Odasaku's Sordid Past (dating Ranpo When They Were Kids)

Marinette: So, who’s the more clingy one?

Chloe: *twirling a lock of Kagamis hair lovingly, with other arm around her waist and placing a kiss on her cheek before answering* Kagami, obviously.

Adrien: *doing the same with Marinette* I know how you feel, Chloe.

*Adrien and Plagg meeting Master Fu*

Plagg: Adrien thinks that all gigs are boys and all cats are girls.

Master Fu: Are you joking?

Adrien: There’s no way to disprove that, have you ever seen a cat penis?

Plagg: Hello, I am Plagg, a cat kwami, and also male.

Master Fu: You do know that both Plagg and Chat Noir are male, right?

people are way too comfortable being dismissive of children and teenagers. if a toddler comes up to you and starts explaining skibidi toilet lore or if a 13 year old asks you if you want to hear about their mha ocs you have to listen with utmost sincerity or at least pretend to. this is the only way you will get into heaven.

The man who slid from his horse was not his son. Not as he’d known him. Uther was still seeking answers for what had befallen Camelot, for what had become of his son, but he wasn’t certain the man before him could give him those answers.

He was changed. The man Uther had sent out to settle unrest along the northern border had been young, eager to please, there’d been a confidence in him that came from the arrogance of youth rather than confidence in his own abilities, something Uther had frequently taken advantage of.

This man bore none of that youthful arrogance. He stood tall, shoulders firm, sure in his own power and strength. The clean youthful lines of his face had given way to rougher lines of hard living, of a neatly trimmed beard.

He did not bow at Uther’s feet, rather he greeted him as an equal.

No, not an equal, Uther saw that in the way this grown version of his son eyed him.

“Father,” he greeted.

“My son,” Uther returned, longing to reach forward and bridge the gap between them and yet knowing it would not be welcomed. For once it was he who felt wrong-footed by their exchange. Something made all the worse when the ranks of knights behind Arthur, some familiar, most not, parted and another man strode up the stand beside Arthur.

Stand beside him as an equal. That at least had not changed, then. Merlin had always been an atrocious servant.

His son’s manservant had changed too, perhaps as much, if not more than Arthur. He stood tall and confident beside his master, clothes better made than he’d ever worn before, at least in Uther’s presence, a thick beard covered his jaw.

“You have returned with answers, I hope.”

“I have,” Arthur replied, his words were unexpectedly made of steel.

“We’ll speak inside.”

“Yes.”

Arthur turned to his head knight, a man Uther did not recognise and issued orders to deal with the horses and the men and then, with words that struck Uther deep he said, “And someone find Ygraine before we lose her to the sights of the Lower Town.”

“Ygraine?” Uther choked out.

“Our daughter,” Arthur replied curtly.

“A grandchild?” He uttered in wonder.

“We’ve much to discuss.”

Uther certainly thought so, no more than when one of the knights stepped forward and said, “King Arthur, the princess is with her grandmother.”

King Arthur.

Much to discuss indeed.

Luigi Mangione could be getting the death penalty…

This man is innocent, his appearance and build doesn’t match that of the killers, the only “motive” he had was a convenient written confession showing that he supposedly viewed healthcare companies as “parasitic” and too expensive (which does somewhat contradict the actual killers actions) he had said note and the murder weapon conveniently on him while living his ordinary life, the killer held the gun in his right hand while Luigi is left-handed, Luigi and the Killer were potentially seen simultaneously, they wore slightly different coats.

The NYPD KNOW these are different people, they know the evidence is lacking, this isn’t a mistaken identity, it’s framing, they are trying to make themself appear to still be control by catching this man, humiliating him, killing him, when they know full well that the person they are prosecuting ISNT EVEN THE RIGHT GUY! This is an injustice! This is not a fair trial! This is downright tyranny!

don't give up

hiii. I have 2 questions about your skk switch au, if you don't mind

1. does chuuya want to go back to the mafia or does he just want to hunt dazai for sport?

2. did dazai still plant the bomb on chuuya's car or was it the other way around?

oooo good questions 🤩🤩 tysm for asking!! u literally read my mind, i already had the sketch for the second q ready so u gave me a reason to finish and post it ahead of schedule

(safe to say he doesn’t want to go back—the hunting dazai part is just one of the perks of working at the agency)

a chance to relax ? it's less likely than you think

Baizhu achieving immortality but continues to take in all kinds of diseases. Getting weaker and weaker and eventually cannot do anything but lay there rotting and never dying