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six-of-cringe · 6 months

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So the "Jesper is Wylan's sugar baby" jokes don't bother me TOO badly, but they irk me slightly because they're pretty much based on the fact that no one knows what an allowance is beyond the context of "spending money a parent gives to their child". An allowance in business is an amount of money given to someone for a specific business-related expense, so the "allowance" mentioned at the end of CK is just the amount of money they budgeted to put into the stock market, which Jesper is in charge of. Because you know, he's smart and also Wylan's business partner, not his incompetent pet. Ok maybe the jokes bother me some

#like i get the wording is confusing considering the more widely known context of allowance but.#put some respect on his name damn #also not helpful that we know very little of jesper and wylan's business/life setup bc there was other shit to cover in the last chapter ig #sorry folks if u wanted to know what they get up to with that big old business u'll just have to come back when they're the main characters #i for one still believe they spend their time funding education and pissing off the merchant council by being decent and eccentric #at least their house is canonically a disaster of science and crafts and art. NEURODIVERGENT BLAST!!!!#anyway respect jesper's autonomy or die by my blade #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #six of crows #soc #tgt #soc fandom #soc meta #kinda? whatever #that's just my tag for when i'm not just dicking around

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hardlypartying · 3 months

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“We could do that you know?” There’s a thread of light breaking the horizon, the dark sky beginning to change. “Get married if everything else fails.”

“Sorry can’t do that,” Kiara clicks her tongue, “already made one.”

“You made a marriage pact without me?” Rafe leans back to stare at her in offense, his mouth hanging open a little. “With who?”

Read chapter 16 here

Listen to the playlist I can’t shut up about

#krcg #krcg social media au #partyhardy writes #kiara carrera x rafe cameron #riara #obx #we’re getting there folks!!#hardest chapter to write bc what do you mean it’s can’t just be vibes and banter???#they have to open up??#the last of the emotional chapters are over (for now)#yall already know the formula so you can imagine what’s to come #next chapter is just pure fun #and I cannot wait to get back to smut 🙏#rafe cameron fanfiction #rafekie

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muffinlance · 1 year

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After reading the tags on your latest post I was wondering if it would be possible for you to make a brief overview of the iffy tropes/details your sensitivity reader helped you pick up on? Of course it wouldn't replace doing research ourselves, but I'd love to hear about it regardless!

Have not run it by them yet because it is in no fit state for human consumption at this point; the tropes are just from reading their blog + others on Tumblr + general Internet research including the excellent "blind people walk you through normal activities from their perspective" videos on YouTube. But off the top of my head:

Face touching. Where the blind person gropes someone's face to see? Sighted people made that up. I rewrote a chapter in Towards the Sun when I realized that one. Which makes sense, because why would a blind person be any more inclined to run their hands all up in your facial juices. Eww.

Negating blindness with magic and pretty much ignoring the blindness henceforth. Which is why Zuko isn't going to learn to see with firebending. There are very interesting discussions on how Toph herself fits and doesn't fit into this trope; finding them is left as an exercise for the reader.

Token blind character, AKA only having one blind person in the narrative who represents All Blind People. Going to have a few blind NPCs running around, with various levels of sight and accommodations, to thoroughly negate this one.

Being Depressed and/or Overly Inspirational about the blindness. AKA character devotes a large chunk of the story to bemoaning their blindness, with bonus inspirational "overcoming" at the end. Think about how it would feel if the majority of characters like you spent vast word counts hating the thing that makes them like you. And then solving it, in a way you can't, so they don't have to have the tragic fate of Being Like You. ...So Zuko is not getting cured, and he's also not wasting much time wallowing in an angst puddle.

Etc.

Basically, I want this to be a story that low vision folks can read and go "that was fun and less offensive than 70% of actual media representations", and sighted people can go "that was fun and hopefully I internalized some positive things that will make me less likely to grab a blind person's arm and forcibly Help Them Cross The Road, Try To Pet Their Dog (and Get Huffy When Asked to Please Not), or Call People Out On Not Being Blind Because They Don't Fit The Stereotypes".

#I am never going to claim to be an expert on this topic #but I'm pretty sure I can do it better than 70% of writers actually getting paid to write a blind character #which says less about my research skills and more about how media favors sighted-friendly interpretations of blindness #worst story I've come across is the blind actor who didn't get a role playing a blind person #because they came off as too competent at navigating the set #surely no sighted person would believe that this actor was actually blind!#...yep #avatar the last airbender #atla #blind Zuko #no specification necessary Toph #actual low vision folks please feel free to correct anything in this post #or my stories in general #it was reader feedback that got me to fix that Towards the Sun chapter #and it is a far better chapter for it

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drrav3nb · 20 days

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Marriage by Combat: Chapter Two

“If I told you that your offer was something I still wanted, would that interest you, in spite of today's events?” There was a vulnerability in her eyes that he had not seen before, her azure gaze full of desperation and guilt. But as the Prince brought his finger to her lips and traced the curve of her mouth slowly, such feelings were replaced with a craving hunger, a hidden want rising to the surface. “Address me as your betrothed and see for yourself.” His request evoked an enticing delight, the knowledge of such power being bestowed upon a single word intriguing Brienne, even more so because it was to be uttered from her own lips, her mouth more potent than the spells used in the old city of Valaria. So, eager to see the results of such verbalism, she drank him in and uttered it slowly. “ Oberyn …” | Synopsis: After promising to aid in the fight against the Golden Company, Prince Oberyn is surprised to find out that his betrothed as become rather hesitant towards their union, but her reasons for such indifference are more demure than they seem.

Read the fic here/Chapter One can be read here

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ineffable-doll · 5 months

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"It’s Not Too Bad When You Get Used to It" by IneffableDoll

T, 8 chapters

CHAPTER 1: 3.3k

Following Armageddon’s failure, Aziraphale and Crowley perform the bodyswap, prepared to be captured by Heaven and Hell. But after both factions fail to show up the next day, the angel and demon must pretend to be the other for much longer than anticipated… Hilarity ensues, feelings are felt, and no one anticipated so much breakfast being involved. But that’s ineffability for you. * Prewritten; will update every three days until completion. Come back on December 29th to binge!

A silly romp of Aziraphale and Crowley poorly playacting as each other, with fluff and feels because I can't help myself. Queerplatonic, aroace, lots of banter and humor! Book vibes and characterization with season one canon.

#gotta be honest i really love this fic #it has been SO fun to write and I really hope folks will enjoy it #i also hope the bodyswap part wont be too confusing as you try to visualize it while reading cuz I struggled sometimes lol #anyway! off i go to do some final edits on the last few chapters! wahoo!#good omens #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #asexual #aromantic #queer #queerplatonic #bonus fun fact for ya if you're still reading these tags for some reason #i didn't actually intend for them to be aro in this one #but they gradually became just SO aro as I wrote that by the end #my intention to do a whole love confession first kiss thing didn't feel right at all #which isn't to say that they don't love each other or the ending isn't soft as Somewhere #cuz they do. and it is.#but yeah accidental aromanticism! we love to see it

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s1ck-pupp3t · 8 months

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I LOVE MY WIFE Swatch Deltarune

HELLO TUMBLR. IT,S ME. MR SPAMTON PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.

I RETURN ONCE MORE FOR MY BI-MONTHLY FUCKING AROUND WITH NO CLUE AS TO WHAT IM DOING AND TODAY ID LIKE TO ANNOUNCE THAT I LOVE MY FUCKING WIFE, Swatch Deltarune.

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. I WANNA GIVE THEM A BIG FAT KISS STRAIGHT ON THE Beak. WITH MY LIPS THAT I HAVE ON MY FACE (DONT FACT CHECK THAT)

HERE IS A VISUAL REPRESENTATION OF ME GIVING MY WIFE, Swatch Deltarune, A FAT WET KISS ON THE Beak. WITH MY LIPS. THAT I HAVE!!!! ON MY FACE!!! (DONT FACT CHECK THAT!!! THEY WILL LIE TO YOU!!!! I WOULD NEVER LIE.) THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME. GOD BLESS AMERICA!!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

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thedemonscrawler · 6 months

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hhhhh guys guys guys im just

like I can't believe that I'm finally at this part of Permission Slip?

We are officially into the final arc, where things don't stop rolling until the end, and I haven't been this excited about what I was going to write since chapters 11 and 12. That doesn't mean that it's all gonna be easy, I can already see some places where I'll probably get hung up for a bit because I'm writing someone other than the Daycare Attendant

but these chapters have been sitting here as 'okay you don't need them yet' for so long but now! it's time!

...I have got to start back doing covers also

#aaaaaa #like i understand folks have different hyperfixation cycles but man #the folks who only lasted a year are gonna miss out #i dont wanna say these chapters might end up being shorter cos every time i say that they end up being just as long #but so what if they're shorter #it just means they'll come out sooner

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not-poignant · 6 months

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On a very rare occasion, a patron leaves Patreon because they 'thought chapters would be there earlier than they'd be released' and currently there are like... ten chapters there not currently released all under the early access tag and even if they hadn't found them by scrolling, they...could have just messaged me...and I could have linked them to every one.

Like, some things are really solvable folks! I would love to help match you up with the early access chapters for Underline the Blue, Underline the Red, Underline the Gold, and The Nascent Diplomat, (and Constellations if you happen to be in that tier too). You can DM me, you can email me, you can leave a comment, you can scroll three posts down, you can look at a Round-Up post and see all the links to the Patreon content released that month, you can scroll the tag, I try and give people like... 5+ ways to find what they need to find.

Thankfully this happens like once or twice a year at most, but I post links to the early access chapters even here, for people who can't be bothered going to Patreon and scrolling. I update those links every chapter update for a fair bit of my original writing.

It would make my day to solve problems like this if folks would just talk to me, because I love coming up with literally 8 ways of getting folks to what they need to get to, lol. So a person being like 'thought there'd be early chapters' missing the fact that there's more early chapters on Patreon right now than literally ever before, is like...

You really just can't make everyone happy, but give me a chance, because if it was just a navigation thing, I love helping people connect with the thing they want to connect to :D

#housekeeping #pia on patreon #some chapters are literally up 4 or 5 months early right now x.x #it's an abundance of early access #it's amazing to think last year it was literally only one early access chapter a month lol #anyway grateful to all the folks who support me via Patreon and Ream #folks cancelling is normal and part of life #but some things are really easy to problem solve #like send me an anon if you're too shy and i can solve it sdlakfjas

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dangans-ur-ronpas · 17 days

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Chapter 17

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

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

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

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

the king of kings!! @digitaldollsworld

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Byakuya has had enough.

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

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

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#thpff #thpff chapters #danganronpa fanfiction #byakuya togami #byakuya mentally filing for a second naegami divorce #sorry this one took so long.....my frontal lobe. it is soup #combination filing taxes + applying for classes + applying for jobs + etc etc. it'll do it to ya #going to really really really try to get 18 up by sunday but if its delayed do u prommy not to be too mad at me. do you. pls pls pls #i jest tho. thank u to everyone who has been reading thus far i hope you continue to enjoy it or move on to other things #just knowing you were here even if just for a moment even if for the whole ride is enough for me #i hope this chapter is legible i cranked out the last half of it at 2 am on a half bottle of soju #also had to mentally go over everything twice bc ive been listening to His Dark Materials audiobooks and my writing was turning british #byakuya frothing furious angry defeated at the stand while kyoko is just. o<-< are we done yet. can we please talk about the murder #theyre both toxic here and making everyone bear witness to it #alright folks lets take bets now on who you think the killer is!!!

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emilianadarling · 2 years

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Title: only as strong as the warrior next to you Chapter: 7/10 - Chapter 7: Proving Capability Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy, The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa/Han Solo Characters: Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Grogu | Baby Yoda, Leia Organa

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe (Canon Divergence, Dark Luke, Imperial, Royal), Sith Luke and Leia, Unreliable Narrator, Forced Captivity, Power Imbalance, Dubious Consent, Possessive/Obsessive Behavior, Sharing a Bed, Manipulation, Domestic Theater, Slow Burn, Dark Romance, Touch Starved, Marking, Nightmares, Implied/Referenced Dark Content, PTSD, Depictions of Fascism, Mind Control/Mind Manipulation, Space Opera, Din Djarin Doesn't Know He's In Star Wars. Series: Part 2 of the ignorant and the weak, @dinlukeweek blood and bone Summary: With an indolent air, Luke rests his elbows on the railing, leaning forward to better take in the action. Below the Mandalorian is already in motion, beskar a glinting contrast to black walls and floors. Luke’s eyes trail him as he moves, bitter and glutenous. Watching as Din takes stock of the concrete half-walls, helmet tilting upward to survey the turrets above. Exploring terrain before the simulation is initiated, his professionalism unaffected by the tension that still lingers beneath armor.

Compartmentalization is a skill Luke learned involuntarily; a way to cope with the horror that was once his daily existence. Din, by contrast, embodies the very practice of it. That rigid separation between self and other.

The Mandalorian’s inner world is so vast, Luke could get lost in it.

Imperial High Prince Skywalker has taken himself a bodyguard.

The Mandalorian, and the rest of the galaxy, don’t know what’s coming for them.

#star wars #dinluke #skydalorian #dark luke skywalker #sith luke skywalker #imperial luke skywalker #luke skywalker #din djarin #darkfic #always read the tags #I AM SO HERE FOR POSTING THIS YES THANK GAWD #last update before wedding folks!!!!!!#asdhjkaskdjhaskdjhasjkdh it's 13k+ holy moly #longest chapter since ch 1 I think #thanks so much to everyone who is reading and cheering this on!#carogolden #only as strong as the warrior next to you #blood and bone

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saintchaser · 1 year

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regulus black — the little prince.

he'd always be bound to royalty. the noble and most ancient house of black, a family of aristocracy and something that wasn't greed for power, but pride in the family name, pride in the concept of what the family had to uphold.

regulus black — of the leo constellation.

he'd always be bound to sirius, in a way or another. regulus was leo's, while leo was sirius'. the lion, a symbol of bravery that sirius wore with pride, and regulus wore it like a chain around his neck, tucked under his shirt, cold against his skin, a reminder that it's there, whether he can see it or not.

regulus black — toujour pur.

toujours pur was what they lived by. toujours pur, and ne jamais tomber amoureux; love doesn't exist, only upholding the name does. they'd never do anything out of love. if they would decide to marry someone, they'd be chained forever, loveless and alone, despite having someone to fall asleep next to.

regulus black — the coldest star.

#regulus black one more folks #for everyone (including people who've read the last chapter of ibypf) you know that he's angsty as FUCK #i love him so so much he's my poor little meow meow he's a madman he's a dick /pos /aff #regulus black #regulus black angst #my writing

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maranull · 11 months

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Hellish Rebuke doesn't require a spell slot (if I'm reading it right). Therefore it is not a spell. Therefore Doric can use it even when she's under magic nullifying effects.

Please believe me, I have no idea how to continue this fic otherwise. :P

#doric the druid #fic update #not like 99% of the folks following me care about dndhat #but eh #i write for me #and i NEED to write doric #silver and gold will update normally (probably in like a month or two as it was common before the last three chapters)

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