#*a yes

[bergselise]

[canetteto]

Just what is living? -Dazai Osamu

[allo-frouto]

Kisses

Many.

[goldensunset]

you! tumblr user!

[noodles-and-tea]

Last one from the archives

[dashcon-two]

Prepare yourself.

[h-didanart]

To be honest, he had heard the news earlier that day. It was through the fog leftover of the “medications” however, so he hadn’t exactly paid attention to the news. A confrontation in the southeast corner of the city was all he had heard at that time.

Apparently the theatre troupe had tried to burn a tagging facility down, whether the people inside survived or not was not on the report, as was usual, but he’d be willing to bet they did.

The group had tried escaping but one of them got caught. FoxTrail, the distraction. Out of the mask known as Theo Raphael Saintclaire— well, previously known as while they were still in the system.

It had been years since they had seen one another face to face, a couple days since they last texted. Dan knew they were in danger, they knew they were in danger, but they liked doing what they did, sticking the middle finger to the assholes who see no value to their lives but their Ability.

He hadn’t known it was them when he first heard the news. But now, in the cafeteria, no longer numb to it all, he overheard that conversation. And he turned to see Chrome standing on a table, recounting the tale as if it was some sort of conquest.

God how he hated that face.

He quietly left the cafeteria, walking as far away from it as he could, and entered a random bathroom. He sat slumped against the door, staring straight at the wall, burning tears running down his face. He didn’t know what was the worst part of it all, the fact his twin was gone, or the fact their death wouldn’t even be paraded around as some sort of symbol of superiority. He knew his parents would not let any information about Theo escape to the public, he knew they’d just be another casualty in this goddamn fucking game they were just pawns in. Unfair it was. So unfair. How he wished he could burn it all.

A cold sensation rested on his shoulder. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was, even though him acting was surprising, Nycto was even worse at emotions than him. Why would he even bother to comfort him?

“You still have that poisoned spike, yes?”

Dan let out a breath, bringing a hand to rub his eyes.

“It’s a needle, and it’s not poison it’s a sedative”

“So it is a yes?”

He turned to glare at the ghost.

“What’s your point?”

“Revenge”

Well… he shouldn’t have been surprised at that. Though it was a rather alluring suggestion, even if it’d be a misuse of his resources. But then again, he really only ever used them against those who threatened who he loved, and he’s fairly certain murder oversteps threatening.

Guess it was settled then.

He wouldn’t call this luck but he’d be lying if he said the ghosts attached to Chrome weren’t useful. Extremely sad they were stuck with his ass though, such lovely ladies they were. They told him about his habit of drinking in excess when successful in missions and of his favorite place. And with that he had a plan.

At twelve thirty pm that day, Chrome left the local pub. And at one, his unconscious body “fell” into the city’s river.

Dan watched the bubbles rise as his body plummeted down the river. Not only had he sedated the bastard, but also made sure he’d sink to the bottom, and maybe applied the old ‘air injection’ trick. Like it would matter, he was the only physical medic around, without any obvious injuries the body would be passed to him to examine, and he’d be surprised at the “incredibly high” alcohol level on his blood. Or better yet, they’d straight up rule it an accident if the body was found mildly eaten and with chunks missing.

Dan sighed. He glanced at the spirits watching the water next to him, now able to rest. He supposed that was good too.

He looked back at the river now wondering if he could find his twin in their afterlife. He’d have guessed they’d have gotten attached to him as well, even if them going through a violent death made his gut turn, but he hadn’t seen their face. There was the chance they were attached to the place as well, but that really only happened in resting places. No, no, Theo would definitely love their resting place being a dilapidated garden overrun with fire lilies. They’d be so happy. He chuckled thinking of them and how their ghostly not life would go.

After a while he stopped, and looked at the water once more. Maybe he should’ve fled with them. Maybe then he could burn it all down without a care. He tapped on the bridges ledge, his thoughts weren’t fun anymore.

Curiously, he took out his secret phone and texted his best friend, he could really use the company at the moment. Not a second later and he got an answer. Good. With one less loved one what he needed the most was another. He put the phone away and walked to his friend’s place, a feeling of gratitude washing away some of the sorrow.

You and your twin are opposites in this world of heroes and villains. One a villain, another a hero. You just heard one of your colleagues talk about how they killed your twin.

[tododeku-or-bust]

Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.

[planefood]

When was the last time you ate something green and NO GREEN M&M'S DON'T COUNT

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[cao-tick]

Singh *goes for it*

[It reads:

.A plane

A building Another building

.]

neopronouns are getting so crazy wtf is 9/11

[allo-frouto]

Hm would you enjoy being eaten out right now?

Very much so.

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

stop using chatgpt!!!! take a bronze pin and carve your questions onto an ox scapula, then toss it into the fire!!!! use the cracks to divine the gods answer!!!!

[afniel]

This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.

[aropride]

interaction i have with shocking regularity is when someone’s complaining abt someone they know and theyre like “ughh they’re 21 and dont have a job and refuse to learn to drive” and then they remember who they’re talking to (me. 21 cant work cant drive) and go like