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[telepieta]

@dnangelic / replied .

❝ HUH ? ❞

[psycadenza]

the narrative says he HAS to die .

[telepieta]

❝ wait ... Felicity's dating someone ? since when ? ❞

[psycadenza]

@novaragno / continued.

❝ I know . ❞ he knows EVERYTHING . he saw it in Miguel’s mind — a grief not unfamiliar . a conversation that lead into … something . something he’d been PREVENTED from remembering, a barrier deep in his mind . ever since he searched Miguel, he’s been clawing at the recesses in his BRAIN, trying desperately to fight against the HOLD that had been implanted there . ( the ONE difference between himself and the original . )

… he was STRONG . he knew her . he KNEW her mind better than anyone else’s . ❝ that man … that LAB … he doesn’t want me to know about it — when I leave, I FORGET — ❞

his hands shake . his body stays firmly in place . maybe for Felicity’s benefit, maybe out of his own TERROR . ❝ — you’re the reason I even knew I had something to break free from . ❞

❝ if he FINDS OUT that I know, he’ll kill me . … just like he did the first time . ❞

❝ I NEED YOUR HELP . ❞ it has to be her . he doesn’t know who else he could ask .

[telepieta]

tristan you need to stay away from that boy but only when he's purple

❝ is that the " man behind the slaughter " everyone keeps talking about ?? ❞

[psycadenza]

" it's kinda telling when you guys can't keep off of each other too, yeah . "

" also i don't know who those people are so the metaphor means nothing to me . "

❝ oh so what, PAINTING YOUR MUSE IS WEIRD, NOW ?! i'm not seeing you call dante rossetti a WEIRDO for painting LIZZIE SIDAL all the time. ❞

[psycadenza]

❝ ALRIGHT, sound off, who’s not dead ? ❞

[telepieta]

"They're weighted. It's supposed to help whenever you're anxious. Yellow reminds me of you and.. I don't think bees are really aware just how important they are to the world and their colony. They should be."

I was saving this one for last because I wanted him to open the more thoughtful gift first. "I also got you this. I feel like it's more self explanatory."

"Feliz Navidad, sobrino."

❝ oh, tío ... !! es perfecto !❞

yes, he's CRYING and blubbering over them, holding both in his arms . he's going to put the bee right where he can see it every day on his bed, and put on the hoodie as soon as he can .

but first he runs forward to bury his face in miguel's chest, hugging tightly . ❝  happy holidays, Miguel ... !! I love it . I love you ...❞

[psycadenza]

@vitrumbra : taro / short starter call .

" hey, i got a question . " said while lying on his back, tired eyes closed .

" have you ever had a crush on anybody ? "

[psycadenza]

the iron grip of the appendage found purchase on his neck, slamming him back against the wall . he couldn't even gasp, he could only struggle and stare in terror .

" m - mom - " he choked . please, don't . i thought we were finally going to be a family . i love you .

a sudden lift of his arm, and web engulfs her face . in the moment she recoils, he tears the arm from his neck . another web yanks him forward, slinging him into another head start . and he darts further and further through the halls of the lab . finally, he spots a window . there was no time to search for a proper exit . he had to make sure she couldn't follow .

" i'm sorry ! i'm so sorry ! " he doesn't know if the scream is for himself or for his mother .

a nearby chair is grabbed with a web, and slung through the glass . a SHATTER echos through the winding trails of corridors . and tristan truesdale - psy/der - leaps through . into the city . into his element, not hers .

NOT HERS .

...

goodbye .

As soon as his web shooter misses, she slams into the wall besides him, it was a slow rise, a slow stability, but she was slowly getting her head back into the game. How had he even know...Of course, of course, psy/der, it was right in the name. She knew that.

A grimace befalls over her face when she hears the response, he didn't want this, then why was he still FIGHTING HER?

" you know i don't want to hurt you, tristan- "

As soon as her words fell from her lips, another of her tentacles shot like a bullet towards his neck. She hated to do it, now more than ever--before it was just a spider, this wasn't just a spider now.

" why won't you just listen to me? don't you want to be happy, don't you want me to be happy WITH you? "

Be a good son, and stop struggling.

[telepieta]

tristan help me i need to make a mixtape

@novaragno :

❝ oh, um, okay ... ! I just have ... o - one question . what's a mixtape ? ❞

[psycadenza]

❝ it’s kinda dawned on me that I’m INVISIBLE at the society, too . ❞

long pause .

❝ not that I’m upset about it ! ❞

[telepieta]

NEGATIVE FEEDBACK .

stolen from @experthiese

[psycadenza]

maybe this was how it was meant to be . it didn't feel fair, dying so young . and yet, he had a bit of comfort as he went, warmth before the cold, a song before silence .

tristan's body began to lose any strength it had left .

" thank you ... " the softest of gratitude . " it's ... okay . " it was .

he manages to say . he thinks about his parents . and his brother . if he'll see them again . or if this is it . ... how unfair it was to get such comfort he'd craved his whole life in his last moments . ... maybe it was enough .

it was all so unfair .

tristan doesn't speak after that . doesn't open his eyes, doesn't move . and the last of his warmth drains away . and he's left empty .

gone .

Kamado closed her eyes and let the memory float up to the surface.

She's lying down, head on Ushi's thigh. The sun is warm and bright, but the ocean breeze and shade of their umbrella keeps them comfortable. Ushi and Nadine are talking animatedly, laughing at something Kamado can't quite make out. The waves and gulls and children laughing all meld together in a lullaby. Everyone she loves is here, and she's safe. Content, she lets herself slowly drift off...

"...I th - think it's time for me to go to sleep."

Kamado could feel his exhaustion taking over.

"You'll stay here t - till I am ... right ? I don't want to be alone."

She nodded, blinking away tears.

"Of course. You'll never be alone again."

Kamado let herself feel her warmth and affection for him in full, that Tristan might be surrounded by it as he faded.

[psycadenza]

“ why would I love someone if they turned into a worm ?? How would that even happen ?? “

[telepieta]

this is over when i say it's over .

( esinisex )

@esinisex :

CULT CLASSICS — accepting !!

❝ um, I don’t mean to impose, but — ❞

psy/der backs up into a wall, crawling enough of a distance up to be difficult to reach . they continue to timidly speak as they work their way to the ceiling .

❝ I sort of have prior obligations in about twenty minutes — ❞ he has a math test to get to, ❝ — would it be TOO MUCH to ask for you to say it’s over in the next … few minutes or so ? ❞

they stumble a bit, trying their best to not let the SINISTER INTENTIONS, the black and red oozing evil of the man’s mind infect their own . the seven- eyed mask blinks painfully . the mad doctor’s presence is strong, trained, DANGEROUS . most aren’t even aware they can effect psy/der by prodding at their mind, but …

❝ it’s okay if not, it would just be kind of nice . I’d ask you to try and understand, but — you seem like the type of person to make your own WORK HOURS . vigilantism doesn’t mean my schedule’s always open . ❞