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someone in the comments saying that it's obviously gonna resonate more (emotionally) if the guy who wrote it is singing it
#idk that got to me. i do like the album version and ig i never. thought about what it might mean to noel#and i've not heard him sing it before#so i suppose that's right. i suppose#and like... most oasis songs are noel songs but i didn't think of that as a noel song! my bad#adding something: actually i'm realizing fhat i think of some (a lot) of his songs as just songs đ they fell out of the sky as he said#and i feel like. i mean i know a lot of them are written with universality in mind. and they come off like that#so they won't feel so personal. ironicallyâ because the point is everyone's supposed to relate.. well i connect less because it belongs to#everyone y'know like how.. when the bystander effect takes place and the responsibility is distributed between all the people so no one act#and this ofc does not fully cover or explain insanely complicated mental processes or group dynamics but how i think of it sometimes is tha#that's because they get only a little of the responsibility! lol it's spread far so it wears thin. that's the image that links these#concepts. or whatever......#anyway yeah that's how i feel about 'universal' ..! seems a bit constrained at times + i think the personal can be just as universal#sells more records though don't it. cosmic pop. etc#kata.txt#oasis#x
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another happy birthday to the best of the best <3
#zhou shen#my art#how are we feeling about the album!!!#犺壳 is my favorite track so far#but there are so many I like!!#I've never heard him sing anything like ĺ¨ or 诡ćä¸ćš before#and that ending ballad :')
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hhelp wait this is so funny. didnt you follow me forever ago after a scott themed october song analysis . sorry if you dont remember that and this ask doesnt make sense but this is still funny to me
hi!!!! yeah. it was the cherri crane lives art i think and also where you made your flower husbands tag! I have never really interacted with fh outside of you (and like, seeing pretty fanart) but i am nonetheless deeply invested in your interpretation specifically!!! I honestly haven't watched jimmy outside of rats and the beginning of empires2 either i genuinely have no clue what they get up to you just seem to have a lot of fun with it
#asks#<-omg i can make that a tag now#i also am a year behind on the life series. i think the most recent one i've seen is double#like from any pov. i am a year behind. however that goes for everything on youtube#my poor watch later playlist hit the 5000 video limit forever ago and so did the second one i made to replace it. i am on my third#but seriously i don't know what goes on in fh canon but i like their blue/yellow thing they have going on. idk if that's like? intentional?#but like scott blue and canary yellow are really pretty colors together#and they are also SO close to being complimentary colors and yet. they aren't. just a little bit off#they don't quite fit quite how they should. i made that up on the spot i mostly think yellow and blue are nice colors#i think my biggest exposure to scott before you was literally the deal with destiny song in empires1#and i don't even think i acknowledged him as like a real guy ykwim.#like oh yeah. scott smajor. he's like. in that song lizzie made or something. he can sing alright i guess (plays it on loop)(plays it on lo#whisp whispers#seeing u post about Discourse(tm) is always really funny to me because i didn't realize for a while that u did not have like#the 'normal' interpretation? like i didn't realize you had a different view than other people#i was like oh yeah the relationship held in the death games is toxic. that makes sense yeah and is not surprising#and then suddenly there would be a post where you mention discourse and i went. Ohhhhh wait they're supposed to be HAPPY!!!#but i feel like this is infinitely more enjoyable i love Flawed Characters#and especially now after watching his rats. i get it. i get it i get it i see what you are saying#he doesn't interact much with jimmy hes mostly with owen and. i mean#'i've never heard someone apologize so much while putting the blame on the other person'???? i see exactly what you mean#r!scott accidentally hurting r!owen and then apologizing profusely while insisting it's because owen stood in his way. and then immediately#isolating himself in a room for like 20 minutes and refusing to interact with anyone feels like. idk#it reminds me of ur rambles and i understand them more now i think. kind of#to be clear by 'with' i mean like. in proximity of. those rats are AROMANTIC!!!!! (to me)#i'm so sorry these tags are a mess. but alas#i also think it's really funny to follow Flower Husbands guy and know nothing abt them. invested by proxy. whenever i hear abt scott giving#jimmy a flower i get excited not because like i know what's going on but because omg! that's like that thing bree talks about sometimes!!#i hope that like. any of this makes sense shdbfjk
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i had a dream last night that my boyfriend was watching tv and an ad came on with neil diamond singing on it but he was singing an argent song(i can't remember which one) and he was like "neil diamond!" and i was like "and he's singing argent!"
and then a few hours after i woke up, a tv ad came on with neil diamond singing on it but it was one of his normal songs and my boyfriend was like "neil diamond!" exactly like in my dream and i just stared off into the distance as my dream memory was coming back because it felt like it was coming true for a second and i was trying to process reality
#me#i can't really picture him singing argent actually i don't know how my mind did that#i've probably heard the ad before and it came back to me in my sleep and then merged with the thing that refuses to leave my mind#(argent/russ)#it just felt weird the way my boyfriend said it the same way as in the dream
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Gatekeeper Gostoc up in Stormveil trying to beat his Godrick-dribbling record when suddenly the very stars drop from the sky and blows Limgrave a brand new hole:
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#Radahn did gank me once or twice with the meteors but he's been bested#(not The Big Meteorâ˘ď¸ I managed to haul ass away from that one in time hehe)#(I was just too busy whaling away at him to notice that the small purple ones had started moving)#that beautiful singing going away forever was honestly kind of a bummer though :(#i'd heard rumours about the [redacted] boss that pops up in Redmane after you beat Radahn#but I was thankfully able to bust up [redacted x] before [redacted y] could even get on its feet#[redacted y] might be a bastard but its combat style is very polite and tactful to be honest#i used to find them impossible earlier on but perspective has since been gained from certain other bosses hn#otherwise i've just been running around Caelid trying to clock and clear out things i'd missed#both rancid tree chunks (whatever their name was): check#3 dragons (Rotting One - Big Old One w/babies and Overleveled One on the bridge to Beast Sanctum that was probably meant for later): check#i think the whole dragonbarrow place might've been intended for later judging by the rune-output but i mean#it was right there#also that big jar challenge up north is some bullshit wtf#some of those bastards can just flat out zap me to death from anywhere before I can even sneeze#ølden ring#tomorrow we're heading down The Holeâ˘ď¸
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Only a beautiful soul could've written "In a big country dreams stay with you/Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside/Stay alive," and said "Kudos to you" to the audience during live performances of the song and emphasized and generally expressed a sincere wish that everyone taking some special, personal significance away from the song and its lyrics would, actually, stay alive.
#Big Country#Stuart Adamson#I'm having a bad day today but thinking about him is making me feel...grateful to be alive.#as awful as I feel emotionally/mentally he's a source of hope.#I've been meaning to post the link to that video for weeks now btw#it's not technically the best performance of ''In a Big Country'' they ever did but it's the best performance of#''In a Big Country'' that I've ever seen and heard. the earnestness is just off the charts. from everyone involved!#that version just makes me so happy AND it makes me cry and I just. I'm grateful for all of that. you know?#also yeah I kinda love so much that Tony got to sing his part for a bit solo. like way before BC toured with Tony on lead post-Stuart
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Can we please appreciate âEvery Breath You Takeâ on Crowleyâs playlist?
The song itself is rather unsettling! but not so much when we make Crowley sing it. His POV turns the heebie-jeebies into something adorable and heart-wrenching.
We know he loves to watch Aziraphale eat, speak French, goof around and just generally exist. Thatâs a part of his love language -- Admiring. Making sure his Angel is content. Hiding under an awning and staring into each otherâs eyes.Â
On the less positive hand, heâs left behind, watching every step Aziraphale takes towards the elevator, watches him break the âvowâ of being on their own side, fake the smiles in front of Metatron... âOh, canât you see? You belong to me.â You donât belong to Heaven, just like I donât belong to Hell. Weâre a group of the two of us. I belong to you, you belong to me. My car, everything thatâs mine, belongs to you. Your bookshop, everything thatâs yours, belongs to me.
We might also approach this in a different way. Since we donât really know what direction Crowley is going to direct his grief, he might observe every move Aziraphale makes in Heaven, either to prepare countermeasures if the angel falls for Heavenâs manipulation, and/or to make sure Aziraphale is safe and sound.
And then, of course, the bridge is a very real possibility for what Crowley feels after this season. If he goes to a cafe or a pub in the first ep of s3 we might hear the bridge in the background. You know. Just to be dramatic. (and make him feel worse)
#my feels go dancing 3d sound macarena every time I hear this song#can you imagine him actually singing it??#because I can't#I've heard David sing before but somehow it doesn't translate over to Crowley at all#I'm sure he could make a little choreography though#mostly lying on a table and sobbing into his elbow#a j crowley#good omens s2#good omens s2 spoilers#good omens 2 spoilers#good omens 2#good omens
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â¨pond theoriesâ¨
#I don't have pond theories I have commentary on the latest episode which I got around to watching today#because I was watching gran turismo on sunday (amazing movie) (maybe an even better soundtrack I'm listening to it for the third time today#I just really love kat and thomas's dynamic I'm not saying I ship them I'm just saying they're just really fun to watch together#I know it was unrealistic to expect kat to smash a bottle of rum on thomas what with jacob dying in the background but can you#can you just imagine. if she did. can you imagine how great that would be.#and can you imagine how great it would've been to see him unceremoniously drop her into the ocean like. get drenched idiot.#the way home hallmark#also NOAH we finally got a NAME my word#it's so strange they waited this long to mention it like did I miss it before??#right now he's barely interesting but idk after that scene where they're singing in alice's room#I feel like he might have the potential to be a friend#I just don't want them to make it a ship because good grief do we need it (no)#and not everything has to be a ship#and also girl. alice. you barely know him. why??#alice asking why guys can't just say what they mean is the most relatable thing I've ever heard lol#I think it'd be interesting if nick put the pieces together that his alice and this alice are the same alice#it'd add to the chaos which would be fun#that look elliot gave nick at the fire on the beach was soooo so tired. he's just so tired.#and please WHAT happened at the estate WHAT went down at the party and WHAT happened in the past that elliot's so worried about#the way they're drawing this out is sublime#also how painful this is for kat?? and for del?? but especially kat in this episode?? wild#what a good episode#earl crow ramblings
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It's December again, post Dr. Jim Henry's âNight Before Christmasâ
#it DOES have s.mothers b.rothers energy though. can't believe that never occurred to me before.#anyway can confirm he's a very nice man and this bonus track on a top-notch barbershop christmas album sends me every year#christmas#audio#fave#the gas house gang#technically. i guess. they don't sing in this track though#i've heard him do this live once or twice and it still hits
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Song of the Day: January 10
"Deeper Than the Holler" by Randy Travis
#song of the day#literally just finished singing this song with my siblings#Nick had to stay in DE for work and Ben's asleep (can hear him snoring) but Duncan and Lily and I are all here tonight#sitting around Grandpa's dinner table (yeah it's 3:15am what of it. we're snacking) and singing together#I haven't heard a whippoorwill yet on this trip but I've heard them from this chair before#I didn't realize until I was down here how much I needed this trip. to see these people and this land. to sing this song right now
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i was today years old when i heard Fur Covered in Blood by Slipknot for the first time. do not speak to me for several hours i have rabies rn
#i literally had no idea this song existed#i've listened to all of mfkr before OR SO I THOUGHT AT LEAST#i knew paul could sing but i've never heard him SING sing before#and BOY was i missing out#paul has the best voice. period#ily paulie#literally infinitely talented for no reason#didn't know i could fall more in love with him#good lord#slipknot#paul gray#don't fucking lose this dickhead
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Lasse Holm woke up in 1986 and put his whole Italianussy into this song only for this video to be appointed worst video ever in the UK
#I've never heard the English version before but it slaps too#obsessed with him singing quattro stazioni instead of quattro stagioni though#from wiki:#arranger Lennart SjĂśholm wanted the song to be in Italian as it included arias#Lasse Holm then went to different pizzerias reading menus over Italian food.#snicksnack#music#Youtube
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Are you going to Idinaâs new concert ????
yes!!!!!!!!
#willow's tea#ask hester#it will be interesting i've only been to one concert and I hated it#it was so boring the guy just sang the whole time#like i could have had a better experience listening to him sing at home and actually heard him sing#and we couldn't even hear him????? everyone else was signing that is always so wild to me like you can sign at home why some here#we also couldn't even see him we had to watch a screen. for HUNDREDS of dollars we listened to random girls sing and watched a screen#i don't understand but i am trying and I am excited to go with my friends#i think maybe bc he was only a signer that's why it was boring#idina is more of an entertainer/performer so my fingers are crossed#at least i'll have fun with friends. what i liked best last time was hanging out with friends before/after
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WHYY is almost every single song a love song can't we sing about something else for a change???
#If anyone has any song to suggest that isn't a love song i'd appreciate it#I tend to like folk/acoustic songs with not a lot of drums#But also sometimes i like drums#''I love you you left me i can't do it without you'' how about you kill yourself and stop singing#How about that#I also hate songs with a long ass instrumental time before they start singing#Like stop playing idc about the music#There should be more songs with only voice no instruments#Because i like them#And i can't find them#They are always playing for a minute before they star singing#Like brother after the first repetition i know how it goes start singing#Like yes this is a rant because i can never find songs i like#Even from singers or bands i like i'll find like 2 or 3 songa and then all the othera are shit#Like i'd love hoziers songs if they didn't have such a heavy drum#Like i think francesca wouls be so beautiful only voice or acoustic#He sang a traditional irish song called humours of whiskey and that is my favourite thing i've ever heard him sing#Everyone put down the fucking instruments and start singing#Like this is obviously only my opinion. Like people don't be weird about this please
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ft. bully! gojo satoru and geto suguru
content warnings bullying, university au, heavy bullying, degradation, humiliation, threats, blackmails, she/her pronouns, sabotage, bribes, blow jobs, cunnilingus, name calling (slut, whore, being called pig related names), noncon, dubcon, dacryphilia, penetrative sex, implied spanking, anal sex, double penetration, nonconsensual recording, dead dove do not eat.
notes it's been long since i've paid attention on this one and for @bimbosandbubbles, vanny. thank you for inspiring me to finish this one. semi part 2 here. part 3.
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synopsis evading your bullies isn't a good idea so they take you to learn your lesson.
at the start of your uni days, you expected life would open a new path for you. meeting new people from different cities or in the international, new experiences and a way for you to start a new life with a degree after college but you shouldn't have planned anything for yourself as life had different plans for you. to mock you and spat at your face for being naive.
stuck in the endless game of cat and mouse with the university's golden duo.
his bright blue eyes peering behind his dark glasses while he watch the busybodies of students walks through the busy hallways of the university. searching for a certain someone that has been the sole enjoyment of his for the last few months. the only one who have lasted them for so long.
spreading his long arms at the back of the bench. legs spread in an inviting manner as he leans back, head thrown back. looking at the person sitting besides him.
âsuguru, are you sure she'll show up?â gojo whines, asking the dark-haired male with the same footing as his in the university. looks and popularity-wise.
taking a puff from his cigarette, geto turns his eyes to him before looking at the students coming out for their next classes. blowing out the smoke before replying to him. his purple eyes glints.
âpatience, satoru. she will show up.â anticipating the return of their favorite plaything. you could such be a tease at time like this.
it was time. your eyes rapidly searching for them. hoping to avoid the duo that everybody have singing their names. you don't want to deal another humiliation nor degrading remarks coming from them. you prayed. prayed and prayed, hoping someone will hear your pleas. clutching the straps of your bag tighter as you step outside of your class.
you began to made your way to your next class. you were glad many students were still present and crowding the hallways but you could never be so sure. passing the crowd with an apology to your lips as you occasionally bump into them but you keep your guard up, avoiding to look in the courtyard. you keep your sight straight ahead but you could feel your eyes tear up when a sudden shove from a busy student hit you. the collision making you look in the direction where the duo was waiting for you.
even at the distance, you can see geto's eyes fixated on you. a smirk curls in his lips. shooting you a playful smile at your direction.
your prayer wasn't heard that day.
scrambling into your feet and pretends you didn't see him. making yourself blend in the crowd and disappeared into the place where you only know. your heart beating a mile per minute, running away from them.
âthere she is, satoru.â geto called out to his friend. making gojo straighten himself up and looks where geto is looking at. you're running away from them. how sad. how stupid.
thinking you could easily escape them and blending in the crowd. clever girl. they thought but they couldn't miss you. like predators marking their prey to be devoured. they know you more than you know yourself. exchanging looks and geto smirks while gojo chuckles. fuck, you interest them more.
two cats letting the mouse escape and corner it again before they can fully escape in their grasp.
looking around, you made sure there's no one following you. no signs of the white hair and dark long hair best friends lurking around. taking the more quiet place that students use as shortcut when in a rush.
you just wanted a peaceful college life. not being a playtoy for the duo who passed you around like you were some cheap whore. you want to ask someone to help you but how could they help you. some attempts were made and the good souls who believes in you where blacklisted from the university for some unknown reasons.
you didn't know how much power gojo held and the words coming from geto's mouth enticing people who hang from his every word and realizing it only at the end.
gojo satoru is the only son and the heir of a multi-million company. who made a name for himself in the campus. the pretty boy who have different arm candies hanging in his arms weekly.
geto suguru who you doesn't know much but made himself popular along with gojo in the campus. charming he is and had a fan club made for him and to his best friend. they're the best if people were asked about them.
and you. you were just nothing but a toy to them. a past time when they're bored and you're left like nothing when they're done with you.
they won't follow you, do they? looking behind you to check and you almost let out a breath of relief. you barely escaped geto earlier. your nerves still working you up.
âi didn't take you the type to ditch us, (y/n).â
you almost jump, making you stop in your tracks as you look up in front of you. hand in his pockets while waving the phone in his other hand. a grin in his face while stepping closer to you.
with every step he take, you took backwards. not wanting to face him or geto. you don't want anything from them. tentatively taking your steps backwards. you just could blend again with the crowd. your mind formulating a thousand escape plans. you only look at him in contempt. a last chance of bravery against him.
spinning your heel and you made a run for a life. you could taste the escape in your lips. away from him. away from the people who made your life hell.
flashes of light blinded you for a second before realizing you were stopped. the tight grip in your arm, the smell of cigarette clinging into his shirt. it almost made you gag.
ânice one, suguru. (n/n) thinks she can escape us.â
there was a stinging sensation behind your eyes. the hope you're once clinging ripping into shreds. falling once again to the madness this two seeks for the pleasure of their own entertainment.
geto pulls you closer to his. wrapping his arm in your shoulder. your back against his chest while his hand went to cup your jaw. raising your head to meet his smile. you sure could punch him if you have the guts but looking at his face, you couldn't deny that geto suguru is attractive. maybe it's the lightning or how his hair is elaborately tied in a bun where the other locks of his hair is loose underneath and the single strand of his hair falling down. acting like bangs in his face. the warm light of the sun illuminating his face like halo. it's almostâ godly.
you felt stupid for admiring one of the people in your life who made it hell. it's a realization how small you felt, how powerless you are with this two and they remind you of it every single time of your life.
your lips is curled up in a frown and gojo take notice of it. the latter grinning and walking forward where his friend got you trapped.
grasping your chin in his slender fingers, blue eyes inspecting your face behind his dark glasses. leaning closer to brush his lips to yours and the immediate reaction earns a laugh of amusement to his. tucking back your lips and moving your head to the side. blinking back the tears and he'd be lying if he didn't like the tears on you.
you weren't special. you're nothing worthy of praise nor attention but you do give them a hell of a time. you didn't even look or close to the numerous bitches they had fucked. they were naturally submissive which they like and the worst is they got clingy which is incredibly annoying for them. skanky bitches like them think they can have a piece of them. thinking they're now hotshots for sleeping with them when they're just holes for them to fill and to leave.
you â you got a fight in you. they wouldn't tell you that aloud. they didn't need to shape a bitch for them. bitches are made for them and you, even a dozen times they break you, you're still standing up and perhaps they could keep you longer until you submit to them and throw you away like a trash. follow them like a lost puppy that is still coming back even kicked and worship them at their feet. they needed you to break.
your eyes betrayed you, no. it wasn't tears instead it was the impalpable glare you have given to someone and not just to someone. it was one of your bullies.
his shit eating grin turning into one of a coldest lines forming in his lips before turning into one of a condescending smile. an immediate silence taking over and geto didn't missed that despise being behind you. harshly yanking your arms he was holding and earning a whimper from you.
âah, ah. what's that? acting brave now are we? who taught you that or perhaps we didn't teach you enough what happens to fat slut like you acting up? mmm?â he hums. closing his eyes as his lips crooks into a smile. his bangs covering one side of his eye and the other opens or both. you couldn't tell when his bangs is covering the other.
âsuguru, don't be like that. we've been just too lenient at her and now â acting too brash. we don't want this for our pet suguru, do we?â gojo tuts. tapping his fingers to your cheek, eyes locking to geto. the eye contact generating the sickest of punishments they can sentence you to.
âplease â i-i need to go....â your voice stumbling at the words and your false courage starting to crumble. you couldn't think how stupid you were for glaring at gojo. he deserves it and it's not enough. you thought. bitter memories starting to surface while you think of all the humiliations you had to endure by his hands and if you were getting punished which was already placed into you, you should have glared at his friend too.
gojo tuts.ânuh uh, where do you think you're going? this is what you get for avoiding us. you need to learn your place.â the snow white haired boy jeers at you.
suguru only smirks, grabbing your arm to drag you from wherever they wished to punish you. gojo following suit whilst humming a tone from a random song.
you ended up in a vacant classroom in where the area is currently renovated and staff and students alike are forbidden to enter minus the construction workers who were taking a lunch break. giving the duo the time to punish you in their own ways. you can feel the bile rising in your throat and the familiar sparks of tears stinging behind your eyelids. your heart quickening its beats from the nervousness and the shame you have to face on or it will never end. it never ends.
âstrip.â the black haired male ordered you. seated in one of the chairs in the vacant room. his friend is also comfortably seated too. a huge smirk plastered on his face, resting his head in his palm while those blues in his eyes glints in anticipation.
ân-no.â you stammer out. your hands trembling. clenched in fists in your back.
geto fakes a frown. twirling his phone in his hand while he types the password in his phone.
âno? such a shame if the whole uni would see what kind of a slut you are. you look good in this one, pretty i might say. taking satoru's cock so well. hm?â tapping the phone in his fingers while showing you a clip of a video they had previously filmed from the past sessions. both had a copy in their own phones. they may never say it but it's a video they treasured whenever they misses you. âpoor mommy and daddy. they will know how much of a slut a daughter they had raised.â
âyou can't do that. you have no right.â there's a sound similar to a whisper in your voice. a cruel smirk etched in his face, looking at your helpless state. they know the power they hold. what would you do report? ask the others? too bad, they'll never believe you as long they're around. people worship them. what's the power of a peasant against them? nothing.
âhe can, (y/n)-chan. just one tap away and the whole world will see you for who you really are. a slut who's desperate of attention. now, follow suguru's order or we'll post it.â satoru warns. playing with the arms of his dark glasses. the action making you see a peek of what's under them.
and just like that, like a puppet you obey them. your hands trembling along with your vision blurring from the tears that started to spill from your eyes. forced to follow what they ordered to you. you couldn't risk to be find out. knowing full well that you would just be shamed even it's not your fault. who would believe you after all? you were an unfortunate being that got thrown in a tiger's den. you think of your parents â who worked so hard for your education. if hardwork and determination would reward you along with their sacrifices. you will be the first one to graduate in your family. you just have to endure it. give in to their demands and maybe â just maybe. it will end faster and you could wallow in shame on your own.
retracting your arms and you unhooked your bag slinging in your back. placing it on the nearest table. there's a soft thud along with the taps of their shoes in the wooden floor. impatiently waiting for you to completely strip of your garments.
your head hung know as you hesitate to reach out for the lower buttons of your blouse. your fingers wobbles as the buttons enter the holes of your blouse. one by one. the buttons coming undone and you blinked back the tears again but no matter how many times you blinked the tears came running down your cheeks.
you couldn't run. not when the fate of your education and dignity are stored in their phones â or maybe. you'll let them and disappear forever â away from their hungry gazes and hands that turns filth whatever they touches.
a pair of blue and purple dances at your snivelling form. that look suits you better than being a stubborn bitch you are. all bark and no bite. who's the the loser now?
it's getting quite annoying how you slowly take your clothes off and the modesty of it. a red long sleeved blouse and underneath it a black tank top paired with a long black denim skirt that preserves and gives you the impression of being a modest and goody two shoes person. boring. they make sure to put in mind what clothes you are allowed to wear for immediate contact.
satoru sighs but it's closer to belching. growing impatient as he taps his shoes in the floor before standing up and walks towards you.
he holds the tops of your shirt before tearing it up. the last buttons flying away as they got ripped. you panicked and grasping his hands to stop it but he's stronger than you. easily pulling your arms away as he yank your shirt. the action resulting in your skin burning and welts starting to form where the cloth had touched your skin.
âno! no â please! iâi'll do anything you want but not this!â you cried, hands squirming to take it away from his tight grasp. âtsk. too late.â gojo taunts. turning his head to look at geto who was enjoying the view. âsuguru~, lend a hand will you? little mousy-chan is real stubborn todayâ asking his friend nonchalantly.
geto shakes his head, cupping your jaw harshly that it started to hurt and leaves bruises to the skin. forcing you to raise your head to look at him. âthis wouldn't happen if you were obedient. we could have shown you mercy and instead what did you do? running away from us like a squealing pig. accept your punishment.â his pupils darkening and you watch it through your glossy eyes.
âa bad, bad â bad girl, you are. who taught you this? ahh, maybe it's mommy or daddy. run away from the big bad wolf eh. it's that what they taught you. they're wrong. you're a swine who lures men at your undesirable self.â he continues to sneer at you.
you didn't know what's hurting at this point. your body or your soul. you didn't know. you couldn't even shield yourself from the spite of their hatred and disgust for you. if you were really this ugly and undesirable for them. why would they bother for it. you know it wouldn't be difficult for them to get their dick wet. girls swoon and was more than willing to give their body for them and if they want another to give the same treatment you receive, they can. a much more appealing person for their taste. a far cry from what you are.
he lets go of your jaw, the sound of your tank top being ripped from the back resonating in the room. geto grabs your head, your face pressing on his chest while he holds you to avoid interrupting his friend who was having the time of his life tearing your clothes off. your bra following suit. your denim skirt being tugged away and that made you cry even more, leaving you only in your panties.
gojo continues his torment at you. slapping and pinching the muffin top in your waistline. chuckling while his fingers digs marks into the skin. amused from the fat of your body jiggling and swaying with the assault it was taking.
his eyes twinkling in pure glee and it returns to normal meeting geto's gaze at him. looks are exchanged, a quiet agreement that they both fully understand what it meant coming for you.
geto places his hands into your shoulders before pushing it down, forcing you to kneel with no consideration for the bruises that will later bloom. gojo watches in pure amusement while his friend manipulates you into his will. this is what suguru is. his true colors in full display.
geto is not the person you want to be messed up with. striking in the place where you don't expect it. nothing can hinder suguru when getting what he desires and a shame for those fuckers who tried to help you. what they did get? blacklisted from the university with a anomaly he conjured up.
flickers of sunlight and dust mingles in the room. gojo shakes his head watching as his friend switched his charismatic demeanor into one of a sadistic. âsuguru, don't get too hasty. i thought you were the cool one here.â he said nonchalantly, eyes hungry with desire and need from raking through your half naked figure. kicking your torn clothes strewn in the floor.
âi don't tolerate defiant bitches who can't follow rules and begs for mercy from their mistake.â his voice cool with hint of malice behind them. âi should put you in your place, (n/n). â he smirks, relishing on how hope simply vanishes into your eyes.
ânow don't be like that to me, (y/n). please me and maybe i'll change my mind.â his eyes narrows down at you while you're in the verge of tears. your lips are wobbling. faced with suguru's crotch and you regret looking in his eyes. a silent plea for him to change his mind. a condescending smile only and you received your answer.
you blink back the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes while you reach for his belt loops. shaky hands unbuckled his belt and you were shook that you were fumbling and when geto took a breath, you quickly managed to unhook the loops and pulling the zipper of his pants down.
you never wanted to make it worse than it was when geto would show his impatience towards you and in your situation you can only obey.
he's huge. always was. the outline of his cock is pressed against his boxers. âi presume you won't be needing my help to get it out, princess.â his tone velvet smooth with a hint of impatience dripping in it. you accepted your fate when you tug his boxers down. his cock springing free and it slaps to his abdomen. âsuck.â he orders you with no hesitation and you think you could cry at this moment and then you remembered how cruel the two are when disobeyed especially the male above.
you take a experimental lick in the tip of his cock before enveloping it with your tongue. you feel him shiver. a grunt can be heard next as you swallow half of his cock. bobbing your head in a slow motion while you stroke the other half of his cock.
suguru stare at the scene below him. his cute piggy taking his cock in your mouth. he places his hand behind your head. forcing you to look at him and it makes his cock throb more at your mouth. your round cheeks in display and your lips wrapped around his cock and that teary gaze of yours meeting his own. âtake more of this cock, princess.â tapping your cheek and you obediently followed. he let out a curse as you take him deeper. closing his eyes for a brief moment and he returned to watch you take more of him. âyou can only follow an order if you're being threatened. might do more of thisâshitâhaaah.â grunting as you fondle his balls.
satoru watch in pure amusement as you take his friend's cock. slobbering all over it as you suck him deeper and he's a little jealous. not used in his spotlight being taken by someone and suguru was no exception and your attention should be also on him. his blue eyes peering through his glasses. he watch as your round face struggled to swallow more of his friend's girthy cock. drool seeping from the corner of your mouth as you bob your head back and forth.
gojo shudders at the blood rushing in his cock. he began to palm his cock through his pants. groaning and the little puffs of breath he was taking. unable to contain his excitement he pulled out his cock. stroking his veiny cock in a slow torturous manner as his cum dribbles down from the tip of his cock.
âsuguruuu~â geto winces at the call of his name. eyes half-glaring at his friend for interrupting the haze he was in of your mouth sucking him. âyou're not the only one allowed to fuck (y/n)-chan's mouth. sooo let me have her mouth.â gojo smiles at him and suguru scowls for a moment before giving your mouth to suck satoru's cock.
gojo grins. âf-fuck... suck me more...â the white haired boy stutters. burrowing his dick deeper in your mouth making you gag but he didn't care. feels too good to notice that you're almost choking on his cock as tears appeared in the corner of your eyes. your other hand still occupied jerking suguru's length.
the duo loves nothing more than this. their cute, little toy being used by them. you spent the last minutes alternating between their cocks, both covered by your spit. you were currently sucking him off and suguru groans at his impending orgasm and satoru isn't doing good either but before their orgasm bursts. they made you stop.
âopen wide baby.â gojo pants. both of them pumping their cocks in unison before shooting their load in your mouth. spurts of their cum dropping in your tongue and some landing in your face. âwhat do we say after giving you our cum?â his face remaining passive as he reminds you and if you answer it wrong, this will last longer.
ât-thank you.â you shyly mutters. voice low and sounding so obedient. that seems to satisfy suguru as he replied with a hum. holding your jaw between his thumb and index finger. swiping the sticky cum glazed in your face with his thumb, he smeared it in your face and without further adieu you swiped the cum in your lips with your tongue. the bitter taste of their cum coating your taste buds and it would linger for days to come.
âyou could be such a good girl, you know that, sweets.â satoru commented. admiring your face covered in cum. âeven you could be such a bitch sometimes and you choose today to act up and we know what happens when you break a rule, you get punished.â squishing your round cheeks before staring at you dead in the eye with his blue eyes glimmering more than ever. âand punishment starts now.â
breathing is not the same as it was anymore. you sat in suguru's lap uncomfortably. your ass stinging, covered with handprints as it starts to form welts. air became lacking as suguru continues to kiss you.
âmmm...â the small sounds is all you can manage while suguru shoves his tongue deep inside. it's been minutes and this punishment gets worst as the clock ticks.
suguru can be gentle as he is rough. the dried tears sticking in your cheeks are the evidence of it and your much demure attitude after a spanking does the trick of it so he's rewarding you of kissing you until you're breathless. your soft lips perfectly melding in his and suguru enjoys every minute of it. you taste of the sea and something sweet or it just could be him. licking your tears before this. it was humiliating to you while he savors every minute for it.
geto smirks in the kiss when he hears gojo speak. âshe's so fucking wet, suguru.â gojo laughs. watching as slick flows in your dripping hole. your thighs are spreaded by him and preventing you to close your legs away from his gaze. âall that spanking got you, hah. i barely touched you.â mocking you as he laughs. your body tensed and geto noticing the change in your body chuckles. âgetting shy, are we? let satoru do what he wants and maybe we're going to be gentle to you this time.â it wasn't much of a request but an order. you simply nodded. âgood girl.â suguru mutters before dipping again for a another kiss. holding you closer to him while his hand in your back gripping the rolls on it and the other hand in your breast. his finger brushing to your stiff buds.
satoru let suguru have his fun and so is he. what's in front of him is going to tastier and he can't wait to dig. parting your thighs wider, satoru first bestowed a chaste kiss to your doughy thighs. making sure they are given equally the amount of being worshipped by him. he won't say it aloud but your thighs are his favorite. smooching the expanse of your thighs and sometimes resting his cheek to your thigh just to feel that softness over it. he will get both of them to squish his cheeks or crush his head. he doesn't care.
a smack sound can be heard as satoru took his first lick to your fat pussy. humming in delight for diving back in. his tongue lapping in your sweet heat and more obscene noises grew from his desperate feats of licking your slit with his tongue. alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue to get more of that goodness.
your plush body jerks involuntarily. all the places with the extra bits jiggling at the sudden intrusion of his tongue. moaning in the kiss where suguru had you locked. âmmm...hahâmmm...â is the only sound you can produce as suguru licks your tongue and going back again to take your lips in his. drool covering both of your mouths. eyes half-lidded and you're drunk in this haze and you take a peek of satoru in between your legs. his white hair moving so gracefully as he slurps loudly the juices spilling in your cunt. his large hands holding firmly your thighs. sinking in the softness of it as your thighs gets bigger at being squish. the flesh spilling in his thick fingers.
satoru let goes on your clit with a loud pop before you can cum. your whines muffled by suguru's lips on your own and satoru chuckles. wiping the juices covering his mouth. âi got on her pussy first, suguru.â satoru reminded him and the man in front of you smiles. âno need to remind me, satoru. i'll take her ass.â he nonchalantly commented and your widens. squirming in his lap to get off but suguru clutches your flabby arms in his hands. âdon't be scared. it will feel good like your pussy does.â he convinces you but you don't want it. âwho cares about that, it's part of the punishment.â suguru growls and that puts you in your place. accepting what they decided for you.
âhey, suguru. frightening our dear (y/n)-chan will get her holes tight. you might want to loosen her.â gojo commentated whilst rubbing your slit with his fingers.
geto tsk. visibly annoyed, a rare occurrence for gojo to see his friend like this. âsatoru, punishment is punishment.â the purples in his eyes darkening and gojo shrugs. âwhatever. i still get to fuck her fat pussy.â sticking out his tongue towards suguru.
it was painful to swallow the lump in your throat that never existed again and again. your hands are clammy while the duo began to position themselves to you. satoru slapping your ass before hooking his arms behind your knees and his hands holding the back of your thighs hoisting you up. wrapping your arms in his and the other in suguru.
the black haired beauty holds your ass. suguru spreading your ass cheeks and the tip of his cock prodding at your tight hole. âplease, geto. not in there please. iâi'll do anyâmmphâ the sharp thrust of his cock interrupted your plea. making you cry at the burning sensation in your hole. clenching your fist in a tight manner. your eyes hot and warm tears came rolling down your cheeks from the pain like rivulets. âand what? you'll do anything. too late now, sweetheart.â suguru examines your face as it twist again in the thrust of satoru's cock in your cunt.
âfuck!â satoru curses out. chuckling at himself. âthe only good thing in you is tight pussy of yours.â your velvety walls clenching around his cock. âare you crying?â satoru teases taking a mental note of your tears.
both of them adjusts their hold on you. beginning to move their hips in an upward motion to thrust their aching cock in your warm holes.
it burns. everything stings with every move. your muscles begging to rest as it tears from how they stretched your muscles and your limbs put in a uncomfortable manner. this is how your day supposed to go on. why you must be in this position. unwilling and unlucky to escape this kind of situation. you're always in trouble with this two and maybe if you weren't so fat for this two to mock and make fun of you wouldn't be here.
mistaking the tears in your eyes as being overstimulated which is true but you're troubled with the inner turmoil of yourself so you get lost and the two began to harshly pound their lengths deep inside you. groaning and throwing at curses.
satoru rests his forehead in your shoulder and behind his glasses, his eyes, the prettiest shade of blue seems to shine in astonishing sight of your pudgy belly. squished together and like dough being stacked together. jiggling at the impact of their thrusts in you and his sight lowers. his cock disappearing inside your pussy as it glistens and the wet squelch it was making, it was simply music to his ears. biting the junction of your neck. he stare at suguru who's smirking at the sensation of your tight hole gripping his cock. âshe feels so good, suguruâahh.. this pussy's trying to choke my cock.â satoru commented.
âyou hear that, you feel so good.â suguru holds your jaw forcing you to look at him. âopen your mouth, baby.â parting your lips at his order, suguru spits on your mouth. a glob of his spit hitting your tongue in which you didn't hesitate to swallow and suguru smiles. âgood girl.â he praises.
hard muscles are a contrast to your soft body. sandwiched between their bodies while they keep their pace steady in bullying your holes with their cocks. a moan is ripped from your throat when satoru hits the spongy spot in your cunt. knowing what he had done, satoru grips your thighs firmly as he angles his cock inside. hitting that spot repeatedly until you can't stifle the sounds coming from you. involuntary moans come spilling from your mouth and gojo swells with pride that only him, well both of them. he and suguru could make you moan like that. how did he know? silly to ask that. they're the only ones who had fucked you since you started college and the first to take your virginity. they didn't even allow men to approach you.
suguru wanting you to make you feel good like satoru does have to speed up his thrusts usually than what he always do. it's not even a work up from him. his desire for your asshole to only know the shape of his cock and he's the only one who can fuck this ass of yours.
â'too much. too much.â you babbled. the pleasure and pain is getting overwhelming for you to take. instead in pitying you it earned a chuckle from the two. âsince when did it became too much for you, huh? you're a slut. sluts don't go to tell that it's too much. all they can do is shut up and take it.â satoru taunts you.
gojo hisses when your cunt squeezes around him. the creamy white ring forming in the base of his cock as you came. âshit! she came suguru.â satoru said in amusement and even he's like that he's getting close too and so is suguru. they exchange looks briefly before putting their strength in reaching their end.
you can't speak. they've taken your ability to speak. you can only moan in silence as you feel another orgasm bubbling in your abdomen again. you're going to cum and it's going to be more intense than the last one. you feel them both. hot and throbbing. the veins in their cocks making ridges in your soft walls. taking and molding their very shape.
harsh thrusts are back to back being blown to you. the tips of their cocks hits deeply as they can before releasing their loads. both groaning as spurts after spurts of their cum are being loaded inside of you. never did you felt to be so full and warm until they've released their loads inside of you. hot and sticky.
it took a few more thrusts before the both of them had ridden their high. handsome as they are and wicked even after fucking their favorite plaything. removing your arms around their shoulder. you slowly descended on the floor. both of their cum escaping your holes. dripping and staining the cold hard floor where you sat. you ignore them and you know the drill after being fucked by them. it's time to leave and slowly, you began to gather your clothes. your blouse are useless. tattered and shredded and it won't cover you. you're lucky your denim skirt are still intact.
reaching out for your bag to get the spare clothing you packed for when it happens. you grabbed the wet wipes. patting where their release had stained you, mostly in your face. a stream of tears you didn't even notice falling from your eyes got you wondering why the floor below you is getting wet. the realization dawning into you and you can only cry silently. dressing yourself and trying to be more decent.
satoru and suguru busied themselves fixing their clothing. not leaving the sight of their toy cleaning their self. suguru crouches down to meet your position. âcrying after what you've put yourself into.â he commented. âpathetic.â satoru mutters as he watch you beneath him. âtry not to defy us again, okay? it would be much worst than this one.â there's a hint of softness in his voice and maybe you could convince yourself that he wasn't a jerk from the way he spoke but you know better. they had humiliated you until you hated yourself. degrading you like you were nothing a dirt and not a human being.
âi understand. i'm sorry.â you say. bowing your head in shame for being disobedient at them. for not following simple orders. âgood.â his only response to you.
âcan i please go now?â
suguru hums and with that, you slowly made your way outside. your bag tightly secured in your back with your ripped clothes, you left without saying a word again with tears streaming down your face.
when you disappeared from that door, the duo both left at the building. going on with their lives again as the golden boys of the university and you were left with nothing, not even a shred of your dignity.
satoru reviews the newly recorded of you being impaled by their cocks. feeling hard again from the way your pussy wrapped around him along with your soft body pressed against him. âthe best, satoru.â suguru commented after seeing what his friend is watching in his phone. âsend it to me.â whipping his phone in a second and quickly typing.
your phone buzzes. alerting you with a message. you were wiping your tears after you nearly trip. absentmindedly wandering in the campus and if it wasn't for you almost tumbling you wouldn't break out from your stupor. more tears rolled in your cheeks, dripping down in the screen of your phone after you've read the message.
suguru: see you later.
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while ivan's features remained indifferent, there was an undeniable spark of anger boiling beneath the surface. he didn't experience such strong emotions often, let alone allowed them to show, but seeing his best friend be grabbed and mistreated like this was the one thing that never failed to bring them forth. he didn't flinch at the display of blood or bones seemingly cracking, till crying out, even if he hated hearing them. there was nothing he could do.
mizi's pod was right next to his own, and it was the one thing that separated him from till, and he'd noticed that in the last few seconds before the younger had lost consciousness, his eyes were looking for her. not the raven-haired man; no. it was like he was little more than a ghost. it didn't matterâ ivan was used to this. he just found it curious that even in his last breath, mizi was the one last hope till tended to cling to.
it didn't take long for the remaining survivors to be taken backstage once moreâ it was ivan's turn to sing now, and as he entered the dressing room, he found himself... alone. with till knocked out and mizi unwilling to talk to anyone, two other contestants dead, and luka was who knows where, while marty was in the adjacent room rehearsing some lines in these last few moments; he could hear the man singing.
â ... â the loneliness didn't bother him; if anything, he found the irony of it amusing. it always came back to this. ivan had no friends, no one rooting for him. he imagined that if he died, unsha would just be mad about all the money he'd lost by betting it all on the wrong dog. and probably couldn't face urak after this; he remembered hearing about their scuffle. what was even more ironic was that ivan had found a liking in his owner's rival's pet. if they knew, they'd probably be even more mad than about the potential lost investments.
he stepped over to the mirrors, fixing his hair, flashing a few smiles with a tilt of his head... but perhaps this wouldn't be neccessary, given the song's nature. perhaps he could be himself, just this once. as he was looking at his reflection, dead eyes with a glint of red, he heard the beginning of the countdown, breaking the white noiseâ further complaints about till ruining everything again. it was a good thing their guardians were relegated to the audience, so they weren't here to punish their pets by whatever means they deemed neccessary... but somehow, in some way, ivan swore he could hear urak's yelling through all that.
the man sighed, and tugged on each of his gloves and adjusted the belts on his thigh, before shifting his gaze towards his opponent who'd just joined him in the room. ivan said nothing, and simply headed for the elevator. he wasn't nervous as they began to rise up. his eyes were focused on the microphone stand in front of him, allowing for them to close as the first rays of light hit his face with the saturn-inspired stage opening above him. a step forward was taken; he heard the first beats of drums. slender fingers slid up the silver stand before wrapping around the microphone itself, and he pulled it closer to him with one final breath.
the soggy darkness crouched down even if we shake our heads, it's always the same place i can't reach you, so i imagine alone you who shines, i stand next to you
ivan sang for himself; there was no one listening. the crowd didn't matter, his so-called father didn't matter, the remaining contestants didn't matter, and... till, wellâ he didn't care, ivan knew. the only reason why he needed to sing this well was to ensure that in till's following round, nothing could go wrong and make him lose. he didn't know if he hated this or notâ the stage was pretty, he loved the stars. but it oh-so made him remember things. he loved the stars... but he also hated them.
marty sang his part next and... ivan was convinced he could deliver the lyrics much better than that. another breath, and he grasped the microphone with a newfound vigor, singing the next lines of the chorus with something he thought repressed. an emotion he couldn't quite describe; but it left him wanting.
so black, black as it can be the dark sea gets deeper as you approach like a black, black sorrow a story of such woe at the end of this story, there is only a cold spot stained with blood and empty air
memories resurfaced, ones that bitterly reminded him of all the things he'd done in hopes of being noticed, of being liked back... and the anger that came with never receiving it. anger was so easy to pinpoint, so easy to identify. much more than something as vague as love. ivan's voice turned raw with the intensity he was singing; maybe the audience did matter. maybe, just maybe, someone that cared would hear him.
it was then that he noticed the holograms of the stars of this elaborate stage fallingâ he turned his gaze up towards them, reminiscent of the time he'd almost died, and the time till had turned his back to him.
it was beautiful.
holding the microphone in one hand, the other rose up, reaching out towards that illuminated void, as if he could touch those stars, as if they could possibly bring him some salvationâ but they were all far too out of reach... the fact that they were mere projections didn't even cross ivan's mind in that moment. he just wanted. wanted, wanted, wanted.
such black, black sorrow to me you are to me, you are my black sorrow you are my black sorrow you are my black sorrow
the score board had then settled on a distinct score difference of 90â68, and amidst the last few chords of the piano, ivan could hear the piercing sound of a bullet; and the bull thud of a body hitting the floor right next to him. he didn't look marty's way, solely staring down onto the audience cheering. in the front row, he could make out unsha and his ever-present bodyguards. and ivan didn't feel anything. no sense of pride nor accomplishment. it was just a deed done; a neccessity. there was no revelling for him in their cheers and applause, before he turned his back to them all to make space for the final round of the night.
 â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â âshe had remained unresponsive since the end of her round, her body still as a statue, golden hues dull and vacant, reflecting none of the light that had once danced in them â the exact thing till had been playing. even after her face had been meticulously cleaned, she gave no sign of acknowledgment, her features eerily serene. deposited unceremoniously in the observation pods, she found herself an unwilling spectator, bound to watch a spectacle she no longer wished to be part of. the muffled strains of another song floated effortlessly into the room â but mizi didnât listen. she couldnât.
â â âitâs only when the large screen suddenly flickers, illuminating the room in harsh flashes of red and as it cuts to till that her head sluggishly lolls upward. her eyes, still unfocused, take in the image of the younger man â his guitar raised high above his head like a weapon. she watches, detached, as he brings it crashing down with a ferocity�� that makes the instrument splinter organs spilling out.
 â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â ââ â â â â a cacophony of voices erupts in the room, a discordant symphony of anger and disgust. a colourful array of curses fills the air, each word shouted venomously, slurs spat with unfiltered hatred against non-human beings. robotic hands descend swiftly, their cold, metallic grip unyielding as they shove till toward the exit.
â â â â â â â âhe kicks out hard, barefoot smashing against metal, but his resistance is brief. another claw latches onto his arm, twisting painfully, while a third seizes his leg, forcing him to stumble. a sickening pop echoes through the room as his shoulder is wrenched too far back, and a sharp cry escapes his lips. still, the limbs are relentless, pinning his arms tightly against his sides as a bulky restraint is slammed around his torso, cinching him inescapably. a muzzle follows, clamped over his mouth with a brutal efficiency that leaves no room for protest.
 â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â âteal hues flash with fury, darting around wildly, searching for any way to keep fighting. but before he can find one, his head is shoved unceremoniously against the glass of his observation pod, the faint green glow casting shadows across bloodied features. through the haze of pain, he catches a glimpse of movement â long, pink hair shimmering like silk under the lights. his gaze freezes momentarily, and he almost sees her face. sheâs looking his way, heâs sure of it â but the connection slips away as quickly as it comes.
â âthe door to the pod hisses open, and till is thrust inside with a force that hits him against the front of the glass. his head pounds, thoughts spiralling in dizzying loops, each one more fragmented than the last. his body feels too heavy, strength drained, and though he knows sheâs there, watching him from across the divide, he canât muster the will to lift his head.
#( â§Ë*°࿠interactions.#( â§Ë*°࿠verse / alnst.#sleeplesswork#// poor till having his love confession ignored đđ#// if you omit the whole situation they're in it's kinda funny....... man got left on read#// MEANWHILE IVAN HEARD EVERYTHING#// i think there's something sad about ivan being alone... till is unconscious mizi is in shock#// luka doesn't care. the rest is dead. so he's just. there. on his own. waiting the few minutes before he has to sing#// n then it's luka to congratulate him. it all feels so Wrong and yet he thinks he deserves exactly that. no attention from the ones#// he cares about#// i also think it's kinda cute that ivan only ever gets upset when they're manhandling till. he doesn't show it but he hates seeing it#// i'm rambling i'm having many feelings about him gfjkdkjdh#// i've never written so much yearning................
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