Ah, but Kirigiri-san - she didn't like Kirigiri-san. [SPOILERS FOR CHAPTERS 2, 5 containing trans chihiro so please do not bs me about that]

"Sakura-chan!" Sakura had had her eyes closed, her legs folded under her, but at Aoi's call she raised her head. Aoi bounced on the balls of her feet and stretched her arms overhead. "Sakura-chan, I'm bored!" [DR IF SPOILERS]

in the end of it hinata has to sit and sing and stare at the few parts of komaeda that don't look like they've been fit on wrong, his eyes, maybe, not the lopsided shape of his grin or the stillness of his hands. [SDR2 ENDGAME SPOILERS]

She didn't really know what else she could do, is the thing. [CHAPTER 4 SPOILERS]

It isn't like you're omniscient, you're just dead. [CH 2&3 SPOILERS]

It's the first time she's ever ridden in a car. The village was always much too small to even need bicycles, and the villagers lingered in the streets so often that cars were just never brought in. Or, well - she shakes her head now, because no, it's just that what sort of robot knows how to drive? Of course there weren't cars.

They're sitting on a bench at the edge of this lush green park that doesn't even have a proper name when Aoi points out at a group of kids and says hey, we should get one.

They're learning things with a couple times' experience that fills up the same space, things about how time works and how it sets itself straight. How you still have the same amount of material and the same amount of space from beginning to end and you can only bend it slightly different ways so it reaches both sides. God his head hurts. Not really.

With Kane gone it's a free-for-all, a power struggle, a panicked rush up to the top of his tower. But it's okay, you know, because he's gone. It's okay until things aren't okay anymore. Warnings for blood, violence, and major major character death.

Feferi is drooling pink out the side of her mouth, all her veins jumping. The long tendons down her arm are twitching under her skin, clenching and unclenching her fingers unevenly.

He liked the way they all matched, a consistent smear of almost-brothers. Every one a mirror image matching closer and closer. Practice, he thought, for the real thing, for putting deep marks into the real pale skin and coaxing out real red blood.

Hey, Miles. It's me, Phoenix, he says. Wait, letters, Edgeworth tries to say, but it's to an empty line.

"Damn," he told her when she finished, folding her hands like crocus petals in her lap. "That is one fine-looking dude you've drawn there." Crossover with - get this - Picture of Dorian Gray. I'm going to hell.

You think about the brain, you picture this pink squishy mess floating in this bowl of blood, wrapped up in this delicate shield of bone. Not necessarily science-accurate, I'm afraid. Alas.

Detective Jowd knew he was supposed to be mad, but... Supposed to be Jowd/Cabanela/Alma, but doesn't get that more than two people can be in a story at a time. Also it doesn't get that Alma exists.

Cabanela has taken to using his free time to make sure he isn't making things up.

It has been too, too long, and you've needed her for months and years. You slide your hand in her hair and pet her blood down her cheek and she sobs.

French toast is easy. Even he can make french toast for her.

MM: attention, inspector cabanela. this is your fate speaking.

Josef von Karma is a very bright little boy. Except he is not that last bit whatsoever. He is, he is finding, rather a bright little girl.

Shelly de Killer has just finished his first job. Shelly de killer has just killed his mentor.

After the whole clefairy integration affair, there was so much to learn.

Klavier is just so burnt out these days. He may as well visit the lovely people at the Wright Anything Agency. But Herr Wright is hosting a guest.

Yomiel probably won't ever get used to this.

Cabanela lays about five feet from an explosion and all he can think is how bones aren't supposed to bend like that.