#ch. 28

[daily-chilchuck]

[niobefurens]

The most qualified.

«"I don’t need to tell you what lingchi is, do I? It’s when the flesh on someone’s body is piece by piece sliced off with a saber or a sword for three thousand and six hundred times, until all of the flesh is gone and there’s only a skeleton left...” Of course, it was impossible for Wei WuXian not to know what lingchi was. If somebody wanted a book called A Thousand Ways to Die Agonizing Deaths, he’d have been the person who was most qualified to write it. He raised a hand, “I understand."» MDZS EXRT CH. 28.

[blconnoisseur]

LITTLE YEARNER

And he’s uniform’s 86 because they met on August 6th??? OMLLL

[ambrossart]

[boxofcondoms]

[chinchintatap]

the amount of times people catch bayonets and other sharp utensils with their bare hands in this manga, it's a surprise most of them have all their fingers still... also Angrymoto strikes again 🫶

[shig-a-shig-ah]

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT ━ CABIN FEVER

» pairing: shigaraki tomura x fem!reader » story summary: working  as a waitress in a villain bar means you meet all sorts of shady   people. But when a random encounter piques your interest in a nameless   stranger, a casual hookup turns into more than you bargained for. » chapter word count: 4.6k » chapter warnings: none. » read the full chapter on ao3

[ Excerpt ]

By the third day in your apartment, the League is getting restless.

It's not a slow creep, either. You wake to a noticeably different mood than the night before, barely managing to pour yourself the last two inches of stale coffee before being cornered by Mister Compress, who apparently 'cannot live in sullied garments any longer.' He proceeds to interrogate you about the options on your washing machine, but you only catch snippets of his concerns about delicate cycles and expensive broadcloth over the sound of Jin and Dabi bickering on the other side of the room. Dabi is looking surlier than usual, complaining about being up all night listening to Jin snoring when he should be out recruiting. Jin only snaps irritably, "I don't snore! So what if I do! Try sleeping next to someone who's a thousand degrees!"

If you hadn't spent all night once again huddled at the edge of your bed with an unconscious and stiflingly warm Toga trying to curl up against you, you might have some sympathy for the close quarters. As it stands, you mostly feel like you are the only one who has any right to complain.

Not that you do. You only move to start another pot of coffee and then sigh when you find nothing but a sad smattering of grounds left in the canister.

Tomura is, predictably, no help with the mood. After your conversation about his macabre 'family'—a revelation that still leaves you shuddering and sympathetic in equal measure—he'd passed out in your bed, and then barely said a word to anyone after finally rising late last night. You have, however, noticed a definite shift in the way he's looking at you now. Or rather, you've noticed that he's no longer avoiding looking at you. The pointed evasion that had marked the first couple days of his stay has been replaced by repeated sideways glances and subtle, thoughtful frowns, like you're a problem he's trying to solve.

And maybe you are. Things had been murky between the two of you before, but after finally reaching out to touch him yesterday, it feels even more complicated—like there's a dozen questions to think through now instead of just the straightforward one of whether this is the end for you two.

As you sip your burnt coffee, you can't help but think that Tomura has the right strategy for dealing with the combined stress of your uncertain relationship and the League's pent-up energy: the moment everyone else has risen and your room is empty, he slinks off back to bed. 

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Tangled in Red Ch. 28

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Hospitals can be a place for heart-to-hearts too.

~100 word excerpt below

He didn’t say a single word to Sova. His thoughts were preoccupied with if Ciel and Seb were ok. While Ciel was a good fighter, he was old, and he looked winded the last he saw the man. Sova would be fine, though he caught a glance of something deep under the wraps of his stoicism after he had tried to start something again. Maybe that was why he rushed Sova out of that dinky motel and back into the car where he drove over the speed limit to get to the hospital. It gave him less of a chance to tempt him to something else.