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[evanroseier]

Tagging; @miss-gretac​

The attack on St.Mungos was supposed to be a new beginning of sorts for Evan. It was supposed to be the mission he went all in for, following Freya’s advice and proving that once and for all to himself that he could find a place within the death eaters. At first, that was exactly what it’d been, he’d been following orders, even briefly taking command of the chaos instead of following his sister's lead. It was good, he felt good about it, but then he’d parted ways with her and it slowly started sliding in the wrong direction just like it always did with him. Evan was all mixed up with how he felt, he regretted what he’d done, but then again he didn’t. He didn’t want to hurt Mary, especially with her connection to Emmeline, but he desperately wished he’d wanted to. That he could have been the type to not have a care about who she was, that her being an Order member, or Muggleborn was enough to throw the killing curse her way when she’d not known he was there, but he wasn’t.

While the other death eaters were reveling in their victory and the Order along with civilians were picking up the pieces in the aftermath, Evan decided to do something that had become quite common for him. He disappeared, avoiding everyone that cared for him and dealing with the conflicting emotions himself. Normally, he’d have done a tour of the seedy London pub scene, but with how many people had run into him last time he was avoiding people he figured he’d need a new destination which lead him to be holed up in his childhood room. Freya and Lise knew he hated the place, they wouldn’t think he’d visit their father unless he had to, and the others who’d look for him, well they’d probably never want to step foot on the Rosier estate. It wasn’t the perfect place, it lacked some of his coping mechanisms, but there was plenty to drink, and if he craved the pain of a bar fight it couldn’t take too much to get Victor to throw a cruciatus curse. Merlin, he might even fucking do it for old time sake if he finds him lurking in the house, he didn’t exactly notify him that he was thereafter all the house was big enough to avoid each other.  

As good as a hiding place his childhood home proved to be the owls sent from a concerned Greta had always seemed to find him, though he left them all without a reply. At first, it’d been nice, but then the feelings that came to him by just a letter checking in on him brought a sinking realization. Evan had always known that Greta was too good for him, it was why he never told her of his feelings, why he never wanted her to see the bad in him despite him having so much of it. He never told her he was a death eater, in fact, he hid it from her. She’d been the reason he was friends with Emmeline, and so in a way why he’d fucked up so bad at the hospital. It wasn’t her fault at all, it was his flaws, but wanting to be worth Greta was in contradiction to being a good death eater. He had to let her go, he couldn’t be around her and not want to be the person she thought he was. It was time to write back to her, set up a time to see her, he’d had promised her a night out at a pub the last time he really talked to her, maybe he could invite her out for that. It’d be a fun goodbye, and certainly easier for him with alcohol around.

Evan leaned against the bar of a familiar pub, watching the whiskey of his third glass swirl from his nervous movements, only really lifting from it when he heard the creak of the door.  He didn’t want to miss when Greta had walked through it, though he was as close to the door as one could get so even if he’d missed her entrance it wouldn’t be hard for her to find him. When the fifth creak echoed through the semi-crowded bar, Evan looked over to see just the brunette he’d been waiting for. His heart skipped a beat and twisted in agony at the sight of her, he wasn’t ready for this to be the last time she entered a room happy to see him. “ Hey Greta,” He called walking towards her with a smile on his face, hiding any of his negative emotions from her. “ I almost thought you’d stood me up, even had a few of the patrons offering to buy me pity drinks.” He joked, both of them knowing she was exactly on time just like she practically always was. “ I’m just kidding, come on I have few seats saved for us right over here.” Evan motioned for her to follow him as he went back to where he was at the bar earlier, only this time actually sitting.

[fairyryearchive]

Saioumota Week Day #4: Secrets/Blood/Jealousy

What Makes a Liar (Secrets)

Kokichi Ouma has been skittish and acting strange ever since he awoke from the killing game, but things get worrying when Kaito and Shuichi notice an alarming amount of bruises on his body.

It started when Shuichi and Kaito both noticed that Kokichi was always the last one out of the changing room for gym.

Adapting to life outside of the killing game was challenging, but it seemed to hit everyone differently. For Kokichi, he seemed to retreat inward, easily more frightened and borderline shy in comparison to what Kaito and Shuichi knew in the killing games.

They thought it was just him having difficulty adapting to living a normal high school life.

That all changed, however, when Kaito and Shuichi snuck back into the boys changing room and saw Kokichi’s back covered in bruises.

Kaito immediately wanted to jump out from hiding, and confront Kokichi about the wounds, but Shuichi urged him against it. If one thing was certain about Kokichi, it was how he dug his heels at every given point when secrets came into question. Naturally, Kokichi wouldn’t dare talk about it unless he felt comfortable with it--and a gym locker room was about as least comfortable as you could get for such a conversation.

The school day passed, and Kaito and Shuichi made a beeline for each other before they hunted for Kokichi. 

They found him outside, a heavy book bag on his back and several textbooks in his arms. He looked down the road, as if he was waiting for someone.

Turning to each other and nodding, Shuichi and Kaito quickly made their way over to Kokichi.

“Hey, Kokichi!” Kaito called out, not missing the way Kokichi flinched before he turned to him.

“We’ve been looking for you,” Shuichi forced out a warm smile, but he hadn’t missed it either. “Are you on your way home?”

Kokichi paused, glancing over the two of them for a moment, before turning his attention back to the road. “I’m waiting for my father. He’s coming to pick me up.”

Kaito frowned. “Your dad? I didn’t know you had a dad.”

Koichi winced again, and shot a glare at Kaito. “Well, I had to be made somehow. He’s my father, so.”

The way Kokichi put emphasis on the term “father” sent a soft chill up Shuichi’s spine. It was forced, bitter and venomous, but in a way that sounded like Kokichi was trying to tone it back, trying to tame his own words.

“I think, what Kaito meant was... you never mentioned your, um, father.” 

“Nothing much to mention,” Kokichi spat. “He’s just some CEO of some company that makes and sells all kinds of stuff. Nothing much else to talk about, really.”

Shuichi was about to ask more questions, however, was interrupted by the sound of a car honk. The sound was loud and started both him and Kaito, immediately turning to look and see at the offending vehicle pull up beside them.

When they both glanced over to Kokichi, they saw an uneasy smile.

The man that stepped out of the car was tall, his hair slicked back and his facial hair trimmed in a balbo style. His hair was a dark plum color with the signs of old age turning a few strands grey. He wore a black vest over a white dress shirt, black dress pants, and shoes to match.

When Shuichi caught his eyes, he saw that they were a dark shade of brown, and despite the color itself being warm, he felt an icy chill hit his spine.

“Why, hello there,” the man started. “Kokichi, are these your friends? The ones you have been telling me about?”

Kokichi’s nod was curt and stiff.

“Kaito Momota and Shuichi Saihara, correct?” The man smiled as he extended out his hand. “My name is Kenshin Oshiro. I am Kokichi’s father. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

Kaito was the first one to react, hesitantly taking the man’s hand into his own and giving it a quick shake. “Yeah... Nice to meet you, too... but uh, I thought Kokichi’s last name was ‘Ouma.’ Not--”

“Ah, yes. Kokichi prefers his mother’s maiden name over mine, bless her resting soul.” As Shuichi stared at Kenshin’s smile, he realized that the warmed wasn’t reaching the man’s eyes. “I do not mind his preference. His legal name is Kokichi Oshiro, technically, but he’s more than welcome to use his mother’s maiden name.”

Kokichi shifted his weight and cleared his throat, keeping his head bowed and his line of sight away from Kenshin’s.

“Well, I hate to cut a conversation short,” Kenshin started, putting a hand on Kokichi’s shoulder. “But I have to get my boy home. We have a very important dinner party to attend tonight, so he needs to get ready before we set out.”

Shuichi turned his attention to Kokichi, who’s eyes were wide and his smile was strained. Before Shuichi could ask, however, Kokichi forced out a bright smile.

“Yeah! It’s a meeting with some of my father’s coworkers and investors. I’m gonna be his successor, so they want to meet me and see if I’m worthy of inheriting the business.”

“That’s right,” Kenshin laughed, a hollow and empty sound as he patted Kokichi’s head. Kokichi would flinch ever so slightly every time the hand made contact to his head. “But I’m sure as long as Kokichi is on his best behavior, everything will be fine. Now, now, get in the car, Kokichi. We have very little tie before the get together starts.”

Kaito and Shuichi never saw Kokichi move so fast to obey an order, hopping in the car’s back seat and quickly putting on the seat belt. Kenshin made his way over to the drivers side of the car.

“W-wait!” Kaito exclaimed, startling Shuichi in the process.

 Kenshin turned to face them, his smile lessening. “Hm?”

“Well, I know Kokichi’s got a big thing going on later today, but... is it okay if he hangs out with us tomorrow?”

With how unsure Kaito sounded, Shuichi immediately figured out his true motive. It wasn’t just him picking up on the red flags, and if what they assumed was true... “Yeah. We wanted to do a little study group today, but if he’s busy, can he come over my house tomorrow instead?”

Kenshin hummed, as if pondering, before he turned to Kokichi in the car. “Kokichi? Do you want to spend some time with your friends tomorrow?”

Kokichi’s eyes were wide, and his mouth was pressed into a tight line. After a few moments of contemplation, he gave a weak nod.

“Well, then that’s fine.” Kenshin smile grew in size, but never in sincerity. “As long as everything goes well tonight and you promise to be home before dinner time tomorrow, then I do not see an issue with that. Especially if it’s for studying as well. Kokichi is so very bright, isn’t he?” Kenshin gave a hearty laugh. “I admire how studious he is. His grades have skyrocketed to an all new high. What an amazing boy, isn’t he?”

Shuichi and Kaito hesitantly nodded in agreement, both visibly uncomfortable and unsure. Kenshin found his way back into his car, buckling his seat belt before driving away. Shuichi and Kaito didn’t even have enough time to process anything else, but they knew one thing.

Kokichi wasn’t going to keep his secrets for long. They were going to figure everything out tomorrow night.

[malusrecord]

Much like her coat Tabitha's boots are too big for her; both literally and metaphorically. Not only is it annoying finding shoes in her size that can also stand up to the nigh constant on her feet work she has to do they're also symbolic in regards to her 'inheritance'.

The harshness and violent toxicity of her mother; the eventual withdrawal of her immediate family, all of this and more is reflected in the pain of a once too many twisted ankle when her foot gets caught on something no matter how careful she is, shoestrings that should remain taut thanks to a double (sometimes triple) knot coming loose the moment she needs them to hold up, the visage and the weight of it all forcing Tabitha to be harsh and unyielding when deep down she wants to be soft and calm, gentle even, and so on.

Tabitha will always be awkward in those boots no matter what she does; no matter how she stands or cares for them they'll never fit her properly, much like the life (or lack of, call it a living death) that was left behind in her mother's wake that Tabitha was forced but also continues to voluntarily carry because goddammit something good has to come out of such a horrible, nightmarish mess even if it hurts over and over and over again. Not to mention the guilt brought on by her potentially leaving would be unbearable. Put on thicker socks to make things fit just a little better. Put up or shut up, that's what you do with inheritance.

[mighticsta]

jesse isn’t a big fan of touch, and generally avoids it at all costs. he grew up in a house where his father would often raise his voice and make his authority known, and while he never hurt his son, jesse still felt frightened on the not so good days. if he allows someone close to him, and if he allows someone to touch him, it means they’re fully trusted by jesse and that he’s comfortable enough in their presence to relax and not be on edge.

[chestkeys]

hell of a household

[mischiefmandate-a]

Koki is an idiot!

“... Ehe... Ehehehe... You... you won’t stop, will you?” He continued to laugh. It was strained, hollow sound. “What... what do you w-want me to do? Just say it, please, I’ll be good, I’ll do whatever you w-want, just--stop, please, stop...!”

He couldn’t breathe. His throat was closing in on itself and the pain from his memories burned even hotter. 

“Wh--what do you want from me? What? What is it? I’m--I’m not good enough? But I’m doing everything you want me to do, right? Why d-do you still hate me? Why? What did I do wrong now? I’m trying, I’m trying--”

He had so many questions. So many questions that were never spoken to the intended recipient. Or, maybe they had. Regardless, there were no answers. There never were any answer.

“Don’t--don’t make me take the medicine anymore. I’ll be good. No more therapy, please--I can’t. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t--”

Words fractured and nothing beyond that was coherent. 

[tempestspc-a]

She’s not going to say anything, but yeah, she’s been there.

[exposenseiarchive]

TWIN  VERSE.  written  in  conjunction  with  @quirkerased.  for  this  verse  only,  i’ll  be  writing  aizawa  shoichi --  a  character  completely  separate  from  shouta.  

below,  i’ll  go  over  the  differences  between  them!  i’m  absolutely  down  to  plot  with  shoichi  and  other  canon  characters  though. 

quirk  and  abilities. 

quirk:  it’s  called  scan  ---  the  ability  to  scan,  in  depth,  any  one  person’s  quirk,  weaknesses,  strengths,  and  skills  with  a  single  look.  emitter  type  quirk. 

limitations:   it  works  similar  to  erasure  in  the  sense  that  he  cannot  use  it  on  ore  than  one  person  at  a  time.  he  must  not  blink  or  it  will  be deactivated.  like  his  brother,  he  is  prone  to  dry  eye.  however,  his  hair  does  not  stand  up  when  he  uses  his  quirk.

physical  prowess:  before  i  begin,  let  me  reiterate  that  it  isn’t  what  it  once  was.  he  sustained an  injury  around  five  years  ago,  and  since  then,  he  hasn’t  been  able  to  train  like  he  used  to,  and  no  longer  works  as  a  hero.  however,  before  his  injury,  his  agility,  strength,  and  overall  stamina  was  equal  to --- arguably,  better  than;  he  was  distinctly  proficient  at  close  combat  ---  that  of  his  brother,  shouta’s.

his  relationship  with  shouta. 

to  begin  with,  they  were  practically  inseparable  growing  up,  as  they  shared  a  lot  of  core  similarities.  due  to  the  way  they  were  raised,  their  household  was  very  much  one  that  required  them  to  have  each  other’s  back,  at  all  times. 

prior  to  the  yuuei  entrance  exam,  they  trained  relentlessly  together  and  often  dreamed  of  becoming  a  team  once  they  went  pro. 

however,  when  the  exam  rolled  around,  shoichi  was  the  only  one  to  pass  it.  it  should  be  noted  however  that  he  barely  managed  to,  and  the  only  reason  he  did  is  because  he  got  in  on  a  rescue  point.  specifically,  a  rescue  point  made  by  saving  his  brother,  whose  quirk  was  ineffective  against  machinery.  although  shoichi  was  in  a  similar  position,  he  could  tell  some  weak  points  of  a  machine  and  was  able  to  stop  one  of  the  robots  from  completely  crushing  his  brother  by  disabling  the  part  of  it  that  was  the  threat.  he  did  get  injured  in  the  process,  but  not  seriously.  this  was  enough  to  get  him  a  spot. 

their  relationship  was  strained  after  that,  and  shouta  began  avoiding  him.  he  didn’t  take  it  personally,  mainly  because  he  knows  if  the  tables  were  turned,  he’d  feel  the  same  way.  they  train  separately,  but  unbeknownst  to  shoichi,  shouta  does  so  at  a  much  more  intense  pace.  

this  reveals  itself  when  they  go  head  to  head  at  the  sports  festival  and  shouta’s  physical  prowess  has  improved  so  much  that  between  that  and  him  erasing  shoichi’s  quirk,  he  was  no  match  for  him.  shoichi  puts  up  a  fight,  but  shouta  comes  out  on  top  and  after  that,  they’re  in  the  same  hero  course.  they  also  begin  working  together  again,  despite  the  rumors  that  they’ve  become  rivals  forever.  if  anything,  it’s  arguable  that  their  relationship  strengthens. 

for  most  of  their  adult  life,  they  work  as  underground  heroes,  a  dynamic  duo  that  frankly,  is  unstoppable  between  shouta’s  distance  abilities  (  the  capture  weapon,  erasure  )  and  shoichi’s  detection  and  close  combat  skills  --- unstoppable  that  is,  until  they  aren’t.  a  mission  goes  horribly  wrong,  and  shoichi  cuts  it  close  dangerously  with  death.  he  suffers  permanent  injuries,  and  from  then  on  out  walks  with  the  assistance  of  a  cane. 

they’ve  lived  together  since  they  were  eighteen  and  after  his  injury,  it  doesn’t  seem  especially likely  that  it’ll  change  anytime soon. 

they’re  both  trans,  and  they  selected  their  names  purposefully  to  be  that  close. 

personality  and  current  occupation.

currently,  shoichi  studies  medicine  on  a  part  time  basis  and  has  been  for  the  past  three  years.  he  works  as  a  type  of  consultant;  rather  than  outright  being  a  doctor  (  the  job  is  a  bit  more  demanding  than  he  can  handle  ),  he’s  able  to  assist  doctors  in  diagnosis  and  ability  to  pinpoint  the  exact  problem  with  a  patient.  he  also  is  sometimes  consulted  by  law  enforcement.  he  keeps  himself  busy,  but  his  hours  are  flexible. 

although  he  and  shouta  share  a   lot  of  similarities,  there  are  some  key  differences  in  them:  physically,  shoichi  is  much  less  outwardly  intimidating,  and  significantly  more  clean  cut.  he  often  wears  his  hair  up  and  he’s  generally  well groomed,  leaving  not  much  but  a  tad  scruff  on  his  chin.  he  also  has  lost  a  lot  of  weight  and  muscle  mass,  but  they  did  at  one  time  look  exactly  identical. 

he’s  bizarrely  chipper  in  comparison  to  his  brother,  and  has  a  light-hearted,  almost  playful  aura  about  him.  however,  he  isn’t  any  less  serious,  nor  is  he  less  morbid.  he’s  a  realistic,  calm,  analytic  sort  of  fellow  and  he  struggles  with  exhaustion  in  an  unfortunately  identical  manner  to  shouta;  he’s  just  someone  with  a  more  pleasant  demeanor.  he  also  is  pretty  fucking  terrifying  in  his  own  right.

emotionally  speaking,  he’s  more  in  touch  with  his  own  and  those  around  him  and  although  he’s  reserved  and  doesn’t  necessarily  show  /  speak  on  his  feelings  unless  it’s  deemed  necessary,  he  is  quite  honest  about  them. 

back  in  his  hero  days,  he  was  incredibly  impulsive,  and  at  times  over  confident.  frankly,  he  sometimes  wishes  he  had  the  composure  and  rationality  that  his  brother  carries. 

more  coming  eventually!  please  plot  with  me  in  this  verse.