#When Wille understood and regretted what he did he went to a podium and did a confessional speech

[marieispink]

To everyone claiming August redemption I still don't remember him fucking apologizing to Simon. Is he a better person now? Yes. Does it make it right? No. Does it make it okay putting a sex offender in a throne? Nope. Especially one that only seems to regret the damage he's done to his upper class victim. I said what I said.

That being said I really hope for a scene between Simon and August. I've been wanting that the whole season. Imagine how interesting.

[screamingcrows]

Note: This was supposed to be a 50 word shitpost, I hate myself. Born from a mixture of being exposed to too much Dr. Ratio art tonight and being a massive coward. Not proofread because this is my 20th hour awake.

Warnings/tags: suggestive, student/teacher, miscommunication, comfort, age gap (reader is university student and Ratio is probably 35 is my bet?)

Minors, ageless, blank blogs will be blocked DNI

Thinking about attending one of Dr. Ratio's classes, and you're a little confused but you've got the spirit. Ultimately, due to a bunch of external turmoil in your life, you end up getting a poor result on a test, prompting him to call you over after class.

With shaky hands, you head up to the podium as your classmates file out, taking the white noise with them and leaving you alone to face his disappointment. It didn't help how badly you'd like to perform well, impress him, hear him praise you.

With your hands rubbing your eyes, an apology had already begun taking shape on you tongue, it never made it past your lips.

"It's come to my attention that you've been struggling with the latest addition to our curriculum, and seeing as you-"

"I really tried, okay? It just- I haven't had enough time and everything went to shit and and-" you can barely get the words out, heart lurching at how much it hurt, wanting nothing more than plead with him to let you stay.

Tears stung in the corners of your eyes, vision blurry already. Probably for the better so you wouldn't risk looking up and seeing his disappointment. You kept your gaze down even as he cleared his throat barely able to focus on the sound. He continued in a strangely gentle tone, it felt almost out of place.

"As I was saying; seeing as you generally perform above average, it stood to reason that something had impeded your studies. If it could interest you, you are welcome to come by my office to brush up."

And that's how you found yourself anxiously pacing back and forth in the hallway a couple of days later. Your attire left little to the imagination, wanting to make sure he didn't regret giving you a chance. After all, his words had been oozing with subtext, right?

His reaction left something to be desired, merely coughing into his hand before turning his head away, beckoning you inside. It was a tense affair, sitting across from him and trying to keep still as he began lecturing. At some point he slid a sheet of questions across the desk for you, observing as you tried to solve them and gently nudging you to the correct methods.

"Doctor? I thought we were, you know, that you'd raise my grade if I uhm..." your voice faltered, seeing him pointedly look away only made your confusion more apparent.

"There was never a promise of raising your grade, this was meant as an offer if you were interested. And as for what you were trying to accomplish with that," he gestured towards you, voice sounding a little strained, "it goes against not only the regulations at this insitution, but most certainly also my own moral compass."

A beat of silence turned into two as shame spread in your body. Of course he hadn't meant it like that. And how did you come up with the idea that he'd offered to raise your grade? This was awful. Maybe dropping his class would be for the better.

"With that being said, I am willing to overlook this little incident if you truly wish to understand. Leaving now won't reflect poorly on your final grades."

It took a couple of minutes of contemplation, but you decided to stay, gratefully accepting the cardigan he slid off his shoulders and handed you, pulling it around your body. He'd looked pleased when you accepted the proposition, a pleasant smile passing over his face before he went back to making sure you not only knew, but understood every part of the theories.

You'd been so relieved when you'd finished, a spring to your step as you waved and left, confirming you'd like to continue next week if he had time. He'd been so pleased by your smile that he couldn't bring himself to ask for his garment back, you'd realise in time and bring it back.

As soon as the door was closed, he was able to stand up from his desk, smile vanishing as his hands gripped the wood tightly, barely able to stifle a groan. He did feel bad for the hardness pressing against his pants, but not enough that the thought of relieving himself didn't cross his mind. It would be a long semester.

[robbyrobinson]

Shattered Innocence (Pt. 6 - Remade)

"24600! You have a visitor!" exclaimed a warden.

Rita's eyes shoot open upon hearing the warden's threatening voice. Yawning, she picked herself up from her bed, and stretches. In the place of her usual attire was an orange jumpsuit uniform. Branded on her shirt was her identification number. Everything happened so fast, it was hard for Rita's mind to absorb it all. It had been a week since Lincoln was abducted and brutally murdered. Immediately afterward, she and her husband were arrested for child neglect, and were sentenced to life in prison. With all that time in prison, Rita thought back to that situation, regretting how she didn't notice the warning signs. As a mother, her duty was to love all of her children equally, but she failed even that due to how she treated her son. Rita remembered how she held Lincoln when he was born, and how she had sworn to always look after him. That same child would soon end up being unfairly evicted from his home and killed before his life truly began. Rita was ashamed with herself. How could she have been so foolish to let this happen to her son? She should've been more unbelieving of the claim that he was bad luck, she should've taken his side, but she didn't even bat an eyelid when it was suggested that they sell all of his furniture as a precaution.

The only thing that she could remember about her son now was the saddened look he had on his face when she slammed the door on him. It pained her even now to even think back on it. Rita follows the warden to a small room, and she sits down in a chair. In front of her was a glass window. Across from her, she saw an elderly man. She immediately knew who it was just by his hair.

"Dad..."

Albert and Rita stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Rita drops her head out of shame to avoid his glance. After a few minutes fly by, Albert sighs, and picks up the phone. Rita quietly picks up her phone as well.

"I had that dream again" sighed Albert.

Rita was confused by his ominous comment. "Dream?"

"Of when I had first taken Lincoln fishing. I remember it as though it were yesterday. I picked him up just before the crack of dawn, and we took a boat down to the creek. I can still smell the crisp air as it tickled my face. Lincoln was so determined to get a fish that he never gave up, even when he ended up catching shoes, bottles, and whatever else people throw into the creek." Albert stopped momentarily to laugh. "But then, just before we left, Lincoln caught something. Yeah, it was a small and scrawny minnow, but Lincoln was so happy with himself. Happiness was practically radiating from him. Yes, that was the dream I had."

Rita frowned. "Dad, I'm so sorry for everything. Every time I go to sleep, I can only see the feeling of betrayal on Lincoln's face." Her voice began to break. "I knew that it was a bad idea to lock him out. I don't know why I didn't go with my gut that night..."

Albert sighed restlessly. "Rita."

Rita understood that tone in his voice. Not once had her father expressed any hatred towards her for what she had done to his grandson. Rather, she realized that he was deeply disappointed in her for her involvement. Worse, she realized that he only called her by her birth name instead of saying anything to the line of "daughter" or "dear." Not only was Albert upset with her, but he was even trying to avoid identifying her as his daughter. This realization made her feel even more miserable.

Albert rubs his forehead. "Rita, I thought I raised you better than that. I taught you responsibility and attentiveness. I honestly thought that I was doing my hardest to prepare you for adulthood, but all I see is an immature young girl who would believe in some rumor that their children were spreading."

Rita said nothing afterward. His words pierced her heart. All that he had said was absolutely true. She was supposed to be the responsible adult, and yet she became ensnared with this nonsense. It was a sin that she couldn't even hope to repent from.

Albert stood up from his chair. "His funeral starts at 3 in the evening. I'm honestly concerned about your other children's predicament." Albert sighs again "I only pray that they don't reap what you have sewn."

Albert gently places the phone back on its hook, and exited through the door. All things considered, this may as well be the last time that Rita would ever see her dad. After all, he isn't going to live forever. As she meditated on these thoughts, the warden manifests behind her, rudely prying her out of her train of thought.

"Back to your cell, 24600!"

Rita picks herself up from her seat, and reluctantly follows the warden back to her cell. Along the way, she saw her husband sitting in his cell bed, his hands clasped over his face. It didn't take much to figure out that he was in deep mourning. Rita and the warden travel all the way down the hall, and he opens the cell door for her.

"You people make me sick" states the warden "people like you deserve to rot behind these bars." He slams the door in front of Rita, and walks up the deep, dark hallway. Rita burst into tears the moment he left.

Cars lined the street of the funeral home when the clock struck 3. Never had there been such a showing in all the years of the town. The Loud family arrives to the funeral home not too long afterward. Despite the huge crowd, they found a place to park, and they all entered into the funeral home. Besides Lucy, all of the Loud sisters were wearing black. Ever since the death of their only brother, the life was practically drained from each of the sisters. None of the girls engaged in their typical activities. Luna had permanently locked her bass away, Luan discontinued her funny business much to the despair of her potential clients. Lisa not only put her tools into storage, but some of the money that she had earned went into the making of the funeral. To her, it was the least she could do.

The girls had invited as many people as they could to attend the service, most of them being the families of the Royal Woods Stalker's victims. The McBrides had also agreed to pay their condolences, but Clyde made it clear to them that he was only coming so that he could pay his respects to his late best friend, and that he intends on permanently severing his ties with them once the funeral is over. As for the Santiago family, they were prohibited from attending. Ever since that fiasco that Ronnie Anne had with Lynn in regards to her boyfriend's death, who knew what she would do if she were to see Lynn again at the funeral? That, and Bobby wouldn't have been able to bear watching Lincoln's coffin into the ground. Lincoln was like a brother to him; seeing him being laid to rest would practically haunt him for the rest of his life. Given how Lincoln's body was discovered to have been in such a violent condition, Aunt Ruth requested that coffin be remained closed, fearing that her nieces would psychologically break down if they were to lay their eyes on his lifeless corpse. The Loud family find their seats, and they sit down. The funeral began shortly afterward.

The pastor preceding over the funeral walked up to the stand and directly faced the assembly. He straightens up his glasses before speaking. "We are gathered here today to bid farewell to Lincoln Loud, who is survived by his ten sisters." The pastor looks over at the family. "Given recent updates to his case, we will leave it at that. Anyway, let's begin. Who shall go first?"

Silence overtook the room as the pastor scanned the room for a volunteer. The sisters gave each other a forlorn look before Lori stands up from her seat. "I'll go."

The preacher nods knowingly. He makes room for Lori as she took the stage. Lori looks at her sisters and the rest of the crowd. Her hands shook as she felt her emotions building from within her. Lori sighs. "OK...I never thought I'd have to speak at my brother's funeral, but here I am. To start with, Lincoln was more than just my younger brother, he was thoughtful, he was always there whenever we needed help, he was always so generous. He was even willing to put up with us even when we turned him away." Lori's voice began to break when she could no longer withhold her sorrow. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that Lincoln was more than a brother; he was my friend, and I'm going to spend the majority of my life missing him."

Lori began to weep bitterly, and gripped onto the podium. Luna walks up to her and rubs her back. "We're all gonna miss him, sis." She tried to sound reassuring, but even she was overcome with sadness. Lori is led off the stage thus leaving Luna to go next.

"I remember how I used to hold Lincoln when he was a baby." Luna tops momentarily, sniffling. "Ever since then, I had a good relationship with him. I even helped to make his first concert experience amazing. He was always there to support me and my dreams, and yet here I am now, and I can't even begin to cover how much he did for me."

Luan was next. "When he was my assistant, it seemed that my business was skyrocketing." Luan's lower lip quivers. "Now that he's gone, business had never been the same. No one can replace him."

Lucy followed suit. Luan lowers the microphone to her eye level and steps back. "Normally I enjoy going to funerals, but I never thought I would have to come to my brother's." As she spoke, there was some noticeable emotion in her usually monotonous tone. "I confided in Lincoln to keep my darkest secrets under lock and key. He had done so much for me, but I'll never get to repay him for it." She drops her head. Even though she kept her eyes hidden away under her bangs, tears streaked down her cheeks, wetting them.

Each sister each shared a few words about Lincoln, the sole exception being Lynn herself. Lynn couldn't bring herself to say anything slightly positive about her brother. Why should she? Everything that had transpired was her fault. Despite it being only a week since Lincoln's death, she still felt largely responsible for setting everything into motion. She tried to browse her mind for any good times that she had with her brother, but to her horror, she couldn't subconsciously find anything. All those moments with Lincoln only benefited her and her alone. Before this, she treated Lincoln badly by bullying him. She thought that it was all in good fun; it never crossed her mind that she could've been wrong about this until it was too late. "If Lincoln were to look at her now, what would he think of me she asked herself."

After the family had shared a word about Lincoln, others were allowed to share their thoughts. Eventually, the pastor gave the benediction, and the undertakers are given the signal to take the coffin to its final resting place. The undertakers carefully pick up the ends of the coffin, and they began to march with it. They manage to place the coffin in the back of the car when the twins run up towards two of the undertakers and cling onto their legs.

"Please, don't take our brother away from us!" they screamed in unison.

The undertakers sighed irritably, and they shook the girls off their legs before heading into the car. The car drones awake, and it drives off with Lincoln's coffin in the back. The twins were devastated.

Ruth walks up to the two girls, and pats their heads. "Okay, girls, I think we've seen enough."

The girls walk off with Ruth. Initially, Lynn stayed behind to silently grieve for her brother before being called.

Whilst the girls were leaving, they come into contact with a man. To say that the man was bizarre looking was an understatement. He seemed to have sunken eyes, and he was overly skinny so much so, that his clothes seemed to flow loosely from his body. His hair was practically non-existent. He had thin strips of gray hair along the sides of his head, but his chrome was bare. In fact, his entire head could pass as a raisin. He looked tentatively at the girls before a smile spread across his face, wrinkling at the tips. He apparently hadn't heard of a toothbrush as his teeth were unnaturally yellow.

"Sorry for your loss" says the mysterious man.

Lori was repulsed by him, but she thought to say something so that she didn't come off as rude. "Uh...thanks?"

The man wordlessly nods his head before walking away. They watch him get into his truck, which seemed to be on the verge of breaking down, and he drives away. They didn't even remember seeing him among the assembly. Something rubbed Lori the wrong way about this man, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Besides, now wasn't the time to delve into that. She hops into Ruth's car, and the car began to slowly roll away from the funeral home.

"That guy was totes creepy..." whispers Leni.

"Definitely."