#end RP

[townofcadence]

[ TO THE RECEIVER ]: " hey… what's going on? what's wrong? i… has this person said something to you? " // For Arthur from Vanni cuz I love these two friendship okay hakfl

Heroic Intervention

It was almost absurd, how rapid a day could switch from pleasant to devastating.

It could happen in the most unexpected places too, like during a small book faire at the local library. He had been perusing the tables, both to support such an important building to his community, and to find some used books both for him, and potentially for Caelan to consume as well. It had been a good day; there was a certain joy in buying books, in knowing he held something with knowledge and information he might not yet have discovered from other sources. And with most everything being sold being what the library needed to get rid of, it was all used, and definitely affordable.

And then she'd hailed him.

It wasn't....really a bad conversation, initially. She was a girl he'd known in high-school; Peyton, one of the girls from the cliques that really cared about their self-image. He remembered her well enough to recognize her, since she was the one who coerced Elias into going on a few dates. He had said yes, but she was the kind to lay on the pressure until you did, and he had always been too much of a people-pleaser to let anyone down. Thankfully someone else had come along that she deemed more her type, and those few dates had ended without further issues.

He felt awkward from the get go, but mainly the conversation had revolved around her being here to visit her family and deciding to stop in at the faire, and asking how things had been since she left town. It was small talk between past peers: most of it he was wondering what made her want to talk to him as he answered some of her questions and tried to politely offer some to her as well. She had left town for a bigger city and had a husband there. She had a podcast she ran with a friend. He nodded along.

Honestly, he just wanted to look at books instead of being here.

And then, he figured out why she approached him; she asked about Elias, as 'you two were so close'. It made sense, then, why she'd even talk to him. He could feel her anticipation. The left turn was a sour pit in his stomach.

Said pit widened itself to a chasm the more questions she asked. Especially as she started needling about how Elias had disappeared, without a trace. She brought up rumors she'd heard, anything from him running away to elope with his girlfriend, to he had joined some government agency, to he was in witness protection. He sat with the truth tight around his neck, constricting just a little tighter each theory she posited.

The final blow was a slap to the face, the chasm's cliffs giving way to just a gaping hole. Her eyes had cast on him and her head had tilted in this perfectly innocent expression. "I also heard you did it. Some friends of mine said you three had a falling out right before, right? They weren't talking to you at all and you looked so miserable. A lot of people say it's your fault. You drove them away or murdered them or something. Lots of places to hide bodies out here. And oh, you know how true-crime girls can get when they think they've figured out something juicy like that. But it is awfully suspicious how they vanished right after things changed with you. You had to be angry, right? How angry were you? Do you have anything to do with what happened? How did you react when they disappeared? I mean you did have that one murder news story tied to you, didn't you? The one with that one guy from high-school? So it's awfully suspicious, don't you think? Do you know something?"

Her tone wasn't fully accusatory, but her gaze was scrutinizing, as if looking for any tell, any sign he was guilty. He could see her phone in her hand, but it only registered like a hazy periphery. Too many feelings threaded their way through him, the blood draining from his face. It was a barely healed wound even after years, and her perfectly manicured nails had managed to dig into the skin and make it bleed again. Both of them. His throat was dry no matter how much he swallowed. His hands came up together, right hand clutching his left wrist in a curled position, over his chest. "I--- I--"

"So you do know." She'd advanced closer, taking away that semblance of protective distance. He was thrown off too much to push back for himself, drowning in a slew of old feelings. She looked like she smelled blood, maybe for her fucking podcast or something. Her phone came up higher. "The truth will come out either way, so if you tell me, then I can help your story sound a lot more sympathetic, I know you had something to--."

Vanni's cut-in felt like a fucking blessing. He forgot he worked here, but he must've spotted them. She stopped, startled by the interjection, and it was enough for him to manage a ragged breath.

"Vanni-- I--- it's okay." He tried to sound normal, but his voice was splintering and wooden. "I'm-- you don't have to worry." He wished he was anywhere but here, wished he could do something other than worry his friend, and talk to someone who wanted to--- probably boil one of the worst moments of his life down into a #tragedy on tiktok for views. Or worse, given the line of her self-appointed sleuthing.

"We were just having a conversation." She adds, and it's like jagged glass in his brain. His hand finds it's way to his hair to tug on a few strands, to ground himself and he averts his eyes. "I'm not doing anything to him."

[council-of-beetroot]

Guys, you don't need character.ai what you need is an rp partner on discord

[doodlebloo]

It's like. That "nuke explosion" ending was, like so many things on the server, driven almost exclusively by outside forces that had nothing to do with the plot of the story i.e the fact that at that time all CCs were expected to make their lore fit into a "season two" of the server.

The fact that only a few days after the finale Tubbo was live onstream admitting that he didn't even like the ending and would've given his character a softer epilogue, with similar sentiments from other streamers... Them finally being able to say, "That ending wasn't sincere and so it didn't matter, our characters DID finally get to rest" is so fucking healing and soothing to hear.

TommyInnit logged on and said Nuke explosion? Amnesia? Season two?? Bro you had a nightmare none of that was real. And for that I owe him my life

[townofcadence]

"You were pretty out of it." // From Vanni :3c

Asleep/Unconscious/Comatose Prompts

"Yeah...." Artair ran a hand through his hair. When his fingers crested the back of his head, he winced. "That-- makes sense I guess. I just-- it was a rough night." An understatement in multiple ways. He was sure they both could tell, with how disheveled and bloodied and bruised to hell he was, but it was the best he could offer after so long dealing with that. "Thanks for helping me get me somewhere--- better to wake up at? Comfy. Not wherever I managed to wander to before I passed out or whatever."

He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. Ugh, he'd have to cut this shit again if it kept getting in the way. "But-- yeah. You know. It means a lot, Vanni."

[townofcadence]

He's still scattered, but she's breathing. She's breathing and he has to focus on that. She clutched on to him for a moment, and she spoke-- he almost thought he knew the words in the back of his mind, but it didn't sound familiar either. He shook the thought away, gathering her close.

Those words were all she managed, before she was out cold. But he could see the rise and fall of her chest, which meant she was still alive. He checked her pulse anyway, to be sure, and the next painful exhale shook and rattled and snipped him into atoms. He was in microscopic pieces, but each one sang with relief at every movement, every twitch and breath and the warm he could feel her skin taking from him.

He--- had to do more to help. Had to help her recover. But first, He had to get out of here. It was raining outside still, the storm less intense but still present. He should get something to cover her with. And to dry her off. The floorboards beneath them were still wet and floral and mossy. Feathers, a few loose puffs of coverlets, were floating on the surface of the pool.

He ignored them, in favor of a blanket in the half opened closet he could see. Lifting her gently with him as he stood, Artair ignored how every bone and muscle shrieked protest. He ignored the way his skin felt frozen and ablaze and fractured, rending with every movement; his nerves were a live-wire of far too much sensation to do more than collapse to the floor and spasm in excruciating suffering.

And yet, he found his way to standing, though he hardly could recall how. Artair brought her to the closet, before moving to wrap the blanket he'd spotted around Naoto. When she was covered, snug, he pulled her into his arms again. He'd-- get her to her apartment. Get her somewhere familiar, safe. And he'd do what he could to fix everything until she was more than just alive. Until she was okay.

Artair took another look around. He-- was sorry to whoever this place belonged to. But he couldn't fix it when she needed him more right now, to guide her further away from the edge of losing her again. He tucked Naoto against his chest, and with a steeled gaze and a jaw vised enough to crack even his unbroken bones, he carried her towards the exit, and out into the beating rain.

There was a river, wide, but a gentle one that cut through the land. Her on one side, nobody else on the other. In fact, she was the only living being as far as she could see. Everything was peaceful and calm, the environment a quiet nook in a forgotten forest.

She couldn’t feel anything, there was no sound, she was just there.

She stood and decided to cross. Something tugged at the back of her shirt, but she only swatted the air. Looking back, there was nothing out of the ordinary, just a white expanse a few meters away from the forest set piece. Studio lights stood guard over the entrance, or was it the exit?

__ stared.

Then she blinked. What was her name?

A hand to her forehead, it felt like someone was calling her in a desperate tone. “__, __, __.” 

it was her name, surely, but what was it...?

She walked closer to the river, but stood at its bank, looking at the other side. No one was there to beckon her or shoo her away. It was her choice. She swallowed. 

“__, __,” the voice kept calling, pleading.

She took a deep breath, even though there was nothing to fill.

She blinked. Her parents weren’t there. Something tugged at the back of her shirt, it felt warmer than before. What are you doing, Naoto? Was that her thoughts or someone else’s?

It didn’t matter. Naoto turned around and ran towards the exit.

---

Everything was static in her vision, fuzzy at the corners. It was dark but she knew that much. A gasp for air turned into a hacking cough as she desperately tried to be rid of whatever was clogging her lungs. The room smelled of vibrant and muted copper at the same time. The clump in her throat and lungs was finally gone, landed somewhere, and she flopped back down to wherever she had been laying before. 

Something stuck to her neck, in her hair, on her skin, dried and wet and Naoto didn’t want to think about it anymore. One of her hands grabbed something warm, and like a vampire, she wanted to steal it all.

But her grip was too weak and she couldn’t remember anything right now.

At least she was sure there was a person in the room.

Probably.

“Just... tired.” The clear Japanese she imagined came out jumbled and slurred, but it didn’t matter because the second she’d finished speaking, the lights went out.

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

Gabriel : Please, council. I know I failed you, but surely there's another way besides turning me into a marketable plushie?

No!

AAAAAHHHHH-*Squeak*

This is my lowest point, but I know it can't get worse from here.

Who's that? Someone approaches! Perhaps they could help me?

You! Listen, I need you to get me out of here.

What is that claw descending upon me?

No!

EGH-*Squeak* It squeezes me pretty tight!

Agh, oh it's carrying me to the exit. Thank heaven!

It's about to- *Squeak* AGH! Oh!

You had missed, fuck!

Try- try it again.

Come on I know you have another quarter, yes?

Yes, try it again, yes.

Okay, this time I'm out.

I'm out! I'm- *Squeak* AGHHH!

AW YOU FUCK.

V1 : YAYYY.

Gabriel : SUCH A- JUST BREAK THE GLASS.

FUCKIN' IDIOT.

Audio source

[rsventhesecondd]

Broken promises, part two

╰ • →  Featuring . Itoshi Rin, and Itoshi Sae ! ╯

sypnosis . whereas— you're blood related with two famous soccer players world wide. In other words, siblings.

warnings . angst, fluff, use of vulgar words, slight spoilers, foreshadowing ( ? )

note . some parts may seem rushed or ooc in other peoples opinion. english isn't my first language, so please bare with oncoming vocabulary or grammatic mistakes. 

—

" Okay, next up is [name] and Rin! So, what are your dreams? " the teacher asked, smiling as she slowly leads them to the front of the class. 

"My dream for the future is; to be a football player, like my brother. My brother is going to be the best striker in the world, and I'm going to be the second best." Rin said nonchalantly— " And I'm gonna be a well known journalist! My dream is to follow my brothers, and watch them as they become the first and second best football player in the world!" you added with a bright smile. Rin was still in his preserved demeanor, but deep down he was ecstatic. He always was whenever talking about football or his big brother, Sae. As much as he loves his brother, he wasn't really much of talker.

Rather, just like his older brother, he never really learned how to express these unsystematical feelings of his the usual upfront and direct way— so he chose to find a different way itself. And that was communicating through football.  

But to your dismays, the brother you and Rin have admired has changed. He was no longer the unconcerned, but nevertheless caring brother. He had turned wintry, rather–cold , and unsympathetic. Who knew that the two individual flames resting inside the both of you, altering to the passion of your dreams suddenly crushed by shards of your hearts breaking into pieces, every fragment flowing through your veins. 

Earn so the day came where Itoshi Sae has challenged Rin on a one on one fight. Seeing Rin get shattered was almost the least of your concerns; you never really cared. All you cared about was that Sae was still there, there was still hope. You can convince him, you can do it. You swear, if you could try– you could. Right?

The best brother in the world, whom you two was so proud of could change so much in such little time? Who would've thought that he, one day would abandon the two of you just for that.. stupid sport. But is it really so.. stupid? 

"If I win, our dream is over". ,

sure, for you, there was fate– there was hope. But for Rin? It ruined him, the walls he has built was destroyed, only to rise back up higher. How could his big brother say something like that– his dream, THEIR dream.

He might gotten step on all over that day, crushed to the very last bone, guts and heart wrenching— but he gets back up. He will always get back up; his dreams over? No. He will never allow that. For Sae, maybe it is. Then keep on living with that lie, Rin thought to himself.

From that day on, he VOWS that he will make that dream come true. He will become the best striker, he will be acknowledged by his brother, he will make his brother regret their decision, he will become the best striker in the world.

—

You knew. You knew that this would happen, you knew that he would need to eventually leave, to eventually leave you and Rin. But despite all of that, you chose to believe. You chose to believe that he wouldn't abandon you and Rin, he isn't that type of person, no; how could he do something so harsh like that? He isn't that type of person, you know him, he's your brother– you.. you just know it! But no, he still did leave. And, you know, you tried to think positively. Maybe he wasn't selfish, he's doing this to provide for mom and dad– maybe you and Rins studies aswell.  "You're just an eyesore of an annoying little sister." 

 "you're not worth anything at

"You're not necessary in my life anymore"

"You're not necessary in my life anymore"

"You're not necessary in my life anymore"

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───────

Was what kept playing inside your head right after those thoughts. He's selfish, Sae would never do that. He would never do that for the sake of us, no.. he did this for himself, he did this because of his own wants, he doesn't give a fuck about us, we aren't shit to him. To him, we're just distant blood related relatives. The moment he stepped away, was the moment you woke up to the slumber that you have placed yourself into, the delusions you knew that were not true. —

" Hello Itoshi [name] ! How does it feel being interviewed when usually you're the one interviewing people? "

"I feel slightly nervous, I'm not used to getting interviewed like this" you said with a nervous laugh. " How does it feel that your project, blue lock has skyrocketed and gained popularity worldwide? "

"I'm thankful for the support we've been getting, specially for the staff since they're doing such a great job." you said, the same bright smile you have since the old days not changing.

"Lastly, how did you come up with the idea of blue lock? Bonus— an anonymous question, How does it feel like being Itoshi Sae's sister?"

As if lost in thought, you paused for a moment. "I feel nothing as Itoshi Sae's sister. To me, he is nothing but a distant blood relative." you said, tone harshening up. "As for blue lock, " your tone softened.

" I came up with it to find an individual who can overshadow the overhyped Itoshi Sae. " end of part two

note . this may seem slightly rushed because I've been writing the same stuff over and over again. My tumblr has been glitching and it keeps on deleting 4 paragraphs worth of my work. sighh, also, I'm going to be inactive for awhile ): but! I'll try to update consistently. ⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎

I should've linked this to part one, but I'm still trying to figure out this app. ( am I mentally too old for this )

where I took inspo from ,

bonus panel, they're so cute I'm gonna explode.

taglist ! @chaesdxll , @kimura-uzuri , @randomhumans-blog , @selmabckl , @is2sae , @simpbigtime , @imshittingforyelana , @tsumu-senpai , @sarahforever

[mercymaker]

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⋆ the spider's pet 🕷️

[wouldyoupleasejust]

Yeah I also got spoiled by the heart tweets, but in a way I'm kinda glad it happened because it made me focus on robbie for the entire last ten minutes of the episode, and it was so interesting to see him - trying to find the right moment, every now and then starting to speak up and then stopping when someone else does too, having made the decision of what he's about to do and KNOWING it has to be the last scene of the episode after all these other chucklefucks finish their fun and games. And he did such a good job I'm so so so happy with how they both dealt with this!!!

[antisasukeretsudenantisasusaku]

Sakura would have never even noticed Sasuke if he wasn’t so hot.

Let’s be real: if Sasuke wasn’t so attractive, neither Sakura,nor Karin,nor Ino,nor any other female character would not chase after him.

[grimfantas]

you don't need morals, you need someone like you who can understand

[entropynchaos]

By the time Artair speaks up Lock is already at his door, got it open, and he has stepped inside. Opening the door had been like opening a soundproof threshold-- except instead of a sudden avalanche of sound it is a flooding of feelings consisting of static and tingles.

His grin pulls up at the edges a bit more when Artair asks, and it feels... different. Somehow. More genuine, perhaps? It is truly impossible to tell. His hand is on the doorknob, the silver or gold or brass that it may be. "I just wanted to see you, Artair." And then with a long creak the door is closed again, and that flood of static fades from the air.

Artair sits up, feet over the end of the bed and hair falling in a mess over his arms and shoulders. He notes the duck contraption on Lock's arm, and it only adds to the feeling in his chest. A shiver thrums through him as in that moment, Lock caresses his hair. He swallows a thick welling in his throat that he can't explain. But then Lock is leaving, committed to it, even.

"W---wait." His hand raises again, just a little to hover over nothing in the air. "Didn't you come here for something in the first place? What-- are you really just leaving? Are you ---- did you really not want anything?"

[realtalk127]

Imogen, listen to me. I need you to make me a promise right now.

[timblrdrake]

i just finished They Both Die at The End please don’t talk to me for the next five to seven business days

[juniemunie]

"Why am I still doing this?"

"Don't you get it?"

"This is all just a show... and we're playing parts~"

[townofcadence]

Artair's mouth opens to express-- exactly what she called out. He smiles a sheepish grin at that, head ducking just a little between his shoulders. "I-- you still don't have to." But he wasn't about to battle her on something like that-- at least not tonight during a party that would probably have her busy with drink orders.

"But! Let me get you that plate." He adds quickly, to segue to what he should be focusing on. "I'll be back!" He offers her adieu in the form of a salute turned wave, before heading his way out into the slowly growing crowd of arrivals.

She did say she was going to take one.. but screw it, if Artair was offering, might as well take two. She looks around.. no paper plates.. she thinks for a moment and another portal conjures on the side to where she has her free hand, which goes in and plucks out a paper plate. The portal closes and the two eclairs are placed on the plate and tucked under the counter for later.

"Please, by all means!" Ichisada grins at Artair, suddenly-- her eyes widen with an idea! She taps him just before he departs from the counter. "Hey-- repaying kindness with kindness and all-- when you do decide that you want to take advantage of my brewing business, how about I give you a discount hmm? As a thank you for doing this for me. Don't try to worm your way out if it, I've already made my mind up that it'll happen whether you like it or not!"