Designed to help you investigate deep emotional struggles and learn why you feel the way that you do.
1. The Issue This card represents the topic of the reading. It can represent the individual the reading is for, or the specific problem you are trying to understand. 2. The Struggle This card represents the thing that is your most immediate obstacle.
The center six cards examine the things within you that impact card one. We could say that we’re looking at your hopes and fears, the factors that determine how you feel about your situation. The row is chronological from left to right, with present day in the middle.
Top Row. External The upper row is representative of lighter aspects of the psyche. This is the face you show others, and what you are consciously, externally aware of. Bottom Row. Internal The bottom row is the shadow aspect, your hidden fears, the feelings you wont acknowledge to yourself.
Bottom of Cut. Outcome I use the bottom card on the deck or the bottom card of the cut, depending how I deal, as the destination or outcome card. This tells us how you can expect things to “shake out”, if you continue the current course.
You can see the spread in action here using the Klimt Tarot deck.
Warning: There is a teeny bit of kissing. But it’s kind of cute????
A/N: Hey, I know this isn’t a Crash Landing update, but I’m kind of struggling with it at the moment. So, I wrote this. Also, if you haven’t seen an earlier post, I’m away for the next four-ish weeks, so don’t expect to hear all too much from me for a bit. I am trying to queue up some writing, but I can’t make any promises! I love you guys!
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The “how the hell did this guy pass the psych test??” face as Mark listens to Cody’s story about going to Ferguson just to see if he could survive the riots (while at some point being interviewed by the news while dressed like a bum?)
(But seriously, I’m genuinely more and more curious/concerned about Cody somehow getting psychologically cleared for this show…)
Sugawara’s phone buzzed in his pocket and he hiccuped as he fumbled it out, watching Oikawa glare at a shot of whiskey, fingers drumming the counter on either side.
“Just drink it, you fuckin’ pussy,” Sugawara said, lifting the phone drunkenly in front of his face.
“I’m psyching myself up!” Oikawa snapped.
“More like psyching yourself out,” Sugawara muttered and stared at the number on the screen as his phone continued to buzz. “Let’s see…” he started listing off the numbers slowly. “Ehh… if I didn’t know better, I’d say that the police station down town was calling me. Weird. Usually I’m the one calling from there.”
“You have the police station phone numbers memorized?” Oikawa cocked an eyebrow and picked up the shot glass.
“Bitch, I might,” Sugawara answered the call and pressed the phone to his ear, “It wasn’t me, I’ve been here all night. I have several witnesses.”
“Oh shit,” Sugawara lowered the cell phone and rose on his stool. He turned towards the bar and shouted gleefully, “AKAASHI IS CALLING FROM THE POLICE STATION.”
“EEEEEEHHHH?” the bar erupted.
“What for?” Daichi walked down the counter in his direction.
“Akaashi wild!” Kuroo whooped and pumped his fist in the air, Kenma rolling his eyes at his side.
“It was only a matter of time,” Oikawa said and finally threw back his shot.
Sugawara sat down and lifted the phone once more, “Whatcha in for, Akaashi?”
The line was silent for a long moment before he let out a sigh.
“So Bokuto-san and I were on a date…”
“I’m so ready for this story, my nipples could cut diamond,” Sugawara gestured for Daichi, pointing at Oikawa’s empty shot glass.
He scowled and grabbed a bottle of rum.
“We were out on a date at this nice restaurant. And I had a little too much wine. And I started thinking about how unfair the world was that I was still a virgin even though I was dating the love of my life, the beautiful and perfect, handsome, sexy, muscular Bokuto-san.”
“A good question, honestly,” Sugawara agreed, taking the shot glass that Daichi set in front of him.
“What’s he saying? What’s he saying?” Oikawa tugged on his arm, cheeks flushed from the liquor.
“Yeah, share!” Kuroo stood and walked down the counter to sit at Sugawara’s other side. “Kenma, come join in!”
“Hold on, Akaashi,” Sugawara said and then filled the others in. “Akaashi and Bokuto were eating dinner and Akaashi- despite having all the wine he could ever drink- was overcome with a thirst that could only be quenched by the juice from Bokuto’s forbidden fruit.”
“You should have been a poet,” Daichi said wearily, pouring another shot for Oikawa.
Sugawara spoke into the phone once more, “Continue.”
“So after the meal, we were waiting for dessert to be served and it was taking too long. So I tried to whisk him away to the bathroom for some pre-dessert coitus. But like I said, I had a little too much wine. And I may have gotten us lost on the way.”
Sugawara explained to the others, “It was time for dessert, but the only creme brulee Akaashi wanted inside him was Bokuto’s dick. Unfortunately, his mind was so overcome with the haze of horny desire and wine that they lost their way on their trip to the chosen destination for the fated dickening.”
“I like where this is going,” Oikawa mumbled.
“Go on, Akaashi,” Sugawara said into the phone.
“So, at this point I couldn’t really hold myself back. I pulled Bokuto-san through the first door I could find and started ripping his clothes off. I got his shirt off, pants around his ankles, and underwear halfway down before I realized we were in the kitchen.”
“Hold on, Akaashi.”
Sugawara set the phone down on the counter and clasped his hands together in front of his face.
“Are you praying?” Kuroo asked softly.
Sugawara swallowed and then said, voice weak, “I’m sorry. I’m just… overcome with emotion. Akaashi Keiji is my hero and I’m just…” he paused, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m just so happy he’s in my life.”
“There there,” Kuroo rubbed his back soothingly. “Let it out, Buddy.”
Sugawara cleared his throat and lowered his hands. “Okay… so… Akaashi’s dick was so overwhelming hard that it led him like a bloodhound to the nearest door. they went through and Akaashi- fueled by passion- tore Bokuto’s clothes from his supple, oiled body until his delicious, ripe cock was on full display. It was only at this point that he realized…” Sugawara paused for dramatic effect, eyes darting among the ones listening. “That instead of a secret sex haven… they had stumbled into the kitchen.”
Daichi let out a loud groan and slapped his forehead. Kuroo and Oikawa burst into laughter, pounding the counter as they guffawed, tears springing into the corners of their eyes.
Sugawara grinned and lifted the phone to his ear, “Alright, go on.”
Akaashi let out a deep sigh and continued, “So all the chefs and waiters started causing a ruckus, blowing the entire situation way out of proportion, if you ask me. They were yelling at us to get out but honestly, I just really wanted to touch the dick.”
“I love you, Akaashi.”
“I love you too, Sugawara-san,” Akaashi cleared his throat, “So… they’re yelling at us, but I figure, it’s now or never. Honestly, I’ve never touched Bokuto-san’s dick before, and I just need to feel it. He’s freaking out, trying to pull his underwear back up, but I just slap his hands away and I grab it-”
“I love you so much, Akaashi.”
“I love you too, Sugawara-san. So. I grab his dick. Oh my god, Sugawara-san. It’s so nice. And it’s so big. His skin is like velvet. And it was hard because I was kind of touching him a bit with my foot under the table and also talking a little bit dirty… I know. It’s hard to believe. But I got pretty naughty.”
“Please tell me more about Bokuto’s dick,” Sugawara grinned.
Daichi glared at him.
“Okay so you know how some dicks like… curve a certain direction? Well Bokuto-san’s is completely straight and perfect in every way.”
“Well, not completely straight.”
“Good point, Sugawara-san.”
Akaashi cleared his throat, “I’ll tell you more about his penis later. Back to the story… I grab Bokuto-san’s dick and it’s so perfect that I don’t want to stop touching it so when a waiter came up to me, demanding that I leave, I may have elbowed him in the face. And then punched the sous chef…” he sighed again. “Anyway. We are in jail. Will someone come pick us up?”
“Hold on, Akaashi,” Sugawara lowered the phone and took a deep breath.
Everyone stared at him expectantly as he closed his eyes and collected himself. He pressed his palms to the counter and said in a stream,
“Akaashi fuckin’ molested Bokuto in the kitchen in front of a fuckton of witnesses, then attacked them when they tried to pry his dick from his thirsty fuckin’ fingers. Now they’re in jail and need someone to pick them up.”
Two seconds of silence passed before the bar filled with raucous, cackling laughter. Even Daichi folded over the counter, hiding his head in his arms as he laughed.
Oikawa wrapped his arms around Sugawara’s shoulders and they leaned together, laughing until tears were streaming down their cheeks. Kuroo fell from his stool and rolled onto his stomach on the floor, kicking his legs and pounding his fists.
A full minute passed before Sugawara was able to control himself enough to lift the phone to his ear and say in a high pitched, broken voice,
“We’ll be right there, Akaashi! I love you, stay safe.”
Akaashi sighed, “Thank you Sugawara-san.”
Sugawara ended the call and he and Oikawa plunged off of their stools, trailing laughter all the way to the floor.
There, Sugawara shouted, “I LOVE AKAASHI KEIJI,” to the ceiling, the echoing cries of everyone’s agreement following and bouncing off of the walls of the bar.
Hi, if you can could you please wright prompt 27 with Peter Parker and could you make it with angst and fluff please ? If you don’t want to I would totally understand. (anonymous)
Prompt:“I had to pretend I wouldn’t care about you, and that’s what broke me.”
Word Count: 2389 (buckle in kiddos it’s long as life)
Warnings: really bad writing since i wrote this at 2 am, swearing
A/N: Yes I did write this at 2 am so watch out for some really baaaaaad writing. I changed up the request a bit and made a Stark!Reader sorry. Also look out for some Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D references (comment if u saw aye)! Comment/reblog if you’d like to be tagged in my future writings of Peter Parker or Marvel, thanks loves! <3
Peter’s eyes flew open as he scrambled to turn off the alarm clock. “Oh good, you’re awake, Mr. Parker.” Said the headquarter’s A.I, Friday. You were laying asleep beside him, your hair flown across like ombré waves, inviting Peter to join. He smiled at you faintly as he answered Friday, “Yeah, Friday. Kinda hard to ignore your alarm. What’s new today?” He said as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “Mr. Stark is requesting you to the main room for a new mission briefing.” She replied. All the sleep was immediately gone out of Peter’s face as he tried to process. Mr. Stark wants to go on a mission with me? “Yes, he does. Should I tell Mr. Stark you’ll be down soon?” She said. Peter didn’t realize he said that out loud, but he replied to Friday as he rushed to get ready. Peter’s hand grasped the door knob as he struggled to put on his watch single handed-ly. “Peter?” He heard.
He knew that voice anywhere. (Y/n)’s. How did he forget you was in the room? They shared the room for God’s sake. He turned around to look at you as he gave you an innocent smile. “Yes, love?” He answered. You got up out of bed and walked over to him. Peter tensed at what you were going to do - she may be his girlfriend, but you were still a Stark, scary as ever (but still hot).
Your walk was agonizingly slow, so Peter paid attention to your little details: the way the sunlight hugged your curves and highlighted your jaw, the way your lace bra was so elegant it was as if it was carved into you. His heart ached at the long seconds it took for you to reach him.
“Your collar’s still up.” You said as you fixed it for him. Peter had a mental sigh of relief as he smiled at you. “Don’t scare me like that!” He said teasingly as you placed a lingering kiss on his lips.
The ‘scaring each other’ was your little game, each of you teasing each other in the littlest and sometimes biggest ways. "Wow, did I make Spider-man scared?!“ You said in mock surprise. He grabbed your waist as he kissed you, both of you smiling into each other.
You let go as you smoothed Peter’s shirt out, your waist turning as you walked into the bathroom. Peter watched her all the way, not wanting to leave you yet not wanting to let your father down. "So, why’re you dressed so fancy? Where ya going?” You called from the bathroom as you got ready for the day. “Um, uh–You’re dad’s calling for a mission briefing, just me and him so..” He said. Your head peeked out from the door as you buckled your belt. “Peter! That’s great! But if it’s a dangerous mission I forbid you from going.” You said as you turned her neck to him indicating him to tie her necklace. “If it was easy it wouldn’t be fun, baby.” He said as he kissed your neck. You leaned into him before coming back to reality and grabbing your bag. “Where are you going today?” He said as she turned around. “I’ve got an interview about my dad or something at like 1.” You said as they entered the main room.
Tony turned around as he sipped a cup of coffee. “There she is! Good morning, pumpkin.” He said as he kissed your forehead. “Morning, dad. What’s the new mission about?” You said. Tony nodded to Peter a good morning as he pulled up a digital file on the mission. “A new inhuman on south and park. Agent May said this one’s more dangerous than your average inhuman. She’s got someone funding her. Lots of guards and what not.” He said as he waved it off. “Peter,” Tony said. Peter lifted his chin, “Yessir.” He said. “Change into your suit. I’ll tell you the smaller details later. Wheels up in 10.” He said as walked out. “Oh and (Y/n), Happy will escort you to that interview. Don’t tell them too much.” He said as he winked. You smiled as you hugged your dad goodbye. You turned to Peter to give him a big hug. He hugged you back as he nestled his head in your neck.“Stay safe okay? Come back home, cuz Vision’s cooking dinner and I was thinking of ordering takeout.” You said jokingly. Peter couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll come home I promise. And takeout sounds great.” He said as you kissed him goodbye. Peter watched as you walked away, thinking how he got so lucky.
(time skip to during the mission)
The mission was simple. Get the inhuman into the pod cell, with or without force.
It was Klarise McCarthy, a girl who was better known as the daughter of tycoon Bill McCarthy. Her alter ego was The Psyche, a dangerous inhuman who had the ability of clairvoyance. Peter didn’t know Klarise would turn out to be an inhuman, and he certainly did a double take when he found out she knew about his relationship with you (thanks to her powers). Then again, some people were just born evil. Peter stumbled onto the ground as he tried to web the inhuman to the wall. She pinned him to the ground as she traced his jawline with one of her razor-sharp claws. “Tsk tsk, the spiderling cannot stop me. Would you like to know why?” She said as she raked a scratch onto his suited arm. Boy, Mr. Stark would not like to patch that up. Peter struggled against her grip. “Let me go, and I can help you. Please, Klarise.” He said. She stumbled off him. “D-don’t call me that. No one c-calls me that!” She said. Immediately, Peter webbed her feet and hands multiple times before checking his arm for wounds. “W-wait!” She said as he turned to take her away, “If you take me away, I shoot the girl you l-love!”
Peter’s head shot up to look at her. “Are you threatening me? Because that kind of threat will get you locked up.” He said, trying to make his voice full of intimidation instead of fear. She couldn’t possibly know where (y/n) was, she’s being guarded by like 20 people at all times Peter thought. Then again, she is The Psyche Peter thought. More like Psycho. Klarise laughed, “Actually that kind of threat will get me out of here.” She said as she twisted her wrist to reveal a device that showed what her next sense would be. Peter watched at it in shock. There you were, walking down the street escorted by 5 men while you searched for the building you’d be interviewed at. The scene changed to show a different building, far but close enough to still see you. “I have 3 snipers waiting for my signal. Let me go, and she lives.” She said. Cliché. Peter knew she’d say the signal anyways, but the thought of you gone was enough to make him feel like the world was tearing him apart.“O-okay Klarise. Hey we can work this out, okay? Just call off your snipers first.” Peter said as he put his hands up and stepped forward in a defensive stance. “Hmm, I dunno. Shooting (y/n) seems like a great idea.” She said. Peter’s hands were shaking, he couldn’t think of your death being his fault. All his fucking fault because he couldn’t put a psycho into a cell. “O-okay okay! I’ll deal with you. L-let her go, and I’ll let you go.” He said shakily. “No, that won’t do!” She said as she laughed hysterically. Peter knew this would never end well, this was a live or die situation. “I think… you let me go, and I won’t kill you or your precious girly!” She said with a maniacal smile. “No, no that won’t do either.” Klarise mumbled before Peter could reply. “Let’s see… I won’t kill you at all.” She said. A look of confusion crossed Peter’s face. The Psyche removed a clawed finger from her restraints and pressed a button on her wrist. “Merc 1, 2 , and 3. Switch to plan night-night. Now.” She said with a tone of finality. Peter stood helpless, if he moved, Klarise would shoot you in a second. “See, Spidey, I won’t kill you or your girlfriend. Not physically.” She said. “What-” Peter started to say.
In an instant, Klarise was free. She and Peter engaged into an endless fight. When she punched, he shot a web. When she broke free, he kicked. He was backed onto the wall, one web shooter broken and the other in need of repair. The Psyche had him trapped by some kind of force, he couldn’t move and he couldn’t speak. “You didn’t let me finish. See I’m going to kill you inside.” She said. Peter struggled to move, or at least speak. “Merc 1, 2 , and 3. On my signal.” She said as she flipped her digital device on. Peter’s eyes went wide as he saw you posing for a picture. He let loose a string of curses, then remembered she couldn’t hear him. If you got hit, all of New York would know in less than an hour. Peter shut his eyes as he tried to think. He had to comply to Klarise’s terms. It was the only way you’d make it out alive. Klarise made her way over to Peter. She dug a scratch from Peter’s neck to his collarbone. “I need a promise that you will stay away from (y/n) stark. Hell, break up with her for all I care.” She said. Peter found his powers of speech again. “And if I break that promise?” He asked. Klarise chuckled, “Let’s just say I have an inside man who’s watching.” She said. Peter’s hopes dropped as he realized he’d have to comply, but if it would keep you alive, he would do it.
Peter lifted his head. “You have my word.” He said. Klarise smiled, and the second her mouth opened, she fell to the floor. Tony removed the front part of his mask, “What the hell happened? I take care of 40 guards and you’re tied up by a voodoo lady?” He said. Peter heaved a sigh of relief, but his relief was short-lived. He realized he would still have to stay away from you. He had a feeling there was more than one 'inside man’. “Sorry Tony,” He said. Tony threw Klarise over his shoulders. “C'mon, I’m trying to get back before 6.” He said.
(time skip to a week after)
Peter was worse than miserable.
He hated having to break up with you. He hated not being able to see you. He hated Klarise McCarthy and her damned proposition. He hated not being able to look at himself in the mirror.Ever since he came back to Aunt May’s apartment, he had received texts from Tony every 5 minutes, some threats and questions like, “Peter Parker I will reprogram your suit to blow up if you do not answer me.” or “Why did you have to break up with my baby girl?”
Peter tried to see you as often as he could. He’d take the long way home just to pass by your routine coffee run. He’d swing by the tower once in a while and just watch as you did your homework (he’s not a stalker don’t get me wrong).
It was when he received a late night text from you that really broke him. It was just a simple word.
A simple word that meant millions of other words. Peter was staring at his screen when he decided he had had enough. Who was to say Klarise didn’t actually have an inside guy? Peter rushed to get into his suit. He texted May he’d be back within the hour as he closed the window and swung off to the Stark tower.
You were writing letters. Pointless letters that would never get sent, but it calmed you down.
Peter, why’d you leave? Why’d you leave out of nowhere? What’s gotten into you? Did I mean that little that you left without notice? Now I’m asking myself why I even sent you that text in the first place. Please come home. -Y/n
You crumpled up the letter and threw it out the window. Weird, you thought. You didn’t hear it hit the railing on its way down. You walked to the balcony slowly. You looked over the edge, but if your letter hit the ground, it was gone.Peter’s heart lurched as he saw you. You were only a few feet away, but he couldn’t think of anything to say. So, he tapped your shoulder.You flinched and by instinct turned around and sweeped the leg behind you. You heard a thud as the person hit the ground. Yet it was no person. It was Peter Parker.
You froze for a few seconds as he took the top of his mask off, rubbing the back of his head for comfort. What a dork you thought. You tried as hard as you could to hold the tears back as you kneeled down next to him.“What’re you doing back?” You asked softly. Peter’s eyes met yours as he opened up the letter. “I’m back home.” He said. A single tear marked your face as you took a deep breath. “Peter you do not get to say that. What the hell is going on with you?” You asked. “Please just listen, it’s a bit of a story.” He said, his voice shaking with nervousness.
After Peter explained what had happened, you wrapped your arms gently around him. You didn’t realize he was crying until you felt the hot tears down your neck.
“I had to pretend I wouldn’t care about you, and that’s what broke me.”
He said, his voice shaky and barely above a whisper. Your hands tangled in his hair as you pressed a kiss to his lips. He drew back and rested his forehead against yours.
You stood like that until you finally had the courage to say something.“Don’t scare me like that.” You said.“Wow, did I make a Stark scared?” He said with a chuckle. You laughed as he placed a kiss to your forehead. Peter sighed as he wrapped his arms around your waist as you watched the city lights together, like old times. “I’m sorry.” He said. “No, Peter. It’s that damn 'Psyche’ who should be sorry. I’m sorry my dad and I gave you a hard time about it.” You said. “Oh shit,” Peter said. “What?” You asked as you turned around to him.
“What’re we gonna tell your dad?!” He said.
Thanks for putting up with my writing lol. Hope you guys liked it ily!
I am not going to lie- when I saw Miraculous Ladybug and BDSM in the same tag set I was hesitant. However eventually I caved to the high kudos ratings and I am SO glad I did. This story is an absolute gem. Not only does it handle a somewhat controversial subject with breathtaking sensitivity and care, but the actual build up of the romance is some of the best I have seen in the fandom. It is the best kind of slow burn (in a smut fic no less??? ) and leaves you really cheering for the characters. (This is NSFW so know that going in)
Another author with many great titles to their name, however this one in particular jumps out at me. Anyone who has ever had a longer than 2 minute conversation with me about fanfics would know that i am a very harsh judge of soulmate AUs for a variety of reasons, so the fact that i have 2 on this list is saying something. This fic also did something very refreshing with the “Chat Blanc” troupe which is what caught my attention in the first place. The story really emphasizes what Adrien and Marinette can bring to each other in a relationship by taking away the Ladynoir dynamic and having them building to the same sort of trust and support in a more round about way. A great read that I highly recommend. ^_^
Summer in the City kali_asleep (don’t know tumblr url ::sobs:: )
This fic is just so fun! And sexy. Getting to watch Adrien struggle with his feelings for Ladybug and dedication to her while being attracted to his classmate is just endearing. This is only 3 chapters long (with an additional explicit sequel for you sinners out there) so if you want something quick to brighten up your day I highly recommend it.
Straying off the beaten path a little bit- this is a HawkNath Soulmate AU.
Yes you heard me.
This is worth every second of your time to read it. From Nathalie’s POV it’s a great look at dealing with a difficult situation and a difficult person and finding the balance between being forgiving and knowing when it’s time to punch someone in the face. (Literally)
My other “Older generation” rec on today’s list- this was a story that was actually recommended to me and I am going to be honest- I was a little skeptical going in. I tend to not get invested in “Alternate” miraculous users (and by that I mean things that are highly unlike in canon or directly contradict canon). Nothing wrong with them just not something that really clicks for me. However this story sold me. Nathalie centered again and Gabe/Nath ship based, this story really hits home with the “Agreste Family Feels” as I like to call them. The lore building was really neat and I did NOT see the plot twist coming- which is not something I say often. This fic is a great example of why it’s a good idea to be willing to look outside your normal ship zone. It can be worth the adventure.
Turtle!Nino I will continue to be devoted to the hope of you happening someday ^_^
I will be shocked if you guys don’t already know about this universe, but even so it deserves to be called out. I adore the dynamic that is established between Nino and his assorted friends as well as seeing one of my favorite characters get the development they deserve. The other thing I love about this story is that at least from what I saw, the writing gets better every chapter, and I love seeing a good author (I had already read several of Pilots earlier works at this point) truly find their voice.
Ok I am going to admit this now- I am a sucker for Non-magic AUs. I will always give them a shot when I am scrolling through AO3 looking for new fics. This one caught my attention and kept the same engaging, fun dynamic that got me hooked all the way through to the end. There is a really nice balance of tension where we get to see the characters dancing around each other’s lives without feeling like it is being drawn out just for the sake of torturing the readers.
OK, so I am not usually all about the angsty train- and this story definitely cranks the the angst dial up to the max. (Seriously give poor Chat a break my poor baby!) However the story is wonderfully compelling and this is one of the few fics I have walked away from remembering the akumas we have encountered because of the attention and care given to the action sequences, which I really appreciate seeing in a fic. Tom and Sabine feature heavily as well and they are just such a blessing. If you don’t mind crying your eyes out, this is a well done story that is worth getting invested in.
I am also doing a Fanfic Rec page link on my main tumblr as I still have a LOT more to do >_< and I figure that is a better way to keep it easy for people to find if they want it! (Plus then I can just add things as I read/reread them)
under the cut: trans reigen ends up going to his high school reunion (~3.5k?)
-just a few short scenes, it kinda streamed out of me this morning.
warning for MAJOR headcanoning (fanon ahoyyyy), high school bullying (unrelated to transness!), misgendering, deadnaming, and some minor homophobic language, but it’s really not an angst parade; i just want you to be safe. kinda bittersweet i guess. takes place 1~.5 years before canon
“I’m serious, that’s what happens,” Reigen says, walking next to Mob on their way to an assignment. He still isn’t used to the new uniform, like having a little black shadow keeping pace beside him whenever his student is following him around.
“But how do they get it in?” Mob asks, quietly skeptical.
“A big syringe, and then the carbonation makes the marble swell so it doesn’t fall out.”
“I’m telling you, Mob, that’s how they make Ramune bottles. Listen to your master.”
“Reigen-shishou, I don’t think that’s how it works.”
“Reigen?” a woman says from behind him, “Reigen from Saffron High, is that you?”
I cannot stop listening to the song “Every Shining Time You Arrive” by idk who and I really truly can’t decide if I hate it or love it but right away the guitars caught me and they’re very ‘Verticle Horizon’ and when the piano starts up at the end I get goosebumps on my legs so there’s that.