SHE DESERVES THE PUFF! 

Changed up the colors so it could stand out a little and put little fins so it would be, EXTRA Rala :3c

Sure, he’d said something about fixing whatever was wrong, but their ideas about what needed fixing weren’t likely the same. -- Forewarning, ch. 6

“Believe me, I want to support you in whatever you’re going through right now, but—” -- Revision, Ch. 7

Contracts and laws and whatever else didn’t typically stop Vlad—it usually just slowed him down—but Danny was more than happy to rub it in Vlad’s face at every opportunity. -- The Trouble with Ghosts, Ch. 15

And this kid, whatever he pretended, was in danger. -- Compromised, Ch. 2

He bit his lip, but he must have swallowed back whatever argument was on the tip of his tongue because he leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss instead. -- Protocol, Ch. ???

It would take too long to search carefully to find a clue that would lead her to the truth of whatever had happened, and she can’t afford to be caught out now. -- Unbound, Ch. ???

Conscious, but most definitely hurt enough that she should be getting actual medical care and not whatever tricks Jazz and Wendy had picked up over the years. -- Down the Rabbit Hole, Ch. 7

“Which hopefully means I won’t die trying to do whatever I wind up having to do.” -- Passageway, Ch. 9

My thoughts on bees is that: I’m absolutely terrified of them--or really most bugs with stingers. I’ve long since learned to relax around them though, so long as i can recognize it as a bumblebee! They’re not doing any harm... if they get in my face though or land on me we have a problem though and I’ll probably c ry.

I’ve never been stung by a bee! So i’ve no idea if I’m allergic. But i have been chased down by one in childhood =u=

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ghfgh yes you have running commentary at all times basically that wouldnt be fair. although i could have sworn i wrote the khr fics in our dms too but I Guess Not! 

anyways this snippet is from the tsuna explains the mafia to hana fic, which was first of all unreasonably fun to write. unfortunately i wrote it in june so my memory is a LITTLE foggy on the exact thought process here but i will try. 

well, most of the thought process is tsuna is So Tired but also So Perceptive…. let him rest. hana is not used to thinking of him as either of those things tho, because he really has only been Useless Tsuna to her. maybe slightly more than that because he hangs out with kyoko and she thinks highly of kyoko, but definitely she doesnt think of him as like. someone with actual talents, yknow? so she wouldnt expect him to notice things like her listening, even though of course she’s listening, kyoko is her best friend, and she wouldnt expect him to know how close her and kyoko’s relationship is

meanwhile kyoko is smart, or not smart, depending, but most of all shes just really tired of tsuna keeping secrets from her and her having to keep secrets from her best friend. shes a really curious and intelligent girl and it probably grates on her immensely that shes kind of caught in the middle of all this but not at the center; she knows enough for it to be dangerous but not enough to actually help. and she doesnt want to be doing that to hana, either, because she knows exactly how it feels to be on the receiving end and it sucks, hana deserves better than to be in the dark and so does she

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Hitoka still feels giddy with it all, and she tells herself very firmly that it is not the alcohol in her system telling her that. The buzz had worn off an hour or two ago, anyway, faded with the remains of the party and the quiet ride back. 

Kiyoko had invited her over, and Hitoka can’t quite recall her exact response, but somehow, they had both wound up in her tiny dorm room instead. Kiyoko has been over plenty of times, and Hitoka has gradually eased away from her embarrassment at her organized (she swears!) clutter and small bed, so there is not much remaining except a subdued sort of delight at the fact that a small bed in a small room means they have to press that much closer. 

Every year, Hitoka has two birthday parties: one her mother and the coven throw her, and then one that her friends outside of strictly magical circles throw her. When she’d been younger, this had meant slumber parties and cakes and balloons that made her cry if they’d pop unexpectedly. Now, it means a cozy bar and her favorite kind of pizza. 

Kiyoko is one of the few who has been invited to both parties for about as long as Hitoka has known her. 

And now, they have this. 

Kiyoko has the wall side of the bed, curled in tight against Hitoka’s back, and Hitoka is nearly falling off the small bed but she’s never felt more secure. Kiyoko’s arm is around her waist, tight but not enough to upset her stomach, and Hitoka’s own arm dangles off the edge. Her other, beneath her, is awkwardly bent so she can hold Kiyoko’s hand. There are probably easier ways to do it, but Hitoka, while certainly not drunk and probably not even buzzed, is tired enough to allow her body to lay exactly how she’s already positioned. 

Tired, but not sleepy, not quite yet. 

Kiyoko murmurs protective wards and nonsense spells against the nape of her neck, and pretends to draw runes against her stomach. “And I think you certainly need a protection spell against harpies,” Kiyoko says, voice full of softness and warmth and the rare kind of amusement she’s too shy to show most others. 

“Mmhmm,” Hitoka drowsily agrees. 

“And perhaps a ward to keep the monster beneath your bed from grabbing your hand,” Kiyoko continues, drawing a line upward, toward her ribs. Hitoka tries not to giggle. 

“What about a charm to keep it from stealing my presents?” She still has a semi-neat pile of gifts on her desk, to be arranged around her room when she isn’t so distracted by Kiyoko’s warmth against her. 

“That’s very powerful magic. We may have to work together for that much.” 

“For your birthday, I’ll get you a charm to fend off gift-stealing monsters,” Hitoka says with a sleepy laugh. “Mine can be the test run.” It’s too bad Yui can’t write us a spell, she thinks, sober enough to not voice it, but still exactly languid enough not to feel any sorrow at it. 

Kiyoko doesn’t respond, for a moment just long enough that Hitoka notices, and she struggles to remember that Kiyoko is not the mindreader amongst her friends. “I’d be happy with whatever you’d like to do with me for my birthday,” Kiyoko finally answers, and presses a kiss against Hitoka’s loose hair.