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Dash did a thing a few days ago X'D

my biggest thanks to saymecw and melatoninburst for allowing me to draw this monstruosity shitpost

Aggressive Symbol Meme: accepting

A sigh left Scaramouche’s lips as he sees the Fatui agent approaching Eichi, he’d have thought they’d be smarter- given that he has something they need, he’d have thought them to have sent another harbinger or didn’t approach alone at least- this is likely a claim to fame thing, a dumb idea not approved by any higher ups that had a little sense in them. Still, he had   waited, unseen by Eichi or the agent until the agent tries to land a physical attack- thus making his protection of Eichi seem like it’s in defence and not to cover his tracks- after all, killing them before they did anything could only cause suspicion and all he needed is to keep up the image of a semi-good man for a little longer.

Thus, a sword is plunged through the agents chest, large sparks of purple electricity coursing through their body- the smell of putrid burning flesh is sickening to most, but Scaramouche doesn’t relent until the agent drops his gun from his grip, no longer able to keep gasping and screaming in pain. Scaramouche ruthlessly rips the sword out, pulling it back and allowing the body to fall, he   watched it fall flat before dropping his sword, he hardly needed it, simply kneeling in front of the shaken figure of the  man in front of him, a hand coming to rest on his shoulder. It’s a small comfort, albeit false.

“I'm sorry, I seem to have left you alone too long,” He stares, his hand dropping from Eichi’s shoulder and speaks casually, as though such a horrific act hadn’t transpired. “I also seemed to have forgot to tell you- in this world, you have to remain vigilant- there’s many people and monsters that might attack you. Most monsters though, are really weak. Do you think you can fight? If you can't...you might be in trouble. There’s little that can be done about you being visionless, too...” Such words implied only one thing: Eichi likely couldn’t last out there alone.

Maybe he shouldn’t have ventured out alone. In retrospect, it was pretty stupid, wasn’t it? But Inazuma was beautiful. Quaint little town, sheltered by the mountains and the hills kissed by the sea and the winds. To Eichi, who had spent most of his life inside a hospital or in the hustle and bustle of Tokyo, it was like he had stepped into a world of fantasy and wonder... Which, honestly, wasn’t far from the truth when he thought about it. 

One thing he hadn’t anticipated were the stairs. Stairs upon stairs everywhere. It was a struggle for someone like him to even make it up one flight of stairs without being completely out of breath, and several? Going higher and ever higher? It was indeed challenging and many a time he regretted his decision... But then he thought that if he only climbed one more flight of stairs, and then maybe one more... He simply wanted to see. To experience. This was a place completely foreign to him, after all. And its beauty was unparalleled to anything Eichi had ever seen in real life before. 

Eventually he landed on a beautiful hill overlooking most of Inazuma, and he clearly wasn’t alone out here. There was an oddly dressed man there who began approaching him the second they laid eyes on each other. Eichi was surprised and not alarmed... At least not at first, but it quickly dawned on him that this person probably didn’t want to simply chit-chat with him. He started backing, cursing his naivete, when he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. The stranger swung at him, and then there was a sword bursting out of his chest - making Eichi think about the chestburster from Alien - and then... The smell. The smell. Eichi slapped his hand over his mouth and nose to keep himself from retching.

For some reason, when Ibara reached out to pat Mitsuru’s head, it was definitely something that he wasn’t expecting from the other! Maybe the rock Mitsuru did find was cool enough to warrant some sort of kind gesture from Ibara.

“Huhu~! Iba-chan senpai! There’s plenty more where that came from!” Mitsuru states, widely grinning. “perhaps you can even decorate your desk with all sorts of trinkets, it’ll be sure to liven up the area, that’s for sure!”

♦ Bonus under the cuts with the producers :3

Rinne: *Gently taps table* Ibara: *Taps back* Arashi: What are they doing? Natsume: Morse code. Rinne: *Aggressively taps table* Ibara: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

Rinne: Wake me up… Ibara: Before you go go! Arashi: When September ends… Natsume: WAKE ME UP INSIDE-

Rinne: Dammit, Ibara! Ibara: What?! It wasn’t me! Rinne: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Arashi! Arashi: Not me either. Rinne: Oh...Then who set the house on fire? Natsume: *whistles*

“   yikes .   he’s  not  looking  so  hot .   ” Hinata

“   i  guess  we  could  bury  him  in  the  backyard .   ” Yuuta

The brats are talking to/about Ibara, naturally >o>

❥     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 !    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]: accepting

“...” He moves his head up from his desk, briefly pondering how much he could make if he sold them on the black market, then lamenting his lack of connections to reliable buyers there, popping out his earbud, he speaks. “I can hear you. This isn’t playing anything.” And yes, he had been doing it to snoop on conversations without cameras but they can hardly judge him for it.

Hinata made a huge show of appearing completely, utterly shocked. He GASPED and threw his hands up in the air, jumping back a bit and then slapped said hands over his mouth. “Vice President!! You’re not DEAD!!”

“Ah, so, do people from your world experience pain less intensely to the point of it becoming sexually pleasing to them? Or simply display more masochistic tendencies? I'll make note of that, if it's relevant to helping you get home.” It's not clear, given the alchemist hadn't glanced away from his box of medical supplies after Kanata had returned and promptly frightened Albedo terribly given the state he had been in, but that had been a jest- something to lighten the mood, despite the stoic front, he makes more than people'd think.

After gathering the materials, he turns, motioning for Kanata to hop up on the desk to tend to him. It's only then that Albedo's concern had become apparent- Kanata may be an unknown variable in his life, but he's under Albedo's care, so he needed to make sure he'd be safe.

“I’ll take you to the deaconess if this is particularly bad but perhaps I ought to have Sucrose or myself train you.”

Kanata chuckled while he cradled his side. Blood had already stained his clothes a considerable amount, but the bleeding had all but stopped now, even though he felt a little lightheaded, he had been through worse. He climbed onto the desk and began disrobing. Considering the fact that he had been stark naked when Albedo had first met him, there was hardly any reason for him to be shy now. “I’d say that depends on the person in question...”

“I was merely joking though... But it is true that when I am at photo shoots, they always tell me to act... ‘sexy’... I find it...” He shrugged, a mixture of amusement and discomfort passing over his face. “A photo shoot means that you pose in a certain... Way... while other people... They are called ‘photographers’... While they take your picture. It is different from a painting because you only have to stay still for a little while....”

Sharing a dorm with Nazuna and Natsume was... Fun. Most of the time. Leo wasn’t always there, he spent a good deal of his time in Italy as well, but it was alright as Nazuna wasn’t always there either. Sometimes, he did crunch time at the University and then he would end up staying there. Leo and Natsume were used to it, the most important thing was that at least someone was around to keep an eye on Nazuna’s rabbit. (As much as Leo wanted to bring Little John into the dorm, he wouldn’t; he wasn’t going to contribute to her giving the little bunny a heart attack.) 

Sometimes Leo worried a little though; he wasn’t used to sharing room with someone other than Ruka, on occasion, or Izumi. Izumi knew well enough how... Fidgety Leo could be at times. Ruka, of course, bless her soul, knew far, far more... But not even she had the whole picture. Maybe some day she would, but that day was not now. She was too young, Leo felt. Either way, everything had worked out well enough so far. Leo had almost started to relax. 

And maybe he shouldn’t have done that.

The nightmare came without warning as they were wont to do. It was awful, disjointed, disgusting, disturbing. Red and hands and pain and laughter and pleading and then... And then... And Leo shot up from his pillows, his striped, white and blue comforter twisted up around him. Sweaty, panting and shivering, he leaned over the side of his bed and got violently sick. Nazuna wasn’t here right now. And maybe, perhaps, hopefully... Natsume wouldn’t be either? His brain could barely even form that thought, he could barely think at all. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, tried to crawl deeper under his covers but he only managed to tangle himself up even more.