#cheatsfate

[ 𝕔 𝕠 𝕞 𝕡 𝕦 𝕝 𝕤 𝕚 𝕧 𝕖 ; 𝕘 𝕒 𝕞 𝕓 𝕝 𝕖 𝕣 ]

                    ❝ MARY ~ ! there you are !! ❞ the overexcitement in yumeko’s voice was obvious , even from halfway across the dining hall , quickly bounding over to mary’s side . she surprisingly doesn’t go for a hug or try to touch her as per usual , instead holding up a bag while a brimming smile painted her face . ❝ I’M SO GLAD i caught you !! don’t go home yet , silly ~ i bought some sweets for us to share !! ❞

                     though no stranger to gambling herself ( &&. it also being well - known as yumeko’s preferred method of spending time ) , things were different when she was with mary . she always felt content no matter what they were doing -- which was a somewhat odd first for her . nonetheless , one she would embrace wholeheartedly .

@cheatsfate asked: “ Where were you !? ” yumeko sksksksk

Surprise flashes over her expression, Yumeko momentarily taken aback from her friend’s volume; fingers clutching onto her bag as though she was sure she would have to use it in defense. However, the appropriate reaction was only temporary; the girl tilting her head off to a side before the faintest play of a pout tugs at pink lips.

“Ehh... Mary-chan, that wasn’t nice. You startled me.” She reprimanded almost sternly, before a smile is back onto her face. “I’m sorry that I’m late--- I wanted to surprise you!”

It was easy to brush off the potential worry that she caused as easily as she did the real consequences of her favorite past time, and as she set her bag down beside her friend on the bench, she rummages through it briefly while humming a soft tune.

🩹 - “This is one thing I’ve always found strange - gambling is illegal in Japan, but Gacha Machines are are a widespread hobby there....doesn’t it seem like a type of gambling to you?”

[ ⍖ ] - Out of all the subjects she’d seen brought in ( varying from the homeless drug addicts they’d sometimes wrangle off the streets to stupid college kids that stayed up too late in town ) this little girl was the last one she expected to survive. She seemed half dead by the time they’d brought her in, all beaten and bruised as if she’d put up one hell of a fight.

Even for a woman, Zorin had to respect that kind of will to survive; something about it reminding her of Rip Van Winkle’s endless determination or her own discovery of inner strength. Shame it would only mean she’d have to be stuck here in this hell until Millennium inevitably destroyed itself once again. Should have died while she was still human. 

“I zhought zese procedures vere supposed to get better vith time. Did he do zat to you or did you vaste your energy struggling?” she couldn’t help but make a snide comment as she looked down on the Doctor’s lab table, it’s resemblance to the rack she’d been strapped to decades ago almost making her feel a touch of pity. 

           🎲 -  🇰​🇦​🇰​🇪​🇬​🇺​🇷​🇺​🇮​ ; 🇬​🇦​🇲​🇧​🇱​🇮​🇳​🇬​ 🇲​🇦​🇳​🇮​🇦​🇨​

Happy endings? They rarely exist in reality, he knows that. Real endings are frightfully abrupt, uneventful, or they come when we least expect. When we least want. He cracks a slight smile, though it’s much more of a sad smile than anything else.

“I’m not really sure such a thing even exists, y’know? Well...not like we’d think, anyway.” Life was...complicated, after all. It stands to reason that things are bound to be a lot grayer than they are in movies and television.

             the beautification committee president idly spun the chamber of a revolver ( one bullet . ) as she waited . things had once again become so painfully DULL . nothing in life held any sort of spark for midari . even thinking of her new goddess didn’t rile her up properly as it should ; been far too long since yumeko had started acting like midari didn’t even exist . if she just treated her like scum , it’d be better ... she could be into that , at least , but jabami wouldn’t even acknowledge her !!

              ❝ well , whatever ... it shouldn’t be long now before i get what i want . && even if i don’t ... ❞

               ikishima couldn’t possibly begin to fathom what it was that made yumeko cling to mary so incessantly , but perhaps it meant that just maybe she could get a half - decent gamble out of her ? of course her TOP priority remained seeing her beloved yumeko again , but if the alternative is forever living ignored by her , strung out by the president as well ...

                  she’s snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of her members returning , along with a student who’d been restrained && had their head covered with a female uniform . the covering is removed && midari simply yawns , raising her free hand to her mouth before acknowledging her .

My Muse’s Past Meme

What kind of childhood did you have?

His eyes went wide as his father handed him the 1000 Yen bill that would just be enough to acquire one of the magazines he’d been ogling at for a few weeks now. It was the first time his parents had decided to give him pocket money, telling him they wanted him to learn the ways of finance, as this would be important for the career he was supposed to pursue.

The young boy didn’t think much of it, too excited about the contents of the magazine he was going to buy. He didn’t notice his father’s deprecatory gaze as he scurried over to the shelf in question to put the very first money he had ever owned to use. He didn’t realize that he had already committed his very first mistake.

When was the moment you started to “grow up”?

“Kaede”, his father said, making him look up at him. His tone of voice made the boy clutch his booklet just a little bit tighter. Had he done something wrong? His father’s eyes were serious. So was the way he spoke. Kaede knew this cold solemnity. “Yes, father?”, he replied with utmost respect for the man, slightly bowing his head. “The time has come for you to walk the path that has been prepared for you. It’s time for you to take the high road.” The boy blinked, a feeling similar to anxiety starting to take hold of him. What did that mean, ’the high road’?

“The high road?”, he repeated, hoping it wouldn’t make him look dumb. He didn’t want to be dumb. “As my son it is your duty to rule this country one day”, the man explained. “Money is this pulsating country’s blood. Without it, its heart cannot beat. It succumbs. Therefore, he who governs Japan’s finances, governs Japan itself. Money is the blade at its throat and at the same time, the blade against its enemies. If you control it, you control the ebb and flow of life itself. Money…” His father paused. “Is everything!” The way he raised his voice almost made Kaede take a step back. Instead, he nodded frantically.

“You will become Deputy Secretary of the Ministry of Finance. If you follow the path I prepared for you, you will be King some day. Just work as hard as you can and do not disappoint me.” All the things his father had just said sounded scary in his ears. They overwhelmed him. Did he have to? Couldn’t he be something else? What if he failed? “What if I don’t make it?” It was the question that wouldn’t have left him alone had he not asked it right away and somehow, he had expected his father to soothe his nerves and chase away his fears. He didn’t. Instead, the man raised his chin, dark eyes narrowing behind his glasses.

“Then you’ll have no value to me at all.” Kaede looked at nothing in particular, saying nothing after that.

Do you keep in contact with your family? Why (not)?

“Accountant?”, the voice coming out of his phone sounded irritated. “Why not president?” Kaede opened his mouth, but didn’t reply right away. He thought this was what he had been supposed to do? He wasn’t expected to become prime minister, after all, he was supposed to work in finance. “Father, I-” “Don’t interrupt me, son”, his father warned, in his cold and threatening tone of voice that Kaede knew all too well.