#I’m going to be the deadliest piece on the board

[aelinsattitude]

I would kill a man to be able to read all the iconic Aftg lines again for the first time.

[doesephs]

kevin day would not have changed the political landscape with “i’m going to be the deadliest piece on the board” if he wasn’t a smidge indigibaddie

[fairvstairs]

You just don't get him like I do.

Wymack pulled a bottle of vodka out of the bag and put it down beside Kevin. “You have ten seconds to inhale as much of this as you can. I’m timing you. Go.” It was alarming how much a man could drink when he needed an emotional crutch. Wymack had to pry the bottle from Kevin’s desperate fingers afterward.

Kevin was silent for an endless minute, then said, “You should be  Court.” It was barely a whisper, but it cut Neil to the bone. It was a resentful goodbye to the bright future Kevin had wanted for Neil. Kevin recruited Neil because he believed in  Neil’s potential. He brought him to the Foxes intending to make a star athlete out of him. Despite his condescending attitude and his dismissals of Neil’s best efforts Kevin honestly expected Neil to make the national team after graduation.

“Good thing you’re not there anymore.” “Jean still is.”

“Let Riko be King,” Kevin said, with the exaggerated enunciation of the thoroughly sloshed. “Most coveted, most protected. He’ll sacrifice every piece he has to protect his throne. Whatever. Me?” Kevin gestured again, meaning to indicate himself but too drunk to get his hand higher than his waist. “I’m going to be the deadliest piece on the board.”

Before he stepped on Kevin tapped the butt of his racquet against the floor and passed his stick to his other hand. He stroked to half-court head high and left-handed and the crowd went wild.  

[garlicbreadslice]

Do you guys ever think about Kevin Day. About the number on his cheek. About the horrors he survived to keep it there. The physical and psychological torture that he endured just so he could have the shiny number 2 tattooed on his cheekbone. How brave he was to go through all that.

How brave he must have been to let it go.

To say: I’m giving up my number, the one I’ve dehumanized and killed myself over. I’m giving it up, but my suffering for it wasn’t in vain.

To realize that he didn’t deserve the number 2, not because he was no longer second best without the Ravens, but because he had always been better than all of them.

He was the deadliest piece on the board.

[o-vera-nalyzing]

Hello, if you don't mind, can I ask your top 5 favorite moments each from AFTG and Haikyuu? And your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from each series? Why you love them? Thanks if you want to answer....

oooh ok this is hard cause my memory is shit but i can do this i got it💪💪💪

i’m gonna just start w top 5 fav moments from aftg and then i’ll reblog when i have more time and finish the other ones

top 5 fav moments from aftg:

kevin switching to his left hand in the ravens game omg i love him so fucking much

kevin’s scene after he gets the queen tat with his ‘deadliest piece on the board’ speech he ate sooooo bad what an icon

probably the scene w kevin and neil with the ‘you’ll train me?’ ‘every night’ part i love that sm

cliche but i gotta mention it, the riko roast is so good i always want a character to just go the fuck off and neil just does it so perfectly it’s just *chefs kiss*

and last but not least probably when andrew keeps hanging up on higgins that shit is so funny to me he simply doesn’t gaf

[ok555ficideas]

Second best

There is this bitter-sweet thing about a second place. You never win it, you lose it, you’re so close, yet never close enough. When you watch people on that podium, getting their medals, you can always see it. The bright, unapologetic, sometimes cocky smile of the winner and the relieved and proud expression on the third’s face, but the second just stands there. They applaud and they cheer and they smile, but look at their eyes, their eyes are empty. They always beat themselves up inside, they know that if they had just done a little bit more, pushed themselves a little bit harder, they would have won. They would have been on top, but instead they failed. 

Their silver medal serves as a reminder. It hangs heavy on their necks, it crashes their chests, until they can’t breathe. Its purpose is to push them, drive them to success, make them hungry for that gold, make them ruthless. 

But what if the medal doesn’t hang on your chest, what if it’s not just a metal piece on a string that you can take off wherever you want. What if it has been carved onto your skin and forced into your mind since you can remember, and you have to carry it with you wherever you go? 

The two tattooed on Kevin’s cheek is nothing like a silver medal. It doesn't drive him to success, it pushes him down, reminds him what that gold would cost him. What it had already cost him. His hand begins to tremble, he feels the phantom pain that the heavy racket had caused him all those months ago. He can’t endure that again, he knows his place. He is nothing, but a pawn in the king's game and he will always be that one step below. Looking up with an empty gaze, but Kevin will always know that it will never be his turn and that it has never been his fault. 

He is second not because he hadn't done enough, not because he hadn’t pushed himself harder, but because no matter how heavy the silver is, the gold would kill him. He would have died in the light of its glory from the hands that used to wield it. He would have begged for mercy, knowing that it wouldn’t be granted. 

The bottle stands in front of him, half empty; a cruel reminder of what he had let himself become. It clouds his judgment, it makes him brave, it makes him reckless. He takes a sip and it burns his throat, but it’s the only thing that brings him comfort. He is so used to the pain, so used to the blind obedience. His head is too heavy these days, too many thoughts, too many decisions that are left for him to deal with, too many actions that are not just thrust upon him, but are an active choice of his own free will. 

He hates it. 

The alcohol running through his veins makes it all go away, makes everything go quiet for just a moment. His head empty, his limbs lighter, his pain so much easier to carry. It makes him forget about the consequences. 

He is standing on that podium, the silver is hanging on his neck and Riko is looking down at him. Kevin wants to reach him, he knows he can. He knows that the second place doesn’t belong to him. HIs cheek burns, the metal is pulling him down, but he can take it off. He never thought that he could, but although his brain is slower, it has never felt so clear and focused. 

He is a pawn in the king’s game, that won’t change, that will be true till the day he dies, he will play this game, but he is done holding himself back. He reaches for his phone and dials, waiting for the coach to pick up. He is tired of making himself small, only for Riko to be able to look at him from above. 

He is going to make this one fight fair, even if it will make it his last. 

“Let Riko be King, most coveted, most protected. He’ll sacrifice every piece he has to protect his throne. Whatever. Me? I’m going to be the deadliest piece on the board.” 

[wheredidthe80sgo]

happy ‘let riko be king. I’m going to be the deadliest piece on the board’ day to people who celebrate

[fjalchions]

“Let Riko be King… Most coveted, most protected. He’ll sacrifice every piece he has to protect his throne. Whatever.

Me?… I’m going to be the deadliest piece on the board”

kevin. day. oh my GOD

[just-a-queer-person]

aftg quotes that make me aaaaahhhhhhjvdhdujgyjhghjhg

• "(...) this is nothing" - "and i am nothing" - "and as you've always said, you want nothing"

• "if it means losing you, then no" - "I hate you" - "You were supposed to be a side effect of the drugs" "I'm not a hallucination" - "you are a pipe dream"

• "I am not a pipe dream" - "I'm not going anywhere"

• 'Andrew's bottomless rage would never hurt Nathaniel, and that made all the difference in the world'

• "If you tell me to leave, I'll go." - "You aren't going anywhere,"

• "You are a Fox"

• "I told Neil to stay"

• honorary mention : "your neck fetish is not attractive." - "You like it," - "I like that you like it."

• honorary mention: "(...) You hate me, remember?" - "Every inch of you," - "That doesn't mean I wouldn't blow you."

(or, how it was canonically said, in german: "(...) Du hasst mich, erinnerst du dich?" - "Jeden einzelnen Zentimeter" - "Das heißt nicht, dass ich dir keinen blasen würde")

• honorary mention: "I hate you"

• honorary mention: "I'm fine"

• honorary mention: "You know, I get it. (...)"

• "Let Riko be King" - "Most coveted, most protected. He’ll sacrifice every piece he has to protect his throne. Whatever." - "Me? I’m going to be the deadliest piece on the board." "Queen,"

• "You gave me a key and called it home"

• "Thank you," he finally said. He couldn't say he meant thanks for all of it: the keys, the trust, the honesty and the kisses. Hopefully Andrew would figure it out eventually. "You were amazing."

• 'He'd come to the Foxhole Court every inch a lie, but his friends made him into someone real.'

• 'He was their family. They were his. They were worth every cut and bruise and scream.'

• 'He traced the outline of a key into his bloody, burnt palm with a shaky finger, closed his eyes, and wished Neil Josten goodbye.'

• "Neil Abram Josten", Neil murmured, and it felt like waking up from a bad dream.

• 'Better than that bright future was what he already had: a court that would always be home, a family who'd never give up on him, and Andrew (...)'

• 'This was everything he wanted, everything he needed, and Neil was never letting go.'

[apiratefellinlovewithastar]

“Morty was never one to fall in love easily.” baby boy baby

“he loved romance and dreamed of being in love with Jessica, but he never fell in love, not really.” hyperfixation my beloved

“Crush. "Innocent", childish crush that went away easily enough.” ❤️❤️❤️

“Nothing like the love he felt towards his own grandfather. The crushing need to be with him, to bury himself into him, to be held by him whatever means necessary. The overwhelming feeling of nothingness without Rick.” It’s called OTP because OH. THE PAIN.

“Never in a million years did he think he'd ever fall in love with him. He was rude and disgusting, heartless and uncaring, an alcoholic piece of shit, an addict, an asshole, every negative thing Morty could think of.” SO achingly delicious. We don’t choose who we love and I love that for my otps 🤌✨

“Rick was like a closed book that Morty craved to read, to know all of his secrets and everything that made Rick into Rick. He wanted to know his past, his present, his future, why he behaved the way he did, what were his dreams, what made him tick- // What he felt towards Morty. // His grandfather was full of (shit, yes, but also) mysteries and secrets, unresolved traumas and unsaid feelings. And Morty yearned to know every single one of them. // He wanted to move into Rick's heart, to feel his warmth, he wanted to be held close and never let go, not even if he was used as bait, a trash, or a venting board. All he wanted was to be Rick's everything. Like Rick was his everything.” SORRY BUT I JUST ADORE THIS SO MUCH BABE 😭😭😭 YOUR DESCRIPTION IS SO VIVID I LITERALLY WENT THROUGH MORTY’S EMOTIONS IN-DEPTH!!!!!!! brb gonna go eat glass

“he was a deprived little pervert who panted after his cold-hearted, genocidal, disgusting grandfather and all he wanted was to be used any ways Rick wanted” whew 🥵🥵🥵 so hot 🥵🥵🥵

“Rick slowly, but surely became warmer, more open; everything Morty ever wished for. The warmth in his eyes and the small, proud smile plastered on his face whenever he looked at Morty did something to the young boy's inside.” RICKBOT OUR BELOVED 🥹💙💙💙

AND THEN THE FLOWERS CAME!!!!!

“he never expected the flowers. Not Hanahaki. It was such a rare occurrence, mostly seen in overly dramatic tragedies, like Romeo and Juliet, but it existed. // And now Morty had been infected by one of the deadliest diseases in the universe.” yes yES YES!!!!!! ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTFUL!!!!!

Ay babe I wanna quote THE WHOLE THING!!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHH

“Before it was enough to just be near to Rick, but his warmth now attracted Morty to himself like a moth to a flame.” 😭🥹❤️

HE WAS RICK’S TENDER CARE!!!!!! HE WANTS HIS ARMS AROUND HIM!!!!! HE WANTS TO SIT ON HIS LAP!!!!! HE WANTS HIS PRAISES AND LOVE!!!!!!

HE JUST WANTS TO BE HIS LITTLE JUNEBUG!!!!! 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

Of course it is spank bank material 🤭❤️🥵

HELLO!!!!! BLACK DAHLIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOUR MIND BABE!!!!!!! YOU’RE A GENIUS!!!!!!!!!!!!😭😍🖤🖤 *DIPS YOU INTO A KISS AND SMOOCHES THE SHIT OUT OF YOU* 💗💗💗

“Everybody noticed his feelings, but as usual, they decided to ignore it.” I’m gonna kill them all <3

“Maybe they thought it was a crush. Maybe they thought it was nothing serious. But the flowers crawling up on his throat said otherwise.” [CHEF’S KISS]

“It symbolized the other meaning of the flower: betrayal. Dishonesty. Doom.” NNNGGGGHHHHH DELICIOUS

major character death my beloved ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Sometimes you just want to suffer but you want the right build up to it y’know? And you delivered it to me with a nice little bow called ‘gorgeous girlfriend wrote Hanahaki’ 🖤🖤🖤🖤

I LOVED IT BABE!!!!!!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE I MISSED IT!!!!!!!

I still won 🥰🥰🥰 now I can add that you’re my gf in my comments ❤️❤️❤️

Morty was never one to fall in love easily. Sure, he had his fair share of crushes and obsessions, but not love. Never love. Yes, he loved romance and dreamed of being in love with Jessica, but he never fell in love, not really. He assumed he was, but now?

Now he knew they were nothing. Jessica was just a flying fancy, like the others were. Pretty things to look at, admire their lovely hair and big tits, but… that's all the feeling was. Crush. "Innocent", childish crush that went away easily enough.

Nothing like the love he felt towards his own grandfather. The crushing need to be with him, to bury himself into him, to be held by him whatever means necessary. The overwhelming feeling of nothingness without Rick.

Never in a million years did he think he'd ever fall in love with him. He was rude and disgusting, heartless and uncaring, an alcoholic piece of shit, an addict, an asshole, every negative thing Morty could think of. Rick Sanchez was objectively the worst human being in the whole universe - and only not in the multiverse, because out of the other Rick Sanchezs, there might be a worse one.

Yet, for Morty, he was all of this - and more. So much more. His whole life, the meaning, the reason for his existence; his everything.

Rick was like a closed book that Morty craved to read, to know all of his secrets and everything that made Rick into Rick. He wanted to know his past, his present, his future, why he behaved the way he did, what were his dreams, what made him tick-

What he felt towards Morty.

His grandfather was full of (shit, yes, but also) mysteries and secrets, unresolved traumas and unsaid feelings. And Morty yearned to know every single one of them.

He wanted to move into Rick's heart, to feel his warmth, he wanted to be held close and never let go, not even if he was used as bait, a trash, or a venting board. All he wanted was to be Rick's everything. Like Rick was his everything.

He already had a crush on the old man - he was a deprived little pervert who panted after his cold-hearted, genocidal, disgusting grandfather and all he wanted was to be used any ways Rick wanted -, but ever since he took the sword, instead of being mad at Morty, like he assumed he would become, Rick slowly, but surely became warmer, more open; everything Morty ever wished for. The warmth in his eyes and the small, proud smile plastered on his face whenever he looked at Morty did something to the young boy's inside.

And then the flowers came.

He knew he had fallen, fast and deep, but he never expected the flowers. Not Hanahaki. It was such a rare occurrence, mostly seen in overly dramatic tragedies, like Romeo and Juliet, but it existed.

And now Morty had been infected by one of the deadliest diseases in the universe.

Ever since Rick spent most of his time with them, being so lovely and warm, loving and caring, giving them whatever they wanted, Morty couldn't stop himself from wishing for more. Before it was enough to just be near to Rick, but his warmth now attracted Morty to himself like a moth to a flame. Every time they were on an adventure, Morty wanted it to turn dangerous and bloody just to feel Rick's care, his arms around his as he carried Morty far away from danger. When they were watching TV, he wanted to sit on Rick's lap, just to be as close to him as he could. All he wanted to hear Rick's praises on how good boy he was, on how much he loved him-

His Junebug.

Morty would never confess - unless Rick asked him to. Then he would gladly do so. Anything for Rick -, but he came so many times because of that word, his cock was red and painful, rubbed raw.

He was so gone on Rick it wasn't funny. His throat was constantly itchy, his lungs contracting, his breathing shallow. The petals he coughed up felt like a joke - black dahlia. The symbol of eternal bond between two people, loyalty and power. It felt fitting.

Nobody noticed his feelings. Well, that was a lie. Everybody noticed his feelings, but as usual, they decided to ignore it. Maybe they thought it was a crush. Maybe they thought it was nothing serious. But the flowers crawling up on his throat said otherwise.

It got better before it became worse. The hugs between the two of them were initiated by Rick. He was so considerate, so lovely, Morty had fallen ever deeper. But it also gave him hope. Hope that maybe Rick reciprocated his feelings. That maybe it wasn't as one-sided as he thought. The petals were easy to control, he could fight them, stop them from being noticable. It was just a common cold.

But then…

But then.

The vines wrapped around his lungs were painful, squeezing his heart, making it hard to breathe. But he didn't want to breathe. Not anymore.

Because the Rick he has fallen for- the Rick he loved with his whole heart didn't exist. Not really.

It was a robot. A Rickbot, built by Rick, to- Morty didn't care for what. He only cared that the love of his life was nothing more than a program, destroyed by his family, like their trust in Rick was destroyed by the man himself.

Morty assumed the black dahlia was because of their strong bond. He was already planning his confession, almost sure Rick would reciprocate, and they would live happily ever after.

But no. It symbolized the other meaning of the flower: betrayal. Dishonesty. Doom.

The roots of the flower were prickling his heart; the vines wrapped around his windpipe were tearing him open, making it hard to breathe.

But that was for the best.

Laying in his bed, the flowers were forcing themselves out of his body, from his stomach to his throat, tearing through flesh and bones, until nothing was left of Morty, only a slowly decaying soil for a blooming black dahlia garden.

[ofhighever-arc]

@trustinginthelight​. jaskier ; ( from here )

             NOT THAT SHE HAD any doubt before --- what with the way he dressed and how he carried that musical instrument around like it was his choice of weapon --- but if she did, then listening to the way he SPOKE was a clear indicator that he was definitely a bard. or, at least, a minstrel. sometimes lily still struggled with what was which. 

            ❝ it’d be no imposition, really. ❞ in fact, any type of work usually helped her FOCUS on anything that wasn’t the hell inside her head. still, if not work, a conversation would do just fin as well. before she answered him, lily sat down as well and sighed.  ❝ it’s a pleasure to meet you, jaskier. i’m lillian cousland, but you may call me lily. ❞ he reminded her of someone, which caused her to be UNABLE to take her green eyes off of him. 

            lily just couldn’t put her finger on who it was that he resembled so.  ❝ are you headed to skyhold as well? ❞

[nxtgsvmcro]

Phoebe (Theia Kostas) Carter tag dump !

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  sentence  starters  of  various  quotes  that  can  be  said  from  the  villain.  looking  for  the  hero  version?  click  here.  )

❛ i’m the villain of your dreams! ❜

❛ what are you going to do when someone you save kills someone else in the future? ❜

❛ violence only breeds more violence. ❜

❛ you were right. i never did become a hero. ❜

❛ it takes a monster to destroy a monster. ❜

❛ i wonder which will get you killed faster: your loyalty or your stubbornness? ❜

❛ they fear me because i fear nothing. ❜

❛ rome wasn’t built in a day, but it burned in one. ❜

❛ i’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams. ❜

❛ better a monster than an arrogant god. ❜

❛ i am a monument to all your sins. ❜

❛ ugh, spare me the heroic monologue. let’s just fight. ❜

❛ if the world chooses to become my enemy, i will fight like i always have. ❜

❛ i’m standing in the ashes of who i used to be. ❜

❛ how many people have to die because you can’t break your code? ❜

❛ power belongs to those who take it. ❜

❛ i do very bad things, and i do them very well. ❜

❛ i wasn’t given a choice. ❜

❛ i am my own demon. ❜

❛ you don’t know what i’m capable of. what i’ve done. ❜

❛ underestimate me. that’ll be fun. ❜

❛ the question isn’t who is going to let me, it’s who is going to stop me. ❜

❛ if i cannot bend heaven, then i will raise hell. ❜

❛ but what if i choose the darkness instead? ❜

❛ i have no desire to clear my name in your book of fiction. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t have buried me. i’m not dead. ❜

❛ i am going to be the deadliest piece on the board. ❜

❛ tell the wolves, i’m home. ❜

❛ they’re dangerous? well unfortunately, so am i. ❜

❛ i could set this world on fire and call it rain. ❜

❛ no one notices your tears, or your pain. but they notice your mistakes. ❜

❛ don’t trust my smile. ❜

❛ i am the tall dark stranger those warnings prepared you for. ❜

❛ i may be heartless, but you’re naive. ❜

❛ nothing is stronger than a person with a broken heart and a smiling face. ❜

❛ i win because i don’t know how to lose. ❜

❛ say goodbye to the old me. ❜

❛ i’m only just getting started! ❜

❛ i’ll survive. somehow i always do. ❜

❛ tell lies about me. i’ll tell the truth about you. ❜

❛ i’m not a god. not yet. ❜

❛ i’ll wear your hate like war paint. ❜

❛ don’t bark if you can’t bite. ❜

❛ the deeper you dig, the darker it gets. ❜

❛ i’m everything you can’t control. ❜

❛ i hope you regret giving up on me. ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ you call yourself a hero? ❜

❛ maybe i’ve always been more comfortable in chaos. ❜

❛ you already know how this will end. ❜

❛ people pay you less attention to you when you don’t leave a trail of bodies in your wake. ❜

[teashopwritingzz]

Hello! My I request a scenario where the Octavinlle trio got a hold of fem! Reader’s search history, courtesy of Idia? They expected to find something embarrassing for blackmail material, but instead they find some… unsettling searches. Affects of poison, how to make poison, mind of a murderer, how to get away with murder and so on. I’m quite sure they don’t know reader is an aspiring writer…

Sorry if this is too long I’m new here and this is only my second request smsmssk

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Oh, hello!! This is an interesting request and it’s not too long, so I’ll be glad to fulfill this order! The perks of being a writer comes with questionable search histories…

Also I’m glad I finally have a Jade request, was shocked no one requested him till now

Here’s your order! Three cups of tea; One True Blueberry Tea, one Honeysuckle Peach Tea, and one Honeysuckle Iced Tea served with a Chocolate Cupcake decorated with Vanilla Mummy Frosting! Enjoy~!

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Azul Ashengrotto

~ Being ‘friends’ with his board-game club member came with a few perks. If Azul was curious about something, he could bribe ask Idia for some searching and research. 

~ This time, Azul had noticed that you would be so absorbed in researching something, both on your phone and your computer devices. He grew a little curious about it, but he had no experience in these kinds of devices whatsoever. Maybe you were looking at some valuable information~.

~ So, he kindly asks Idia to help him out promising to get him a limited edition figurine of his favorite anime character from that one anime he loves so much with his curiosity. And does that hacker deliver, now Azul has bits and pieces of your search history! And what he finds is… Shocking.

~ Drowned victim, do bodies sink, how long can one hold their breath, etc. He nearly dropped Idia’s phone in shock! This couldn’t be true, there was no way you were planning something so… Horrific! He had to go get an explanation, he wanted to know what you were plotting. Little did he know, all you were doing was doing research for your story…

Jade Leech

~ Much like Azul, he got quite curious about what you were looking at on your phone, as if you were looking something up. Of course, being the sketchy man he was, he wanted to find a way to get that information. He can’t help it, he’s just too curious~.

~ He too went to Idia, almost begging for his help. It came off as… Suspicious and almost threatening to poor Idia, so he agreed just to get the eel man away from him. Now Jade can read your search history and find out what had you curiously looking at your phone!

~ He wasn’t expecting such… Scary searches, though. Deadliest poison, effects of poison, fast-acting poison, and so on. It was quite a shock to Jade, he never thought someone like you could look something like this up. But at the same time, it was so… Amusing~.

~ Now, why would you look all of this up? You knew full well Jade had quite a bit of knowledge with these kinds of things, you won’t need a silly phone when you have him! He’ll smile and go searching for you, eager to explain the details of poisonous plants to you in full detail, be prepared for unsettling facts! But hopefully they’ll help with your story?

Floyd Leech

~ What’s this? Is Shrimpy looking at her phone instead of him? Can’t be doing that, what’s got you so distracted, anyway~?

~ Instead of going to the resident blue gamer or even wanting information, Floyd here will just straight up snatch your phone to see what you’re looking at, ignoring you protests. As he laughs and glances at your phone, he stops when he reads what you looked up.

~ Strangle marks? How to properly choke someone?? Loki’s death scene??? What was all this? He grew confused, glancing at you then back at your phone. Was there something you were keeping from him and the others, Shrimpy?

~ He’d grin and tease you about your questionable searches. Were you wanting someone squeezed and strangled? Well, you don’t need to look up stuff like that when you’ve got the master of squeezes right here! He’ll ignore your explanations of your writings and laugh about how much fun you’ll both have!

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[cupidspsycho]

i’m going to be the deadliest piece on the board

(i got a queen tattooed on the inside of my thumb so it lines up on my cheekbone, just like my favourite kevin day)

[eyesoffthemaud]

❛ i am going to be the deadliest piece on the board. ❜ eri

Eri.

That was the name given to her by someone long forgotten. Stark white hair and blood-red eyes stared into the boring dull ones of her “rescuer” as they each analyzed each other through the vanity mirror.

Curiosity bubbled in his fingertips as he combed through the knots in her hair. The tension in the air was so thick it could be cut with a knife, but the wavering insecurity and insecurity of if they were brave enough to slice it in an attempt to talk to the girl.

Her little fingers were what looked like red paint. Izuku knew better though.

“Why did you save me?” She asked.

“…I’m not sure.”

The wrinkle in her brow at the non-answer made him want to laugh awkwardly. Tugging his fingers through a particularly nasty knot, the two were back at square one of just…staring at each other.

“Why do you think you were saved?” The man asked.

“I’m valuable I guess.” She croaked.

“You could put it that way.”

As the man finishes the last few knots in Eri’s hair, he leaves her in the room directing her towards an adjacent bathroom with a change of clean clothes. The bath almost emptying the young girl’s brain of the anguish and turmoil of the past couple of hours. Images of the now-deceased members of the Shie Hassaki burned themselves into her eyelids. Their ghosts clinging onto her as the last thing that would keep their living memory burning.

Eri didn’t care, however. Something dark and twisted forms in her like a diamond under pressure. She wasn’t sad, or upset that her situation was one of much anguish. That she suffered at the hands of a mad man who thought they could play God and get away with it scot-free. No…She was angry that he got away. Like the rat he was, Chisaki scrambled in order to save himself.

Eri wouldn’t let him go through. She would find him and hunt him down like the dog he is. Much like a game of chess in which you attempt to take out the highest powers to win. For many years Eri was horrid at this, always losing. Except for this time, Chisaki was sure to lose.

Grabbing her towel, Eri stares at herself in the mirror. Resolve to settle in like the steam from the bath.

“I am going to be the deadliest piece on the board…just you wait.”