#self 002.

[argentisms]

2005. cleveland, ohio.

The first time Allison meets her grandfather, she’s six and he’d missed most of her birthday party. From the moment he walks through the door, something in the room changes. She doesn't know what it is, or understand why -- But her father has a look in his eye that Allison has never seen before. Her grandfather, who introduces himself as Gerard, squats down to her height, kisses her forehead, and tells her happy birthday. Her confusion is evident, only broken by the sound of her mother's voice across the room telling her to Say thank you, Allison. She mumbles a thank you, shuffling away from him so that she can continue playing Barbies with Aunt Kate.

His presence is a strange one, and even as a child, she can sense the tension. Between running around with her friends, she notices the way her parents are no longer paying attention to her -- They keep looking to one another, then Gerard, and back to each other. She doesn't understand it then, but they seem to be having an unspoken conversation, warning glances shared between the three of them. Regardless, it's strange to Allison -- Sure, she'd never met her grandfather before, and he was a little weird, but he was their family, right? Her mother and father always articulated how important their family is. Her summers were spent running around with cousins, why is this man any different?

The only one unaffected is Kate, who still keeps up with Allison each time she grabs her aunt by the hand and drags her away. Later that night, at bed time, she asks her father outright if they don't like grandpa. She can't help her curiosity, the strangeness that came the moment the man walked through the door. She doesn't think she's ever met Gerard before, and her parents don't really talk about him, either. Brows furrow when her father hesitates, opting to tuck her in and brush hair off her forehead before speaking. "We didn't expect him to show up, is all."

Before Allison can ask anything else, her father is halfway to the door. "Sweet dreams, sweetheart." He ends with, flicking the light switch off, and leaving his daughter with more unanswered questions.

2011. raleigh, north carolina.

She’s livid. Every picture from her birthday will be stained by Allison's glare at her mother, and her ever present frown. When they moved here, the now twelve year old knew it wouldn't be permanent. It never was, despite any attempts at trying to convince her parents. Most places, she could swallow down her disappointment, and busy herself by trying to be excited by whatever town or city they up and moved to -- Staring out the car window and day dreaming was a perfected art, something Allison Argent had become well acquainted with. But this place felt different. The neighbors had a daughter her age, Marianne, who she had grown close to in the four months they lived there. The two were inseparable, and often spent their afternoons biking around town and exploring. It was one of the only times her birthday was celebrated by more than her, her parents, and aunt Kate. She had a party with multiple friends, connections and roots established with the kids in their neighborhood and her home school group. It was all painfully normal, and she refused to let go of it.

So she fought her parents every step of the way. Allison knew they would be moving before her parents even announced it -- They gave each other the look at dinner, her mother reaching to hold her daughter's hand as she delivered the news: In two weeks, they'd be moving to Fort Knox. But, as if it were some kind of saving grace, they were able to postpone to the day after Allison's twelfth birthday. It was meant to be a kindness, and all it did was make things worse. Arguments between Allison and her mother had become more common place -- The two squabbling over small things until the other finally conceded. This had become large enough to eclipse any other fight the two had, the next two weeks spent with constant yelling (mostly from Allison), back and forth, and plenty of door slamming. (something that was becoming an Allison Argent Specialty.)

She refused to pack. Any box her mother passive aggressively left in her room or began packing for her was emptied almost immediately. Any conversation about Tennessee or what color she would paint her new room is met with snide remarks, and commentary about how she isn't leaving. Her birthday is the boiling point, the tension amplified once the last guest leaves. It's late, her mother letting the guests stay far later than anticipated in hopes of letting her daughter have one last hurrah with her friends. One final fight breaks out, with Allison screaming about how they're ruining her life and she hates her mother -- Only to have her argument interrupted by her father bursting through the sliding door, bloody and bruised.

What happened next was a blur, with her mother barking orders at her daughter while her father collapses into a kitchen chair. Allison freezes at the scene, horrified by how calm her mother was being. Her father was covered in blood, dark bruises forming and would on his stomach that he was now pressing a rag to. So much for her father 'running a quick errand'. In a matter of seconds her mother is barreling into the room with the first aid kit, leaving her daughter staring at the two in horror. It's unclear how much time passes before her father is trying to tell Allison that he's okay, there's nothing to worry about -- Interrupted by the clear and loud voice of her mother, barking five words at her that send Allison running. Go pack your room, Allison.

They don't talk about it, not really. Through tears and confusion, Allison shoves all of her belongings into various boxes, ready for the movers that arrive at 8 AM sharp. She's silent, in the backseat of the car, staring out the window as her father gives a vague reasoning for what happened. He'd broken up a fight, apparently -- One that had gotten nasty, and the assailant apparently had a knife. Allison doesn't question the answers he gives, choosing to stare out the window and watch her home disappear before her eyes.

She doesn't point out that she'd seen her father's wound. She doesn't point out that there had been three slash marks.

2017. pheonix, arizona.

Kate was.. off. There was something always a bit strange and mysterious about her aunt, but this visit was different. Something had changed, something everyone but her knew. She kept looking to Allison as if she were about to say something, gloat and celebrate — But then refrains at the last minute. Kate continues to bring up her recent trip to California, how it had been reinvigorating. Every time her aunt suggests taking Allison on a trip to northern California, her mother interrupts with a swift That's enough, Katherine. It only piques Allison's curiosity, inspiring her to push back against her mother's insistence -- What ever had happened on Kate's trip, she wanted to know every detail.

Just before she comes downstairs to meet with her aunt and start the night's festivities, Allison catches part of a hushed argument in the kitchen. She can barely make out what they're saying, but she knows it's her father and Kate. You're reckless, he tells her, to which Kate mentions something about solving a problem. There's a muffled back and forth, but what sticks out most is a threat -- If you tell her... She assumes it's about her mother, given how bothered she is by the details of Kate's story. The conflict comes to an abrupt end, making Allison's stomach drop when the silent revelation is made between her father and aunt -- Allison is listening. When she walks into the kitchen, the two are all smiles.

They go out the night of her birthday, with Kate declaring Allison should do all the things she now legally can do being that she's eighteen. The ideal seemed silly, but their night was entertaining, nonetheless. Naturally, Kate has a checklist, and Allison isn't given a choice in the matter. They start simple, with a pack of cigarettes and a scratch off ticket. After a bit of convincing from Kate, she coughs her way through two cigarettes, while sitting on the curb of a 7/11. She manages to win $20 from the scratcher, which Allison uses to buy enough water to soothe the horrible burn at the back of her throat. They end up a tattoo parlor next, where Allison gets a small tattoo of a ladybug on her ankle. She silently prays her parents never notices it, but more so -- She hopes Kate doesn't tease her for tight grip she keeps on her aunt's hand the entire time.

The night finishes out with setting off discount fireworks, from some sketchy man who doesn't even ask for Allison's ID when she insists on buying sparklers and a couple roman candles. Kate tells her more about her trip to California, how she'd met a guy but things didn't work out; That their love affair went up in flames. Through furrowed brows, Allison points out the obvious -- Her aunt isn't telling her something, considering how her mom acts whenever Kate even alludes to the state. All she does is laugh, and promise to explain when you're ready. Through confusion and offense, she tries to push the subject, but Kate waves it off and lights another roman candle.

2023. beacon hills, california.

The fact that this was happening at all was a shock to Allison. She stopped making a big deal out of her birthday years ago -- It was just a day, something to use to get free dessert at an overpriced restaurant. She hadn't even told Scott her birthday was coming up, but Allison wasn't naive enough to think Lydia hadn't grilled him on what he was going to get his girlfriend. It made her laugh to think of what that conversation looked like -- Knowing her best friend, poor Scott was probably cornered on his way to class, given suggestions that felt vaguely like threats. Rather than expensive jewelry or over priced perfume, they spend the weekend camping. In truth, it's exactly what Allison needed.

She spent the last few weeks feeling like a crazy person, thanks to Scott. They'd been together long enough that she liked to think she knew him well enough to pick up on when something was going on -- He was a painfully honest person, it was something she loved about him, but it made him a horrible liar. And over the last month and a half, Scott had been lying about something. To put it plainly, he was being fucking weird. Their plan to have Allison move in with him and Stiles came to an abrupt and incredibly confusing halt -- With a stumbled over explanation about how he 'wasn't ready for it'. She tried to be understanding, show him patience and try to get him to elaborate -- She loves Scott, and was willing to hear him out. But, it's hard not to feel a punch to the gut, between the secrecy, and the way their plans had fallen through. (She was excited to no longer run into a naked Jackson Whittemore pouring himself coffee in the morning.)

They make the two hour drive to Yosemite that morning, the back of her car filled with their camping gear and plenty of snacks. The original plan is just to spend the night, then head home in the morning. She had a class the next day, and he had to work. It's a short trip, but one she's excited for regardless. Her night is spent lying on a blanket next to Scott, pointing out every constellation she can think of. They make s'mores, laughing over childhood stories and poorly mad up ghost stories. The night reminds her of why she'd fallen in love with Scott in the first place, with plenty of I love you's and Thank you for this's peppered in between kisses. She tells him of past birthdays, and how they had grown to feel like something to ignore rather than celebrate. This is kind of a perfect birthday, she points out, grinning ear to ear.

In the morning, rather than pack up when they originally intended too -- She distracts him with her lips on his neck, tugging off her own shirt before he can protest. The idea of spending just a few more hours alone, away from the problems that still live in Beacon Hills, is more than tempting. The idea of leaving just to go back to another boring class sounded like a nightmare. So, Allison turns off her phone, leaving a text from her father unanswered, so that she can try and enjoy this morning a little longer. They eventually leave their tent, going for a small hike around the area as an excuse to spend more time together alone, instead of leaving. Reluctantly, at some point in the late afternoon they finally pack up and leave, returning to the chaos they'd left in Beacon Hills.

[kimsuyeon]

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[ 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙺𝚎𝚒'𝚜 𝚃𝟹 𝚅𝙳 ] 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎-𝚃𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢

the man himself!! i feel like kei's vd and mv are a little bit underwhelming compared to what the second pair had, but it was kinda intentional in a way. like yeah, he's fun and cool and already had a very dark past before milgram, but also.. he's just a guy. a very scared one too.

Warnings for Kei's VD: heavy implications of physical torture.

Warnings for Kei's MV: toxic relationship dynamics, violence and physical torture.

(sounds of footsteps)

Miki: So.. It's Kei-san's turn now.

Miki: "If Eiji-san doesn't join us now.. I don't think he will join us at all."

Hinode: He's.. quite an interesting prisoner, isn't he?

Hinode: I'm not sure if I should be scared or excited about being able to talk to him in person. 

Miki: But you have talked to each other even before this interrogation..

Hinode: Well, yes, but we haven't really talked about his crime, you know?

Hinode: In fact.. He really doesn't like to talk about his crime. Wonder why..

(the door opens)

Kei: Oh, you two are finally here! Hiiiii~

Kei: *sighs* It's so sad that my poor little brother is still not here with you.. But oh well, guess I can't do anything about that.

Miki: Um, Kei-san, this might be a weird question, but..

Miki: Are you sure you don't know anything about Eiji-san? Like.. Maybe you know where he is now? 

Miki: Or.. If he's even alive.

Kei: ...

Kei: Miki, sweetie, could you please not joke about that? 

Miki: T-this wasn't supposed to be a joke-

Kei: I'm sure Eiji is still alive! I mean.. He has to be alive.

Miki: But.. What if he's not? What if something happened to him? What if Milgram sees him as a failure now?..

Kei: Hm...

Kei: Well.. I'll just kill everyone here probably then. 

Miki and Hinode: ...

Kei: Hey, come on, you could've at least pretended to act more shocked!

Miki: Sorry. We already had two prisoners say that they will either kill everyone here or just kill Eiji-san, so.. 

Miki: You're not really that original.

Kei: .. Someone is planning to kill Eiji?

Miki: A-anyway, we're not here to talk about that. 

Miki: Kei-san.. Are you feeling better now that you've been voted innocent?

Kei: .. Ah, haha, yeah.. I'm definitely feeliing better now.

Kei: My body doesn't hurt as much anymore, there's a possibility that my eye injury will get better, I got this cool new outfit.. Yeah, life is going great.

Miki: I see.. That's good to hear.

Kei: But still.. I'm just a little curious about something.

Kei: So like.. Why innocent? Why have you changed your mind so suddenly?

Kei: Is it because of my video or something? Hey, can I watch it-

Miki: W-we still don't know if the prisoners can watch their videos and if they're allowed to do so.

Miki: But.. Your second video showed that your murder went.. Not like we expected.

Kei: .. What is that supposed to mean-

Hinode: It's like.. I'd say you looked more like a victim there, Kei-san.

Kei:!

Hinode: It's like, if we didn't know you're one of the prisoners, we'd probably think you were the one who got killed.

Miki: It.. really was painful to watch.

Miki: "I wonder what would Eiji-san think if he watched this video with us.."

Kei: .. I-I see, haha.. So, what do you think about my murder now? Have you like, figured it out yet?

Miki: Kei-san.. Why can't you just tell us about it?

Kei: Huh?

Miki: Some of the other prisoners are completely okay with talking about their crime, like Chiba-san or Yoshioka-san. Some of them refuse to tell us anything because they believe they were in the right and don't see it as a crime, like Maruyama-san. Some of them don't want to tell us anything because they possibly feel guilty or ashamed, like Yano-san. 

Miki: So I just want to know.. Which one of these are you? You're definitely not the first one, so..

Miki: And something is telling me you're the third type.

Kei: .. A-are you sure you're allowed to just talk about other prisoners and their crimes like that, haha-

Miki: Sorry, Kei-san, but I'm the guard here. And I believe I am allowed to do that.

Kei: Woah~ Haha, okay, okay, Guard 002-san, I won't ask any dumb questions anymore.

Miki: So.. Why don't you just tell us already? We know that you had five victims. All of them were women. They were somehow connected to your friends.

Miki: We already know all of that, so why don't you just confess already?!

Kei: ...

Hinode: Kei-san, is it okay for me to assume that you haven't killed them because of.. I don't know, you being sadistic or cruel or wanting to see them in pain?

Kei: .. Well.. 

Kei: *laughs* I don't know. I could tell you everything, but.. 

Kei: .. The truth is kinda lame, honestly. 

Miki: There you go. You're trying to avoid this topic again.

Miki: What are you so afraid of, Kei-san? Who cares if the truth is "lame"? Do you think we'll make fun of you or something?..

Kei: .. I don't know, Miki. I don't know. *laughs*

Kei: It's like.. All prisoners here are so cool. Like, you look at them and think "Wow.. Just what could have possibly made them commit murder"?

Kei: I'm pretty close with some of them, so I know some stuff about their crimes and it's like.. They're so scary, but also so cool.. Especially considering that some of them had love as their main motivation.

Kei: .. And I'm.. not like that at all, haha.

Hinode: I think you having five victims already makes your murder one of the scariest ones, if it makes you feel any better.

Kei: Hmm.. Well, my motive kinda sucks. 

Kei: And like.. How I did it. 

Kei: T-to be honest, sometimes I just.. Sometimes I'm not even sure if I was the one who murdered them.

Miki: What?

Kei: B-but never mind, haha.. So, uh, I guess I should tell you something, right?

Kei: So, like..  What do you even want to know?

(sounds of Miki standing up and putting her hands on the table)

Miki: Everything. Tell us everything.

Hinode: Miki-san, I think we should be more specific.

Hinode: For example.. Your motive, Kei-san. Why did you kill those women?

Kei: .. Well..

Kei: Ah, how about we turn this into a game? Come on, guys, try to guess why I killed them!

Miki: Ugh.. I-I don't know, maybe because of jealousy or something? 

Kei: You think I wanted to date all of them?

Miki: Again, I said that I don't know!

Hinode: They found out something they weren't supposed to?

Kei: ...

Kei: Haha.. Wow, looks like we have a winner here~ I'll give you the prize later.

Kei: But like.. How did you-

Hinode: I just guessed, but also.. There was this scene in your video where one of the women found some photographs and..

Hinode: You got really nervous after that.

Kei: .. Ahaha.. You even saw that too?

Miki: What was on those photographs? 

Miki: "It really must've been something truly terrifying to make even Kei-san feel that way.."

Kei: Oh, just some people getting tortured. Like, their fingers being cut off or them losing their eyes or-

Miki: .. But we already knew that you, um..

Miki: Well, took pictures of those people.

Kei: That's because I've told you about it. I'm literally in a prison now, like who cares if I have a job like that, all prisoners here are literally murderers, like who cares!

Kei: But outside Milgram.. life is much harder for someone like me.

Kei: So, like.. I've never told anyone about it except my family. Because, well, it's still a crime, obviously, and I have a reputation to protect.

Kei: Like, imagine if a guy who took photographs for your favorite fashion magazine turned out to be also doing something like that. People would go wild and not in a good way.

Miki: So.. You killed them only because of that?

Miki: "I don't want to say it's lame, but.. I really expected more from his crime.."

Kei: No, no, it doesn't stop there.

Kei: So, um.. They didn't just get scared or something. They were sure I would do the same to them and that's why I invited them to my house.

Miki: Oh..

Kei: No, no, don't get me wrong, I really was going to kill them anyway. Like, I really did invite them just to kill them.

Miki: "Never mind, he's still bad."

Hinode: But.. Why? Why did you plan to kill them?

Kei: That's a story for another time. Who knows, maybe you'll see it in my video.

Kei: And, um.. They kinda.. Tried to defend themselves.

Kei: And they, uh.. Got a bit too.. How do I say it?.. Like, girls really did not have to do all that, haha.

Miki: This.. might be a strange theory, but..

Miki: Kei-san, have they also tried to torture you? You know.. Like maybe they wanted to get back at you? Maybe they wanted you to feel the same pain?

Miki: I'm assuming that would be quite easy for them to do, since, you know..

Miki: You'd have to deal with five angry and scared women all alone.

Kei:  ...

Kei: T-they..

(sounds of Kei struggling to breathe and talk)

Miki: Kei-san, is everything okay?!

Hinode: Looks like you were right, Miki-san.

Miki: B-but how do we help him?!

(sounds of Miki quickly walking up to Kei and something falling on the floor)

Hinode: Ah, Miki-san, you should be more careful.

(sounds of Hinode standing up)

Miki: Huh? D-did I drop something-

Hinode: No, it's okay, I'll get it.

Hinode: It's the memory machine-

Hinode: Huh?

(sounds of something being crushed)

Miki: ...

Hinode: ...

Kei: Oh, actually, I suddenly feel much better now.

Miki: Kei-san..

Miki: .. Did you just step on the memory machine and-

Kei: It's much smaller than I imagined it to be. And breaks so easily too..

Miki: .. What have you done?

(sound of a screen being turned on)

Eiji: WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?!

Hinode: Wait, is that-

Miki: EIJI-SAN?!

Kei: Told you, obviously he's still alive. So good to finally see you, little brother~

Eiji: KEI, I WILL RIP YOUR ORGANS OUT WHEN WE GET TO TALK IN PERSON, JUST YOU WAIT!

Hinode: Wait, wait, let's calm down here. Eiji-san, what is going on? Did Kei-san do something wrong?

Hinode: Well, not counting him breaking the memory machine..

Eiji: Oh, he definitely did something wrong. 

Eiji: Kei, just a quick little question.

Eiji: What did you do to the cameras? I can no longer see anyone or anything. It's all just black screens. 

Eiji: And I clearly remember seeing you before the cameras started acting weird. 

Eiji: It's like you were just.. standing there. Waiting for something or someone.

Kei: Hmm, but what if it wasn't me, Eiji? Also, I'm sure Milgram would have its cameras hidden from the prisoners, so..

Eiji: How about you ask another prisoner about it? You know, the one you're particularly close with.

Eiji: Also, don't act like you haven't done the same thing before. Just some black spray paint would do the trick.

Kei: .. Haha..

(bell rings, machinery sounds)

Hinode: It's time, Miki-san. And, uh, Eiji-san.

Hinode: We should have expected you to show up for your brother's interrogation, haha.

Eiji: Shut up. 

Kei: So, you're going to watch the third video already, huh?

Kei: Well, I'm ready. But also, please make sure to watch it closely, okay?

Kei: Because I'm not planning to talk about my crime ever again.

Hinode: We will try our best, Kei-san.

Hinode: Admitting that you became a victim of torture yourself must be quite hard for someone like you.

Kei: .. Hey, Hinode, please don't forget to come to my cell and take the prize I promised, okay?

Hinode: Haha, don't worry, I won't. I'm sure you will prepare something amazing for me.

Eiji: You really saw a guard that wasn't your brother or a highschooler and decided to immediately take your chance, huh?

Hinode: What's that supposed to mean, Eiji-san?

Kei: Don't think too much about it-

Miki: WHY CAN'T YOU ALL JUST SHUT UP ALREADY?!

Miki: THE MEMORY MACHINE IS BROKEN, THE CAMERAS ARE BROKEN, WE STILL DON'T KNOW THAT MUCH ABOUT THIS GUY'S CRIME AND HE'S REFUSING TO TELL US MORE AND IT'S THE LAST TRIAL! 

Miki: KEI-SAN! STOP GIVING HINODE-SAN THAT LOOK AND TURN BACK TO ME RIGHT NOW!

Kei: .. Power trip is hitting you hard, Miki.

Miki: Nobody asked.

Miki: Prisoner 005, Kei, sing all of your sins!

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[ Kei's Trial 3 MV: Love=Pain ]

It looks like Kei is getting ready for a photo shoot. He still has his pink sunglasses, but he's mostly wearing purple and he has this creepy and suspicious smile on his face. The door opens and his model finally walks in. 

"Well, hello there, nice to meet you

The most beautiful piece of art I've ever seen

Come on, don't feel jealous, I only have eyes for you

So like, can we get started already?"

The model turns out to be Kei as well and this Kei is mostly wearing blue and he doesn't look thrilled to be here. He doesn't like the way the photographer!Kei is staring at him, but he just sighs and gets ready to pose.

Suddenly, we see model!Kei wearing a surprisingly casual and even "normal" outfit (not counting the fact that he has an anime girl print on his hoodie) and he looks very anxious and he keeps looking away. Photographer!Kei rolls his eyes, looking annoyed. Model!Kei is wearing a beautiful black dress and a black hat now and he looks much more confident now and he even winks at Photographer!Kei. The latter, however, looks terrified and he shakes his head. 

"So what do you want me to do? What do you want me to be?

I can be someone who will give you all the love you need and more

I can be someone who will turn your life into an even bigger mess

So what do you want? What do you need? Give me a sign"

Model!Kei sighs again. Photographer!Kei asks someone to come closer and that someone turns out to be Ruka. Ruka listens to photographer!Kei, nods and walks to model!Kei. Model!Kei is visibly sweating and seems to be very nervous, meanwhile Ruka still looks emotionless.

"Ah, I understand now, my love is nothing but a show

My love is supposed to be all soft and cute and "acceptable"

When will it be okay for me to show how IMPERFECT my love is?

When will they finally see my existence as "acceptable"?"

We see photographer!Kei taking pictures of Ruka sitting on model!Kei's lap, model!Kei hugging him, them talking about something, laughing and overall having fun. However, photographer!Kei doesn't look satisfied and he looks model!Kei in the eyes. Model!Kei realizes something and he slowly nods and gets up. 

"My love means nothing, if it doesn't make you cry

I don't want the kind of love that doesn't hurt me

"Play it safe"? Nah, that's not for me

Now can I get praised for being everyone's PERFECT lover?"

Now, we see model!Kei torturing and hurting Ruka in various ways. At first it doesn't look that bad, in some pictures he's just cutting his hair, but eventually it gets worse and model!Kei starts beating him, choking him and breaking his arms. Photographer!Kei is having much more fun now and he seems to really like these pictures. Model!Kei looks very uncomfortable, but then Ruka walks up to him and gives him a genuine smile for a moment. Model!Kei calms down, smiles back and continues to work.

"I am so much more than this

More than my works, my image, my reputation

You're in pain? Well, I'm in pain too

So can we at least suffer together, please?"

In the middle of it, model!Kei suddenly falls on top of Ruka and he looks worried at first and he tries to apologize, but Ruka doesn't seem to mind and simply pokes model!Kei's cheek. Model!Kei laughs and Ruka smiles again, but when model!Kei turns to photographer!Kei, his face expression immediately changes to a shocked one as he sees that it's not Kei who is taking pictures of them now, but his friends. His friends look really scared and model!Kei gets up and tries to explain the situation, but it's too late and some of his friends run away, some of them look at him with a disappointed expression and some of them punch him, slap him and they overall seem to be more angry rather than scared.

"Come on, why would you betray me like this?

You're the only thing that's stopping my life from being PERFECT

So like, love me, love me, love me, please!

I can still be your beautiful mess, just give me a chance!"

We see model!Kei lying on the floor. The room is completely empty and Ruka is gone. The door opens and model!Kei looks hopeful for a second, but then he sees that it's not Ruka or his friends or photographer!Kei. 

It's his friends' girlfriends.

They start to take pictures of him too and now those pictures show model!Kei getting tortured in the exact same ways he tortured Ruka, but we can't see who exactly is doing that to him. Almost all women look emotionless about it and have rather serious expressions, but one of them is looking away, showing that she doesn't approve what they're doing and she doesn't want to join them. 

"This is it, this is my punishment

The hunter became the prey or at least that's what they say

But my love means nothing if it doesn't make me cry

So I'll cry, I'll cry a lot, just say that you love me too, alright?"

The pictures start to get more and more blurry until it's hard to say if it's even Kei who is getting tortured. Finally, one of the pictures shows a woman getting smothered with a pillow. The next one shows a woman getting choked with a rope. The third one shows a woman covered in knife wounds. The fourth one shows a woman lying on the floor with many glass shards around her. 

We can see someone showing the fifth picture to model!Kei and we can't see what's going on in the picture, but the picture seems to be wet, like it fell in the water. 

"You did it, you did this for me

Your love means everything to me now

Oh no, oh no, I'm in so much pain

So like, can you kiss it better or something?"

Someone is still taking pictures of model!Kei as he's looking at it and then he drops it, smiles as more and more pictures get taken and suddenly pulls out a gun. The last picture shows nothing but blood on the wall that is the same image color as Kei's. 

"Actually don't, I kinda like it"

The video ends.

[secr3trings]

Well .. since no one else is going to save those people ..

YO BOWSER LEMME IN —

[mir-iamwilde]

Hey, Dad, Look at me, Think Back and Talk to me, Did I Grow Up According to Plan? || Self Para

LOCATION: Midge's apartment.

TIMEFRAME: 10/24, evening.

WARNINGS: Violence, abuse, slut shaming, religion.

SUMMARY: Aaron shows up at Midge's apartment and he's not happy about the picture she sent him.

Midge had barely gotten in from class when she heard a loud knock at her door. Making her way to it, she probably should have looked to see who was there before opening it, but too late, because as she swung the door open, there was her father. Shoving it open faster and stepping inside before Midge even had the opportunity to process what was happening. She stepped back, fear radiating through her body. It wasn’t as if she didn’t expect Aaron to be upset with her, but she thought she would see him at the church, and he’d have to just lecture her under his breath when no one was around. The last thing she expected was for him to show up here. 

“Daddy?” She said, her voice shaking slightly, “What are you doing here? This is such a nice surprise.” Midge tried to sound pleased, hoping that maybe somehow she could get out of this with an apology and sweet demeanor. 

“Miriam, you know exactly why I’m here, it’s not a surprise.” He answered, his voice booming through her apartment as he closed the door behind himself, locking it with a loud click that made her jump. 

“I’m not sure, is something wrong?” She asked, afraid that if she admitted to knowing too easily that he’d know she had been trying to piss him off and would get angrier. 

“Do you want to tell me about this photo?” He asked, pulling his phone from his pocket and waving the screen in her face, the picture of her and Danny clear as day. Midge looked away, shame filling her, but Aaron’s fingers grabbed her jaw and yanked her focus back to the phone, “Do you know what I see? I see a whore, a whore in a low cut top, drinking booze and whoring herself out to a man who looks like he’s never prayed a day in his life. Is that what you see, Miriam? Do you see a whore?” 

The words stung, almost worse than the way his fingers were digging into her skin, but still she shook her head, pulling away from his grip but keeping her eyes on his phone this time, until finally looking up to meet his eyes. “Daddy, I’m sorry. It was that lockdown, it was just…I was scared and I wasn’t acting like mys-” She was cut off as his hand swept over her face, so quickly, her body spun around and she collapsed to the floor, before she even felt the pain of it burning into her flesh. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes, and her own hand flew up to her cheek. Her body shook from fear, pain and the tears as she gently felt her face, as if checking to make sure it was all still there. 

“Look at me, Miriam.” Her father said, but she couldn’t seem to move her body. “I said, look at me, Miriam.” Still she remained sitting on the floor facing away from him, her body frozen with fear and shock. Apparently, he felt he had waited long enough and suddenly a hand was grasping her hair and hauling her to her feet. Aaron shoved her against the door now, his hand wrapping around her throat. Midge’s eyes widened, he had never laid a hand on her before this, she knew he had hit Zach, and she hated thinking about it, but he had never hit her, and she didn’t know how far this was going to, she didn’t know how to act. 

She began to pull at his hand, trying to gasp for a breath, but there was no air. “You will NOT embarrass me, Miriam. Do you understand? You will not be an embarrassment to this family, ever again. You will dress modestly, you will BEHAVE modestly. Is that clear?” He said, his voice ice cold and all Midge could do was nod in agreement. He released her finally, and she fell to the floor again, gasping for air and then coughing as it filled her lungs and burned. She felt like she wanted to puke, the coughing so strong she was sure she would at any moment. Aaron grabbed her jaw again, harder this time and pulled her face to meet his again. “If you want to continue to behave like a whore, you better get used to this, because this is how whores get treated.” He let her go and a sob escaped her, “I’m sorry, Daddy.” She said, her voice raspy from both the coughing and the tears. “I’m not a whore, I promise. I won’t embarrass you again.” She said, hoping that this was over, that he would leave her to cry alone in her apartment. 

“Good. Now, get up. Respectable women do not sit on the kitchen floor crying. Get up, clean yourself up, and get started on dinner.” She looked up at him confused as he sat down on one of her kitchen chairs. 

“I didn’t have anything planned for dinner,” She said, her voice and body shaky as she stood from her spot, afraid to move any closer to him. 

“You have a guest, Miriam, you should always have something on hand to provide for your guests. I’ll be staying for dinner, and I am quite hungry, so please, don’t keep me waiting. Clean yourself up and begin cooking.” 

Midge moved quickly to the sink, turning on the cold water and getting her hands wet to wipe the tears from her face. Her face and throat ached and throbbed, but she couldn’t think about that now. She moved the water to hot, washed her hands, and then began pulling out pots to cook pasta for dinner. Terrified of any wrong move he might make in front of her father. She cooked quickly, and ate silently, though really she just moved food around her plate. When he was finished, she cleaned both their plates, and he watched as she cleaned the rest of the dishes and the kitchen, before finally standing and excusing himself for the night. “Goodnight, Miriam,” He said, giving her a hug that felt more like a reminder of the warning he’d given earlier. “I’m so glad we had this talk.” He added, before leaving through the same door he’d entered and shutting it behind him. 

[theophaany]

𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙶𝙸𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴 - you    have    left    your    house,    you    have    left    those    people    behind,    but    what    are    you    going    to    do    about    the    memories    which    have    taken    root    in    you?    you    can    run    but    not    without    them.    you    want    someone    to    sit    with    you    on    this    cool    marble    floor    while    the    sun    burns    everything. you    want    them    to   CUT YOUR ROTTEN HEART     and    theirs    too.    you    want    to    sit    with    it    in    front    of    you,    let    them    see    you    with    all    your    flaws,    which   𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭    𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧    𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫    𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭  but    you    have    been    made    to    believe    so,    and    you    want    them    to    love    you    anyways.    because    you    know    you’d    do    that    for    them - A KNIFE CALLED GREIF

•º· _ tagging : @baroquette @knghted @kyuseshu @case01 @sevoam @lifesliced @deiforme

[enjomo-arch]

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 + 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐏

I.  BODY  HAIR

1.  Stubble

Ace  has  a  small  stubble  of  growing  black  hair  at  the  center  of  his  chin  almost  a  little  goate  and  minor  hair  peeking  along  the  line  of  his  jaw.  He  does  shave  it  off  sometimes  mostly  when  it  gets  too  stoublesome  and  itchy.

2.  Happy  Trail

A  little  bush  of  hair  growing  around  the  belly  button  and  reaching  all  the  way  down  under  the  waistband.  Yes,  he  doesn't  shave  his  balls.

3.  Chest  Hair.

Ace  has  a  considerable  amount  of  chest  hair  growing  on  the  surface  of  his  pecs.

4.  Arm  Hair  +  Leg  Hair  

Mostly  forearms  in  his  case  and  little  hair,  wavy  going  along  his  legs.  He  does  shave  his  legs  when  just  like  his  stubble  they  get  too  itchy.  Once  per  two  weeks  though  he  wouldn't  shave  his  arms  or  chest  hair.

II. SCARS

A.  Nose  Scar.

Ace  has  a  slightly  faded  nose  scar.  He  gained  it  during  his  youth  in  the  Foosha  Village  when  once,  Ace  as  a  kid  went  to  the  jungle  to  hunt  a  bear  and  got  hit  directly  in  his  face  when  the  bear  attacked  him  with  it's  claws.  It  was  the  first  time  Ace  went  to  hunt  something  bigger  alone  and  returned  to  the  bandit  hideout  badly  injured  and  pretty  defeated  about  his  loss  against  the  animal.

B.  Impel  Down  Shackles  Scars

His  wrists  have  burns  that  Ace  gained  during  his  time  spent  in  the  prison.  His  wrists  and  ankles  were  tightly  locked  in  the  Sea  Stone  shackles  which  caused  him  pain  whenever  he  tried  to  move  or  adjust  his  position.  Considering  Ace  had  his  arms  locked  above  his  head  all  the  time  it  was  painful  to  sit  still  in  one  position  but  whenever  he  tried  to  move  the  stone  would  scratch  his  skin  off,  leaving  burns.

C.  Slight  Burns  from  the  Grey  Terminal  incident.

Ace  despite  having  a  fruit  that  makes  his  body  made  of  fire,  when  he  was  a  child  and  the  great  fire  blew  up  in  the  Grey  Terminal,  his  skin  got  slightly  melted  on  his  chest,  arms  and  legs.  Thanks  to  Dadan  who  protected  Ace  while  running  with  him  through  the  fire  he  didn't  suffer  massive  injury  unlike  her.  

D.  Self  Harm  Scars.

During  his  lowest  moments  with  depressive  episodes,  when  Ace  couldn't  hold  his  anger  and  grief  after  learning  that  Sabo  died  on  the  sea  he  started  to  hurt  himself.  The  cuts  on  his  thighs  aren't  much  visible  but  he  still  feels  ashamed  to  pull  his  pants  off  below  his  waist  in  front  of  someone.  Detalied  post  about  Ace's  self  harm  can  be  found  here.

E.  Marineford  +  Post  Surgery  Performed  by  Trafalgar.

Ace  doesn't  get  directly  hit  by  Akainu  while  protecting  Luffy.  The  hit  makes  contact  with  his  body  however  it  doesn't  break  through  his  flesh  thanks  to  the  quick  reaction  of  Law  who  arrived  just  on  time  to  use  the  Room  and  swap  Ace  and  Luffy's  places  with  random  boulders  before  taking  them  away  to  the  submarine  in  an  attempt  to  escape  from  the  war.  Though  Akainu's  magma  made  contact  with  Ace's  body  and  empowered  by  the  haki  the  shock  going  through  his  entire  body  stopped  his  heart  process  and  melted  the  whitebeard  tattoo  on  his  back.  The  scar  upfront  is  the  result  of  his  skin  melting  and  Law's  surgery  process  to  save  Ace's  life.

F.  Gunshot  Scar

The  scar  Ace  gained  during  his  first  adventure  in  the  New  World  while  being  with  Spade  Pirates.  On  the  first  Island  they'd  get  surrounded  by  Navy  ships  and  Ace  took  a  shot  with  a  bullet  made  of  Sea  Stone.

G.  Minor  Battle  +  Hunting  Scar

Name  speaks  for  itself.  Ace's  whole  body  is  adored  by  scars  he  gained  during  his  youth  while  hunting  with  Sabo  and  Luffy,  battles  against  Bluejam  pirates  and  then  battles  against  Navy's  vice  admirals.

[lovetransaction]

| | the mountain goats : flash creations | |

W.A.H. - @lovetransaction

from yesterday it calls you - @amiwritesthings

birthdays - @castratedsamwinchester

mean, mean hunger - @demonbloodboyking

[schleckermaul]

HOW MANY OPPORTUNITIES DID HE HAVE? after his eye had healed, when the bitterness became an aftertaste more than anything else. there was the time he threw himself onto his own sword at yura's mansion. and chasing rufus barma, as pandora was under attack. their imprisonment— his imprisonment. though, he had already somewhat clung to life at that point. how had he put it, when the little girl watched him choke up another breath of blood, held up by chains wrapped around each hand?

no way. i can't die. not yet.

   a life spent on borrowed time, knowing the inevitable outcome. xerxes break should be forgotten. it's what he wished for, for a long time, that his passing wouldn't touch those around him, that the wall he built would be high enough to spare them the pain. why feel sad about the death of a man who's killed so many?

   he died, and now he's here. and people from his world have returned, and people he's grown close to in this one have forgotten— and break doesn't know what to do, anymore. talking to yuri, he'd said it outloud. with his purpose gone, what comes next? what will give him a reason to cling, now? what happens when the time borrowed has run out, and he's still alive?

   ismael returned zhilan's memories, he knows that. they should all hate him, and yet, his biggest struggle seems to be that people simply won't do him that small of a favour. to toss him aside, to despise him, no matter how cruel he is. he bites his cheek and relishes in the familiar taste of blood, warm when the rest of him is so cold, aching and broken.

   the ringing of the phone is inevitable, but break doesn't pay it any mind. he hears the familiar melody sitting by the window, cane in hand's reach, miserable form sprawled out on the ground. at the very least, the noise of it touches him enough to move, slow and hesitant, as if the shadows were clinging to the lapels of his coat, begging him to stay down. he heaves himself up holding onto the cupboard that holds lady shelly's memorial, bends to pick up his cane, leaves the phone where it's sitting on his desk, still ringing.

   he could leave. where would he go? gilbert would be capable of finding him, if not by himself, with the help of his chain. he could ... he could be cruel, again. hurl another few insults at zhilan before he makes it through the doorway. or he could stop. entirely.

   what if he stopped?

not yet.

   there's a key, turning in the door, just as break rounds the corner to retreat into the kitchen. for a second, he thinks it might be aurelius, until he stops in his step to feel the presence out, and realizes it's somebody entirely else— the influx of emotions has mad hatter nervous, the chain speaking at the same time as a small burst of power extends from break at the same time that zhilan finally stands in the open doorway.

usel̷e̴s̷s̵, it starts, and then d̷a̵n̵g̸E̴R̶O̵U̷S̴, and then their mind becomes a mess between demands to flee and demands to fight, voices fighting amongst each other, all while break is staring blankly in the direction of the entry. the grip around his cane has become so tight that his hand trembles with it. the shadows are gone the second they appeared, reaching forward without any reach at all, ending wrapped around break's legs and shoulders before they dissipate.

   when he opens his mouth to speak, his mouth is too dry for any words to form. when he swallows, it tastes familiar. like iron.

   ' ... what are you doing here? ' voice staggering with uncertainty and vitriol at the same time, though there's no rage supporting it. only tired exhaustion, evident in his posture, no longer hidden away.

   ' i thought i was clear the last time around. '

@archaictold / pls god i want to heal so bad

[feignedhues]

open to: nana suwanarat | @mistyblossoms​ location: red carpet

He should have been excited— taking the sweet taste of adrenaline and the bitterness of anxiety to make the perfect mixture to get him through the night with little help. His nerves were always swallowed, but he wasn’t void of them. All of them had to be nervous at this point, and Blue was no exception. 

Yet, Blue wasn’t nervous. The prick and pull of his nerves wasn’t from the stress of saying the right thing or trying to pick out which voice in a swarm of camera flashes and yells to pay attention to. Tension pinned on every part of him came from the two people who stood the closest together. Every and any excuse brewed in his thoughts, claiming his focus to deter from the fact that Blue had simply turned a shade of green above all else. He’d fallen away to the background, moving along the carpet into the venue that seemed to get longer rather than shorter with every passing minute. Every time he thought he was ahead, he’d get stopped by a set of questions and they’d catch up. 

“Now, you know we gotta ask. What’s it like having a couple in the band, any fears of following suit of the greats?” The interviewer asked, keeping him in place long enough for at the very least Nana to get close. Attention was almost immediately darted towards her. “Oh, Nana! How are you? We were just asking about what it’s like to be dating within the band. So, what’s your take?”

Blue interjected to finish off the first question, remorse too weak to be felt. “It’s alright. We’re all friends, it’s bound to happen. But I mean, they’re not getting each other off— in front off us, that is, so it’s not weird. If anything, they’re just something pretty to look at.”

He could feel the knots in his stomach, and he swore that it was words that were acidic above all else. He knew the truth behind the facade they created, what feigned hues of the world stopping and submitting to the single palette of the other. There was a time where Blue had to take that same truth and hide it for Fionn’s sake. It had been their downfall, and what withered hadn’t been buried. It simply rotted until they both couldn’t handle the stench of it, and they pulled apart for good. No one knew, especially not Nana, and he couldn’t help the burn he felt watching someone else take the lie that ruined him and turn it into a pedestal. 

[romanrhodes]

where: Rhodes Farm, Hawthorne Hideaway with: Roman Rhodes ( self-para ) when: April 15th 2024

The parcel had been misleading, it had caught him off guard. Roman had ordered a new camera for the incubator, in the run-up to hatching another batch of chickens to increase the farm's egg productivity. So when a box roughly the size of a small wireless camera had come to the farm, with the farm's address with no name, he assumed it for him.

Instead, he opened the box to find another box, and he recognised the brand immediately. His stomach dropped, and he knew he should leave it alone, but his curiosity burned inside him. He opened the box of hard, top-quality cardboard in dark, dark blue and gold lettering. Inside was another box of velvet, in royal blue. He popped it open, and a beautiful watch Roman immediately recognised stared back at him, unmoving. A white face with gold hands, numbers, metal, and a dark brown leather strap. Inside the face were three smaller faces for the day of the week, the day of the month, and the month of the year. In the face of the months, there was a horizon, that would change with the time of day from a glorious, tiny golden sun to a rich blue sky with tiny golden stars.

It was beautiful, and it was at least $300 and Roman knew exactly who had bought it for him.

His hands were shaking as he reached out and pulled out the watch. The leather was soft and the metal was cool and glinting in the morning light of the kitchen. Roman let out a shaking breath, realising this was probably his birthday present. He slowly turned the watch over to admire it, and the engraving on the back caught his eye.

"Our Time Together Is Just Never Quite Enough." - Andrew The air left his lungs, and he choked. His eyes stung and his vision blurred as he read the words again and again. A pained laugh bubbled up out of his throat, shocking him, appalling him. God had a really mean sense of humour.

He lowered the watch, putting his hand over his eyes, breathing as deeply as he could until they didn't shake or catch in his throat. He brushed away the tears that escaped. The feelings were too much, and he couldn't do this right now, he had to go to work, he had things to do. So he took the hot, acidic feelings, the gaping hole opening up inside him and underneath his feet, and forced it closed, forced them into a box, and shoved them away. He would deal with them later, he would open it later, in a safe space where he could feel them fully and cry like the pathetic, hot mess he felt like when he was alone.

He took the watch, did his best not to look at it while he put it back in the velvet box, put that back in the expensive cardboard box, and closed the parcel. He took it and left it in his office, to deal with later, away from the rest of the house.

Then he went back to the kitchen, through to the mudroom and the front door. He put on his coat, and his shoes, grabbed his bag, and went to work.

[arachnidiots-a]

tag drop (redo: general & peter)

[linagram]

Lina... Update me on your thoughts of t2 Akio x Ichiro, Aimi x Akane, and Kei x Daisuke? :D

just this HDJJSJKDKKSKS

but okay okay more thoughts under the cut <3

the mental image of akio and ichiro discussing their crimes is still so funny to me. ichiro tells akio the truth about his crime and akio realizes that ichiro's motive was actually a LOT more sympathetic and he's like ". oh no. oh NO" and ichiro is like "so uh. what about your crime" and akio is like "why should i tell you. get out" (bonus if akio was the one who suggested talking about their crimes)

but also. the implications that both akio and ichiro didn't completely hate their victims and actually liked them in some way. sobs... ("why akio calls chise by his first name" well WHY do you think he calls him that)

t2 akio and t2 ichiro bonding over their pain. sobs again

would love to know how ichiro would've reacted to akio's suicide attempt especially considering that something like that is just.. not what you would expect from someone like akio? bro really got rejected by his crush and went "okay. guess i'll die" /lh i wonder what would ichiro think about riku too?

something about ichiro seeing his victim vs akio seeing his victim is so. like. yes this is more t3 but can we talk about how ichiro sees his victim as someone who cries without his attention and immediately smiles again when ichiro actually does pay attention to him. can we talk about how akio sees chise as someone who would try to get his revenge and kill him (though it wasn't actually a ghost of chise, but rather akio hallucinating and hurting himself in the process) and sees him in his t2 mv as someone who just silently watches his execution. an implication of ichiro possibly being a good older brother. an implication of akio actually feeling guilty and thinking that chise would be mad at him. can we

HHHHHHH I WOULD LOVE TO TALK ABOUT T3 AIMI X AKANE BUT. GOTTA KEEP THINGS SECRET FOR NOW. but it's fascinating to me because it's like.. aimi would stop talking to most prisoners but she would still continue talking to akane. she knows that her brother probably wouldn't like akane that much but he's no longer here, so who cares, right? oh, but akane better still be careful around her. one wrong word and aimi will stare at her and go "ahaha, come on, akane-chan, friends don't talk like that <3"

if aimi ever learned about akane's crime, she would be very understanding and she would actually admire her a lot and say that her father got what he deserved. and then she would go "haha, so our crimes are actually very similar!^^" it's okay, akane, just continue thinking that she's talking about her classmates. her relationship with her brother was so healthy and normal, trust her.

it also breaks me to think about how akane's case is more "obvious", like you can clearly tell what kind of person her father was, it's hard not to sympathize with her and all, meanwhile aimi's case is much harder to understand. she mentioned her brother in her first interrogation and she said that she likes spending time with him. she claims to have a good relationship with her family. it seems like her classmates were her only problem. and then she casually mentions that her brother's dead and implies that she killed him. and then she calls him a freak during her second interrogation and says he wouldn't let her live a normal life. girl do you wanna talk about it

also akane having really bad problems with money and aimi secretly being a rich girl and both of them still being bullied, just for different reasons. i wish i could say "if only they have met each other before milgram" but honestly.. i don't think akane would've liked the person aimi was before milgram. there really was a reason why her classmates hated her so much (to be honest, they were more.. afraid of her, actually).

something about aimi still acting so nice to akane while hiding the truth about her past and her plans for the future is so. HHHHHH. like yes, she will go "akane-chan, do you want to hang out? :D" or "akane-chan, thank you so much for helping me with akio-kun!". yes, she also hates almost all prisoners now. yes, she's planning to do something to them. just don't worry about it, okay, akane?^^

imagine t2 kei and t2 daisuke talking about their crushes before milgram. kei listens to daisuke and then he's like "woah ryuto sounds really cool! now check this out" and shows him a photo of ruka (don't ask why he has one) all beaten up and covered in blood. what would daisuke's reaction be. what would daisuke's reaction to kei and ruka's whole relationship be actually. imagine you're t2 daisuke and you have to listen to kei talking about how his bf likes to think he's a walking corpse.

hold on i have to put the image of daisuke seeing the way kei is treated by shun and eiko and still walking away and kei looking at him and trying to ask him for help or get his attention (but like "oh daisuke hi!! long time no see!! i know we've seen each other like ten minutes ago, but- hey! hey come on buddy, i'm talking to you! hey that's really rude!") but failing into your head real quick

this probably wouldn't be possible but them watching each other's mvs is still such an interesting concept to me. though it's also really funny to me because daisuke would probably be. at least a little bit surprised to see kei like that, meanwhile kei would be like "wow that was cool :0". that's it. that's the only reaction you're getting from him daisuke.

something about the way daisuke and kei think about their jobs is so interesting to me. if i'm not wrong and my memory is not being weird, daisuke was seen kind of as a softie, right? and i wouldn't say that he was like. a huge fan of his job. meanwhile kei was both good as a "normal" photographer and whatever he was doing for his dad's friend and he liked doing both things as well. (fun fact: even kei's boss thought he's weird, since his boss wasn't really that sadistic and mostly did it for the money)

this is mostly about t1 daisuke and t1 kei but i still think it's funny how if daisuke asked if kei wants to smoke with him, kei would say yes instantly but he also would look like he's NOT having a good time throughout the whole thing and would also look like he doesn't even know what he's doing. and he would also go "ahaha oh i'm just. more into vaping haha" while thinking "I HATE BOTH OF THESE THINGS". oh btw kei also has an alcohol-related trauma. never let him interact with noa please

[secr3trings]

that’s .. quite a lot of kidnapped people. what in the chilidogs is going on?

[theophaany]

JAVED HAS EATEN LESSER GODS IN HOPE TO STRENGTHEN HIMSELF. and at taste of their flesh has said that they carry the flavor of their work. when eating the god of the home it was a bite of brick , and hope. of laughter and running dreams , of the shades of humanity one is blessed around and the insulation of both family and structure. and no matter how much he ate his appetite for the body of the god never dimmed for eating a divine creature is like finding yourself in the greatest pleasure you may know.

[enjomo-arch]

In the light of me unable to rest rn possessive ace or something...