#itno

[melon-official]

32. dust motes for the writing prompt? :3c

“Dusting, as you know, only makes dust motes airborne until they crash-land somewhere else.”

The dark ages (Kate Muir, The Times)

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The back door to the Whirling-in-Rounds plaintively creaked in distress to an audience of zero as Pomelo nudged it open. 

In their wake, an early sunrise stretched past their silhouette, illuminating a strip of dust motes by the rink; by their feet rested the strip of plastic they’d wedged under the frame during its open hours in order to prevent it from locking. Itno followed them inside; Lily followed Itno, Teresa trailed behind. Pom had a knack for planning these secret outings; the Whirling had been rented out for a birthday party the day prior, and opened late on Mondays. Or so they said. The chances of their little group being caught unattended in the rink were slim to none.

“Besides,” Teresa had replied to Lily’s initial noise of concern at the idea, “I bet you wouldn’t be caught dead renting a pair of those beat-up things they call roller skates, would ya? Not to mention how much it costs to step, like, three feet in there. It’d snap your sad little wallet in half!”

(In response, Lily had socked him in the arm and shot back that she bet his budget didn’t look much better, “huh, C? Unless you won the fuckin’ lottery and didn’t tell us?��)

With a quiet thunk, the back door shut behind them, but Itno was already busy with a lighting panel near the rental window—the world was bathed in darkness for only a second or two before the black lights in the ceiling flipped on. Neon decals buzzed on the far wall by the rink’s idea of a food court, and a small overhead light gestured dramatically to the rows of roller skates on the shelves in the cabin. 

Over the years, those skates have been handled by kid after squid after kid: perhaps by a young lover about to miserably embarrass himself on his first date, or an older sibling dragged along by the hand of her mother, with reluctance tumbling from her mouth. In the secluded space of the rental cabin, they were the only witnesses to Lily’s hesitance as she walked from shelf to shelf trying to find a pair her size. 

She didn’t know how to skate, really.

[alexandrekatrangi]

[dawnatlas]

(timebomb) first piece of the year woww..... jinx has two sparklers bc ones for ish- *dies*

[ganondoodle]

catching feelings for radahn again bc i have just watched a stream of someone fighting him .............

hes a funny case really, usually my brain likes to just start spinning stories around characters i fall for but with him i dont really know what to do, i just get emotional about him and his theme (mainly base game ... DLC still makes me feel even more sad), i just kinda want to clean of the rot, give him a blanket, some tea and tell him how cool he is lol

[kittykillsposts]

who is that card and chocolate for. what are you hiding girl

[arvoze]

this image is a surprise tool that will help us later

[sparrowchute]

Testing out a new pen my friend made for me!!!! Obviously I had to draw The Guys to try it out

[ok555ficideas]

Kevin knew he was difficult to hang out with. No one ever wanted to listen to his rants about Exy, except for Neil and even the redhead got easily annoyed by him at times. He tried to talk about his other interests, but despite his best attempts he always sounded like a know-it-all. He didn’t want to make other people feel inferior, but he always had trouble modulating his tone into a gentler one. 

He used to not care about that. With the Ravens it was expected of him. He didn’t need to respect them, his job was to play and criticize them to make them better. The only people he had to try and behave around in the nest were Riko and the master. He remembered all those times when he got beat up, not knowing why. He thought he was talking normally and just sharing his thoughts but both men always found his attitude inappropriate. 

Growing up with them was tough. Kevin always felt different growing up. He hated not knowing what was expected of him. He made instructions in his head for every situation, for every person, just to not make any mistakes. With the master and Riko it was difficult. There was no way of predicting how they would react to a situation. Kevin tried really hard to be obedient and to play by their rules, but the rules were always changing. He was scared and confused and more times than not he took it out on other people. He was allowed to torment other players, he was even encouraged to do so. Every time he saw Riko smile, because he obliterated someone else with his words, he felt like he had finally cracked the code. He felt like this would gain him some points in this sick game, but it never did. It didn’t make Riko any less ruthless.

The first time he felt like he could be himself was with Jean. He still remembered the scared little kid entering the nest with the heart of a lion. Jean was scrawny, not yet hovering over others at the age of fourteen like he was now. Yet he was so much braver than Kevin ever was. He was so unapologetically himself, until Riko tortured it out of him. Still, when it was only two of them Kevin felt more at ease than he had felt his entire life. Jean understood him, Kevin didn’t need an instruction for him, because with the backliner he felt like he was allowed to make mistakes and he would be forgiven. 

Almost any mistake, because he wasn’t sure if they would be able to go back from his last one. He hoped that Jean would at least now have a happy life with the Trojans and that some day they would be okay again. 

He tried with the Foxes as well. He wanted them to get better and he was tired of masking all of his emotions so he just let them out. He realized fairly quickly that he was not a friend material and he refused to be scared of them like he was of Riko and didn‘t want to waste his time on playing nice like with the press. But unlike his jabs at the Ravens, the ones he was throwing at the Foxes were filled with gratitude and hope for them to get better. 

part of Soldier, Poet, King where I decided that Kevin will be an outlet for my frustration with growing up autistic without knowing it.

[luminescentchimera]

every year my horrible dsmp phase crawls out of the recesses of my mind begging me to reread tcfsv and by god it's happening again

[sulevinen]

oh my god when they closed cassandra’s casket and caitlyn kept trying to see her mom😭😭😭

[euphoriesx]

god how i hate being love rivals with ryusei shidou

[starboundsingularities]

hi you get the drill whatever people still don't want to hire me i still have to pay for things you get it. sorry

kofi here if you want

[myiayse]

shes so sleeppilled tiredcel

[courtillyy]

im sorry chilled is another mcc ????? why tf am i just finding this out now. im going to lose my actual shit. god bless the gods who decided to make it easy to accidentally sign up. god Bless them

[butchjo]

[deeneedsaname]

JAN NO!!!!