bed. Now,” Taehyung commands with no room for objections.

“Yes, master,” you reluctantly obey, shedding all your clothing until you’re bare. His hungry stare watches you all the way to the bed like a wolf stalking his little lamb.

“You didn’t answer me earlier. Did you miss me?”

No, you want to answer. You didn’t miss him at all. You didn’t miss his beastly fangs digging deeply into your body, sucking your blood until you had tears in your eyes and felt too weak to fight.

“I always miss you, master,” your sweet, but empty response is only to please him.

It doesn’t matter if you mean it, as long as it makes him happy, he accepts it. You think it’s a little pathetic how easily excited he gets from such a simple compliment. He has no one to love him so he forces whoever he can to pretend. Whenever you look at his face you want to sneer and call him pathetic.

”I knew it,” he smirks, moving toward the bed and resting one knee on the edge. His finger traces around your ankle lightly. The featherlight touches are nothing compared to how he touches you in bed, rough and commanding. “You love being my slut, don’t you?”

“Yes, master, I love it.”

Taehyung flashes you a smile, revealing his sharpened canines and a hungry desire reflecting in his maroon eyes. He grabs your ankle, pulling you to the edge of the bed until your legs hang off. His knee comes to rest between your legs almost touching your heated core.

You can’t help but shiver. You hate Taehyung, but god, you love being touched by him. Feeling his hands all over your body, bringing you close to euphoria each time you’re together.

“Good girl,” Taehyung purrs, leaning over your body to nuzzle his face in your neck. His hot tongue licks at his favorite spot on your neck, getting you ready for his fangs to enter. “Now tilt your head, my dove.”

You move your head to the side, bracing for the pain by clenching your fists. His teeth lightly scrape your neck, dragging along your jugular to tease you.

The waiting is torture. You just want it over with, but he likes to take his time when he’s in the mood.

Taehyung pulls away, one of his mischievous grins on his lips, and gets off the bed.

“Close your eyes,” he orders, then adds an additional threat, “if you open them I’ll make you sleep in the woods again.”

That causes your blood to run cold. You momentarily lose your breath. The last time you disobeyed Taehyung he forced you deep into the forest and left you there until sunrise. The woods at night are a place no defenseless human wants to be.

In the dark with no shelter from whatever creatures lurked, anything could easily rip you to shreds. Monstrous beasts worse than Taehyung lived in those woods. That was the lesson that taught you to never disobey Taehyung ever again.

You shut your eyes tightly, reminding yourself over and over not to open them again until Taehyung orders you to. You hear him open the door and then footsteps approaching again.

“Keep your eyes shut,” Taehyung reminds you, then you feel his lips pressing kisses on your thighs.

His kisses are a lot more timid and slow. It’s unusual, but you ignore it and focus on keeping your eyes closed.

Then his finger makes a trail from your navel to your nipple, swirling around the puckered and sensitive bud. You let out a shuddering breath. Your entire body is already scorching hot, aching for more.

“Should I touch you more?” His infuriatingly sweet voice usually irritates you, but when he touches you like this you can’t help but want to hear it more.

“Mhm,” you whimper when he kisses your inner thigh, his cold hands spreading your legs further apart to allow him access to your glistening heat.

“Use your words, dove,” Taehyung snaps, giving your left breast a sharp smack, leaving fiery tingles to blossom across your chest. You yelp, squeezing your eyes tighter to avoid peaking at his face between your thighs and his lips barely grazing your glistening cunt.

You bite your lip before whispering, “yes, master. I want you to touch me.”

Once the desperate words leave your lips, his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking the sensitive bud eagerly. The jolt of pleasure you receive from the first lap of his tongue accidentally forces your eyes open as you gasp.

The first person you see is Taehyung, nowhere near your aching core, lingering by the doorway with a sadistic grin and arms crossed as he watches another man pleasuring you. For a moment you fear he’ll lash out at you for disobeying his command, but his eyes glimmer with satisfaction as he looks at your blushing face. It seems like his threat was empty—this time. Your body floods with relief knowing you don’t have to worry about spending the night in the woods tonight.

Then your curious eyes travel downward where a blonde head is buried between your thighs fervently licking your leaking arousal. You recognize it as Yoongi, the second eldest of the noble vampire brothers. He acts cold and distant with you around the others, but he secretly looks out for you when Taehyung becomes too rough.

“I felt a little generous after our trip and I know how desperate you are to whore yourself out to my brothers, especially Yoongi.” Taehyung says, growling at the end, recalling the time he caught you and Yoongi in this same position without his consent. “I’ll let him touch you however he wants, but you don’t get to cum because you’re mine. Only I can make you feel that good.”

His words make you whimper. Yoongi’s tongue lapping at your core is enough to make you unravel, but knowing Taehyung, if you disobey him he’ll punish you. For now, you’ll have to hold back to keep Taehyung happy, but you wish you didn’t have to. You wish you could thread your fingers through Yoongi’s blonde hair and ride his face until you’re cumming all around his mouth and in complete, utter bliss.

“Yes, master,” you moan as Yoongi begins to delve his tongue into your leaking hole. He dips the slick muscles in and out of your pussy, making the lewdest noises as he groans from the taste of you. You can feel the vibration of his groan resonate through your entire body, sending chills throughout your limbs.

Taehyung moves to the edge of the bed, watching your expression carefully to make sure you aren’t on the verge of cumming. He settles himself next to your head, letting his empty hands find entertainment on your breasts. His head dives down to latch around one of your nipples. His fangs digging into your flesh, but not enough to draw blood, just to scratch and pinch.

Yoongi’s finger dips into your cunt, teasing you by only inserting the tip and your hips struggle to chase the rest. You whimper his name, threading your fingers through his soft, honey locks and giving them a sharp tug, telling him to stop teasing and give you what you need.

Luckily, Yoongi understands and pushes the rest of his finger inside your needy walls, stroking and thrusting his finger at a quick pace almost as if he wants you to cum despite Taehyung’s rule. His tongue works on your clit, swirling around the sensitive nub, amplifying the pleasure between your legs as you tremble.

You’re beginning to feel the start of something coiling up in you. Your breaths become shallow pants as your hips ride his mouth desperately.

Taehyung, knowing exactly how you are when you’re on the verge of cumming, releases your nipple from his mouth and glares at Yoongi for trying to disobey him. The only one who gets to please you fully is him, not one of his useless brothers.

“Stop it,” Taehyung barks, grabbing Yoongi by the hair and tugging him away from your cunt, cutting off your high. His red eyes, seemingly glowing, glare at Yoongi. “I said you’re not allowed to make her cum, you fucking bastard.”

“Like you can do better,” Yoongi hisses, ripping Taehyung's hand off his head. The challenge is evident in Yoong’s eye as he glares at his cruel younger brother.

Your hazy mind isn’t sure how or when it happened, but somehow you ended up on your knees being sandwiched between the two brothers completely bare, feeling every shift of their glistening bodies ignite an even hotter flame within you. Taehyung behind you and Yoongi in front. Their thick cocks are both stuffed inside your tight cunt, barely able to move without you almost screaming and falling apart around them.

It’s Yoongi you’re leaning on for support, clutching his shoulders, nails digging in deep until you’re almost drawing blood. You whimper into the crook of his neck, alerting the elder vampire to stop moving.

“You alright?” Yoongi grunts, resting a hand on your shoulder to soothe you.

“She likes it. Don���t you, dove?” Taehyung chuckles, tugging on your hair sharply to pull your head against his shoulder. He grinds his hips against your ass, licking along the outer shell of your ear. “You like being filled up like this, huh?”

You’re breathless, painfully stretched out by both men, but you are enjoying being stuffed by their cocks. It’s so good, you could never tell them to stop.

You’re able to look Yoongi in the eyes to reassure him with a nod of your head and that seems to put him at ease and he begins rocking his hips again.

“Ah, please,” you sobbed, falling against Taehyung's chest as Yoongi begins moving inside your suffocating walls. Taehyung starts his thrusts in a more frenzied manner compared to Yoongi.

For Taehyung, sex is about him getting you off so when he sinks his fangs into you he doesn’t have to hear you whine as much.

The sounds of skin against skin resonates throughout the room mingled with your cries and their low grunts. You feel every inch of them sliding inside of your walls, still getting used to being filled so well.

Taehyung licks along the column of your neck, marking his favorite spot to bite you. You tense, waiting for his fangs to sink into you and you clench around the two men.

Yoongi releases a low groan close to your ear, murmuring, “you feel so good.”

“And she tastes even better.” Taehyung then looks at Yoongi, his cold, possessive eyes warning his elder brother. “But her blood is mine only.”

Finally, Taehyung sinks his teeth in you. The searing pain runs all the way to your fingertips and you almost scream if it weren’t for Yoongi’s lips that come crashing down on yours.

He forces your cries back with his tongue, pushing it between your lips. One hand cradles your cheek gently as the other rubs your hips to soothe you while Taehyung eagerly sucks at your neck.

You can feel your orgasm quickly approaching as their thrusts become even more determined. Your chest arches into Yoongi, tugging on his blonde locks as he kisses you deeply.

Taehyung laps at your neck, selfishly savoring the taste of your sweet blood. He greedily drinks and drinks until you feel your eyes fluttering shut. You’re already weak from the strain of two men inside you, but Taehyung refuses to stop.

Yoongi pulls away from your mouth when he feels you beginning to go limp, warning his brother, “You’re taking too much!”

Yoongi pulls out of you and you want to cry from the loss, but you’re too weak. Your arms fall limp at your side and you can only rely on Taehyung to hold you up.

Taehyung releases your neck for an instant to reply, your blood coating his sneering lips, “she’s mine and I’ll take what I want.”

The momentary release from Taehyung’s fangs is short. He sinks his teeth into you once more and your head begins to spin as darkness overtakes your vision. But before you give into that darkness, the last thing you see is Yoongi. His brows are pinched up with a frown playing on his lips. Is it worry, sorrow, regret?

—

The soft sound of bells gently rouses you from your sleep. Somebody embraces you tightly as they carry you bridal style, your face buried in their shoulder. Your clothes have been put back and you feel a phantom ache between your legs and on your neck.

Each step they take, there’s a sound of dry brush crunching beneath their feet. The forest. Is it Taehyung carrying you into the woods as punishment? You don’t know what you did wrong this time.

A small son escapes your lips and you’re about to plead for Taehyung to grant you mercy.

“Shh, you’ll be safe now.”

The reassuring voice belongs to Yoongi. You’re not sure what he means or why he’s carrying you off. If Taehyung learns you’re gone without his permission…

“I’m taking you to the sanctuary.”

“Sanctuary?” You echo, pulling your face away from his neck. The tinkling of bells grows louder despite the lack of wind. You watch Yoongi’s stoic face, giving nothing of what he’s thinking away. Maybe you’ll never know.

“Hunters,” he responds, “they have a sanctuary here in the woods for humans who get lost. Just follow the wind chimes.”

That must be the bells you’re hearing. You look around, noticing the delicate glass wind chimes strung up in the trees, swaying in an imaginary wind.

“They’re ringing, but there’s no wind out here.”

“They ring because of me.” Yoongi stops walking when he sees the building he’s looking for beyond the thicket. It’s as far as he can carry you without being caught and slaughtered by the hunters. “These wind chimes sense evil.”

Your mouth twists into somewhat of a frown. Evil. That's what you would describe Taehyung as, but Yoongi… you’re not sure.

“This is all I can do for you, ___,” he whispers, peeling you away as he gently sets you down against a tree.

You still don’t understand what he’s doing. Is he letting you go? Are you finally free from Taehyung? It’s too good to be true. It brings burning tears to your eyes. Free of Taehyung finally? You thought you would die in that estate, die in the arms of that sadistic vampire, cold and alone. But you’re free now because of Yoongi.

Yoongi crouches at eye level with you, gazing into your eyes—his still giving nothing away. “I’m sorry.”

“Yoongi, wait,” you cry as he stands again.

Quick footsteps approach from your right. A line of what seem to be swordsmen by their silhouettes cautiously approach, hands reaching for their weapon.

“You must be a fool for coming here, bloodsucker,” one of the swordsmen sneers.

Yoongi doesn’t respond, calmly turning his red gaze to stare down the line of men.

One of them draws his hand up, “wait, he’s a noble. Stand down.”

“But he’s a beast!” another protests.

Yoongi is already beginning to walk away from you without a goodbye. He doesn’t think he deserves one. After all, he’s been selfish for not helping you escape a long time ago. He wanted to keep you close to him, even if it meant letting you be hurt by Taehyung.

But he can’t watch it anymore, he has to let you go.

You weakly try to crawl after his retreating figure, but the swordsmen are already surrounding you, questioning if you were attacked by Yoongi and helping you towards the sanctuary.

Your head turns back just to see Yoongi fade out of sight, nothing but the gentle sound of wind chimes follow after him.

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[takonei]

Beta AU - Main story, Chapter 6, Investigation (Part 3)

Note of the author: jfc this investigation is long. But that’s to expect from chapter 6. Also: Updated the warning list. Please check before reading.

Also I apologize for the terrible formatting at a certain point in the chapter. Tumblr is a bitch. If it really bothers you, I suggest reading on AO3.

Chapter 6: My killing game, our killing game

...

Miu and Shuichi stared at each other.

"So... What is even left to investigate in this room?" Shuichi looked around.

The wall with Motherkuma was covered, Kokichi and Kirumi were taking care of the computer, and all that was left was, well, a kitchen. A simple trashcan, a fridge, and several cupboards.

Miu shrugged. "Well, I would hate myself if some clues were hidden in this section and we ignored them because we said 'who would hide major clues in the fridge?', if you know what I mean."

She started making her way there. Shuichi blinked, a bit confused by her statement. Who would even hide evidence in a fridge?!

But perhaps she was right. He could try to look up in those strange places.

He opened a cupboard to see packs of coffee and different types of food: Almonds, dry nuts, and other non-sugary snacks. Whoever owned this place clearly didn't have a sweet tooth.

"Why the hell are there hard drugs in the fridge??"

Shuichi immediately turned around to see Miu holding what looked like a blister of tablets. "What do you mean 'hard drugs'?!"

She looked just as confused. "I don't know, there are dozens of them in the fridge, that's the last thing I expected to see here."

He approached the fridge to see what she was talking about. And true to her words, dozens of blisters were placed there. He could only stare wide-eyed at the questionable sight.

Miu sighed. "I am seriously wondering what the hell is going on in the mastermind's head."

"For now let's just... Put it back where it was." Shuichi said.

Obtained truth bullet! Drugs in the fridge

He closed the fridge, then turned back to his friend.

Miu shook her head. "Anyway, let's just- let's just investigate somewhere else!"

It was clear she was asking herself as many questions as him.

Why would the mastermind need drugs…?

Shuichi eyed the trashcan on the side. It was ridiculous, but judging by what they found in the fridge, he wouldn't be surprised if something important was in there.

He lifted and shook the bin to empty it on the ground. And just as he thought, two items fell off. It was... a book and a USB key?

The book was heavy and old-looking, although that aspect looked like it was done on purpose. It didn't have anything written on the cover nor on the back, but instead, he could feel his eyes staring at the odd and mysterious decorations on the front. If anything, it looked like a dark magic grimoire.

He opened it and saw the title on the first page.

"'Necronomicon'...?"

Shuichi flipped through the pages. He felt his heart skip a beat when he saw a resurrection ritual being mentioned, but his hopes were cut short when he noticed that all the pages had tacky doodles of Monokuma everywhere. It was very hard to take this book seriously, and it probably didn't have any real value. No wonder it was thrown in a trashcan.

But where did it come from? That was another mystery...

He set the book down and took the USB key. Black and white with Monokuma's signature eye on it. But on a closer look, it didn't seem to be a USB key. Perhaps another storage system that didn't fit a normal computer.

Whatever these were for, they had a reason to be here. And he would have to find it.

Obtained truth bullet! Book and key

He took them both to show them to Miu. Perhaps she will know more about their uses than him.

"Hey... Did you find anything yet?" he asked.

The blonde woman closed the cupboard she was searching in. "Nope. What are these?" she pointed at the two objects.

He handed the book to her.

"I found them in the trashcan. It looks like Monokuma wrote the book, but... I don't really get it. What is it even for?"

Miu inspected the cover and back of the book. She opened it and looked at the inside cover.

"... I've seen this pattern before. I don't know where, but I've seen it."

Shuichi raised an eyebrow and his friend showed him.

However, it was a simple abstract mix of black and dark grey hues. There wasn't anything concrete, just monochrome splashes.

"Are you sure that's not just... a random pattern?"

"Hey! Don't doubt my-

She abruptly stopped herself. Shuichi felt guilty seeing her fierce expression deteriorate into sorrow. "Nevermind... Maybe I'm hallucinating as you say."

Miu gave back the book. "As for the key, I don't have a clue. Never seen anything like that before."

He glanced away. It wasn't his intention to make her doubt her abilities as an artist, but he did. But before he could apologize, she walked away to the next cupboard to inspect, clearly wanting this conversation to end.

… Perhaps he should do the same.

After putting the book and the key on the table next to the sink, the blue-eyed teen opened the next cupboard.

But just as he tried to reach inside, something heavy fell from the top of the shelf directly on his head. He heard the object hitting the ground as he rubbed the spot.

Of course, he would get karma for that with Kokichi a few meters away from him.

But what had hit him?

He looked on the ground to see a... hacking gun?

Shuichi inspected it. It was remarkably similar to the ones Ryoma had created, if not the same. But this one was painted differently and had started accumulating dust. It was black and white, and the symbol on the side was Monokuma's red eye instead of Ryoma's sigil.

With the dust, it looked like it was created before the actual hacking guns, but Ryoma hadn't built this one for sure.

Upon turning it on, his eyes widened as he looked at the number of shots left in the gun.

49.

It had been used once before, but... By whom?

Obtained truth bullet! Hacking gun

Shuichi set the gun on the table and sighed.

None of these ‘clues’ led to anything other than more questions. It was frustrating.

He turned to Miu, perhaps she would-

...

She was staring at a document with an unreadable expression on her face.

"Miu...?"

Her eyes shot up to his, and he instantly felt a chill down his spine.

She was filled with pure terror.

She swallowed and walked up to him, clenching the paper tightly.

"Shuichi, what the hell is this?!"

The blonde shoved the paper in his face.

He stumbled on his feet and took the paper, confused.

...

What...

What the hell was this?!

"Saihara... family contract...?"

Miu was silent as he was reading, the dread slowly settling on his face.

It was a contract between his family and an organization known as ‘Team Danganronpa’ to finance and advertise a killing game with himself as the ‘protagonist’.

"Did you or did you not sign that shit?!"

Her voice became louder, and his heart started racing in his chest.

"I-I don't remember any of this! I've never seen this paper in my life!!"

"Then whose signature is at the bottom?!"

...

He froze.

His gaze drifted right next to the scarlet red stamp that had the form of Monokuma's eye, on the three signatures written in dark blue ink.

Respectively his father, his mother... and himself.

He felt his throat tighten at the sight of his own handwriting.

Shuichi Saihara.

His hands were trembling as he kept staring at the paper.

Shuichi Saihara.

It was the truth, wasn't it?

His family was responsible for the killing game.

He was responsible for the killing game.

…

Everything became white noise. He could feel his senses leaving him.

All he could see was his own handwriting. Blue stains from a past he could not remember, taunting him endlessly. All he could hear were muffled voices clashing together, drowned in a constant dissonant ringing that didn’t want to stop. All he could feel between his fingers was the paper stained with his own mistakes, now wet with the warm, fat tears he didn't even feel falling.

...

What...

What had he done?

What kind of monster was he?!

The noise became louder and louder, until...

Shuichi felt the paper being taken from his hands, and everything instantly became clearer in his mind.

He raised his head to look at Kokichi and Kirumi, who had joined them supposedly because of the ruckus. The latter was reading the paper with an unreadable expression.

Her intense green eyes suddenly met his. The cold wave was another hit to the chest.

There was a long silence in the room.

"This is your signature, isn't it?"

Unable to mutter a word, he closed his eyes, breaking the painful eye contact. "... It is."

For some reason, he couldn't feel her judgmental gaze on him. What was she thinking about?

They had all the reasons to hate him, and he deserved it. He agreed to make them suffer, to let them die and decay miserably, away from their loved ones.

Rantaro's words kept playing in his head.

He may not remember it, but the evidence was here. He did sign this. He agreed to let them rot.

And he doesn't even remember it.

"I'm... I'm sorry I... I don’t…"

The three pairs of eyes were surely locked on him, but the words never came out of their mouths.

...

"Kirumi... What do you think of all of this?"

He couldn't bear looking at her.

"... Something about this contract doesn’t sit right with me."

Shuichi felt his heart skip a bit.

"I do not know what, though.” She brushed the paper with her fingers.

“I do not think this is the original but rather a copy. However, correct me if I’m wrong, Miu…” Kirumi gave the paper to the other girl. “… But the writing does give me the impression that this was not edited in any way.”

“I don't have any reason to think that this contract was faked, but... It's too easy."

He heard Kokichi shifting his feet to turn to her. "What do you mean?"

"Miu, you find this in a cupboard of all places." she said. "Not a safe, not in a drawer, but a cupboard anyone could open, in the middle of glasses and plates. Why would a contract that important be here, and not in a secured place, or at least a real drawer?"

Shuichi lifted his head.

"From what I remember, I have spent countless hours in mansions either stealing important documents, taking care of evidence that could expose me as the culprit, and sometimes placing fake evidence to incriminate another maid or worker."

"And never have I ever found a document that important in a cupboard nor have I ever placed fake evidence here."

Miu seemed to ponder for a moment. "And... What do you think that means?"

She sighed. "To me, there are no logical explanations. The mastermind is just making a fool out of us."

The blonde's eyes widened. "You're the one who said this thing couldn't have been faked! It has to come from somewhere!"

"It's… exactly like the Sanzu garden."

The three turned to Kokichi.

"Kiyo... He had made his plan because the mastermind knew Tsumugi's attitude was suspicious to him! They manipulated the academy for days to separate us! Maybe they're doing the same here to throw us off!"

Shuichi's eyes widened. "You... You think so? But-

"You might be right. That's the most plausible theory in my eyes." Kirumi interrupted him.

"With the proof that our memories could have been altered, I decided to only trust the memories we made in this killing game, and nothing else."

"And perhaps you guys should do too."

"So you think... Shuichi doesn't have anything to do with the creation of the killing game?" Miu hesitantly asked.

...

Silence.

"Maybe, maybe not. Because our memories may have been altered doesn't ultimately prove his innocence. This contract looks real, after all." she said.

"But Kokichi is right. Letting our emotions get the best of us would be our greatest mistake, and that's exactly what the mastermind wants right now."

His other two friends nodded in understanding.

... But for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to feel relieved by her words.

After all, he might be more of a monster than he remembers.

And that terrified him.

Obtained truth bullet! Saihara family contract

Shuichi still had trouble looking at any of his friends.

"Should we... go back to the computer?" Kokichi broke the silence.

"Of course."

Miu, Kokichi, and Kirumi started walking towards the engine. But Shuichi still had a word to say.

"Kirumi..." he muttered.

She stopped in her tracks.

"Why did you defend me?"

The young woman said nothing, then side-eyed him.

“First of all, learn when it is appropriate to start conflicts between us.”

He winced at the remark.

"I don't know what you did before we all met. I don't know why you supposedly agreed to finance this killing game.”

“You could even be faking your emotions and try to create unnecessary conflicts to make sure we don’t find enough hints to end this killing game for all I know."

"You may have signed this contract, but I could be worse than you in every way imaginable, rotten to the core and deserving hell more than anyone else on this wretched planet. I remember being a mercenary, I might as well be the devil."

"To blame you for everything that happened to me, knowing there is a possibility that I am a monster viler and more vicious than you could ever be... would make me a hypocrite."

Shuichi pondered to himself, eyes low.

"Kirumi! You coming?" Miu's voice took them out of their thoughts.

"I'm here."

The sound of her heels resonated in his ears. He followed them, and his eyes landed on the computer screen.

The long-haired girl started typing again. "I don't know what I can do at this point. As I said, I'm not an expert hack-

Kirumi was interrupted by a sudden explosion that blew up the door that was right next to them, scattering debris and... burned books?

He had forgotten about the door leading to the library. And standing there, a cannon pointed at the room, was Monoshi.

"SECRET-ENTRANCE-UNLOCKED: LIBRARY. NO-SECRET-ENTRANCES-REMAINING."

The modified bear left as suddenly as he came, leaving a gaping hole replacing the sealed door between the two rooms.

"Guys! Look!"

Shuichi suddenly turned to Miu.

"We finally got access to the computer!"

Kirumi raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. "How...? I didn't even enter anything."

Shuichi hummed. "Maybe... Karma did the job?"

"Whatever happened, it worked. We shouldn't waste time wondering about that right now." Miu scanned the screen with her eyes.

There were several applications and files, it was hard to choose what to click first.

"Look, there's a file called 'flashback light list', maybe we should start with that?" Shuichi suggested.

Miu clicked on the file.

Sixteen files, all named with... Two letters.

"Okay... What are we choosing first?" the blue-eyed teen asked.

"The first, duh."

The blonde clicked on the file named "AY".

Anterior_AY.cmr Chapter_2_AY.cmr Chapter_3_AY.cmr Chapter_4_AY.cmr Chapter_5_AY.cmr Character_AY.ccr Motive_05_AY.ccr Motive_05_END_AY.cmr Talent_AY.cpr

Miu frowned. "... I have several questions."

"The ‘character’ file matches what we saw in the flashback lights guide." Kirumi noted.

"But what about the 'chapter' ones?" Shuichi asked.

Kokichi blinked. "I don't even know what I'm looking at."

He couldn’t deny things were very confusing, whether they knew what was in the guide or not.

"Maybe we should check the others...?" the other boy suggested.

Miu went back and clicked on the second file: "GG". It was the exact same list, with the 'AY' replaced by 'GG' except...

The 'Motive_05' files were missing.

"Could you go back for a second, Miu?" Kirumi frowned.

The girl did as told.

The other stared at the screen for a moment. "... Those are our initials. Each of those files is about us."

Shuichi's eyes widened. But just as she said, he noticed the file named 'SS'. And indeed, the list was about them.

AY, GG, HY, KA, KM, KT, KO, KS, MH, MI, RA, RH, SS, TC, TI and TS.

Miu immediately clicked on her file. It had all the same files as the others, without the 'Motive_05' ones.

"What the hell...?" she muttered.

They checked each of the files to spot the differences.

Angie had the 'Motive_05_AY.ccr' and the 'Motive_05_END_AY.cmr' files.

Ryoma had 'Motive_05_RH.ccr' and 'Motive_05_END_HR.cmr'.

Tsumugi had 'Motive_05_TS.cmr' and 'Motive_05_END_TS.cmr'.

However...

Kokichi was missing the 'Talent' file.

Shuichi was missing the 'Character' file.

Kirumi was missing the 'Anterior' file.

And Tatsuya was missing those exact three files.

Shuichi swallowed. Should he be happy that he didn't have a 'character' file? Should he be mad? Worried?

He didn't know.

All those files were the same for everyone, except the initials at the end of each of them, unique to each participant.

But Kirumi, Kokichi and Tatsuya... Why were they missing files?

Especially Tatsuya. He would understand if he was a robot like they all thought until tonight, but Tatsuya was a human just like them before being transferred into K1-B0.

...

When were those flashback lights even created?

Obtained truth bullet! Flashback light list

Miu turned to the others- those with the missing files.

"I don't get it... I know I should be mad that I have those flashback light files but what about you guys? Why are you missing some of those files?"

Shuichi nervously looked away. "I wish I knew..."

Kokichi was still staring at the screen. "I think we skipped a file..."

Miu froze. "I-I don't know what you're talking about?"

She was clearly lying.

Shuichi scanned the screen, until...

"... It's Rantaro's file, isn't it?"

Her shoulders dropped, her hands clenching into fists.

"I... I don't know what it's gonna be and I'm scared."

Kirumi crossed her arms. "Unfortunately, he could be like us, missing a file. We have to know if there is a difference.”

She swallowed and clicked.

And indeed, his file was different. But not in the way they expected.

Anterior_RA.cmr Chapter_2_RA.cmr Chapter_3_RA.cmr Chapter_4_RA.cmr Chapter_5_RA.cmr Character_RA.ccr EmergencyTherapyRantaro.ccr Talent_RA.cpr

Shuichi's eyes widened.

What the hell was this new file?!

Miu jumped from her seat. "Emergency therapy...?"

She didn't think and immediately clicked on the odd file to open it. But...

... An error message popped up, indicating that the file was corrupted and thus impossible to recover.

They stared at it, defeated. They didn't even do anything, but it still felt like they failed at keeping one person safe.

Seeing a file named 'Emergency Therapy' exclusively for Rantaro corrupted and beyond repair gave him a sick feeling in his stomach.

If there was one file that they had needed, it was this one. And yet, it was completely ruined.

This message reeked irony, and Shuichi hated it.

Obtained truth bullet! Corrupted file

Miu slammed her hands on the table. "Why?! This isn't fucking fair! Why is this file even here if it's just to stand there and taunt us?!"

...

No response.

Indeed, why did this file even exist? Why would the mastermind even create this?

The more they searched through this room, the less he understood their intentions. It was getting harder and harder to look at the hints and clues that were ‘offered’ to them.

But was there really something to understand?

The mastermind was a monster. Someone who would make them suffer for their own amusement no matter what. But...

'The 'mastermind' is only a pawn in the greater scheme that this killing game is.'

If they were merely a pawn, then how disgusting were the people above them...?

... This was terrifying to think about.

Kirumi leaned forward and closed the error window. At least they wouldn't have to look at it anymore.

The girl next to her stared at the file's name. She seemed to ponder to herself.

"Hey, is it me or..." she trailed off. "... Nevermind."

She closed the tab. No one wanted to see those files anymore- this grotesque mockery of their despair.

Shuichi couldn't find the courage to look at the screen anymore.

Kokichi broke the silence. "Was this icon here before?"

He pointed at a logo that looked like Monokuma's eye. Titled 'FLIBD - SRD subjects'.

Kirumi frowned. "No... It definitely wasn't there."

Miu got the message and clicked on it.

What appeared before them looked like an information sheet. A picture of a young girl their age, and some data about her.

She had incredibly beautiful traits, the bright blue eyes of a doll, and voluminous blond hair attached in two pigtails. She wore a thin black necklace that contrasted a lot with her fair skin.

But something caught his attention. His heart skipped a beat when his eyes landed on the hairpins.

Two Monokuma heads, one fully white on the left and one fully black on the right.

"W-Who the hell is she?!"

"She's wearing Monokuma like a fucking trophy. Whoever she is, I already don't trust her." Miu hissed.

Only an ally of Monokuma would wear such a gross accessory.

"Her name is Junko Enoshima, according to the info on the profile." Kirumi noted.

Junko Enoshima...

He has never heard this name before in his life.

At least, from what he remembers.

Was she part of those behind the killing game as a whole?

Obtained truth bullet! Junko Enoshima

They decided to look into the written details about her.

Junko Enoshima - #01-006 Ultimate analytical prowess - Type primary: O Type secondary: M Intensity: A- High Beginning: / Conflict status: Tame Keyword: Despair Status: Dead - 6M - 1/26

"Wait, she's dead?" Miu raised an eyebrow.

"Apparently so." Kirumi said. "Although I do not know what the '6M' means."

Shuichi neither. But what did those 'types' even mean? And all the other info given here?

"Wait, look at the keyword!" Kokichi said. "Isn't Monokuma always babbling about despair?"

"So you do think she has some kind of relationship with Monokuma, right?" Shuichi asked.

"She has Monokuma hairpins, so there's no questioning that." Miu turned to her friends. "She does give me the impression that she’s like… The creator or something."

The creator of Monokuma...?

"But she's dead! Does that mean the mastermind was her, but she was actually dead all along?" Shuichi exclaimed.

"I don't think the mastermind is dead. Someone has to take care of Monokuma and the killing game somehow." Kirumi pondered. "Though I don't deny she must have a connection with him."

Shuichi stared at the screen. "Wait, there's a '1/26' at the bottom of the screen... Are there other people like her?"

Miu span around to face the screen. "That's what we'll find out."

She tapped the right arrow on the keyboard, and another information sheet appeared. But the person on the screen looked... Completely unrelated.

It was a boy this time. His face gave Shuichi chills. He looked like he was a ghost. Messy hair white as snow with weak scarlet ends, and skin almost as pale as a corpse. His grey eyes looked empty, devoid of life. He seemed to be wearing a green hoodie, but he could only guess. However...

... He did not wear a single accessory related to Monokuma.

Nagito Komaeda - #02-028 Ultimate lucky student - Type primary: O Type secondary: / Intensity: A- High Beginning: / Conflict status: Tame Keyword: Hope Status: Dead - 5V/S – Terminated - 2/26

"Dead too?!" Miu yelled. "Are all of these people dead?!"

"This one indicates 'terminated'. That was not on the first one." Kirumi pointed out.

Whatever that meant, it was not a good sign.

"But look... The keyword..." Kokichi said.

Hope.

The exact opposite of Junko Enoshima.

"Do they or do they not work for Monokuma?" Miu raised an eyebrow. "It's confusing as hell."

"I don't think we were right when we assumed this was a list of those who worked for the game." Kirumi explained. "This is something else. The icon said 'subjects' with two acronyms. But if we don't know what the acronyms mean, we are not going to get far."

Subjects...?

It sounded like an experiment. This was... worrying, to say the least.

"So what? Do we look at the other info sheets to see what is actually going on?" Miu suggested.

"We can only try."

And so, they did. Each of those info sheets contained the same kind of info, although the parameters changed.

There didn't seem to be a pattern in the talents- they were at random, from art, to knowledge, and sometimes even murder related. Ultimate vocalist, assassin, poet, anthropologist, psychiatrist… How many ultimate students even existed in the world?

The ‘types’ changed letters. Some had both primary and secondary filled, some had only the primary.

The intensity part was generally either low or moderate. Sometimes it was marked as 'high', but only on rare occasions. The letter 'A' also seemed to have turned to an 'N' around the 5th person.

But he also noticed that for some, unlike the two first, the 'beginning' part was filled. Sometimes it was a person's death, a day, a random event, and sometimes... A trial? They did wonder if other ultimates had been in a killing game just like them.

The fact that they were probably not the first victims made Shuichi want to puke.

They then noted that the 'beginning' part was only filled for those with the letter N in the ‘intensity’ part.

The 'conflict status' part was completely random, with no apparent pattern. This was probably the part he understood the less.

On the keyword part was often noted notions or concepts, but he had seen a name or two on these info sheets.

As the status...

All dead.

Not a single one was noted 'alive'. One or two had the 'terminated' note, but all of them were dead, for some reason or another.

It was painful to look at, even though none of them recognized any of the people in the pictures, or even the names.

On the 25th info sheet, Miu clicked on the keyboard to see the last person, and...

It was like time had stopped.

They recognized this face all too well.

Messy green hair, an intense emerald gaze powerful enough to petrify someone, and young, slightly feminine traits on a male teenager they had all known as...

"R-Rantaro...?" Miu muttered, her voice shaking.

This was him. There was no doubt about it. But... Why...?

Rantaro Amami - #53-844 Ultimate medic - Type primary: T Type secondary: P Intensity: N- High Beginning: Tsumugi Shirogane's death ~ Ch4 trial ~ Night 16 Conflict status: Very aggressive Keyword: Save Status: Dead - 5E - 26/26

"W-What does Rantaro have to do with these people?!" Kokichi exclaimed with his feeble voice.

Kirumi approached the screen and narrowed her eyes at the picture that was in front of them. "As much as I hate to say this, we will probably get a better understanding of this list with him there."

Unfortunately, she was right.

However, something immediately bugged him. "Hey, is it me or are those '53' everywhere? This is the third time in a row I've seen the number written.”

Kokichi turned to him. "Wasn't it also written on Keebo's plans?"

Shuichi's eyes widened. "It was! I don't get what it means, though."

"Can we talk about like, everything else?" Miu frowned with a mix of both confusion and annoyance.

Perhaps it was nervousness that made him focus on the less important details. Whatever the reason, he hated it. The rest of the information was much more primordial to their investigation and understanding of the situation, after all.

"'Tsumugi's death’, ‘Ch4 trial’, and a certain night…“ Shuichi muttered to himself, low enough so he wouldn’t be heard by anyone.

He did have an idea of what had happened during that time, but… He didn’t have the courage to say it out loud.

Kirumi was reading the info sheet. She seemed to be focused on trying to get a clue out of this.

“Did you… figure out anything?”

She only narrowed her eyes. “I do have a theory, but it lacks evidence, so I suggest you take what I say with a grain of salt.”

“I do believe this has something to do with his mental state.”

Bingo.

“What do you mean?” Miu raised an eyebrow. “I mean… We all figured out something wasn’t right, but… What does this have to do with that?” she gestured to the info sheet.

Kirumi seemed to be choosing her words, then sighed.

“It’s after Tsumugi’s death that he… started acting strange, to put it lightly. And as much as I tried to talk to him about it during the last few days, it was useless.”

Shuichi felt his heart sting as those moments started invading his mind again. The fourth trial was a nightmare. Four hours of figuring out who had orchestrated Tsumugi’s execution, and a quarter of it was spent deciding if it was Rantaro’s most trusted friend or the beloved therapist who was the culprit.

And the fifth trial… He didn’t even want to think about it.

“Hold on, you knew he was in this state and you didn’t say anything?” Miu frowned.

… He didn’t like where this was going.

“Look, some things happened that you probably don’t want to know. This group was already fragile to begin with. To tell you the truth would have been like smashing an already collapsing vase with a baseball bat.”

“And you just left him alone thinking telling us would have made things worse than they already were?!” she yelled.

“I severely fucked up, I know that already!! Don’t you think I realized by now?!” Kirumi’s voice was growing louder, filled with rage.

Her eyes, bright green, and a glare as powerful as…

Shuichi instinctively took a step back.

“Why didn’t you tell us?!” the other girl stood up. “What did you have to gain by doing your little thing alone on your side?!”

“Miu-“ he approached her.

“Shut it! It’s between me and her!”

“No! I’m just as much at fault for this if not more!”

She stopped. Everyone turned to him.

Oh no.

“You… What?”

He turned away. “I… I knew about this as much as Kirumi. I’m the one who told her in the first place. I tried to investigate with her but… We were never successful. He always turned us away.”

Kirumi looked at him, silently.

“And what’s your excuse? Why did you decide to hide all of this from m- from us?”

He could tell Miu was mad. But her anger was not his biggest concern.

Why was this moment still intact in his mind, replaying itself over and over again?

The cold blade against his throat, steady and ready to slice through it like a vulgar piece of meat.

A gaze… His gaze…

“I-I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Please.”

He felt his voice cracking at the last word. He probably looked miserable, which was something that happened way too often for his liking.

There was a long, uncomfortable silence. He couldn’t blame Miu for wanting to know, but that was not something he wanted to even think about right now.

Kirumi sighed. “Look, Miu. I know we messed up. You have every right to be mad. But this-“ she vaguely gestured at the group. “-is exactly what I wanted to avoid at a time like this. If you want, you can take a small break while we continue to investigate.”

She shook her head. “No, it’s fine. It’s just… a lot to take in. All of this.”

While he knew she could not even begin to understand how he felt back there, to learn that two of your friends hid such important things about the person you cared about the most…

Miu rubbed her eyes. “I’m fine. Let’s just- let’s just keep going. Sorry for the outburst.”

Kirumi put a hand on her shoulder. “Listen. I might have been too harsh and I’m sorry. When I say take a break, I mean it.”

She lowered her gaze. “… Alright, I’ll- I’ll be right back.”

Miu walked to the back of the room. She needed time for herself, and Shuichi respected that.

Kokichi glanced at them both. He looked like he wanted to ask about what had happened but didn’t dare to.

“It’s… It’s complicated.” Shuichi muttered.

“I wasn’t going to ask… I’m just wondering if you at least talked about it properly to someone.” He replied. “When I talked to Miu, I felt a bit more… refreshed, I don’t know how to explain it.”

Shuichi weakly smiled. “Thanks. I talked a bit to Kirumi about this already, but it- it’s still not something I want to share. At least not now.”

The white-haired boy turned to the picture of Rantaro. “Save…”

An obsession he developed, to the point of ending his own life in some twisted plan.

“I don’t think I will ever understand him…” the boy muttered.

Shuichi swallowed. “Maybe we could have been true friends… If only we met differently, then things would have been better.”

Kirumi had her eyes on him. “… That’s nothing but a distant dream, now.”

She looked at Miu, then back at the computer, deciding to close the haunting file.

They would have to figure out what it all meant, but right now they were drained. Whenever Rantaro was mentioned, things did not end up well.

Obtained truth bullet! Subject list

Shuichi glanced at the ground for a moment. He was the one to start the meaningless investigation, despite himself.

He thought it had been completely useless in the end, since Rantaro ended up achieving his wretched goals, but perhaps... Not all of it was for nothing. There was still more to this, and this list was the proof.

Miu came back to them. “Alright, we done with this file?”

It was obvious she was still shaken.

Kokichi hummed. “We… figured we could go onto something else.”

She went back to the chair and thought for a moment. "… What are we checking next?"

Shuichi approached her to look at what could be useful, pushing his thoughts to the back of his head. "Hey, doesn't this look like a chat device?" he pointed at an icon. "Maybe the mastermind was talking to an ally, or someone they're working with."

The girl cracked her fingers. "Let's see what this bitch was up to."

After clicking the icon, one single conversation appeared on the screen.

"We might need to read all of this, maybe try to scroll up to see where it starts?" Shuichi suggested.

And so she did. Unfortunately, they didn't seem very talkative, and they did not know when those conversations really happened.

But now, they could read actual conversations from the mastermind and their accomplices, and that was more than enough.

Or superiors, if Rantaro was right.

=====

                                                     I request an alternate motive. This is urgent. <

> Which one?

                                                                                                        Number 05. <

> Understood. Please give me the details in a voice call.

                                      (Voice call lasted 19 min 47 sec)

=====

"Alternate motive...?" Kokichi tilted his head. "We were supposed to have another motive at some point?"

Shuichi slammed his hands on the table. "Wait! Motive 05! It's the flashback lights file!"

"The flashback lights for Ryoma, Angie, and Tsumugi only." Kirumi noted.

Miu frowned. "Wait, if this is about the despair disease, why didn’t Kokichi have a file? You had the disease, right?"

He stiffened. "Y-yes? I had the disease!!"

And yet... Nothing was proving it. Neither the files, nor the attitude back then.

"That's... odd, don't you think?" Shuichi raised an eyebrow. "Kokichi did not change attitude and did not have his memories of that period erased..."

The young boy looked panicked, to say the least. "I don't know! But I... I had the disease, Monokuma said it and I know I had it..." he trailed off.

The three looked at each other. After what had just happened with the contract and the file, preying on it would only make things worse.

Instead, Rantaro's words ringed in his head.

'No existing disease infects people that differently.'

And he was right. This was no disease, but instead flashback lights. Which made a lot more sense than whatever explanation the bears came up with.

... And with how much Angie changed because of 'the disease', he started wondering what the flashback lights were truly capable of.

Pure terror, and nothing else. he thought to himself.

Miu scrolled down to look at the next conversation.

=====

The next motive will be an alternate one as well. This is an important demand.<

> I expected that. Which one?

                                                                                                        Number 13. <

> Are you sure? This is not an easy motive to handle.

                                      Yes. I believe it is the best way to continue the game. <

> Understood. Shall we make a voice call for the details?

                                                                                                                    Yes. <

                                    (Voice call lasted 1h 49 min 04 sec)

=====

"Wait, the Sanzu garden was not planned from the start either?" Shuichi raised an eyebrow.

"Forget about that, look at the voice call!" Miu exclaimed. "Two hours of babbling about how to make us suffer?!"

"No, Shuichi is right." Kirumi frowned. "The motive was planned after the despair disease to an extent. This means that the mastermind somehow managed to put all of that into place in a few days at most."

He didn't think about that. "That's... how?!"

"Shuichi, I think at this point we should stop asking 'how is this possible' and more 'what is going on’. This entire bullshit sounds like science fiction, but here we are." Miu sighed.

And she was right, unfortunately. He didn't expect science to be able to transfer a human soul into a robotic body nor to be able to mess with memories in such a way, but he had to accept that this was real.

"Still... They planned and prepared all of this way too quickly..." Kokichi muttered.

If the mastermind worked alone, that would have been impossible. But as Rantaro said, they don't know how many people are behind the scenes.

It was terrifying.

They kept scrolling to see what happened after that.

=====

> This trial was a wonderful success. You have made an excellent job handling this motive.

> Rare are those who can make it work correctly.

                                                                                                         Thank you. <

> However, we will once again need you to keep an eye on someone for tonight. You might already know who I'm talking about.

                                                                                 Yes, I do. And understood. <

=====

"Wonderful success my ass." Miu hissed. "As long as we get hurt, they’re happy. Fucking bastards."

"I think we should talk about the 'Rare are those who can make it work correctly.'" Kirumi noted. "Did other people have to do this in the past?"

That was more of a rhetorical question. This conversation was just blatant proof that...

... This was not the first killing game. And enough of them had the Sanzu garden as a motive for this to be said. How many had to be trapped in those chambers, or were hurt by the countless traps placed to terrorize them?

It was sickening.

"Um... Why are they talking about 'keeping an eye on someone' though?" Kokichi asked. "And 'once again'? Did the mastermind already have to do that?"

"It does seem normal that they are tasked to keep an eye on us, but that message seems to hold more importance." Kirumi said.

But for what, though...? What is so important that the mastermind needed to be reminded to do that?

Whatever the reason, he already hated it.

He glanced at the screen and saw that Miu had scrolled down a bit.

=====

                                                                                We need to talk. Right now. <

> What is it about?

                                                                                         Don't feign ignorance. <

> We are already working on this. You do not need to intervene.

                                                                                                        Understood. <

=====

"What the hell?" Miu raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"

It was odd to see the mastermind be mad at whoever their colleague was. Whatever they did must not have pleased them.

But was it a good or a bad sign?

"It must have happened after the fourth trial, but not on the same day as the other conversation." Kirumi pondered. "Although I doubt this has anything to do with the fifth trial."

He nodded. Judging by how they talked, the chances were low.

But unfortunately, there wasn't much they could deduce from this conversation.

Miu scrolled down and they realized this would be the last conversation the mastermind and their accomplice had.

======

> This entire trial was a full-blown disaster. How did you mess up that badly?

> Do you realize we might have executed Mr. Amami for nothing? We don't even know if he was indeed guilty.

                             I didn't ask for him to be executed, as far as I know. You did. <

 Also, don't act like you didn't want him to die. I do have a part of responsibility <                                                 in this, but do not put 100% of the blame on me.

       There are things and people I simply cannot control, you should know that.<

> You do know executing someone without concrete proof of the crime is not something we can do out of the blue.

> Someone like you shouldn't be in this position. You knew him better than everyone else and there is no excuse for your failure.

  Once again, you are also to blame. I warned you about him. I specifically told <         you he was a force to be reckoned with, someone to never underestimate. 

                                                       Why do you think I chose him of all people? <

> You could have made the job easier for yourself and for us, and you didn't.

     What is done is done. This game will come to an end very soon, and I have <                                                 no choice but to take another route for the finale.

> You know we cannot afford to end the killing game like this.

         It is too late for that. We underestimated him, and we must pay the price. <

 I'll let you handle the preparations. You might need to hurry up, though. I have <                                              a feeling he prepared more than we first expected.

> Understood.

======

The four of them stared at the screen with wide eyes.

Shuichi had his eyes locked on one single sentence.

'I didn't ask for him to be executed.'

Rantaro...

"Rantaro was supposed to live?!" he yelled.

"Hold the fuck up! If the mastermind didn't want him dead, then why was he executed?!" Miu turned back, panicked.

Shuichi paused, then glanced at her. "W-

"He was right."

He suddenly turned to Kirumi.

"Rantaro mentioned Monokuma possibly getting new orders during the trial, when he suddenly turned against him and gave us a very explicit reason to vote for him."

"So that wasn't the mastermind?!" Kokichi exclaimed.

Then... The mastermind was actually not in total control of the trial...?

What on earth had happened back there?!

"So they fucked up, the mastermind wanted to let him go but whoever the fuck was actually behind the scenes wanted him dead?!"

This was almost exactly what Rantaro had predicted.

His foresight was one of the greatest qualities he had, to their dismay.

But...

"Who are we even calling the mastermind if they don't even have full power over the game?!"

"A pawn." Kirumi bluntly said. "The 'mastermind' has a certain amount of power, but they’re at the lowest level of the hierarchy."

He swallowed. "Still... The fact that the one we considered our greatest enemy for so long might be nothing next to whoever was behind them..."

A graveyard silence settled among them.

He couldn't even bring himself to fear the mastermind anymore.

Rantaro had told them. He had told them that there were more people behind this horror, but... He never imagined anything like that.

"But... Look at this..." Kokichi pointed at the screen. "The other person says they can't kill us out of the blue... Are they still bound by the rules? I thought the mastermind was doing this game for them?"

"Then there must be more layers to this." Kirumi crossed her arms. She raised a finger, pointing at nothing in particular, then raised it up as she talked. "The 'mastermind' is at the bottom, then it's the second layer- this person, whatever their role is, and finally someone else at the top, who has given them the instructions and is only watching."

"That's my understanding of the situation."

Shuichi pondered. This looked like a decent explanation.

But still, whoever is at the top...

... What kind of power did they even possess for multiple killing games to be organized?

Miu stared at the screen, still reading the messages. "The mastermind knows Rantaro more than anyone else... What does that mean? Do they know us as well?"

"That does seem logical. They have 'chosen’ Rantaro, whatever that means, so they probably ‘chose’ us as well. Though I don't know how they could know us enough to the point of creating the Sanzu Garden." Kirumi said.

"That doesn't surprise me at this point, to be honest. What I'm worried about is the last message the mastermind sent. They seemed to know Rantaro had prepared something, so Monoshi must have not been that much of a surprise for them."

If they knew something was going to happen, then... Why didn't they do anything? Was it because the game was already supposed to end?

Was the game successfully ended by Rantaro, or was it already supposed to end, making his sacrifice utterly useless?

"Does that mean they knew we were going to end up in this room?" Kokichi asked.

That... was actually a good question. They didn't seem to have tried to hide major clues like the flashback light guide and the computer, but at the same time, the contract with his family was here. And they were actually able to go past the computer security.

"Maybe... I wouldn't be surprised if they did, but here we are, looking at their conversation with their boss, so who knows." Miu sighed.

Obtained truth bullet! Conversation with the mastermind

The group stopped talking for a moment. They needed to process this. Not just this part of the conversation, but the rest of the investigation. From Tatsuya Idabashi and his corpse, Keebo, the contract with his own family, the subject list to this...

What did he get himself into?!

Kirumi let her shoulders drop. "We should go back to investigating the academy while we still can. I think we’ve seen enough from this computer."

Shuichi turned to her. "Wait, there might still be info on this…"

As much as he hated it, he knew he was right. This computer was a gold mine, despite all the nuggets being coated in poison.

Miu pondered. "But she's right on one thing. We’ve all been on this computer for a while instead of the usual two-by-two. We should get back to that strategy."

Just as she finished her sentence, the sound of another explosion from the outside was heard.

"I... I think I'll stay here…" Shuichi nervously said.

"Fine. I'll go outside." Kirumi took a step back. "I'll try to investigate alone."

"I might also need some time to process all of this bullshit or I think I'll have an aneurysm." She muttered to herself, although Shuichi did hear her.

The sound of her heels faded away as she passed through the destroyed entrance in the library.

Miu crossed her arms, gaze to the ground. "I'll go to the surface too. Can I leave you two with the computer?" she asked.

"C-Count on us."

Shuichi muttered this unconsciously, but he didn't even know if he was ready to see more.

Miu gave him a weak smile and walked away, leaving him with Kokichi.

Once she was out of sight, Shuichi sighed, putting his face in his hands. “What are we even doing…?”

Kokichi put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

It was impossible to keep calm.

“I’m sorry, I- I just don’t know what to think anymore…” he mumbled.

The other boy let his hand drop. “It’s fine… I know this is dumb coming from me, but… Please talk if you need to.”

He paused.

“I just… I feel guilty about Rantaro. I should have said something to Miu… I know I shouldn’t have stayed silent but h- he…”

His throat tightened.

“I don’t know what happened to you exactly, but… He did something bad to you, didn’t he?”

His silence provided him the answer.

“I can’t blame you for reacting the way you did… I know I shouldn’t talk behind people’s backs, but I know Miu is biased, and I can’t blame her either.”

“What I’m trying to say is, you shouldn’t feel bad about keeping it a secret. Maybe things would have gone differently if you talked about your worry, but… You are not the one who is responsible for his death.”

Shuichi stayed silent, a bit surprised by his words.

“Kokichi…”

“If anyone is at fault, it’s whoever organized the killing game, right? So the only thing we can do is to stop them.”

He felt a smile form on his lips, despite the tears threatening to fall at any moment.

“… Thank you.”

“No problem, that’s the least I can do now.”

Shuichi glanced back at the conversation.

"Do you think we should try communicating with them?" he asked. "I don't even know what we'll get out of it, but we could try."

Kokichi frowned. "It feels weird talking to the people who did all of this to us... But we don't have anything to lose, right?"

"I don't think so..."

Shuichi approached the keyboard and took a deep breath.

==

         I managed to get back to the room. What's the next step of the plan? <

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"Wait... Aren't they watching us with the cameras?" Kokichi asked. "Don't they know it's us?"

Shit.

Shuichi slowly turned to him. "W-What do we do now?"

They stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity.

"I don't think they'll answer..." Shuichi mumbled.

He reduced the window size to look at what was available on the computer. Unfortunately, there weren't many icons, but one stood out to him.

"Mastermind rules...?"

He clicked on the icon. It looked like a set of rules they had to follow.

Overall, nothing was alarming or too out of place. Check the room and give updates as often as possible, always keep an eye on the participants, interact as little as possible with the environment not to disturb the game...

... But then, his eyes landed on one specific rule.

#10. Prevent suicides

There is always a possibility a participant will try to end their life at some point in the game, and at a time it is not welcome (i.e.: less than 24 hours after a trial, a participant's death -unless chapter 3- or at any moment the death will be too obvious for a proper trial to be done). In that case, make sure the participant stays alive for the sake of the game by whatever means necessary. Keep an eye on them until the situation is suitable enough for them to do so, or if they simply don't want to commit the act anymore.

Shuichi's eyes widened.

"That's... That's what we're worth to them?" Kokichi's voice was shaking.

The blue-eyed teen swallowed, taking a step back. "This… This is..."

…

If he had truly wished to end it all... The mastermind themselves would have come to his rescue, for the sole purpose of continuing the game...?

How was he supposed to feel about this?!

Obtained truth bullet! Mastermind's rules

He instinctively closed the window.

Thankfully, there wasn't much they could search in this computer anymore, aside from one icon Kokichi pointed out.

"Hey, look at this, maybe... Maybe this is about the cameras?"

Shuichi clicked on it, and to their surprise, all the screens lit up, showing different cameras around the academy. But the cameras looked like they were... flying? They were at the very least not attached to a wall, the ground, or a ceiling, and they were moving.

He spotted Kaito's exisal and Monoshi still hardly fighting against the other bears, Miu running around the main building and Kirumi walking towards the dorms' building.

Another screen showed their faces, staring at the camera. And yet, there was nothing in their field of vision aside from the screen of the computer.

Very disturbing, to say the least.

On the main laptop was a gigantic list of... 'nanokumas'?

There seemed to be hundreds of them, each marked as active, aside from a small portion of them, marked as destroyed.

Were they the cameras? Cameras small enough not to be noticed by anyone?

Rantaro was right on many more guesses than he thought.

Obtained truth bullet! Nanokumas

Since there wasn't much to see here, he closed the window.

"So... What do we do now?" Kokichi asked before glancing at the table. “Hm?”

Shuichi turned to him. “What is it?”

“Kirumi and I found a key next to the computer, that she guessed was a master key, something that could unlock all rooms. But it’s gone now, she might have taken it.”

A very useful item that he despised the existence of.

He looked at the entrance in the library. "There is nothing left to check in this room, so we might as well get out. I hate this place."

His friend nodded. "Yeah…”

And so they did. Once they were out, they decided to split up to check places they might have missed.

There was one place Shuichi needed to go to.

He glanced at the dorms building where Kirumi had supposedly gone to.

He needed to get there. He ran as fast as he could to avoid any possible damage.

Shuichi immediately closed the door behind him, and the ruckus outside became less loud. But the silence of the dorms was not that much more reassuring.

His eyes drifted to the different rooms, now all empty, as their owners were either dead or investigating. However...

... He noticed one door was slightly opened.

Rantaro's.

He swallowed and approached the room.

...

...

After what felt like an eternity, he found the courage to quietly open the door.

He felt himself gag right after stepping into his room.

There was a strange mix of unpleasant smells- nothing like Tatsuya's lab, though. A mix of sweat, chemicals and medicine drowned in a sea of heavy enclosed air. The room itself was incredibly messy and disorganized. He noticed a needle on the bedside table with a bottle of liquid medicine, a half-emptied bottle of water, and pills.

The bed was not even made. The pillow was thrown away and the blanket had fallen on the floor next to the bed.

His eyes glanced towards the wardrobe. It was supposed to have a mirror, but... The shattered shiny pieces of aluminum on the ground told enough for him to understand what had happened.

Looking at this scene made his heart ache. Everything he had seen in the mastermind's room had been messed up, but...

Seeing the madness in the most intimate place they had for themselves was something else. It felt like he wasn't entering a simple room, but rather getting a glimpse of the fragmented mind of his former friend. The one who laid down his life for them- for their safety and out of spite.

His head turned to the bathroom, and that's when he noticed the other person in the room- who hadn't noticed him yet.

Kirumi was staring in front of her, an unreadable expression on her face.

She placed a hand on the mirror, gently brushing it with her long, thin fingers.

After swallowing, he stepped forward.

Kirumi suddenly turned around, just noticing him.

"... It's you."

Shuichi looked down for a moment. "Sorry if I surprised you."

Her shoulders dropped as she turned back to her reflection. "It's fine."

It’s only then that he noticed the state of the mirror, which had been out of his sight until now.

Shattered.

Three strikes that left crackles all over the piece of furniture. The mirror was barely keeping it together. One move too brutal and everything would fall apart, breaking into a million more pieces. Their reflections were distorted by the splits, one of the strikes ironically placed around Shuichi's head.

He could only stare, a hand clenching his heart and his mind drowning in never-ending dread.

(BGM)

They stared at themselves, not even daring to look at the other’s reflection, in a silence that he would have enjoyed at any other moment, but right now, he couldn’t describe it as anything other than suffocating.

His eyes drifted to the glass shards in the sink and the opened tubes of painkillers. The unpleasant smell was stronger, it was impossible to ignore it.

"..."

"Kirumi..."

She glanced at his reflection. "Yes?"

"Can we even stop them?"

She stayed silent for a moment, looking at herself.

"I don't know."

"The mastermind and their allies are powerful, and they seem to have total control over us."

"I would be lying if I said I truly believed everyone would get a happy ending."

Shuichi looked down.

"What even is a happy ending? One where we at least survive? Do we escape the academy? Will we able to go home?"

"What's... What's your happy ending, Kirumi?"

Her eyes widened a bit. Was she… caught off guard?

"..."

"... My happy ending, huh?"

She narrowed her eyes.

"It’s not like I can choose my destiny. The moment this game started, the possibilities for my future narrowed down to very few thin lines.”

“I do not care what happens to me in the end. I know my purpose was to stay alive at all costs, but… There’s no point believing in that anymore.”

“Perhaps I will die, perhaps I will live, and it doesn’t matter. What I truly wish for is to stay true to my morals.”

She paused.

“I know this might sound nonsensical, but I despise cruelty. I’ve seen many flaunting its greatness, but I always believed those people were the weakest humans to ever live.”

“Being cruel is admitting you are unable to suppress a mere urge, that you are nothing but an animal.”

“A simple proof of inhumanity.”

Her eyes hadn’t moved from her own reflection.

“I don’t want to die as a beast, a slave taking orders without second thought, nor as a killer.”

“My happy ending… is to die as Kirumi Tojo.”

…

Shuichi looked down.

“And you?”

His eyes darted up.

“What is yours?”

He looked back at himself.

... What was his happy ending?

"You don't have to answer me. All that matters is that you know what you want and what you believe in."

"Believe me, it takes a lot of mental strength to bring yourself to question all of this, but once you do, it's a new path that opens to you."

"One that you won't regret, even if things may not go exactly as you wanted."

She walked out of the bathroom.

"This killing game changed us all. It's our job to gather the misery and despair we felt for so long and throw it back in the faces of the wretched monsters who ruined our lives."

The sound of her heels faded away.

He stared at where she was standing for a minute before turning to the mirror again.

He wished to say his happy ending is one where they all escape and go home, but…

That was dream out of his reach, and he had to accept it.

Perhaps they would never stop those behind the scenes. Perhaps they would never find peace.

Perhaps they were all going to die.

But…

He couldn’t wallow in what-if’s.

He was going to fight until the end, for those who died, and those by his side.

He may never achieve a true happy ending, but to die trying to get it would be better than to let everyone’s sacrifices be in vain.

And he had just the right idea for a way to end this game.

After sharing one last glance with his shattered reflection, he left Rantaro's room.

He opened the door of the dorms building to see the long-haired woman standing there.

Kaito's exisal was down, surrounded by the four others.

The mecha opened to reveal their friend coughing. He lifted his head to look at them both. He was...

Defeated.

"Kaito!!"

Miu's voice echoed in the courtyard as she sprinted with Kokichi towards them.

"Puhuhu! My, my! You put up quite a fight! I'm impressed!"

Monokuma's laughter ringed in their ears.

"Unfortunately for you, it looks like your little temper tantrum is over!"

Kaito tried to get himself out of the exisal but was struggling to do so with only one functioning leg. Miu ran up to help him, putting his arm around her shoulders.

"So... How was your little period of free time without your beloved headmaster? Did you have fun running around? Going into my super-ultra-mega private rooms?"

"Fuck you." Kaito spat.

"I will take that as a yes!~" the robot laughed. "Now, now. Since this unwanted chaos is finally over, shall we-

"I demand a trial!!"

Everyone turned to the source of the voice.

Shuichi had taken a step forward. That might be the dumbest idea ever, but if this game had to end, it had to be like this.

He stared at the bear in the eyes.

“I want one last trial to end all of this.”

Kaito looked at him with eyes that screamed ‘what are you doing?’. But… That was the only way.

“Rantaro said it himself, this game is over. We have seen what was behind the scenes and we will not partake in this madness anymore!"

He pointed a finger at him. "This is your trial! Your trial as the culprit of everyone's murders in this killing game! And if you don’t want to accept this reason…”

“… Then think of this trial as the one for Keebo’s murderer, since you lied about Kaito being the culprit of the case.”

...

Monokuma looked surprised, although it was hard to read his mechanical face.

"Puhuhu... You do have some guts! Can’t say the same about my sweet monokubs… and myself, but that’s not the point.”

His glare did not falter.

“Very well! I accept the deal!”

"Everyone, please gather at the shrine of judgment!"

The bear and his cubs jumped away to their destination.

Once alone, everyone turned to him.

"Shuichi... Do you really think this is a good idea?"

He wanted to say he wasn't sure, but now wasn't the time to doubt.

"This is our only choice if we want to end the game. I don’t think Monokuma would have accepted to do anything else."

Kirumi crossed her arms. “Monokuma has already accepted the deal. I can’t say I had better ideas, though.”

Kokichi nodded in agreement.

Shuichi looked at his friends with a weak smile. "Let's end this, everyone."

Miu put a hand on his shoulder. "Then let's go. Together."

"You guys are going to have to sum up the situation for me, because I have zero clue how your investigation went." Kaito sighed.

The four others glanced at each other. He was lucky not to have seen the horrors of the mastermind’s room, but they would have to tell him at some point.

"We'll... We'll do that in due time, don't worry." Miu mumbled.

Kaito sensed her worry and put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, I know you guys did well. We'll talk about it during the trial, alright?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Thanks."

They arrived at the shrine, which had been slightly damaged by the exisals. The elevator opened, and the five survivors stepped in.

This was it.

The final trial where everything would end.

He could feel his heart racing in his chest as they got closer and closer to the courtroom.

He glanced at each of his friends, the ones who were still alive with him.

Kokichi, who, despite the hardships he went through before and during the game, gathered the strength to surpass them all, with the help of the kind hearts of the group.

Kaito, who, despite his disability as well as the false accusations thrown against him during the third trial, was someone one could count on, a great friend who wouldn’t let you down.

Miu, who, despite her willingness to kill for her cherished son at the beginning of the game, turned her sorrow into determination to end the game and to fight against their captor, and used her compassion to help whoever needed her.

Kirumi, who, despite her title, was one of his greatest allies, helped him through the hardest times, as well as the rest of them with a great strength, intelligence, as well as the double-edged sword that her condition is.

Friends that he would never, ever forget.

…

The elevator ride was even longer than last time- were they in yet another room?

His question was quickly answered when the door opened.

The courtroom did not even look like one anymore. The decoration was as futuristic looking as the podiums, with bright neon colors vibrating in the dark. And yet, the room was illuminated well enough for them to be able to see each other clearly.

They went to their podiums. And now, eleven of them were occupied by portraits stained by pink crosses.

They looked at each other, all uncertain about the outcome.

But they had to do this.

This killing game was going to end, right here and there, at last.

#ndrv3 #danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 au #beta au #main story

[segernatural]

phil's plant tour video but i'm an emotional mess

Instant shaky-cam: dAniel! Hiii!

We love a self-aware plant murderer.

(Sidenote we love a king who gives credit, stan jenna)

P a s s i o n for p l a n t s

The shift in gaze from lens to dan is really wholesome and dan's little camera nod makes me soft

#SPON (also going northern = excited)

THE BUCKET. i lost my mind on the first watch of this part. Fucking hilarious. Also we stan being in on the joke and staring at your soulmate whilst driinking from a literal bucket for the meme

he literally couldnt even keep a straight face. Like. Listen to how softly he says "hydrated" there ok.

Its a very phil shirt, phil.

Foray wow look at that English-language degree being put to use

Dont stroke the cactus phil--

Also he has no idea how to market a cushion but points for trying. We'll all buy it anyway

"Extra ribbing, for a bit of texture, if you like that kinda thing" all while staring like this

Did i hear that as "furna-tote" wHat

its a bag. Shiny. Leaves. Very phil. He should send one to cristine. But also. I doubt my behemoth of a laptop would fit in there.

Pseudo-appartment tour yeee

"Lets start with this bitch" ok phil tell me how u really feel

"Its the most needy plant ever" so its me

Dan caption: "leave me alone but dont but do" yeahhh

"Trying my best, kinda not succeeding" phil u said shes been living for 2 years under your care. Thats a win

Bean-can. And why does the framing of this shot make me soft.

NORMAN :D why do i always think his tank is larger than that

"Boi" is something i use gender neutrally phil dw

Theres so many shots in here that make me extra soft bc theres something that either reminds me of both of them or just also dan and this is one of them

Casual awards they got together there.

Also how high up are they rn bc jfc phil looks like he is straining upwards, so is dan shooting this above his head? I need answers

Dan's little nonverbal "imma stop you there"

"Like the hot guy" things like this still make me soft ok. Its been almost a year now since he's officially out and i still get emotional ok shush

Phil thinks terrariums can be mystery and beauty

Angry hand terrarium. Its ok, i still appreciate you hand-terrarium, even if phil doesnt

Casual liquor chilling next to a terrarium

I will die for the zed-zed plant bc it sounds ridiculous the way my country says it

Calling himself a botanist now, we stan growth

Golden pig shall also be in commentary then phil.

Second shot that makes me soft: dan's birthday candle :(((

Nooooo we got a couple dead laddy bois in this terrarium

w e

w e x2

Sideways shot, we stan camera-dan

"Blooming out of my crotch" why. Also why hold it like that.

That "boing" sound effect. Oof. Am uncomfy.😂

That off-camera voice of "i'm not gonna say erect... oh i did"

Phil says eat ur breakfast

What even is this shot. Ok mr "under stairs plant"

"If you're falling down the stairs, its the last thing you'll see before you die" uH??

Cmon phil people dont come over 👀

Inb4 phil's friends know hes a plant killer so they try to support his endeavors, and when they see this plant they compliment him on it to validate his growth but alas, its always been a lie

The editing there is 11/10

"I dont like this its too eager" you can just say you're an introvert 👀 some of us just get excited about things ok

Damn phil did this plant hurt u? Do u need a moment?

Dramatic lightning and audio in the bathroom

Not changing lights bc lazy = mood

U lads dont even need a ladder to reach it i bet. Like it would take 30 seconds.

Dan getting shots of dsrk bathroom while phil rambles on about bathroom stuff, till he notices what phil is saying and decides to shame him by capturing it on video

I love how this plant actually has a purpose

Ok this framing is cursed.

Why is the plant like that.

Why are the legs spread.

The chair.

Sidenote hullo another shot that makes me emo. Aesthetic D just vibin.

We stan a strong run-way plant

Dust coating "maybe it helps?" Ah phil, always the optimist

Ok now it just sounds like u are explaining to dan why its not your fault its dying

Casually having to explain gold foil

Cool! Fridge cacti!

"Which one would you rather sit on?" pHIL

"NOT IN A WEIRD WAY" what else can that even mean

Daniel leaving is all of us

Jump to phil being swamped by a plant. Dayum boi look at u go!

All that matters phil is that it is thriving rn ok

That plant looks like it could eat u yes. Plotting it since 2014 apparently

"Growing so fast its killing itself" ok metaphor. Also get it a bigger pot then u monster 👀

"I'd make out with it but its probably posionous." Not that its a plant, but just that it might kill me. Ok.

Awww piranha plant boquet returns

F o n d

Im just glad the cactus was the merch not the yodelling pickle

Phil spilling all the tea about his fake plants damn

"I'm wearing shorts" why do they both have to tell us about their states of undress

So this is phil's emotional support plant

This man. Taped his plant upright. In order to have it in his video background.

Phil. Stop.

The japanese asa (i guarantee i spelled that wrong, i apologize) is beautiful and deserves the spotlight. Glad to see her thrive since pigeon fest.

Phil spilling tea "this plant is me" and "its trying its best but just not suceeding at things" :(

I did not need that flashback of cutting the sideburns ok. That is seared into my memory

"Im a fan"

"A squirrel,, laid? An acorn?" Oh phil.

Soulmates who have existential crises together stay together

"This thing is a strong buddy" what does that mEan

Oh no. Nononono. Every insect that has gotten inside goes into this plant. Nope.

The extreme closeups that dan does of phils eye's & quiff always make me smile

Ahh. This is the shame pot, where all plants go to die.

Steve

He's a shiny.

Steve is basically your cat now phil

Casual reminders that who needs humans at all when u live with your soulmate and a pigeon adopts you

This angle on the shot. Jfc dAn you're so tall

"They make me happy" *britney yeah.gif*

Overall very good plant tour, very good happy phil, 11/10.

#dan and phil #amazingphil #dnp #char speaks #long post

[dukethomas]

Summary: Duke is a disaster bi ace. Somehow, his disastrous nature doesn’t extend to his love life. Much.

Written for Duke Week 2020 (hosted by @duketectivecomics​) Day Two, and the theme is Gotham Pride! Also, I’m not ace (I consulted some friends and had sensitivity readers check over it, however, shoutout to all of you) so if I messed anything up, please lmk!

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Duke leans into Izzy’s lips, and Izzy presses back. He closes his eyes, expecting to feel something, anything, that spark he keeps reading about or the soft, silky touch that made him want to keep going on forever—but he feels none of that.

Instead, he feels Izzy’s cracked and dry lips—Riko always offers her spare chapstick or lip balm, but Izzy refuses. Duke gladly takes them in his girlfriend’s stead. He’s got a collection going. And he tries to be into it, he tries to focus on the physical sensation, but...

It's boring more than anything else, is all he has to say. He's certain Izzy enjoys it, and he remembers learning about how lip nerves are more sensitive, which is why kissing is enjoyable, but he doesn't get any of that. Just... none.

Huh.

When they pull away, Izzy’s eyes are twinkling and she’s grinning. She glows, a happy afterglow that always seems to come with a little buzz.

“How was that for your first kiss?” she teases gently. “Did it help you figure anything out?”

Duke shrugs. “Yeah,” he responds. “Kissing is weird.”

“Well,” Izzy allows, still grinning but a touch softer now, “it’s not for everyone. We can just hold hands from now on if you’d like.”

And that, that kind of touch, that sends thrills up Duke’s arm and gives him a happy buzz. 

“I’d like that,” he tells her earnestly. He then holds out chapstick, cherry-flavored. “You need this more than I do.”

Izzy swats him. 

-

He and Izzy break up amiably. They work better as friends, anyways—friends who will take every opportunity to flirt with each other, but just friends nonetheless.

But Duke’s a bleeding heart, as Izzy calls him, and he’s swept away again by another person. Jackson Hyde. The latest Aqualad, who he meets when Aquaman’s meeting with Bruce on official hero business. Anytime they talk, Duke falls back to (good!) cheesy puns and otherwise snarky comments, but he can’t fight the grin on his face.

Robina: dude shoot ur shot!!

signal boost: izzy b lease I can’t do this he’s just. he’s???

Robina: d u k e

signal boost: i z z y

signal boost: ask out riko first and then come talk to me

Robina: …

signal boost: aha! so I was right

signal boost: ...jfc we’re both disaster bis

signal boost: deal still stands. I’ll ask aqualad out if you ask riko out

Robina: uhhhh fuck u and also

Robina: i asked if she wanted to go out for coffee with me

Robina: [screenshot.png]

signal boost: well, fuck.

-

signal boost: hey aqualad [deleted]

signal boost: hey jackson [deleted]

signal boost: so about your biceps [deleted]

signal boost: hey!

tide pod: hi!

signal boost: so you know how you’re really charming? and funny and chill? and absolutely badass?

tide pod: ...yeah?

signal boost: uh

signal boost: fuck, confidence is Wack

tide pod: you’re really cool though? 

tide pod: idk man you do the day thing and you’re a bat and it’s really inspiring

tide pod: you should believe in yourself more

signal boost: you have no idea how you just made this so much harder for me

tide pod: how about you just……. do it

signal boost: hmmmmmm

signal boost: hmmmmmmmmmmm

tide pod: duke

signal boost: perhaps i WILL do it

signal boost: so jackson, do you want to go out with me? like as a date? like romantically?

tide pod: oh man i get why you were nervous now,

signal boost: please respond to it even if only to reject me

tide pod: hey what if i said i also thought you were cute and funny and hella charming

tide pod: and that i would love to go out with you?

signal boost: OH THANK FUCK

-

Duke floats on clouds on the day he and Jackson agree to meet up for a coffee date. He cuts his patrol short and rides his motorcycle at full speed towards the Batcave. 

As Duke walks into the Batcave, the chair (Batchair) turns around, with all the slow, dramatic flair of an evil villain. Instead, Bruce sits on the other end, cowl down, apparently working on something.

“Signal,” he says with his low rumble. “You were scheduled to patrol until five in the afternoon. If you wished to alter the schedule you set, you should have.”

Oh. Right. To be fair, Duke only remembers to set his own schedule for the month because he has calendar alarms set up. It’s much, much easier to just go out and come back whenever you want. 

He shrugs. “Can’t I just end patrol because I feel like it?” He glances back, at the zeta tube that would take him to San Francisco. He inches towards it. “I have, uh… homework I need to be getting to.”

“You’re not going towards the stairs. Just the opposite, actually.”

“Okay, okay, fine.” Duke throws his hands in the air. “You caught me. I’m going to meet up with someone. As a date,” he blurts, because Izzy and Riko are ninety percent of his impulse control, and Izzy encouraged him into this situation. Riko is… presumably being her kickass lesbian self with Izzy right now. 

Bruce’s eyes only arch a little bit. “With who?”

How the Wayne kids of ages past could look in this man’s eyes and lie, Duke will never know. (Yes, he does know, he’s done it several times before.) “Jackson Hyde,” he says quickly. “You know. Aqualad?”

Belatedly, he realizes this is kind of like his coming out to Bruce. He’s sure Bruce won’t mind, Dick had flings with Wally in the past, Jason is… complicated but safe to say he isn’t cishet, Cass is currently dating Harper, Tim had things with both Kon and Steph, and honestly he’s not sure about Damian but those examples should all be enough, right?

Bruce only hums in that noncommittal way. “There are worse young heroes to be dating. Remember to lock your bedroom door.”

Duke’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, then his face scrunches up in understanding. “No,” he groans. “Please, the last thing I want to do is think about… that. It’s only our first date! I’m ace!”

“Oh,” Bruce replies, nodding, probably mentally filing it away. “Understandable. I won’t make those remarks again if you’re uncomfortable.”

A smile breaks out on Duke’s face, and the warm fluffy feeling of acceptance grows in his chest. “Thanks. But I gotta go…?”

“By all means,” says Bruce, gesturing towards the zeta tube. “Don’t let me keep you. Have fun, sunshine.”

Duke takes this as permission to dash to the zeta tube, rapidly inputting his destination and letting his molecules disappear into the air as he is teleported. “Thanks, Bruce!”

Time to hopefully not make an utter fool of himself. At least he’s got an… ace up his sleeve. (Ace bi his sleeve? As in “by his sleeve” but bi? It loses the instant recognition of the phrase, but maybe…)

-

Also read and comment on AO3!

#duke thomas #dukeweek2020 #isabella ortiz #izzy ortiz #jackson hyde #aqualad #bruce wayne #batman #okay LISTEN bruce would absolutely call duke sunshine because it's the cutest nickname you can't change my mind #i'm a little late but shhhh #crys writes

[aseriesofhyperfixation]

Cry For A Wedding, Cry For A Funeral

i finally finished this ridiculous oneshot and jfc wow okay i’m a lil emotional ngl  enjoy? ig? if you can? ;asldfkj best of luck  WARNING: ANGST AHEAD, like so much angst, like wow  i’ve outdone myself lowkey 

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“Are you ready?” Frank called, straightening his tie in the mirror. 

He stepped into the parlor of the basement, and to his great confusion, his triplet lay curled up in a ball on the couch. “Ernest?” Frank wasn’t quite sure what to do, seeing his brother like this, but he sat down on the couch next to him and shook his head to clear his thoughts anyway, “Ernest, buddy, what’s wrong?”      

Ernest lifted his head slowly, and to Frank’s great dismay he saw that there were tears on his cheeks, although he was chuckling in exasperation, “Did you just call me buddy?” 

“I, uh,” Frank sat up a little straighter, “You seemed like you needed comforting.  I wanted you to be comfortable. Buddies are comfortable with each other. Right?” “I don’t think I’ve ever been more uncomfortable than I am with you calling me buddy,” Ernest paused, giving his brother a soft and shaky smile, “I just… I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know if I can go.” 

Frank nodded, as though he understood, although in reality he didn’t. His brother was in a position that they had never experienced, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. 

“I think you should,” He said softly, considering his words carefully, “But that’s just me. You did RSVP, it would be rude of us not to go. But I don’t know that anyone really expected you to RSVP in the first place, so maybe…” He trailed off.

Frowning, Ernest mumbled something under his breath that was probably insulting, and then he spoke a little louder, “Do you think O will be there?” 

With a little shrug, Frank considered this, “You’d probably know better than I would, huh?”

“He will be,” Ernest sounded unsure of himself, although he knew he was right, “I think a decent amount of… of people like O, people like me, are going to be there. Just hidden away. Besides, it’s Beatrice. O wouldn’t miss this.” 

Frank wanted to ask Ernest why he had asked Frank his opinion in the first place, when Ernest was already well aware of this, but Frank knew that Ernest was in an emotional place, and Frank didn’t want Ernest to think that Frank thought there was something wrong with Ernest being in an emotional place, because Frank knew that there was nothing wrong with Ernest or anyone else being emotional, Frank simply wasn’t used to being exposed to much outward emotion, especially from Ernest. 

Ernest knew that Frank was probably wondering why Ernest had asked Frank’s opinion in the first place, when Ernest was already well aware of this, but Ernest knew that Frank probably wouldn’t say anything because Ernest was in an emotional place and Frank wouldn’t want Ernest to know that Frank knew that Ernest was emotional, because Frank would worry that Ernest would think that Frank was judging Ernest for being emotional, and Ernest knew that Frank didn’t think there was anything wrong with Ernest or anyone else being emotional, Ernest simply wasn’t usually one to exhibit much outward emotion to anyone, especially Frank. 

“Maybe I can just hide out somewhere, so I’m there but they don’t see me,” Ernest proposed, considering it, “Maybe I could do that.” 

His voice was shaky, as though he knew that this idea was not the best but wanted desperately for it to be good, and Frank laid his hand out carefully, palm up, so that if Ernest wanted to make contact with him he could, but if he didn’t want to be touched he wouldn’t have to be.

Ernest rested his hand against Frank’s.

“It’s up to you,” Frank brought his thumb curving upward, so that it touched the back of Ernest’s hand, “If you don’t want to go-”

“It’s not that I don’t want to!” Ernest jerked his hand away, his shoulders hunching slightly, he was closing himself off from his brother, from the world, “It’s not that I don’t want to. I don’t, of course, but I do lots of things I don’t want to do. It’s… I don’t know if I can.” 

Frank shifted away, just a bit, to give his brother room to breathe, although he left his own hand in place. “Okay, I’m sorry. I said the wrong thing. I understand. But I mean it, it’s totally up to you. If you can’t go, if it’s not something you can do, no one will blame you. No one will be mad at you. They just might be a little sad, that’s all. They’ll miss you. But they won’t be angry. You’re not a bad person if you don’t go.”

“I am a bad person,” Ernest whispered, and then he let out a sob, his voice rising, “I’m a bad person! We’re bad people, Frank, all of us, but especially me. I’m a bad person, and I’m gonna die alone and no one will come to my funeral except you and Dewey and maybe Bertrand, not because he wants to be there but because he’s too nice for his own damn good. But he’s too good to come. I don’t want him to have to be at my funeral, even though I know he will because he’ll feel obligated to, because I’m not good enough for Bertrand to care about. Just ask K. She’s been telling him for years, she’s always said I’m the evil one, you’re the friendly one, and he always laughed it off but now he knows it’s true and I don’t know what to do.” 

He had curled back into a ball, his body shaking as he cried, but he rocked to the side so that he was leaning against Frank, and awkwardly, Frank wrapped his arms around the ball of discomfort that was his triplet. 

“You’re not a bad person,” He said firmly, hushing Ernest as he started wailing in disagreement, “You’re not. You’re a good person, Ernest. And K, you know I love her, but she’s a bitch. Everyone knows that. Don’t use her opinion of you to judge your self worth. You are a good person, and you deserve to be cared about by a lot of people. You are good and kind and loved, and you deserve that love.”

Ernest did not believe his brother’s words, but he found himself comforted by them anyway.

“Are you ready?” Frank called, straightening his tie in the mirror.

He stepped into the parlor of the basement, and to his great confusion, his triplet lay curled in a ball on the couch. 

Not as confusing as last time, at least.

“Not again,” He murmured to himself, as he still wasn’t quite sure what to do in this type of scenario,  and he made his way over to sit beside his brother, “Ernest? Ernest, pal, it’ll be okay.”

Ernest didn’t even bother to lift his head, but Frank heard him let out a quiet snort, “Pal?” 

“You didn’t like buddy,” Frank defended quickly, “I figured fifteen years wasn’t enough to change that.” 

“I don’t like pal either, and fifteen years from now, if we live that long, I won’t like whatever other stupid nickname you come up with,” Ernest lifted his head just a bit, finally, only enough for Frank to see his eyebrows, and then he very quickly shifted his position so that his face was buried against Frank’s leg. Nodding, Frank brought a hand up to stroke his triplet’s hair, feeling tears begin to soak the fabric of his pants, “Okay. I’m sorry. Do you, uh, do you want to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” Ernest’s voice was muffled, “I’m fine.” 

If you are not aware of this, there are two possible meanings behind the phrase “I’m fine”. Sometimes, “I’m fine” means “I’m fine”. More often, however, “I’m fine” means “I am about to fall down a deep dark hole of oblivion, and cannot possibly consider myself in a worse scenario, but I either don’t want to inconvenience the person I am talking to or do not want to acknowledge the feelings that are enveloping me in their chilled, angry grasp, and so I am going to say that I’m fine even though I am absolutely the furthest thing from it”. 

Ernest meant the second of these two options. 

“Of course,” Frank almost laughed at the absurdity of this, but he managed to hold himself back, “Just. Can you do this?”

“Can I?” Ernest echoed, letting out a mirthless chuckle, “Good question.” 

“Ernest, it’s okay to talk about how you’re feeling.”

Historically speaking, that was untrue for these brothers, but they decided not to talk about that. 

“It can’t be real, can it?” Ernest had been silent for several moments, but he spoke finally, “They… he can’t really be dead, right?”

“I’m sorry,” Frank said softly, and because he wasn’t quite sure what to do he patted his triplet on the head, being as gentle as he could manage, and repeated, “I’m sorry.” 

Ernest leaned into the touch, just a bit, although it didn’t seem intentional, and then suddenly he jerked upward frantically, “The kids! They had kids! What’s going to happen to them? Are they...are they going to be there?”

“I doubt they even know about it,” Frowning, Frank mused on the thought for a moment, “That idiot banker friend of the Baudelaires, do you remember him?”

“They’re living with him?” Ernest looked disgusted by the very thought, “They’re going to catch that ridiculous cough.”

Frank shook his head, “They’re not living with him, at least not for long. He’s been placed in charge of their affairs.” “Why is a banker in charge of that?”

“Because he’s in charge of their estate,” Shrugging, Frank considered it, “It does seem a bit ridiculous. But I don’t think he even knows about the funeral, so I doubt the kids do.”

“There’s three of them, aren’t there? Two girls and a boy? Those children, they must be so frightened. So sad. It’s not fair that they don’t get to go to the funeral, that they don’t get to say goodbye,” A new track slid its way down Ernest’s cheek, and he looked away from his brother as though that would do anything to hide it.

“We didn’t get to say goodbye either,” Frank reminded him, jumping back when Ernest spun to face him again with a snarl.

“And that wasn’t right! Nothing that happened to us was right! And those kids, they, oh god,  they don’t deserve this...they don’t deserve any of this! Frank, do you…” Ernest’s voice broke for just a moment, “Do you know who they’re going to?” 

Frank knew.

“I don’t know.” Ernest hissed, “You’re lying to me. Who are they going to?”

“I don’t know!” Frank insisted, and after a moment under Ernest’s glare, a look in his eyes so desperate that Frank quailed ever so slightly, he relented, “I’ve...heard a rumor. But I don’t know anything for sure.”

“We should take them!” The look in Ernest’s eyes changed, ever so slightly, still desperate but now more frantic than Frank had ever seen them, “We could give them a good home! They’d like living in a hotel, wouldn’t they? Wouldn’t that be a fun place for kids to grow up? And we could take care of them, we could do it, watch out for them, keep them safe from...from all the things that no one kept us safe from.”

“We can’t do that.” “We can!” Ernest was on his feet now, pacing in front of his brother, “We can, Frank, we have to! We owe it to them. We owe it to those children and we owe it to B and we owe it to, to, to-”

He crumpled onto the floor. 

Voice dripping with pity, Frank gazed down at his triplet, “We can’t. You know we can’t.”

Ernest let out a hollow sob.

“I’m sorry, Ernest, I am,” Frank rose to his feet, extending a hand out to his brother, an offering. 

Raising his head, Ernest looked at his triplet’s hand coolly, although he was still crying, he had managed to quiet himself. He stared, hard, and then shook his head, “At least I know I’m evil.” 

He stood without taking Frank’s hand, grabbed the jacket that lay over the back of the couch, and walked to the door, throwing his brother one last glance before he disappeared. 

Frank did not want to believe that his brother meant what he had said, but he knew that he did, and with a sigh, he followed. 

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Lou/Kim Hosung Astrology: How He Loves

OML he’s so precious i wanna squish his cheekies

As always 18+ under the cut

“omg i loved your astrology ask - romantic breakdown with Ayno so much! Can I get one for Lou, please?😊” - @randomkpopfiction

A/N I'm so happy to hear you’ve been enjoying my posts ! Here you go , I hope that you like it !!

Let’s talk tall boi

okay so his big 3 by our best estimation is Aries Rising, Sagittarius sun and Taurus moon, 2 fire and an earth

His chart lean is pretty evenly split between fire and earth, with one more earth and one air. no water whatsoever

that’s notable because water is the emotional element, so that suggests he isn’t prone to big emotional driven actions

we will get into that more as we go 

it’s just something that sets the tone of his chart

also his perfect split between mutable and cardinal suggests he can take the lead or be incredibly adaptable

so he actually seems very chill just looking at those facts 

for the romance-y stuff lessgo

Aries are confident go-getters, so he will seem pretty sure of himself in all situations

whatever he does he puts his WHOLE DAMN ASS INTO IT

we do not half ass anything in this house we whole ass it

can be a little brash, but his moon will help stop that from being too prominent since Taurus is basically the slowest moving most careful earth sign. 

since Aries is a cardinal sign though, he may seem a little intense and take charge in situations where others don’t seem to have their stuff together

Sun in Sagittarius, he is adventurous, lacks fear, and longs for intellectual insights, like he will ask you so many questions and fire back anything he thinks fits his own life

is really interesting to converse with

probably really laid back but still willing to talk to anyone

the kind of person who could make friends anywhere and with anyone

probably super curious and less cautious than he should be 

Taurus moon is affectionate but a bit shy and likes things to be very familiar

they are generally uncomfortable with change so his sun is a great balance to push him into more outgoing settings and to try new things

even if his moon will be a little filled with butterflies 

aw im soft

since your moons is the depth of your feelings he is steadfast and intentional

slow moving but once he has chosen for himself it is his focus

he will be a steady and reliable partner, but still be fun and spontaneous since his sun is so fiery. 

honestly looking through this chart I’m like he would be anyone's coolest best friend and just vibe in the most interesting way what a neat person?? where do i get one ???

let’s translate these and his other signs into a relationship starting with 

FLUFF

listen Sagittarius is the peter pan right? 

he doesn't WANNA grow up 

he wants to experience life and DO THINGS

but his Taurus moon will probably make him shy away even though his heart is BURSTING OKAY

Taurus is also one of the more artistic minded and sensual signs 

so he is creative and romantic and probably loves a cheesy rom com with cuddles

you may have to encourage his courageous side when emotions hit but you may have to chill him out where danger is involved

since his Mercury is Capricorn which is the cardinal of earth he will be really smart about his communication

so he will think things out well and be incredibly clever and quick witted

it suggests his humor is a bit sarcastic and savage and honestly 

like i consider Cap the most ‘millennial’ humor 

as in sarcasm and self deprecation 

but since that Aries stands proud he will probably still simultaneously know he’s pretty fantastic

like he knows he is awesome but also judges himself really hard probably

Venus in Sagittarius so this is interesting

of the fire signs it’s kind of more reserved romantically

Has REALLY high standards when it comes to what he wants in a relationship and intends for them to be met

not like how you look or sound or whatever

but will not tolerate disrespect of degradation on either side

has a lot of pride in keeping his relationships solid and communicative

an enthusiastic speaker, once he has set you as a comfortable person to communicate with he will lean into that and probably has a zillion incredibly interesting things he has pondered over about life and love that he wants to have deep conversations about

he would be the coolest to have talks about really relative things

might need some pushing if you want to discuss emotions 

that Taurus moon will win out only if you nourish and validate his feelings

so if you meet and he likes you somewhere a long the line, it will be a push and pull between Sagittarius wanting to love everyone and Taurus wanting to be sure of someone

the philosopher mind of a Sagittarius will draw him to you platonically and if you are affectionate, steady and warm his Taurus will basically flop down like a huge dog and beg for pats-metaphorically

His venus suggests that he would love to entice you with his wit, his spontaneity and his laughs,

He knows he is charming and full of life and he will use it against you 

and probably tease the ever living shit out of you for it

say he is cracking jokes or being adorable and you stare at him fondly, or giggle at a joke

he will be playful back

expect him to call you out

he is going to say something like “Oh I know I am beautiful but you’ll wear my face out staring like that.” with a wink

honestly a little shit sometimes wtf

doesn’t get jealous and doesn’t tolerate jealousy

so if you start as friends it will be this seamless fit into his friend group and he won’t even care if Ziu lays all over you or whatever

it won’t even seem abnormal to him even if he likes you

in fact he will probably just join the cuddle huddle or make sarcastic jokes about it

Sagittarius venus love fun and new experiences but they are not about to enjoy a shallow relationship

expect him to solidify boundaries and ask you out officially pretty quickly 

They are not a flighty sign even though they are a bit in the clouds sometimes 

the love an intense and passionate love and will not settle for less

Get you those healthy boundaries Lou

so i imagine as adventurous but thoughtful as his blend of signs is, especially with a Virgo Mars

he is going to think of the most interesting and sincere way to ask you out

maybe plan a day trip somewhere special

idk a hike or the beach or something 

and after he’s spent the entire day building memories with you 

he will ask you if you want to keep making these memories

maybe show you a little album on his phone of the selfies he’s taken with you for the last few months

wow soft and cute i love it 

and if you say yes he is going to start by being like oh yeah okay cool

then he will walk a few steps away and turn his back and start freaking out about how happy he is

a bouncy giggle mess over there and you’re like.... are you okay

he’s like.... *cough* yes I am FINE

sure you are

his north nodes is Libra so he is likely to need you around as he accomplishes goals

basically he wants to experience life with you and not separate from you and will work to make sure those goals align with each other

probably neither against nor particularly for public displays of affection

it will matter most to him that you are there with him, and if you want to add affection into it he won’t be opposed

but expect snark

“If you need to hold on to me you can.”

I also see him as the type to fall asleep on you during movies and really relish if he wakes up still in your arms

really low key affection is his thing

probably writes i love you on your leg with his finger when you are in the car or around people but he doesn’t wanna shout it out

likes to put his chin on your head and kiss the top of your head so gently

gently cups the side of your face and stares into your eyes all dreamy 

HAND KISSES

so cute I’m soft 

soft hours are closing

18+  below the cut

must he do this I’m scared

WOOOP 

spicy talk 

INTENSE

playful but intesnse

Sagittarius are exploratory signs  so that will probably make it into the bedroom ngl

like they like new experiences

so he is going to be learning things and sitting you down to talk about hard yes’s and no’s

we stan healthy communcation

maybe a little switchy?

I think he prefers to be in charge of your pleasure but I think he would be down to try laying back and letting you take the reins

to be honest he seems like he would really be into blindfolding ?

like blindfold him and tell him he has to make you cum but he has to do it with just his hands

jfc those hands i think you’ll be okay

lives for excitement and trust in a relationship

it has to go both ways, the Taurus moon demands it

he wants you to trust him with your whole being and he will give that in return

he wants you to be greedy with your own pleasure

“Touch yourself for me baby, I wanna see you”

looks at you like a work of art he wants to paint with his hands and tongue and cum

probably nasty but in the absolute most intimate way

hey you know what he sounds like saying give me more already I expect that’s what you hear after your third orgasm sorry I don’t make the rules

with a Virgo mars (his actions) mixed with so much Sagittarius expect him to treat you like his own personal experiment

really wants you to be as vocal about it as he is 

communicate what you like and don’t

wants you to ride him so he can watch you and comment on how beautiful you are

“you want me to fuck you hard you have to earn it.”

teasing little shit i stg

the Taurus makes me think he is kind of really intimate about it all

the kind of guy who might spank you , but will massage it gently after, 

holds onto the back of your neck and pulls you into his thrusts 

probably furrows his brow in concentration

and he has this like.. excitable side with all this fire energy that makes me feel like he gets really energetic about the whole ordeal

like he is SO AMAZED you are letting him touch you that he just kinda 

implodes

probably makes the softest little groans when you run your nails down his chest

wants to be marked in places no one else can see

doesn’t think of it as ownership or “marking” in  a traditional way

thinks of it as little reminders on his skin for only you two to know about 

that’s kinda beautiful tbh 

aftercare is probably haphazard but it will involve a lot of touching,

like none of his signs are particularly care-taker-ey 

but he will be sure you get lots of affection after more intense sessions so  you feel loved and protected

probably kisses your face all over and pulls you into an embrace

mumbles about your future together as you fall asleep 

it’s really cute aw

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10 Different Characters, From 10 DifferentFandoms, And Tagging 10 Different People

I was tagged by the ever lovely soul  HMS-Chill and this is so hard but like I think I got a good list? So in no particular order….

Eliza Schuyler Hamilton (Hamilton) » Like idk if we’re suppose to explain, so I’ll keep it short. She is the brightest fucking star of them all, and she is so brilliant and so beautiful and so wonderful!! And I cry every time I think about her because she went through so much hurt and heartbreak but she is an angel and she always got what she set her mind on and truly if you just looked at my tag for her you will understand fjoiaejfoiaer 2. Annabeth Chase (PJO Saga) »  Honestly part of my pan awakening, i’ve been in love with her since I was an 11 year old kid LMFAO. She was so tough and her back story with her dad was so heartbreaking and she tries so hard and she loves so much even if she doesn’t show it and she loves other girls and JFC the fact she was the only one of the seven without ~magical~ powers just makes me love her all the more!!!! 3. Adam Parrish (TRC) » It would not be an over exaggeration to say that I would die a thousand painful deaths merely to know that he is happy…. I love him with my entire heart and soul and he deserves every ounce of goodness that this damn crappy world can offer! His story arc in TRC was so heart wrenchingly beautiful and him in the Dreamer trilogy is just, I can’t breathe I love him so much!!! 4. Katara (ATLA) » It’s frankly embarrassing to think about the massive crush I had on her without realizing how gay I was for her fjioajrfioajer She was beautiful and she manipulated my favorite element and she was a fucking loud feminist and she is in touch with her heritage in the tribe and she is my sunflower baby!! 5 Baz Pitch (Carry On Trilogy) » Okay just straight up, I would’ve loved him despite it all, but when Rainbow dropped in the fact he was half Arab, and I got— Representation???? Me????? Holy fuck!!! And she even brought up how his Ma was too dark for other British Wizards to trust her and just, wow I felt seen! Okay but back to my tragic baby! He is snarky and he is brilliant and he has impeccable taste— even if the love of his life is a God damn mess mjfoiaejfoierkdl And God the storyline brought up in Wayward Son, connecting with his vampire identity! I just know that’s finna fuck me up in the last book so just he is my child that I must protect and hide at all costs!!! 6. Amy March (Little Women) » Listen, she is the love of all my days and she is so fucking remarkable! I know I’ve said this about everyone— surprise surprise I’ve got a type— but she is so beautiful and so brilliant and so fucking amazing!! I’m so thankful for 2019 for giving us Florance Pugh who really just breathed her to life in such vivid and remarkable ways and that speech she gives Teddy in the art studio just forever will give me chills! I’ve always said this, I definitely embody Joe, but I am so smitten with Amy, with her shrewdness and her wit and her sense of duty. She was this lovely frivolous girl, which is good and perfect already, but then she grows up into a lady who still loves all the indulgences of life, and is well aware to her status, she wants to marry well because she wants to help her family but she’s always known she would. And she gets what she wants by working within the system, and I think that’s so fucking bad ass! But then she also gets to end up with her first love! Just JFC I’m far to emo about her fjoiarjfoa 7. Chidi Anagonye (The Good Place) » It was so fucking hard choosing between him and Eleanor, because I identified so hard with the latter— especially with some things with her parents— but Chidi is my pure angel child who I must protect at all costs! He was always the sane and truly good one and he was so neurotic and so kind and so smart and JFC him shirtless jfoiaejfuoehrugi Just love this little bean! 8. Prince Henry (RWRB) » He’s this precious and angelic academic, like how could I not be in love??? Seriously, henry just breaks my heart into a thousand little pieces and he’s so endearing and good and he has so much love to give but he also has this sadness that’s just so tragic and so interesting to look into and he deserves so much warmth and love and he got that! Him and Alex you guys JFC talk about making me weak! Okay look I just love him and I will always protect him!! 9. Amy Santiago (Brooklyn Nine Nine) » She’s my top tear sergeant princess!! She’s so funny and neurotic and strong and fearless and compassionate and good! And she can be feminine while being a bad ass and so fierce! And she’s so beautiful!! And I just adore her to bits!! 10. Alec Lightwood (Shadowhunter Chronicles) » Okay you guys know how there are some characters you just latch onto? Like he’s not always great *Cough cough original trilogy** but like he is my child okay! Every time I read about him, or he’s alluded to, or just thinking about him I just smile. That little soliloquy he gives Izzy, I think in City of fFallen Angels? Like when he’s describing the paper cuts, God I still get chills, i related so fucking hard. And he was so afraid in the first couple books but he’s learned to love himself and be open and be proud, and seeing where he is today, with his job title and his family and just all of that— JFC I’m getting chills thinking about it. I just love him so much!!!! 11. Natasha Rostova (The Great Comet) » Okay okay Linda I know! I’m cheating! It’s suppose to be ten!!! But you haven’t taken account, I DON”T CARE!!! I had to include my baby my girl my star child! She was just here to hav a good time okay!! She knows that she’s beautiful and she was horny and it’s such a simple story, but it’s so sad and tragic, like her last song with Pierre makes me cry every fucking time, when he describes her limp arms at her side and you think about he described her as the life of the party when she was younger and society didn’t get it’s clutches on her yet! That just broke me. I think so many girls can relate to this story of being “a ruined woman” and it’s disgusting that our society still has these acts, and just I love this girl so much, and I want to protect her from all of it! And god of course Denee’s heavenly voice and gorgeous face just endeared me to her even more fjoierjfoiaerjf!

Remus J Lupin  »  Plane and simple, he is the greatest love of my life and that’s just simply on facts and the Marauders era is the reason why I even love Harry Potter as much as I do. JFC he is so fucking wonderful.

Okay wow I went on for SOOOOO LONG!! JFC I need to learn how to shut up jfoairejfdjsoijw 

But okay ready to tag some wonderful peeps!!!

•Adverbialstarlight   •Tinyarmedtrex  •Pastelle-Pvn  •Maraudereasmut   •Kirito-potter  •Celiabowne  •omgcmere  •TedddyLupin  •Saywhatjessie  •Oldkingyounggod  

#annabeth chase #Adam Parrish #Amy March #Baz Pitch #Henry Fox Mountchristen Windsor #Alec Lightwood #Katara Atla #Chidi Anagonye #Natasha Rostova #Amy Santiago #Len Prattles on #about me #tag game #literally my life

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And so the second half of summer break passes in a blur of confidants, mushy feelings, and screaming about Featherman.

I’ve been trying really hard to make sure that I’m spending my time with people wisely and working towards rank-ups. (Side note: holy shit, Makoto, you make plans for me to pretend to be your boyfriend without asking me first and then stick a Max Charm requirement on it? Jfc.) However, I am also biased and a mess.

Logical brain says that it’s points towards the next rank, because I wasn’t quite there yet. Also a trophy for going, because going automatically with Akechi didn’t count.

Sentimental, smitten emotional brain says “I can’t take other people there. That’s Goro’s. He trusted me enough to share it with me.”

Emotional brain won. I went and ranked up Ohya instead. X’‘‘D

The twins wanted to go to the church and confirmed that other people can see them, which means the employees of the gym, the movie theater, and Big Bang Burger just did not care.

Caroline confessed to going out to eat without Justine and Justine almost megidolaon’d her in the confessional. How is Akira ever going back to this church ever again without dying of embarrassment?

Something something something cats resembling their owners. A portrait of two fluffy idiots that won’t talk about their problems.

It was nice to still be able to go out in the evenings the week leading up to the beach trip. And after the beach trip! Having more time is great. They’re still setting up Kasumi to have some kind of nervous breakdown at some point, mentioning that the school is going to drop her like a hot potato if she doesn’t do well at her last gymnastics meet. She’s apparently going overseas for training while we’re on the school trip; she texted to say she wouldn’t be around. Maruki’s back at school but still doesn’t have time for me. I went to Akihabara and bought out the video game store, so now I own Featherman Seeker and just need time to play!

And Goro dropped his tragic backstory and then I didn’t hear a damn thing from him until he showed up at my home Saturday evening to watch Featherman.

Sojiro’s the one who suggested we go take a bath, so...thanks, Sojiro? You’re a great wingman. Were my ‘I’d really like to see Goro naked’ vibes that strong?

Giving this boy a proper confidant has done absolute wonders. We’re learning more about his mom and his shitty dad and his childhood... We’ve gotten to appreciate jazz together and play video games and chill five feet apart in the bath...

It’s great.

#OutOfContextGoro ;)

The same adult, even!! But you’re right, we could be having way more fun conversations while we’re naked. :3

It’s nice to be even a little bit right. I’ve always figured that one of the reasons Goro likes Akira is because he treats him like a real person that matters, not some kind of idol that’s expected to be perfect all the time.

This whole conversation would have fit pretty seamlessly into Cascade, the way I characterized Goro.

“Today I wasn’t really acting much like the Detective Prince.”

Help I’m crying. Please just tell Akira you like him, ffs.

#Li plays P5R

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good lord rohit, you're so terrible at small talk.

sona is me, when my doctor friends talk at me about their doctor-y life.... (’uh.... that sounds bad. or good, idk, i'm gonna wait till the tone of your voice gives me a hint about how to react.’)

"PEHLE TUM" BOLKE STOP INTERRUPTING HER. SHE’S TRYING TO BREAK UP WITH YOU; STOP DISTRACTING HER WITH YOUR BIG, WARM, STUPID, SURGEON HAND AND EARNEST PUPPY FACE.

"itna toh kar hi sakti hoon tumhare pyaar ke liye." ohohohohohoh double meaninggg.

clarification. she meant RAIMA. she doesn't love you or anything ok. she's not making eye contact coz the decor of this room really is quite exquisite, never noticed it before this, no other reason, nope.

SHE WAS TRYING TO TALK, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO INTERRUPT WITH “MAIN BHI”, JUST TO SAY "PEHLE TUM" AGAIN? GOD ROHIT. YOU’RE SUCH A DUMBASS.

lmao toss kar lete hain. haan chalo bhai, yeh bhi kar lete hain.

the hope in his eyes as he does the toss.

LMAO WHERE THE COIN DISAPPEAR TO??????/

toh yeh ‘ladies first’ funda pehle bhi toh apply kar sakta tha......

hein? what's this weird distracting music????

spit it outtttttttttt girl.

yaaaaaaas. lagi na dil ko? lagi na????? good. thoda sa tadap.

"humein breakup kar lena chahiye."

shit. his face. it's mostly placid but he's fucking devastated. FUCK HOW IS HE DOING THIS WITH HIS FACE????

"kuch bologe nahi?"

oh crap, my heart. it hurtssssssss.

seeing his reaction, she’s unsure if she did the right thing.

lol yeah i don't think he's going to wanna say his thing now, sona.

uh huh sure, breakup waali cheez is what you wanted to talk about too. that's why you look like someone reached into your chest and tore your stupid heart out and stomped on it repeatedly.

“it was nice dating you.”

pls, not even one orgasm out of this whole thing. khaak nice???? all the shit parts of a relationship and none of the fun, that’s what you two had.

you guys, yeh nakli waala breakup hai. itnaaaaa bhi kyun dil pe le rahe ho??

oh boy, do pal has also started playing. kuch zyaada hi srsly le liya tum logon ne.

nakli breakup se yeh haal ho rakha hai, jab raima naam ki bomb aa dhamkegi, tab kya hoga tum logon ka???

ooooooooh yesssssss deepa chachi, read him for filth!!!!!

"sudhar jao warna...."

ohhhhhhhhhhh look who believes in the sanctity of marriage and family now!!!!!

this is a deepa chachi fan blog from now on.

omg chutku's here. yessssss, ab aayega mazza.

i relate with ajit's bhaaaaaaaari frustration with his dumbass older brother. rohit, why are you like this?????

lmao ajit's finally lost the last fuck he gives. time to scare the shit outta bhai with hypotheticals.

looooooooooooool.

aksdjhsakjfhdkfjdsh the look at the tummy hahahahaha

ajit is on a rolllllllll. ainvayi mein thoda banda marketing mein hai, creativity uski rag-rag mein hai!

“mama????” aflkjglkdjglkfdjglkjflgkjfglk

ACHCHA DOCTOR SURGEON THA. BECHAARA. AKELE HI MARR GAYA. lmaooooooooooo.

iski shakal dekho, jaise abhi se maut aayi hui hai.

"aap jo yeh kar rahe ho, woh hai nonsense!"

CHUTKUUUUUUU TOH CHAAAAA GAYA AAAJ. I LOVE HIM THE MOSTTTTTTTT. 

APNI KHUD KI BEWAKOOFI KE LIYE MERE CHUTKU PE KYUN CHADH RAHA HAI, HEIN???????? BEGHAIRAT INSAAN.

coin dikhaaaaaaaaaaaa! coin dikha!!!!!!

ASJDKSAKJHDSAKDHASK ROHIT. YOU FUCKING ADORABLE IDIOT.

oh god. ohhhhhhh shit. this auntyji is bad news.

pooja is me having to meet with random rishtedaar.

abbe oh, abhi tak boyfriend banne bhi nahi ho aur abhi se "kis se baat kar rahi hai??"

you're lucky you're cute rohit, coz you're kind of an overbearing shit.

"toss main jeeta tha."

this fucking idiot, my god.

LOL EXPLANATION BHI DE RAHA HAI ABOUT THE WHOLE THING, KI FUR KI CARPET THI ISS LIYE AWAAZ NAHI AAYI, ETC. KYA BANDA HAI YEH, KASAM SE?!? 

lmaooooo a tiny break to exhort ravi and shankar to do apna apna kaam.

"pata nahi kaisi feelings hain, par bohut achchi hain."

she was a goner the sec he touched her elbow, but my god, the hope shining in her eyes.

lmaoooooooo.

"i like it. tumhare saath bohut comfortable hoon."

dude, she's a woman, not a nice, sensible pair of work shoes. maybe be a tad bit more romantic?!?

"tum meri...... DOST HO."

ajkflksdfldkjlsfdsj ROHIT SAU JOOTEIN NA MAAROON MAIN TUMHEIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!?!?!

ravi bhaiyya is a wholeass mood.

the hope dimmed a bit, but she's still willing to see where this word vomit is going.

"not woh waala best friend ki chill kartein hain, movie dekhte hain... best se better friend. special friend."

ROHIT. JFC. YOU A GROWNASS FUCKING MAN, DUDE. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??????

good on sona for standing firm on her decision and not falling for.... whatever the fuck this was, lol. if she has to change her mind, his confession has to be waaaaaaaaay more poignant than this.

his face change at the mention of raima.

yessssssssssss. dr. sippy is getting into his hyper element. ab aayegi dil ki baat zubaan pe. this calm, suljha hua front wasn't working anyway.

oh boy, not starting off strong by gin-gin ke doing insult of her profession.

"main kitna lucky hoon ki mujhe itni thoughtful... affectionate...."

haan ab sahi track pe aaye ho. the hope is back in her eyes.

".... FRIEND mil gayi."

RE SATYAAAAAAAAAAAAANAAAAAAAAAAASH.

'bc, iss friendship day pravachan ke liye beech sadak mein rok rakha hai? bada hi chutiya banda hai yeh.’

lol ravi bhaiyya is getting mad. shankar toh is like kya faltoo aadmi hai, chalo tire badalte hain so i can take sonakshi madam away from him asap.

"sona, kab tum meri life ka itna important hissa ban gayi mujhe pata hi nahi chala. dost se zyaada special. dost se zyaada, bohut zyaada."

OMFG ROHIT SPIT IT THE FUCK OUT.

"dost se zyaada, matlab?"

"matlab tum kitna bolti ho??!?!?" aslkdjdslkfjflkdsj dumbass, this is not the way to get the girl, by berating her!!!!

"mera flow toot jaata hai, main kitna prepare karke aaya hoon!" awwww le, idiot.

"ab main yeh naatak nahi karna chahta. tumhari bohut khaas jagaah hai mere dil mein."

finally. fucking finallllllllly.

lol at him doing inventory of his own faults, to warn her about what she's getting into.

"not like-like... like. just... like. y'know?"

no. we don't know. spit it the fuckkkkk out you dumbass.

"main tumhe like-like nahi karti?"

FUCK SHE TURNED THE TABLES ON HIM, ITNI DER SE YEH BEWAKOOF BADD-BADD KIYE JAA RAHA THA AND SHE JUST SMOOTHLY TOOK OVER AND MADE IT ABOUT HER. WE STAN A SELF-ASSURED, ASSERTIVE, CONFIDENT QUEEN.

WHAT IS THIS TERRIBLE MUSIC????????? IT’S LEGIT KILLING THE MOOD.

KISS HER KISS HER KISS HER JUST KISS HER ALREADY KISSSSSSSS THE GIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL GODDAMNIT!!!!!!!

OMGGGGGGGGGGG NO PRECAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP WHY MUST YOU TORTURE US SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#kahaan hum kahaan tum #khkt lbs #episode liveblogs

[casimania]

I wanted to say a couple of things about an AU Dan/Lucifer/Chloe scenario but jfc I ended up writing an entire fic outline... soooo uh here’s 1700 words of OT3 talk whoops

Dan finds himself becoming friendlier with Lucifer and they start spending time together off work. The friendship is not immediate. Maybe it starts with Dan having too many drinks and crashing at the penthouse and in the morning they're both sober but still chill and they talk (Lucifer probably drank and snorted things way too much too and is not back at 100% yet so they have a momentarily truce) Dan can't remember the last time he actually had fun talking with someone like this outside of work and Lucifer finds himself sending him off without any snarky remark. But they're still frenemies with emphasis on the enemies so they act as usual at work. But maybe a couple of days later in a moment of boredom they pick up again what they were talking about that morning and just keep talking. Here and there. And it's not bad. And then Lucifer maybe talks about human things with Linda and something is still bugging him, so he shows up at Dan's place with food and drinks and questions. And they're super weird questions, but Dan is trying to be less of a Douche and Lucifer isn't that bad most of the times and who know what the hell he went through that made him like that. Being a little more understanding couldn’t hurt, right? So he's just like "lay it on me" and he spends the evening answering the randomest questions. And they move from that to again just talking and then it's late and they're stalling because Dan doesn't really want to be alone and Lucifer could technically go have fun at Lux, but he doesn't have to show up tonight and he was actually having fun with Dan too, unexpectedly. And hey, they both love action movies and Dan has action movies ready to be watched. It's easy to just slide on the couch and put one on and then they're running commentary and laughing. Maybe one time Lucifer is feeling antsy and shows up at Dan's place and Trixie's there and she's sooo happy and well, it's not like he hasn't been at Chloe's place with Trixie there, it's still the same sticky urchin. So he stays. And again... it's not bad. Not bad at all. And then people notice the difference in their relationship at work. They're still sniping at each other and Lucifer comes out on top usually and Dan goes off somewhere grumbling but it's... Sort of mellower? And now Dan leaves a cup in the fridge with Lucifer's name but Lucifer keeps taking the one with Dan's name anyway but when he raids the fridge cause he's got the munchies or something he always leaves one single cup for Dan ('What? He gets cranky when he doesn't have his midday snack. Do you want to deal with a cranky Douche? Brrr.'). Chloe is sure she's seem them playing phone games together during a break. Or snickering over a text. And they've suddenly got inside jokes or something like she and Dan did or like she and Lucifer now have.

BUT ALSO Dan is kind of on even ground with Chloe again. When not actively trying to salvage a doomed relationship they manage to build up a better one. Dan is still trying to be a better person and dad and friend and making amends- Chloe feels the difference. It's lighter being with Dan now. She finally feels like he gets her, and when he doesn't he makes a real effort. They hang out even when it's not their together time with Trixie too, without expectations. They just do stuff they enjoy together. And also he's finally not having that weird tiff with Lucifer anymore so once in a while when they're both at her place with Trixie they invite him over. And he still acts weird and says the weirdest things and he makes Trixie laugh and then Chloe and Dan are laughing too and they don’t mind at all. They probably end up hanging out together. Them and Ella, Linda, Maze and then Amenadiel shows up and they pull him cause why not. And Chloe realizes how much she’d missed Dan.

And Lucifer and Chloe have their own relationship building up like in canon too, with all the highs and lows. And suddenly Dan finds himself playing wingman to both of them. Because they're his friend and it’s painful to watch. Chloe knows he's hanging out a lot with Lucifer and Lucifer knows Chloe and him are divorced but they're friends again so they're asking advice. And after a while Dan sort of wants to rip his own hair out becuase he's feeling jealous again but he doesn't really know of which one. It's a more general painful tug whenever he sees them. And he figures it out a little feels selfish and greedy and pulls back from them the closer to admitting their feelings and working things out the romantic way they are. Because he's being weird and doesn't want to ruin things for them because he feels lonely sometimes. And they're worried they've done something to hurt him. They also realize they both miss him so so much. And it's strange, because they're not just missing the times they used to spend apart with him. When they're together and they feel a Dan shaped hole between them. And so they talk to him. Except Dan lies and probably says some bullshit about the dregs of some old jealousy rearing up and maybe worrying about their friendships changing made him retreat because he didn't want to be a dick, but accidentally hurt them anyway and he's sorry. And they don't quite know how to talk about their feelings either so they just go with it for the moment.

They tentatively try to slide back in their routine. But things are different. Now Lucifer and Chloe are spending time together as a couple and... Yep. They're still missing Dan, even now that he’s back at being buddy buddy with both. They end up inviting him while they're together with Trixie the way Dan and Chloe did. (And still do, because even if by now Trixie has accepted they're separated and Chloe is seeing Lucifer they still like those time together and she does too). Except now Lucifer is not really just a friend to be invited over cause sometimes he slept at her palce and so he's already there and it feels just right that he remains. And Dan doesn't really get why they'd invite him over when they're having mom/daughter/step-devil time together but he loves it even if it hurts a bit so he doesn’t say anything. But they still all have that nagging feeling and Linda is probably trying to help Lucifer work through it (he's probably having a hard time enough with the idea he's got feelings for Chloe and she reciprocates. Whatever he's feeling for Dan and the idea it might be mutual do not compute) and Chloe is probably talking with Ella too because she has a slightly better grasp on her feelings and just needs an uninvolved friend to talk with (like is she wanting too much and projecting her feelings on Dan and Lucifer?). Dan probably ends up drunkenly crying into a glass with Maze about it (after they've kicked someone's ass because they were causing a disturbance because meeting with her always means bruises and cuts but they like it). He doesn't quite rember if she was helfpul in the morning but she's giving him a frightening grin the next few days whenever they're in sight of Chloe and Lucifer and he swears to never get drunk again.

Even with all the talking and planning it probably all comes crashing down one single evening they're together with Trixie. They’re sitting at the table and they're talking and not paying attention and it takes a moment but they notice Lucifer and Chloe have both grasped Dan's hands and no one questioned it for those first few seconds. They awkwardly break it off but everyone's hands are left itching and Dan almost sits on his hands. Lucifer and Chloe end up holding hands and if Dan hadn't put his under the table they know they'd absentmindedly try to grab at him again. When they're done eating Dan shoots up and starts gabbing plates and Chloe puts a hand on his arm like "chill I'll help you" and she squeezes her hand once and then it moves on her own when it comes up and slides down a little and it feels so much like a caress and Lucifer can feel the shiver that runs through Dan from across the table. And he’s tempted to do run a hand down his back to see if he does it again and Chloe is probably is having the same idea. The final nail in the coffin is probably Lucifer saying he gotta check on Lux and kisses Chloe on his way out and turns around to say goodbye to Dan too but he’s not thinking and he just stamps a kiss on his lips too. And Dan closes his eyes and leans in. Probably realizes what's he's doing and pulls away and looks at them like he thinks they're both about to kill him. Lucifer closes the door and says Lux can wait and Trixie is in bed so Chloe says it's maybe time they have a tal.

Bonus Lucifer freaking out when he starts getting friendly with Dan. And Lucifer freaking out while his relationship with Chloe progresses. And both Chloe and Dan helping him in both situations with the other. And also Dan and Chloe having a crisis and adjusting to frienship and feelings coming back and they stomp them down because they think they’re just being irrational and don’t want to ruin everything. And Dan has a crisis over Lucifer because oh fuck he was a dick to him because he was jealous over Chloe and now he’s pulled his head out of his ass and they get along and then his stupid ass is having feelings for him too. But he’s making those damn big puppy eyes at Chloe and Chloe is sort of orbiting towards him... tentatively, he reminds himself, because her last relationship was with him and he hurt her so fucking much. So he keeps his clumsy hands away before he finds a way to ruin things for everyone again. And then Lucifer freaks out yet another time because of his new feelings for Dan but he’s still wrangling with the ones he has for Chloe. And depending on when you put this happening exactly in the show there’s potential for more and different drama yay.

#Lucifer #Lucifer on Netflix #Lucifer (TV) #Lucifer Morningstar #Chloe Decker #Dan Espinoza #I don't even write this much when I write fics #it just got to me and then i word vomited #Honestly? I love imagining different scenarios where they all get together. #It's fun #long post #rip mobile users if tumblr eats my read more #OT3: The Devil The Miracle and The Douche