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I've seen a lot of posts and things about Inosuke just handing the person he loves a pretty rock as a wedding proposal and I say give the human race some damn credit!!

we've all smashed a rock with another rock to see what's inside right? it's in our dna! the cavemen did it! not only that but figured out how to make shapes/tools out of rocks by carefully breaking them. so. WHAT DO YOU THINK THE FERAL BOY WOULD DO SURROUNDED BY ROCKS?!

This is my headcanon! Inosuke does give pretty rock to person he loves but only after spending time looking for the best one! He would smash the shit out those rocks, pick the best one, and then if he's a romantic would try and make it a nice shape easy for turning it into a trinket/jewelry!!

he's a feral little goblin but when he chooses his person he dies on that hill! look at how he treats Tanjiro! I don't care if you ship them or not, just look at that dedication of the boy!! Tanjiro is stuck with Inosuke, bros for life, platonic soulmates, husband and boar!!

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...can we all agree that the maiden of pure heart bit in Death of a Unicorn is actually just grieving ladies forming a bond with an animal that shares that grief via the hive mind thing they now have after said ladies poked the horn and saw the cosmos?

or am I the only one who got that vibe?

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I know this is going to make me sound pretensions but I have to get it off my chest. I feel an unimaginable rage when someone posts a photo and is like "this picture looks like a renaissance painting lol" when the photo clearly has the lighting, colors and composition of a baroque or romantic painting. There are differences in these styles and those differences are important and labeling every "classical" looking painting as renaissance is annoying and upsetting to me. And anytime I come across one of those posts I have to put down my phone and go take a walk because they make me so mad

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I got my wisdom tooth removed and tell me why it will take like more than a month for it to fully heal??? ITS ONE TOOTH WITH ONLY ONE OF THE ROOT THINGYS

I feel cheated by my ancestors and the world for being 75% evolved and stopping there. Coulda not had the surgery had they not failed me

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I watched the wild robot and nearly cried. I never thought I’d connect so much with a freaking duck but I did and I spent the whole movie yelling at the screen that I’d eat every single animal that was mean to him. It got real intense when we met the flock…

I really thought tho that the main conflict was gonna be a human. I thought a human was gonna wash up on the island and create this tear between Roz’s found family and her original purpose which is to help HUMANS.

and I am all for that for some fic or something. Cause like imagine nearly dying at sea, getting washed ashore to this island with no civilization in sight and you probably have zero tools or knowledge to help you survive. You spend days or weeks barely getting by, your dehydrated, starved, afraid, and thinking this is how you die when all of a sudden a goddamn robot comes in following a duck and a fox.

your saved. The rozzum takes you to a shelter it built, patches you up, feeds you and for the first time in weeks you sleep knowing you’re safe. You are going home. It will send out a retrieval signal and you’ll both be picked up and—but wait. It says not yet. It still has to complete its first task. It has to teach a duck how to fly…oh, scratch that, it has to teach its son to fly…

and no matter how much you try it won’t disregard its first task. It says no! To you! A rozzum says no to a human!! Its priority is the the damn duck…the duck is more important than you. More important than you getting off the island. More important than you going home, to your family and friends—who think you’re dead now because of the storm that wrecked your ship and killed everyone else!! That left you alone and scared for weeks in the ocean and wilderness!!

…you just wanna go home. That duck, brightbill, better learn fast or else it won’t be the winter that gets him.

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Fight so intense that the hero just attacks any hostile looking person that they don’t recognize

and they only stop when the person they just struck was a reflection of themselves and they just didn’t realize their mask/helmet was torn off

I want that. I want a hero to not recognize themselves in the mirror because of the never seen before hostility in their face

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oh my god maskless Invincible singing Penelope's part of Would you fall in love with me again to William

I will fall in love with you over and over again I don't care how, where, or when No matter how long it's been, you're mine Don't tell me you're not the same person You're always my husband, and I've been waiting, waiting

Look at this and tell me it couldn't be them!

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"Teacher! When is it your planet's hero day!" the little ones shouted

"And by hero you mean...?"

"The day you celebrate your important people!"

"Oh, well we have lots of heroes. Did you kids have one in mind?"

"The one who saves people!" smiled the youngest.

"Okay...and what else do they do?"

"He makes people laugh." point out the middles.

"So he saves people by making them laugh?"

"Yeah but he also fights bad guys." reply the eldest.

"Uhh...okay I need another hint."

"He uh...he's super strong!"

"He swings around!"

"He wears red!"

"...are you talking about Spider-Man??"

"YES!!" they scream.

"Oh...pfft....okay...kids I'm sorry but he's not real. He's a story character."

"..." "..." "..."

"But we can make a Spider-Man day?" they quickly said.

The younglings cheer and talk amongst themselves about what day would be the best day and what should they do for it. Obviously consulting the experts first which was Stevie, Oscar, Oscar K. and Theo who proudly stood to the side wearing their Spider-Man shirts, jackets, or sipping from their Spider-Man water bottles.

"...of course they were ones who told them about Spider-Man." the human sighs smiling.

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SPOILERS FOR LAST EPISODE OF SEASON 3 INVINCIBLE

ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT IF CONQUEST HAD A FUCING FRIEND HE COULD'VE BEEN BETTER?!

if he had ONE friend he could’ve been better?!! If I was his friend could I have turned that insane massacre into a simple ass kicking?!

still woulda sucked for Mark but less damage no??

also I find it neat that it’s basically canon at this point that Viltrimutes don’t have adrenaline and that gives Mark an advantage thanks to Debbie

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what if the Masked Invincible and Unmasked Invincible talked before the meeting! What if Masked told Unmasked his deal with Angstrom and Unmasked was like 'I could bring this dimension's William back with me?! Why didn't I think of that!!' and then team up.

they got like an hour to kill before the scheduled meeting and go look for them. Debbie isn't home or at her office so they go look for William figuring he could help them plus they have a better idea of where to look for him. College.

they find him and Unmasked scares the shit out of him by tackling him to the ground sobbing with the most wholesome manic grin on his face. Masked just stands there impatient like 'ask your boyfriend where mom is already!'

takes a bit for poor Will to convince Masked that he doesn't know Debbie is, cause I doubt he knows where Paul lives, which makes them miss the meeting. So now they're stranded here but that's not the worse thing since now they both have their respective loved one alive and well here. just gotta find Debbie tho

Next day Mark opens the door to see a scared shitless William being lovingly yet firmly held by one of his evil variant's and then getting the air kicked out him by another who blindsides him. Debbie and Oliver sees all this, Oliver goes to get Debbie out of here but is beaten by Masked who ruins the plan by tackling her into a hug rather than flying off with her.

The Grayson's are emotional men when raised decently.

Several moments of awkward silence where everyone just looks back forth between the evil Marks. One on the floor hugging Debbie sobbing uncontrollably and the other still in the doorway back hugging William, chin over shoulder, with a very firm glare that just screams 'try me'

Somehow they end at the couches discussing terms and conditions. No killing or hurting anyone in exchange for supervised time with William/Mom. Seems like a good enough plan until the world builds up their strength enough to figure out what the hell they should do with them

edit: I made a drabble You have your mother's eyes - Stubz - Invincible (Cartoon 2021) [Archive of Our Own]

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"...are human chasing games basically the human equivalent to our hunts?"

"Huh?"

"I know they say they don't hunt like us anymore but look."

"What am I looking at? younglings running around aimlessly?"

"the humans you quack."

"That's who I'm looking at. Some of them are fast ye but there's no tactic, no strategy, just mindless running."

"Focus on the adult male. The one who is paired with the youngest."

"...He's not bad I guess. The child slows him down though--Look! she's following him rather than letting him drive them towards her."

"...maybe I was wrong. Oof this hurts to watch." they suck a breath through their teeth. "So many mistakes."

"Aye, my young would've never done what she's doing."

"Oh...looks like he's giving her a thrashing."

"Scolding, not thrashing. They believe thrashing is too harsh on them given their size."

"Bah...he's leaving her. Better off without her."

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"I don't understand why he talks to them instead of jumping at them."

"Perhaps he doesn't think he can make the jump without falling in? Or to make them more nervous, he walks slowly as he talks. Nervous prey are more reckless."

"True but by the time he runs to where it narrows they'll have made it the trees. He's losing his chance to catch them before they hide--"

"..." "..."

"Sneaky little whelp." they chuckle. "she jumped the narrow end while he distracted them."

"Aye. Can't outrun them but can be quieter than them. Not my preferred way of doing things but I respect that."

"Oh oh! Look at the others now! Look at how they talk amongst themselves. Look at how they're trying to figure out what they'll do now."

"Where will you go little ones? To the steep hills? Back to the stream? The open fields?"

"Oop, a lone runner. Bait. Ah, he holds the child back from taking it."

"...perhaps they are more like us than we thought."

"Perhaps they are more like us than they thought."

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Kim has had day today.

Phone didn't charge (even though it was plugged in!) and so the alarm didn't go off which means the human got up at 9am. Kim's shift starts at 8:30.

Normally the human wakes up at 7, has breakfast (sometimes, depends on how she's feeling), gets dressed, packs bag, and by 8 is out the door arriving at work by 8:25 (depending on her pace).

Today the human fell out of bed due to sheer panic and need for speed. The human haphazardly got dressed, mismatched socks (well that's not unusual for them), a shirt with a hole in it (that they didn't notice until already out the door), jeans with what looks like paint on the cuffs, and lastly her bag which she threw whatever she could in it.

Sprinting through the halls at max speed, pushing their way through crowds, and nearly slipping face first on a just mopped floor the human made it to work at 9:08.

It takes the human 3 locked doorhandle jiggles to comprehend/remember that today is Family Day and thus there is no work today.

And so with a heavy heart our bed haired human went to go get breakfast before going back home to sleep.

Which brings us to now.

The already mentally drained human trying to figure out what this very large being, a blarief they believe, wants from them. This very large adolescent that is standing between them and the coffee shop. This very large person who they do not understand because in their haste the human forgot to put on their translator.

Kim is having a day today.

"[--] {:::} <---> [- :: ?"

"...uh sorry I'm not wearing a translator right now."

"...::! \ [- :: !"

"...yeah you have a nice day too. Could I just, can I just squeeze past you?"

":: }:{ ||| <>."

"Aannd your getting closer to me. That's a nope. Okay, I don't understand you. I don't have my translator." the human tried to indicate that they were not wearing a translator but it was no use.

Luckily for Kim the blarief noticed her discomfort and took a step back. The adolescent kept talking and talking and Kim kept trying to signal, sign, charade to them that she couldn't understand what they were saying and could they please just let her through to buy a coffee and breakfast sandwich???

"Okay you know what?? I have had a day and it's only like 9:30. I'm wearing a shirt I should've thrown out months ago but keep forgetting, I forgot to brush my teeth, have bed head, and worst of all I ran on an empty stomach! I'm hangry so please move!"

"\ ! Han-gry! <- [->] ;; ...doe-bu doe-bu \ ?"

"...double double?"

"\! _-_ ...blueberries?"

"...how did you say that so perfectly?"

the blarief smiled wide, their petal like mouth opening to show their rows of teeth, and nodded eagerly. A smile that made Kim pause for blariefs don't smile as it is normally a sign of aggression or unless they are mimicking other species that do...

"...Dart?! Is that you???" the blarief, now known as Dart, let out a cheerful screech and hugged the human.

"Oh my god it is you! You got so big! Uh...<---> ... :;:;: ?."

"...{<-->} :;:;:!" the adolescent rummaged through their bag until finding a translator and putting it on. "Is that better miss Kim? Sorry I didn't realize."

"Perfect! Sorry I didn't think of asking if you had a translator sooner but anyways how are you?! You got so big!"

"I had a growth spurt! I'm going to Black Void academy now, I came here today to visit my relative."

"Oh yeah, the one that works here in security right?"

"Yeah!"

the two caught up over lunch. Each sharing what has happened since Dart had left the youngling centre years ago.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to recognize you."

"Don't worry, I did grow a lot. I mean my tail grew in and everything!"

"Geez I still can't believe it. I'd ask how you'd recognize me but honestly I haven't changed much."

"You look exactly the same...but what was it that made you recognize me?"

"It was the smiling. Well, mostly the blueberries and double double but the smiling was what made it all come together."

"It's actually thanks to your double doubles that I made some friends at school."

"Canadians?"

"Canadians. And one from Seattle but that was cause of the blueberries."

"Oh yeah I they have good blueberry farms...you're never gonna forget that are you?"

"You came to work all summer with huge baggy of them! Mister Max called you Blueberries!"

"Still can't believe my dad sent me 5 pounds of blueberries..."

After an hour the two said their goodbyes with Dart saying that they'll pop by the centre to see Max before leaving the ship. The human waved goodbye to her former student with a smile.

Kim has had a day today.

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Why do I keep getting called 'dad' at work?? Do I just give off dad vibes??

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"CALL A <--<>] MEDIC!! A HUMAN YOUNGLING IS BLEEDING TO DEATH!! OH MY <--<->{} GODS WHY IS THERE SO MUCH IN SUCH A SMALL BODY?!"

"WHERE ARE THE HUMAN ADULTS?!"

"IN THE BATHROOM!!"

"BOTH OF THEM?!"

"THEY HAD CO-FEE!!"

"Am I dying?" whimpers the tiny small human child.

"JUST KEEP PRESSURE ON THE WOUND!"

"ELAVATE IT! SHE SHOULD ELAVATE IT!!"

"But I'll swallow blood if I do!"

"..." "..."

"YOU'LL WHAT?!" screeched both adults

"TILT DOWN! DOWN CHILD!!"

"YOU <--<>] FOR BRAINS! THAT'LL MAKE HER BLEED EVEN MORE!"

"THEN WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO?!"

"WHAT THE FU--FUDGE IS GOING HERE! WE WERE GONE FOR LESS THAN 5 MINTUES!!"

"Aw, Agnes sweetie, is your nose dry again? Come here, let's get you some tissues and clean you up. Keep your head forward." soothed the human adult.

"Can I change my shirt too?"

"Of course buddy."

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! SHE NEED MEDICAL-!"

"Would you zip it?! She's fine! It's just a bloody nose from her nose being so dry--the inside skin is sensitive and a small blood vessel was probably ruptured. It sounds and looks bad but honestly it's not a serious thing."

"...are you sure?" they fearfully asked.

"Positive. I get the same thing all the time when sick. It'll go away in a few minutes. Now for future reference just give the kid lots of tissues and have them hold it to their nose. Keep their head facing forward; if they tilt back the blood will flow into their throats, and if they tilt forward they'll bleed more."

"...understood."

"Good. Now maybe go apologize to Agnes for traumatizing her for the past 5 minutes."

"That's a good idea."

"I'll give her some of my blood as an apology."

"...that's nice but maybe don't."

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I'm kinda surprised I haven't stumbled across an alnst au where not only is Hyun Woo alive but Hyuna and him are in the competition. Or better yet, one of them is in the resistance while the other competes.

And I'm disappointed as hell so I'm gonna write some ideas and stuff!!

I think if Hyun Woo had lived then Hyuna wouldn't have joined the resistance. She joins when she's like 16? And was found trying to free the garden kids and I don't think she really thought of any of that before Woo's death. I really think she would have been like Till if she had Woo, one of two things keeping her there. Luka being the other.

Why is Luka the other? Well in this au there was no rock meaning that when Woo fell he just fell on grass. This was just a fight between friends and majority of the time those can be fixed. Yes I truly believe they were friends and I think they would have continued being friends had there been no tragic death.

So we have the trio. A great trio. A trapped trio. they can never escape because of Luka, he's too unwell to do so, maybe he could do it as an older teen or young adult but by then I think they'd reluctantly accepted it. Also from what little I've seen of him Woo seems like a protective brother and it would make sense to stay in the garden where they have a better chance of surviving than out there with Luka.

Now onto the performances! I think Phan would have the twins be a duo act because human families are very rare in this society, the concept of it and just actual blood relatives. Having a twin act, two humans with such a unique 'trait' and great chemistry only obtained through such a relationship would be great for ratings and popularity.

Like look at this video. It's phenomenal and overall amazing and would be no matter who it was who did this but the fact that these guys are twins make it more interesting to most. That's what Hyuna and Hyun Woo could have been.

Also just imagine team tournaments!! Till and Ivan, Mizi and Sua vs the undefeated twin duo (with sometimes Luka)

another thing that would be interesting would be Luka. I already said in another post how I respect his tactics since it's win or die and he's at an disadvantage already because of his health but I wonder if it'd change?

more or less ruthless? More because he has people to return to? Or less because those said people are understanding yet disapproving of his tactics? What would he be like if he was like the others and had a reason for living other than to simply exist?

But my biggest wonder is who would live and who would die? would Hyun Woo sabotage himself for Hyuna, not give it his all with Luka? Would Luka try to anger/provoke Hyun Woo into singing, would he try to seem like a danger to Hyuna to be put down? Would Hyuna say fuck it and go out in a blaze of glory trying to take down as many aliens as she could on stage before they shot her to pieces?

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FROM BEARUACRAT TO VILLAINESS: DAD'S BEEN REINCARNATED HAS JUST MADE ME REALIZE THAT THE NEVERENDING STORY AND NARNIA IS ISEKAI

Now actual spoilers for the show

episode 4 just made me fall in love with this show, nay, it has fulfilled my lifetime wish and desire for all isekai content and that is that the victim to truck-kun has a chance of going back to their loved ones.

whenever I see isekai and the mc had loved ones that are still alive I always feel a little sad or annoyed that the author hardly addresses it. They had a family, they had a life, and now its forever gone

but in this anime that is not the case!! Kenzaburou can come back! he can improve the life of the villainess and others and then go home to his loving wife and daughter! his family won't have to mourn him!

It's already such a fun concept but this twist really adds to it. It also makes me think that Grace is actually still there and merely fused with Kenzaburou, I mean the elegance cheat kinda gave me that idea as did the fact that he has all of her memories which doesn't happen that often in isekai like this.

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Storytelling is my profession. If I told you that in 2020 you would have thought I was a writer, children's novels, or perhaps a podcaster considering my age. Now when I tell people that, they give me a look of pity or a laugh.

Nothing tells the world that your a worthless nobody better than saying that.

I had just graduated when quarantine started. Took a gap year and just stayed home with the family doing nothing but rot on the couch for the most part. I wasted all of that precious time to learn something, anything, before the lockdown failed.

I always wondered what I could have done had I gotten a job before February 2021.

Maybe a dismantler in the recycling centre if I explored my interest in things like those building kits. Or maybe an extra hand in the tailor shop if I learned more about crocheting. Work in the kitchen if I baked more.

Of course I still wouldn't make much more. Hours would be shit. Especially in winter. Cold air makes the pain act up.

That's another thing I always wondered about. What if I fractured my ankle before The Fall? Gone to a hospital, gotten a cast or boot or whatever and let it heal properly. The possibilities are endless.

I would have made it onto the last bus. I wouldn't have been denied by every group I came across. I would have been able to use a bike. I would be able to fucking run.

...god I miss running.

Can't run. Can't scavenge. Can't do anything actually useful. Can't even do a job nobody wants because my ankle hurts halfway through the shift, nobody wants a slacker. Can't do nothing.

Nothing but tell stories.

It's mostly to children. Tell a story and if they like it they'll give me whatever they feel like. Sometimes they'll give me something for a request.

I tell them stories of the movies I loved, the shows I watched religiously, the anime I was shy to share, the books I forget the middle of. I tell them anything I think of.

It earns me enough. Enough to eat, to drink, but most importantly it earns me something far more valuable. I am rich in it while most in this town are in need of it.

I didn't know I had so much of it for quite some time. Not until I experienced my first winter after The Fall.

We never got much snow but I guess the drop in pollution did something? I don't know but ever since 2021 we've had so much of it here. My first winter like this there was easily a foot and I nearly lost a foot to frost bite.

I would have too had I not been allowed to stay in a family's horse stable that winter. They had passed my freezing body that day and dragged me in. This made news for the town as most ignore the freezing on the streets. Heartless inactions years ago now smart and the norm. You don't know who we are but you know what we are.

We are freezing. We are starving. We are desperate for more. We want more.

It's safer to ignore us than to trust us because you don't know us.

But in this case he did. Little Liam, one of my regular listeners. He vouched for me, told them I was the storyteller he went to, I had a bad leg, I was harmless. That was enough for his family to let me into their stable.

I am rich in trust. The children's specifically. They trust me and through them I have access to others.

I received a crutch that was to be scrapped from a carpenter after his niece told him I knew the ending to a show he never got to finish.

I received an old jacket from a tailor when she learned I was the one who kept her children interested in school with my tales of odd natural events.

By the second winter I had made myself an actual little business. People come to me for the endings of things they never finished. They come to me for stories they never started. They come to escape. New books are hard to come by after all.

By the third winter I actually managed housing. I was allowed to sleep in the bar as at night my tales were popular among the drunks. I was also a good enough shot and alarm system if anyone tried to break in. I was no longer one of the faceless on the street but a member of the town.

I was me again. A person.

Until some of our regulars tried to come in after hours. Our more influential regulars. I did my job, I heard the window break and shot a warning shot at the roof. I did my job, fired a warning shot, and lost my eye.

By the fourth winter I was back on the streets as a faceless nobody. My business was back to what it once was. A little sad entertainment for children for whatever scraps they managed to get from their parents.

They tried to help. The adults. But the regulars were influential. One was the head builder of this town, the one who built the walls. Another was one of the few doctors we had. Also they were just getting to know who I am. Now they're back to knowing what I am.

Never will they trust me as much as their children do for they know better. As they should.

I'm not a bad person. I'm not. I'm just a woman with a bad leg and no eye who is trying to do everything she can to survive in a new world.

I'm just telling them stories. About a monster who creeps into your body. Makes you act different. Loud, messy, angry, and gives off an awful smell (just like the regulars). Smells just like the monsters outside of town that bang on the walls (the monsters they've never actually seen). Smells a little like the drink that adults like to drink at the bar (the one I used to live at).

Don't worry, your parents will be fine (I know none of them ever drank like they did). Now remember the smell, the loudness, the anger, like the monsters. Do you know who to go to for help if you see these monsters (who have it ingrained to shoot first when a child could be in danger)? ...yes. That's right. You go to the patrolmen or your parents and tell them that a monster got them (exactly that, a monster got them).

The patrolmen will take care of them. They got the tools for it after all. Now go on. It's getting late and the monsters come out when it's dark...what about me? ...can I ask that you who live near my corner keep an eye on me through your window? ...thank you my little listeners.

By the fifth winter I live in the room above the bar. I have a jacket that fits me and doesn't have holes in it. I have a crutch that's my size. I have an eyepatch that has a book patch on it. I have gained weight, grown out my hair, and have a nightly routine where after I tell my last tale and close up the bar I enjoy a cup of tea while enjoying the view from my window.

My little corner where I slept. Where my little listeners, too scared to sleep, saw the monsters stagger towards me and woke up their families with screams of help.

No one was at fault. The parents only did what anyone else would do given the information they had. If you hear there's a monster, an infected, outside you shoot it. The children were not at fault for they were merely spooked from scary stories and possibly hearing infected from outside the walls. I was not at fault for how is a storyteller at fault for telling a story? I was not the one who pulled the trigger. I was not the one who told the children it was true. I just told them a story. Simple as that.