Sep 8, 2025
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i was bored
happy (late) birthday to my dearly beloathed novelist. cant believe he made gay people real
ignore its like a month late
Happy Family! :3
[Part 2!]
nostalgia goes crazy chat. boom @kiruvry religious insanity upon ye.
Asami was familiar with the concept of divine luck. As far as she was concerned, she was its newest holder; for she had gone through hell and she had lived, so her life must be blessed with luck by her god, her savior. She must be an angel, a saint, sent to strike down the sinners so the world would be clean once more. Her cool, collected, demeanor burned away by the fires of hell, replaced with mania as she outstretched her arms.
A face, eyes no longer tight with snark and instead shot wide with terror, cradled in her palms. And she leaned in closer, closer, until her nose was inches from his. “Don’t you understand, Eijiro?” She spoke in a hymn, her wings itching to sprout from her back. “I am doing this for the good of the people!”
Hands trembling as they reached up to grab at hers, trying to pull them away from his face; grip tightening, nails piercing his skin through leather gloves. “I am God’s divine weapon! I am here to cleanse the world, so that the rest may go back to our father in heaven!”
Head turning, wide eyes meeting more panic. “Eisaku, Eisaku– surely you understand! Surely you, you… You must understand! Your father was blessed, too, after all!”
Creeping forward, discarding waste, grabbing his hands tight. Bruises left, but bruises heal. Leaning in closer, closer, as he backed further, further, into a wall. “You’re insane.” He tried to say, but it did not pierce her light.
Forehead pressing to his, breath heavy on his lips, as her spiraling red eyes searched his. “You understand.” She repeated. “You understand. I will make you understand.” Discarding his hands, his flesh, and turning back towards everyone. “I will make you all understand!”
Cowering away, vomit caught in their throats. The one they believed to have dumb morals, but morals nonetheless, now lacking; foam around her lips as her insanity dripped, hands trembling as she sought understanding. “I am your savior! I have given you a way to reach heaven’s gates! Surely you understand?!”
“Our father, who art in heaven–! He yearned for this, he demanded it! Why won’t you all just UNDERSTAND?!” Hands coming into her hair, tugging and pulling as she stepped forward. “Mekaru would understand, as would Michiko! Why must the rest of you be so stupid! I am divine justice, given flesh! I was iron cast in the flames of hell, I have come to give you all a way to heaven!”
Anger, hatred; not the thanks, the praise, Asami sought. Ungrateful sinners, unwilling to accept her blessing. Disgusting rats. “All of you. ALL OF YOU.” her voice raising, louder, louder; her feet against the ground, stalking closer, closer, as though a predator stalking its prey. “DAMN YOU! ALL OF YOU! WHY WON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?! WHY WON’T YOU LISTEN?! LET ME HELP YOU! DAMN YOU!”
Talons outstretched to swoop up prey, foam continuing to drip as curses did the same. “I AM SAVING–”
Stunned silence from the sister as she stared in the mirror, blue meeting red. No more blasphemy from her lips, only croaks. A name fell, but not the one he went by; for a nickname only lasted so long.
Cut off by a voice not heard in a long time, spinning to see a face long forgotten; “Asami, that is quite enough.” Gun outstretched, finger on the trigger. Perfect aim, the only thing inherited from the shared ancestor.
“I did wish to see you again eventually.” Said he as his boots echoed on the ground, even the sniffles and sobs silent now. “....Not like this, however.”
“Our father in heaven,” Said the younger, tears dripping from her eyes as they upturned with another smile, “He has blessed me. He has saved me.”
The brother’s gaze softened for a brief moment before he undid the safety. “May he save you from yourself; may he grant mercy for your sins, Asami.”
Anger sprouting on her face, eyebrows knitting as her maw opened to defend herself; a saint would never sin, and she was sent by God to cleanse the land. But simple metal was all it took, splintering bone and liquifying brain; a death far more merciful than earned. For even if she were insane, it was a brother’s job to go easy on his sister.
Seriously
Who gave birth to eijiro maeda?
Sora
Yoruko
Yuki
What the fuck
I made these! For my series on YouTube. Credit to nethermanultimated @bastart13 etc
Thinking back to when my friend was first making the Ngr cast back in the day and i was being annoying as hell begging for him to make a hatamori kid. Fucking embarrassing, but it's funny for me to look back at that because i'm like "Yes, i see it now. I needed to be the one to make that, it had to be me"
Haruka and Asuna, we'll keep that in mind!
It's not much...I just really hope it all helps.
Whatever happens, I hope you'll...huh?
*Sayuri suddenly returns to the cafeteria*
Sayuri-san?
*Sayuri skips over, stands on Haruto's seat, just as tall as him sitting down, and wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him on the cheek*
I just wanted to say thanks. Don't think I forgot about our date later~
Same here. I'm looking forward to it.
Me too, hehehe! See ya later, Haru-kun!
*At the exit, she turns and blows him another kiss before heading off*
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*He rubs his cheek affectionately*
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VALENTINE'S DAY ARC: COMPLETE