#thats not helping. thats how we got HERE.

[ihadtohaveone-blog]

The demon king seemed happier recently. You couldn't help your curiosity and asked him. What he said chilled you to your spine.

"We finally got though. My spies finally got to your king. Your person chosen by God to lead you."

"Thats..." Not possible. The king was the book end of the story. He was supposed to give a speech to the valent heros, to the beautiful saint and her party. A speech of hope, perseverance, and loyalty. "Our solders would have..."

"Yes... Your solders held their line. Your allies however..." He smirked. "They folded very quickly. None of them were as disciplined as yours. Their superiors weren't fighting along side them not like you lieutenant. Rather demoralizing isn't it? I'm sure you'd agree since your saint would rather train in comfort then conflict."

That wasn't fair. Both you and him knew she couldn't join the fight as soon as her powers showed up. She would die the first fight she joined. You knew that and you hated her anyway.

"I can't wait to partake. I wonder if royal flesh is really that different from others. I'll have to host a dinner." the demon king mused. "I'll get to introduce you to my right hands. I wonder what they'll think of you."

Ah... The dinner. The incident that spurred the saint to finally join the fight. A dinner that served his most loyal. A dinner that served... the survivors and other escapees. The survivors of his first conquest.

But the king wasn't supposed to a part of it. He was supposed to be rescued after a quick plumber reference. He wasn't supposed to be brought here. He was supposed to live.

How much... How much did you change the story? Would... Would they win? Did you... Doom the kingdom?

No. No! Of course not! The demon king wanted the crown! So he would still fight the saint to try and get it. It didn't matter what his other motives were.

What... His motives... were...

He wanted the crown because he wanted the princess. He wanted someone to spoil, to cherish, to break. He wanted someone to love him, know him, hate him. He wanted her because he didn't know of anyone else. the saint was too young, the other demons to loyal, the other kingdoms too weak.

He wanted someone that could kill him, he didn't care who it was or who he had to kill to get them.

But the princess didn't join the fight and kill his subjects. She didn't ooze enough hate for him that he could sense it from miles away. The princess didn't sneak past his guards, travel his maze, or break down his doors. She didn't carry a holy object that refused her through all of that so she could stab him. So that she could carve out his heart and feed to chickens.

You did.

And now that he had you did the crown matter to him? Or would he raze the kingdom to the ground to build a new one? One where you, and only you, would live?

If you were in hell... Where was the rest of the world?

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The dinner was... Grotesque.

Lady finger sandwiches. Thigh roasts. Eyeball croquembouche. Ribs staked like pyramids. Hearts arranged like apples. Goblets filled with blood.

All of them suspended in magic to keep it alive. To keep it moving. To keep it... Fresh. You felt ill.

It was different when you read the descriptions in the book. It was different when you saw the pictures in the game. It was different because now you could hear the clanking of silver ware. It was different because now you could smell the perfumes and sauces that rose from the table. It was different because now you could see them on your plate.

You didn't partake. You couldn't. They were your comrades, your friends. The only ones left from your village. Now they were dead. Leaving only you and the saint.

you could rationalize it when you were bed bound. The demon king didn't make it look like human meat. He it made into soup, or porridge. But this wasn't... You couldn't...

You were in hell and you couldn't stomach it.

Bad End: Soldier A

I'm pretty sure you know the story. Everybody does. Chosen Hero, Demon King, they fight, save the day, yada yada. Everybody supposedly lives happily ever after. Everything sunshine and roses. Puppies and farting rainbows. But... but it's NOT.

It's really fucking NOT.

I used to love reading stories like that. They were escapism. Grand adventures in a terrible, grey, slowly crushing hellscape of a world. But... but, FUCK. At least there weren't drauger! No demon wolves or skeleton soldiers! Or the FUCKING little flying bastards. God. I HATE those ones the most.

They have sharp, needle-y little claws and teeth like a SHARK fucked a TREE THRESHER. And they scream. Just... yowl and yowl in this ear splitting high pitch like they're trying to DEAFEN you ON TOP of trying to rip you apart.

That life was peaceful.

I was a fool to wish for anything else.

I am not the Chosen One. I'm not even a supporting character. I remember this bullshit little yarn, and I? Am NO WHERE fucking in it. I am just... just some rando, in this struggle of demons and Gods. The child of Some Dude. We... we had chickens. Fat, happy, lil hens.

I remember being ENTRANCED. I had lived all my life, before, in suburban sprawl. So chickens? Strutting around and chasing bugs? Tiny me was hypnotized.

It saved my life.

I half wish it didn't, some days.

That I died, sudden and without the chance to truely comprehend, along side my family. That my neighbors eldest hadn't seen me by the coop. Grabbed me desperately as he ran for his life. Our entire FUCKING village...

There were six survivors.

I was one of them.

And it's... it's all just? FLAVOR TEXT for the Chosen One's tale of Glory. A reason for why she's so NEEDED. So BELOVED. Look how AWESOME she is! Saintess, because when are they NOT? Hero, because it's all about HER. A god damned LOVE STORY thrown in, because THAT'S important, while people are suffering! Dying!

Are? You? KIDDING ME!?

Legends speak of a "Hero's Party". I know damn well it's true. That it WILL succeed. But FUCK that. FUCK waiting for her to "be ready"! To gather allies and turn from some sheltered little rose, into the warrior we ACTUALLY NEED. It's my world too. I was the one who had to help dig out survivors! Tend to the wounded! Fight off swarms! Hold back the dead!

I...! I was the one who had to LOOK PEOPLE IN THE EYE and... AND-!

B-Because sometimes? SOMETIMES?! Those bites DON'T HEAL. Can't heal! They are filled with so much demonic power, that the only thing they CAN do is corrupt. Fester. Poison. Sometimes you're already DEAD and nothing short of the oh so precious SAINTESS could possibly save you.

But she's not HERE... is she?

So you have a choice.

If you're lucky? It's JUST a limb. A chunk of flesh. But more often then not... well... The lucky ones have time to say goodbye. The unlucky ones get to be twisted and used against their friends. Their family's. And if you care. If you CARE AT ALL? You put them down before that happens.

Because they wouldn't want that.

It... it feeds a HATE in me. An ANGER.

No, that's not right... it's more like? It feeds...

A RAGE.

An ugly, burning thing. That's hollowed out my chest. Wrapped around my bones. Fueled by the memories of every innocent I failed to save. By the fear and the suffering, that just keeps dragging on and on and ON. An endless slog that seems designed to break men down. Destroy us.

I feel like it's killing the humanity in me. The kindness I once had. Like I am burning away everything but purpose. And will have nothing left when I am done. IF I am ever done. It... it used to scare me.

Now I am to angry, too tired, to be afraid.

Let me die. I do not CARE. So long as I TAKE THEM WITH ME. Burn them ALL. My brothers in arms, my sisters of war, those that fight and fight and FIGHT? They feel the same. We didn't fucking WAIT. Refused to watch the slaughter. Gaining ground only to lose it, losing ground only to claw it back.

Holding the line.

We can't actually KILL him. We know that. Only the Saintess can actually fucking END this nightmare. But his monsters? Those still fall too steel. And if we are to die regardless, why NOT in defense of our homes?

We've managed to push a path, deep into the Demonic lands. A spear point to stab the heart of HIS damned empire. We... we can hold it. MUST hold it. At all costs. For that flimsy, weak willed, half trained NITWIT of a child. So when she FINALLY gets off her ass and stops making goo-goo eyes at her trainers? She can come and finish the job.

Then get crowned queen of forever or something.

I don't know, I don't CARE. I'm going to buy some damn chickens. Fill a yard with them. Honor my parents and be the best damn farmer this world has ever SEEN.

Another crash against our shields. Screams as someone's arm breaks. As someone else is savaged through a crack in our barrier, as something probably gives. I slam my spear forward. Vital point. Vital point. Ignore the strain. The way your arm feels like a giant is stepping on it. Like some is trying to rip the shield from your grip. Hold... HOOOOLD!

Go for the eyes. Aim for the throat. Kidneys. Arteries, arteries, heart! The spear is wretched from my grip. I shout for another. Reach blindly, trusting my countrymen. I feel the grip of another one pressed into my hand. I slam my spear forward.

The fight goes on.

For hours.

It was some sort of ape-bear chimera things this time. But bigger and with spikes. No ones quite sure if they're in the "fucked up monstrosities" book yet. I'M certainly too dead on my feet to check. I sit an eat some fucking soup. Mmmmm, rations soup. Technically edible! My favorite flavor.

In the distance, sits the Demon King's fancy ass doom castle.

Any closer? And HE might be inspired to actually "deal" with us. I can't wait for the day it-An explosion of noise from the command tent. Everyone's heads whip around to stare, alarmed. But... but that didn't sound... BAD shouting. It takes us a long, long moment. It had honestly been YEARS since some of us had HEARD such a noise. But...?

W...was that?

Excitement?

I passed off my soup to a newbie. He honestly needed it more anyway. Told him to eat. Then got up and headed for command. Something was happening. As I got close, the flap was all but ripped open. A commander, actually? Smiling!? What the fresh hell?

A commander looking for someone. Spots me. Waves me over and in. I jog over. The tent is practically HUMMING with excitement. And there, on the tabke with the war map? Is an old, OLD dagger. Very... magical girl, in design. Flourishes, sparkling, and lovely dispite being what must be... what, centuries old? Worn to hell and back? What IS that?

It's the weapon of a previous Chosen One.

A Holy Blade.

Holy Shit. HOW. Where?! Where AND HOW!? I thought the royal family snapped all those fuckers up too show off! If not them, the Temple! I'm met with seni-hysterical laughs of disbelief.

A PRIEST stole it.

Nearly DIED doing so. Temple's probably FURIOUS. Gonna come to get it BACK, most likely. We're gonna have to move FAST. We're gonna only get ONE chance at this. I nod. Ready for whatever command needs me to do. Hold off some holy knights? Punch a priest? I'll get... SUPER excommunicated, but? Fuck it. If it saves lives.

No.

No they need me to wield the blade. I'm sorry?? WHAT.

It's apparently Maiden Locked. Fucking... Maidens Only! Got lucky? No holy weapon for you! Married but a virgin? Weaponless! Oh, fffffuck yooooou, creepy perv deities. There are LIVES ON THE LINE, in this, a GOD DAMNED WAR, and you LOCK the import weapons behind "mint condition pu-"!!!

The commander cuts of my, frankly, VERY understandable rant.

Hands on my shoulders. Looks me in the eyes. Will I Do This? I would have to take the knife and sneak behind enemy lines. Into the demon kings castle. And try to get the jump on him. NO ONE would be able to go after me. Help WOULD NOT be coming. If I fail... that's it. Game over. The demons would have me.

I laugh.

It is... not a cheerful sound. Not like it once was.

Is it even a choice? Of course I am. Frankly? I hope it hurts. I hope it's slow. Hurts every second and feels like eons. That he BURNS from the inside out. I'm gonna make him EAT IT.

Waiting until night would be suicide. They get stronger at night. Can blend in to the shadows. But they're cocky. They won't expect an attack just before that. So twilight is when I'll strike. Afternoon, when I head out. I... I leave my gear behind. Say my goodbyes.

I'm not the Chosen One.

Just some farmer's daughter with a grudge.

It don't think I'll be making it back. Don't really expect to even succeed. But by the gods... I plan to HURT him. Every piece we chip away, is one the soul behind us doesn't have to fight. I do this not for me. But for the child who will never know the FEAR that I did.

I will die so they don't have too.

The castle is dark. Humming with power I can FEEL but can not understand. Grand and sweeping architecture. Great windows that should let in far more light then they do. A blood red carpet upon bone white floors. The walls are black. It... some how merely stepping inside, seems to suck all color but red from the world. All heat.

I see no one here.

But I hear whispers.

I tighten my grip around the weapon. The only thing that feels WARM. These hallways are designed to make you feel small, I can tell at a glance. I refuse to give in. I am a farmer. A soldier. I do not CARE about your damn castle! I dig deep into my memories, keeping to the walls, and try to remember where the hero found her foe.

I trace the path in my head. Cut out the lost wandering as best I can. Right slightly, then forward, I think. If I am wrong, I can double back. Follow the book's path exactly. I move slow. As quite as I can.

Still... I find no one.

No servants, no gaurds, no resistance of any kind. Something like fear sighs like a specter down my spine, cold and vague. Something is not right. I do not let down my gaurd... but the longer it persists? The worse my paranoia grows.

Finally. The throne room. Magnificent beyond measure, in blood red and monochrome. Rare touches of gold glint and catch the eye. Stained glass giving it all a surreal scene from high above. The runner at my feet plush enough to render my foot steps silent. It is red... so very, very red.

The Demon King leans against one fist, resting on his throne, magnificent and beautiful like a statue brought to life. Carved of pale ivory and obsidian. Just as feeling as stone. A monster. Living testament that what's inside counts most of all. For inside him? Is nothing but a void. A malicious PIT.

I will see him dead.

On silent feet, I sneak forward. Only to freeze at the foot of the stairs to his dais, my eyes locked on his face. Horror seeps through me.

An amused smirk.

"Oh don't stop NOW, you're so close." Breaks the silence. Golden eyes open, lazy and entertained. "By all means. Try."

My grip on the dagger felt almost painful, for how hard I was gripping it. He... he wasn't even bothering to move. Didn't even see me as a threat. F..Fine. Fine then! If it was a mistake on his part or NOT, I would TAKE IT. Any chance. Any chance at ALL.

The pressure of that gaze felt immense. But I tilted my head up, put my shoulders back, and moved. One step. Then another. Up the stairs. Onto the dais. Forward, slowly. I paused, just beyond his immediate reach. Not that it was anything like real safety. I stared. Shaking. Knowing I was shaking and unable to stop.

He sat splayed. Reclined and leaning against his fist, robes rich and arranged just so. The very picture of indolent decadence. It was deceptive. I KNEW it was. A trap. But to get too him... I had to step closer. My eyes moved from the splay of his legs back up to his face. His smirk had grown teeth. I... I refused to run. I would finish this.

I stepped forward. Between his long legs, feeling distinctly like I was balanced over a bear trap, and lifted the dagger. I refused to hesitate. Wait to see if he changed his mind. I slammed it forward. Right through his heart. Glaring, as I looked him right in the eyes. The blade HISSED. Like acid meeting stone.

He laughed.

Grin full of unhinged glee, a vice in the shape of a hand clamped around my wrist, and the world SPUN. I slammed against the floor, the Demon King straddling me, at the foot of his thrown. He loomed. Behind him, above me, shown a magnificent window the lit him from behind. Like a halo.

"You didn't even HESITATE. You'd rip my heart out, if you could. Wouldn't you?" He says. Almost an whisper, nearly a groan, filthy with something that terrifies me and shouldn't BE there. "I KNEW I sensed something. KNEW you were out there."

I desperately try to push the knife deeper. Use everything I can to... to just-!

All I want... All I NEED? Is to see it come out the fucking OTHER SIDE. Please. Gods, PLEASE! End this! I'm gritting my teeth. Snarling. This BASTARD. I HATE him! I HATE HIM!

"Ah~ That's it, little one." He groans. Not even bothering to hide that he's apparently getting off on this. I'll kill him. I'll FUCKING KILL HIM! "Good~, that's right. Just like that. Give IN~♡ I'll take SUCH good care of you. I've always wanted a little pet. Focus it all on me. Give it ALL to me~"

My brain feels like it's on fire. My lungs filled with ash and flame. I hate. I hate and hate and HATE! I can't think. Something is... wrong? Wrong! The blade hurts to hold. Like it's rejecting me. No. NO! I HAVE TO KILL HIM! I may not be the Chosen One but-!

It finally becomes too much. The pain of holding the blade out weighing my hate. It's like ACID. My hand spasming away like I was trying to touch a hot stove. My palm is an ugly red. Wounded.

In one fluid movement, my wrist is released, the blade pulled free, tossed aside, and my wrist recaptured, before I can claw his fucking eyes out. I grit my teeth. Fangs grinding togeth-... wait.... what?

I stare at my hand.

At the black talon like nails where normal nails were, just this morning. And feel... horror. My... my teeth feel weird. My eyes hurt. Sides of my head too.

"Got you~"

He throws his head back in a triumphant laugh. The sound echoing like a nightmare. Even as I watch, the pigment of my skin is changing. Draining away to something even. Something almost too pale. Unnatural.

"I'm so glad you've decided to join me, darling." My hands are slammed down on either side of my head. His face inches from my. Eyes burning with something terrible. "I haven't had a bride in SO long~ following your progress has been FASCINATING. And now! Oh little thing, I get to KEEP you all to myself. Make you GOOD for me. Learn every inch of you. You should be excited, darling~"

"I'm going to make you a Queen."

[silentstyx]

one year later, still yours

sum: sure, I used to be a regular here but I haven't been here in over a year and you still remember my order.

tw: unrequited feelings - both ends. percy's a sarcastic ass.

ive been pumping out fics heheh, also i love using logan lerman as percy bc hes jus so percy n hes so scrumptious and i wanna eat his face and his biceps and every bulging muscle on his ripped body ugh.

it was a slow day in general. you've been working at a local coffee shop near your house for two years now and your favorite regular that you've grown romantic feelings for is gone and been gone. you know that he only came in to buy drinks for his mom, but you also knew that he loved eating blue food dye, and if there was a blue drink he'd make starbucks even more rich. yet, you haven't seen him or his mother. you figure he'd started buying from a local coffee shop that's closer to his house and plus its still a small business that helps.

it sucks though because you had grown feelings for this boy. his name was Percy Jackson. you would always spell it wrong just to tick him off. 'persy jakeson' 'pansy jackson' 'perry the platypus'. a few that you have put over the year he was here. he would come in every saturday at the same time with the same order for him and his mom.

"medium caramel macchiato with extra caramel drizzle, a blue sugar cookie, and a small hot chocolate to go! puh-lease!" is exactly how percy would say it. his mom got the caramel macchiato and he got the blue sugar cookies and hot chocolate. you remembered the order and the cute face though after two months of him ordering at your shift. you made sure that if you guys were open that saturday at 8:35 that you were there for that shift.

you hear someone coming in, even though it was slow you were still working. "hi, welcome in! how are you?" you attempt to sound nice. don't know how well it's working yet. you haven't looked up. you were wiping the counters down. you look at the time.

saturday, 8:35 AM.

you look up immediately. it's him. you smile, "been a while, hm? thought you found somewhere else to get.... a medium caramel macchiato with extra caramel drizzle, blue sugar cookie, and a small hot chocolate all to go?"

he scoffs, "psh, never. you're the only one. my mom just stopped drinking coffee so i didn't have a good enough reason to go to the local coffee shop with the cute barista without telling my mom about the cute barista. 'we have blue sugar cookies and hot chocolate for free at home Perseus' blah blah blah. i have to admit though, the pillsbury dough boy with blue frosting and blue sprinkles is a lot better than your guys' cookies. might run you for your money."

you laugh, "so she tried to keep us apart? what is this, Romeo and Juliet?"

he laughs with you, "i'm surprised you remembered the order."

"you're a regular, of course i remember," you say incredulously, "you want the cookie and small hot chocolate but no macchiato?"

"yeah thats fine.. but [insert reader's name], sure, i used to be a regular here but i haven't been here in over a year and you still remember my order. thinking about me?" he says with a smug smile plastered on his stupid pretty face.

his stupid pretty face with some black hair falling into his long dark eyelashes and his gorgeous sea green eyes and his pretty pink full lips that you just wanna kiss and nibble on 'til there red and peeling.

"so am i right or completely far off?" he questions with a shit eating grin.

"think you have completely lost it, perry the platypus." you sigh, with your own stupid smile on your face.

he rolled his eyes and laughed, "oh we're bringing that name back? okay, okay. just know I'll get my revenge."

"ooh menacing," you say sarcastically as you hand him his hot chocolate and bag of his treat, "i left a little note under the coffee sleeve for you."

"oh i'll be sure to throw it away before i get to read it." he says sassily with a big goofy smile as he walked out.

you smiled and laughed at his shenanigans.

he got outside and got in his car. he immediately moved the sleeve, which he doesn't even know why you still put it if you make it directly for him to drink immediately - not too hot but not cold.

he lifts up the sleeve and sees you did write something. at first all he sees is a smiley face, he then turns the cup and sees what you've written in full. your number.

(123) 456-7890

©️ silentstyx please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work with out my permission. thank you!

[nr1sealuvr]

drv3 chapter 5 closing argument rant below because I am mentally unstable

btw this is not intended as a ship but if you wanna take it that way thats fine!! :3

So erm i think we all know that ch5 is PAINFULLLL man bc WTF :(( but there are a few panels in the closing argument that make me bawl (sobbing as i write this LMAO)

This one hurts the most because LOOK!!! 2 ppl that hate eachother HELPING each other at their lowest. AND THEY WERE BOTH DOOMED FROM THE START. AND THEY KNOW IT. Kaito with his illness and kokichi....well...FJKDKXJDNSSN

just like imagine the most stubborn little shit that you despise (except you dont, because Kaito is such a sweetie hes uncapable of doing so) telling you to kill them. that was the only time he was ever honest to him and really let Kaito see him. 2 FUCKING MINUTES BEFORE HE DIES. Imagine how much that HURT katio, being forced into killing someone in the killing game that you hate so much. He said it himself he KNEW it would fail and he knew he would get executed but FUUUCKCKXK HE STILL DID IT. That was like the last touch kokichi got holy shit being dragged across the floor BLEEDING wait hold on my vision is blurry okay im back AND GOD HE WAS IN SO MUCH PAIN and like. i can not imagine a life where I have to lie to myself that everything is gonna be fine. He had decided that he was READY to die.

WELL HE FUCKING WASNT BECAUESE LOOK AT HIM UZGGHHHSHSH he had to LIE to himself that he was to end the killing game. and he knew aswell there wasnt a high chance to do so BUT HE STILL DID IT JESUS DOES THIS NOT SHOW HOW MUCH HE CARES. He basically killed himself just because of a tiny tiny chance the killing game would end. Also Kaito going "you little..." while he had his little meltdown also made me sad call me delusional but IF YPU ZHINM ABOUT IT HES LIKE SYMPATHISING WITH HIM HES IN DISBELIEF BECAUSE HE FUCKING CARES AND HE KNEW WHAT WAS COMJNG AND THEY ARE FUCKING DOOMED AND I HATE THEM.

Heres him getting dragged because ouch. The silence was PAINFUL

Now this scene. Oh. My. God. Okay so first of that thing jn the bottom right corner. Kaito is looking at him and hes looking down. He just gave him permission to kill him and Kaito had no choice but to do it. Hes exposing himself to him and he cant even fucking look at him because they both know how bad the situation is. There was never any hope but they wanted to TRY. AND THEY TRIED AND THEY FUCKING FAILED Aaaanf my vision is blurry from tears again hold on okay anyway look at kaitos face. HE DOESNT WANT ZO. HE DOESNT WANT TO KILL KOKICHI. HE KNOWS KOKICHI DOESNT WANT IT. BUT THEY HAVE ZO. they fucking have to holy shit

This one also makes me sad because again imagine zhe SILENCE as your so called "worst enemy" takes out the wounds that he himself had made (ik one was from maki) and kokichi is NEVER quiet. He knew how serious and bad this was and they both stayed silent, not wanting to acknpledge it because they had hope. And it failed. Fuck.

Anyways i think its safe to say these little shits make me sick and IDJSJWN kaito being forced into killing has got to be the most painful thing ever oh and him pretending to be kokichi in the excisal. I know kokichi wrote a lot of the lines but still. Imagine having to act so cheerfull while pretending to be the one you killed. The GUILTTT GOOOSSSHHH

okay i gotta go now my dads picking me up in 2 min rant over:3

[bucketspammer4life]

‪‪❤︎‬ how the boxers would ask you out for valentines ‪‪❤︎‬

ever had a valentine? me neither. 🚬

‪‪❤︎‬ glass joe ‪‪❤︎‬

Shows up at your door with your favorite flowers and a basket full of bread and wine along with some gifts.

Takes you to a nice restaurant and pays the tab,you’re the valentine here,after all.

If you were to ask him out first, he’d die on the spot from joy. (and then come back lol)

If you were to say no he’d be really sad about it, would ugly-cry over it 100%…

‪‪❤︎‬ von kaiser ‪‪❤︎‬

Sends you a letter telling you to meet him somewhere secluded, shows up with roses (basic ass) and a small teddy bear for you.

Would take you to a high-end restaurant and pay for the food and drinks, tells you to not shy away from what you want to eat.

If you were to reject him he’d be bummed but he’d move on fairly quickly, some people don’t share the same feelings as him,oh well.

If you were to ask him out he’d ask if you were pranking him, if he actually found out that you were serious he’d be over the moon.

‪‪❤︎‬ disco kid ‪‪❤︎‬

Shows up spontaneously while you’re going on about your day dressed really fancily and proceeds to do a dance number to win you over male bird style.

Would take you to a bar or a dance club if you said yes, would be absolutely putting his best moves on for you.

Would be devastated if you rejected him, he literally put on a dance show for you and you said no. what the fuck. die./j

Would be absolutely ecstatic if you asked him out, so ecstatic he’d do a dance number for you.

‪‪❤︎‬ king hippo ‪‪❤︎‬

Just casually pulls up to your house and asks while holding a comically large bouquet of flowers.

Didn’t know what kind of flower to get you so he just got the whole shop. There HAS to be a flower you like in that batch,right?right?right?right?right?

Has no idea where to take you. You could ask him to take you to a walmart for a valentines date and he’d be chill with it.

Has a flower crown made for you :-)

If you were to say no it’d be awkward, he’d be chill about it. comically large bouquet and all.

If you were to ask him out he’d be jumping from joy.

‪‪❤︎‬ piston hondo ‪‪❤︎‬

Shows up to your door in a suit with a heart-shaped box and flowers before asking you out.

Would take you to his place (not in that way you rat) for a fancy dinner he made for you.

If you were to say no he’d just apologize and leave before just going home to meditate. we stan a healthy king/j

If you were to ask him out he would fall to the ground wooden plank style and turn to dust. (thats his way of saying yes)

‪‪❤︎‬ bear hugger ‪‪❤︎‬

Just pulls up the minute its officially Feb 14 and asks you if you wanna go fishing with him. Has a red bowtie on him to let you know its a special fishing trip.

Takes you to the middle of assfuck nowhere to cook you fish and pancakes. weird flex but ok.

If you were to reject him he’d just say “alrightie” and then have a beer with Mrs. Bear.

Mrs Bear and his squirrel is also third-wheeling you two during the date.

If you were to ask him out he’d screech yes so hard it would make both of your ears shatter.

‪‪❤︎‬ great tiger ‪‪❤︎‬

Another dance number out of the blue like irs high school musical, but with clones! hell yeah! that makes it super duper unique! totally!! He also throws a rose at you if that helps.

Would take you to a bar, tabs on him, of course.

If you were to say no he’d vanish into thin air. (he would just teleport home and weep)

If you were to ask him out he’d be doing cartwheels of joy.

‪‪❤︎‬ don flamenco ‪‪❤︎‬

If you expect anything causal from him, you are dead WRONG. he’d probably ask you out in his fanciest outfit, holding a bouquet of roses while he burns your nose with his perfume.

Would take you to a romantic dinner he planned for you and absolutely busted ass looking at all the details he had to look into.

If you were to say no he’d turn emo. (as if being beaten by a 17 year old isn’t enough of a reason already)

Dances with you all night after dinner.

Would be kicking his feet after the date.

‪‪❤︎‬ aran ryan ‪❤︎‬

oh god

Breaks into your house in a neon green suit holding a bouquet of 4 leafed clovers & golden horseshoes and a “condolences” card. how did he find so many 4 leafed clovers? why is there a “condolences” card? why do i still care anymore? whats the square root of 7?? will i ever be happy again?? i have so many questions.

Takes you to the middle of nowhere and just stares at you. menacingly.

Eats your fridge if you say no. haha

If you were to ask him out he’d just nod before frolicking away happily.

‪‪❤︎‬ soda popinski ‪‪❤︎‬

Very forward while he asks you out. no better way to ask someone out than “you. me. restaurant? yes? no?”

Takes you to a nice restaurant but just drinks soda while you eat. is he saving money or is he just doing his own thing? Probably the second option.

If you said no he’d be chill about it like most, doesn’t really mind rejections.

If you were to ask him out he’d be normal about. TOO normal about it actually.

Gets you some of his soda (as a treat)

‪‪❤︎‬ bald bull ‪‪❤︎‬

The big angry bull asking someone out? Scandalous. Jawshattering. Ball exploding.

Asks you as discreetly as possible, slips you some letter like he’s dealing you something before speed-walking away.

Just picks a usual fancy dinner while he has a disguise on, really red the whole date, both from the anxiety of getting jumped but paparazzi and the overheating from the trench coat.

If you say no he just explodes on the spot firework style.

If you were to ask him out he’d also explode. This mans like a walking land mine.

‪‪❤︎‬ super macho man ‪‪❤︎‬

uh

Shows up in a cool car in front of your house, throws a brick of cash in with a “du u liek me?” note attached.

Takes you on a private yacht for the date, spares no expense.

So cool he wore 2 pairs of sunglasses to the date.

If you were to say no he’d just drive away while claiming “you weren’t gnarly enough anyway”

If you were to ask him out he’d laugh before accepting. Is he making fun of you or really happy? Both.

‪‪❤︎‬ mr sandman ‪‪❤︎‬

sand me a man

Actually really chill about it, just kinda asks you normally & upfront, no cars, no letters, no clovers, just his suit and flowers along with gifts.

Takes you to a nice fancy restaurant, doesn’t speak much.

If you were to say no he’d be alright with it, would just go “ah sorry about that then” and leave.

If you were to ask him out he’d be happy about it, surprisingly a normal amount.

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[vicky-0933]

My Favorite Teacher

Ngl this was one of my favorite ones to write, but anyways this turns ina way but Enjoy.

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For over a decade, Melissa Schemmenti had been a pillar of wisdom and warmth at Abbot Elementary. Her students adored her, her colleagues respected her, as they were scared of her, (sometimes), but she was the one that was always there for her students more. When they were bullied, she was the one they would go to, if they need help with their disabilities, she was the one to be there and help. She had guided many through the trials of adolescence, though going through of some of her own. She loved her students but one caught her eye, Yn Ln.

Yn had been one of Melissa’s brightest pupils, a lover of books and deep discussions. After she moved one to other classes and she grew, she had always stayed to see her old teacher to debate the themes of love and longing in classic novels. Melissa had admired her sharp mind and boundless curiosity. When Yn graduated and left for high school and then college, Melissa had felt an inexplicable pang of loss, one she quickly buried beneath lesson plans and faculty meetings.

Years passed, and Melissa never expected to see Yn again, until one September morning, when Yn walk in the front of the school seeing her old school, the one she had always loved. “Oh hi you must be the teacher here” you see a short lady walk to you, “My name is Janine Teagues, I am a teacher her here, I teach second grade.” Janine introduced herself, taking out her hand an, “Oh hi I am Yn Ln, I was a student here, and now I am here to teach the third grade” you say, she gasp, “Really you use to go here thats something” she says surprised.

She talks about the school, and she walk with you to your classroom, “This is your classroom, and I am going to let you settle down in here, but I’m a bit I am going to come back and show you around a bit” Janine says as she leaves, you take in the room, as it remind you of the things you did in the class. As you are making plans on what to put inside your classroom, you hear multiple people walk in your room, “And this is Mrs. Yn Ln, she is our new teacher” you hear Janine say.

You turn to see a tall man, and a an other guy next to him, “Oh my god, I can’t believe we have a new teacher, Hi I am Jacob Hill, I am a history teacher here, I am so happy to meet you” Jacob says while walking up to you, grabbing your to shake it, “Oh um hi” you say surprised, “Jacob give her some space please, she just got here” you hear a voice say, “Hi I am Gregory Eddie, I am a first grade teacher here” Gregory says while he pulls Jacob away from you.

“Well hello to all of you, I am happy to meet you all” you say, after a little while, “oh and it’s Ms. Ln, I am not married” you say to Janine in a soft way, “Oh my god I am so sorry” she say to you, “oh it’s ok” you say chuckling a bit, “well anyways I am bit hungry, do you think you guys can take me to the lunch room” you say, and all agree and walk with you to teachers lounge.

As you all walk into the teachers’ lounge, you see a few more teacher but on sticks out, Mrs. Barbra Howard. “Omg Mrs. Howard, your still here” you say and she looks at you, “yes I am dear and who may you be” Barbra asks you, “oh right, I am Yn Ln I was in your class, I was the one who would reading and we talk about the book along with Mrs. Schemmenti, it’s ok if you don’t remember me” you say kinda shyly, hoping that she remembers you.

“Oh Yn, yes I do remember you, you little book worm, how have you been? I know it’s been a long time since you’ve been here, are you are new teacher for the third grade” Barbra ask you, and you nod, “yea I saw that Abbott needed a new teacher so I asked to go in and they put me here, and now I am very happy o be here” you say in excitement, you sit next to her and talk to her, she grabs your hand and smiles, you remember all the things you used to talk about from love books to personal experiences.

You guys were so into your conversation that you didn’t notice that another person came in and was looking you, “Umm excuse me, who are you and what are you doing in my seat” you hear someone say, you and Barbra stop your conversation and look at who it was, “Mrs. Schemmenti?” You say seeing her after so long, Melissa blinked, as if trying to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. “Yn?” She just looks at you, “Is that you” she asks, you stand up, she takes your hand, momentarily speechless.

“Wow kid, I thought I would never see you again and now your here” Melissa says putting her hands on your shoulders. “and it Ms. Schemmenti now, I am not married” Melissa says, “Oh right” you said rubbing your neck. “Oh let me move so you can sit down, Ms. Schemmenti, and then I will head out to starts getting ready for tomorrow” you say slowly walking out but then Melissa grabs your arm, and pulls you towards her, hugging you.

“Nonsense kid, stay here a bit, I know it’s been a while since we talked, I would like to catch up with you, and please call me Melissa now” Melissa says while rubbing your back, you melt into the hug, “Oh my god, I’ve never seen her like this before” you hear Jacob say, “Youse got a problem with it kid” Melissa says with a sharp tone, while rubbing your back. “Oh no, it’s just that your never like this with anyone, so I am surprised to see you all soft with someone” Jacob says as Melissa rubbing your back, she let’s go of you but keeps her arm on your waist to keep you close to her.

You blush and look away from her, “So, I’m not going soft for any of you, except Barbra” Melissa says. You snicker, and she looks at you, “I see you haven’t changed did ya, Melissa” you said in a teasing tone, and Melissa takes a gasp of breath, but she quickly hides it and pulls you down to sit next to her, and for the rest of the time she talks to you, she was going to ask you something until the bell rings. “Oh well, I will leave you guys to it, you guys have a wonderful day and I am glad that I got to see you again, Mrs. Howard and Melissa” you said.

You get up, grab you stuff and head for your classroom, and Melissa just watches you leave, she felt something she thought she would never feel in a long time, a bit of pain, something in her change and Barbra noticed it, but wanted to talk to her later. As both women walk to their classes Barbra pulls Melissa into her classroom, “Girl what was that? Huh are you falling for her? What’s going on” Barbra asks her. Melissa just nods her head, “I don’t know what is going on, but something is happening that I haven’t felt in a long time” Melissa squeaks out.

Melissa just stands there, not know what to do, she starts to cry but Barbra hugs her, “Hey it’s ok, don’t worry about it, but for now just get to know her, maybe she will come around.” Barbra says rubbing Melissa back and Melissa nods. For the rest of the day, Melissa found herself distracted, caught between memories of the brilliant student Yn, but now since she is here now, Melissa now has to do something but she doesn’t know if you are dating someone, well that wasn’t a topic that was brought up, then she realizes that the whole time, it was her talking then you were. Something that she never does.

Had been and the poised, confident woman she had become, it was strange, but also exhilarating. She had always thought what had happened to her favorite student, and now that she is back, she started to fall of for the younger girl, but was scared about the younger felt about her. Thinking about the worst, she started over thinking about how to get her to talk to you, how to get to know you, are you even gay? She couldn’t stop overthinking. Over the weeks, their friendship rekindled, they shared lesson plans, stayed late discussing literature.

And found themselves laughing over coffee after school, always going over to Melissa’s house but never yours. Yn, now an equal rather than a student, challenged Melissa in ways few ever had. There was an energy between them an unspoken tension neither acknowledged but both felt one evening, as they graded essays together in Melissa’s classroom, Yn set her pen down and looked at Melissa, her expression hesitant.

“You ever think about how life brings people back together?” she asked softly. Melissa’s heart thudded. “Sometimes,” she admitted. Yn leaned in slightly. “You know, even as a kid, I knew that I wanted to marry a women, but like a strong, red head, that didn’t take shit from anyone.“ You confessed, laughing lightly to mask her nervousness, this kinda caught Melissa off guard, but she doesnt say anything.

Melissa’s breath caught, “I know, it’s silly” You whispered, not expecting Melissa to answer you, “I always wondered why I liked being around you as a kid, but then I left to high school and then I always expected you to be there, but never saw you, and I always dreamed about you” you say nervously. Melissa doesn’t say anything but just look at you, and you’re just staring at your paper, not wanting to see her. “But now…” you exhaled. “We’re both adults. We’re colleagues. And I can’t pretend I don’t feel something when I’m around you.”

Melissa stared at her, feeling a dozen emotions at once, surprise, fear, and, above all, the undeniable pull of everything she had tried to ignore. Slowly, she reached for Yn’s hand. “Neither can I,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Melissa grabs your face, traces her thumb across your lips, leaning in, your lips meeting hers. The kiss is soft, slow, you move up to sit on her lap, which surprised her, but she puts her hands your hips, bring you closer.

This was like you never wanted it to end, it felt rushed a bit, but after a few minutes of making out, you pull away making Melissa whine, “Let’s go back to my place, let’s continue this there, yea?” You tell her, but all Melissa does is nod, you get off her grab your stuff, “I’ll text you my address” you say winking and walking away, Melissa just sits there, her brain not working, she finally snaps out of it and gets up, grabs her stuff, and walks out her class room.

She jogs over to her car, opens the door, and quickly turns on the car to head over to your house, as she is driving a notification pops up, and it’s you texting her the address, she quickly drives over there. As she pulls up, she quickly realizes something, what if you are doing this for fun? What if you guys won’t talk anymore? She has so many questions, she is in the car for so long, that you get worried, suddenly she gets a message on her phone, ~Hey Mel, are you ok? We don’t have to do this if that’s ok~ and it’s from you.

She sighs, turns off her car and walk up to your house, as she was about to knock, suddenly you open the door, looking at her a love and worry in your eyes. “Hey Mel, you ok, if you want we can just eat together and talk on the couch” you say bringing your hand to hers and she nods, as she is walking inside. You walk to the kitchen and she follows you, and she sits down on a chair as you starts to make the food. “Hey umm do you want me to help you” Melissa asks you nervously.

“If you want to help me you can, but you don’t have to do it” you say but she gets up and walks over to you to help out. As she is helping you cook, you look at her and she looks like something is going on, “hey Mel, everything ok” you ask her and she stops what she is doing, she sighs, “are you sure to want to be with me” Melissa asks you, “What?” You say, a bit shocked but wondering where this came from, “hun are you sure you want to be with me, I mean the kiss, did it mean anything to you” Melissa says in worried tone, almost crying.

“So that’s what this is about, your worried about me, liking you. Melissa, I love you, I even told you in your classroom, your everything I wanted, the kiss, it is the best thing that has ever happened to me, it meant everything to me” you say, also almost crying, trying your best to keep calm but the soon the tears start to fall, and you can’t stop. “I am sorry if I made you feel this way” saying while wiping your tears, looking down you can’t look Melissa in the eyes.

Suddenly you feel hands on your cheeks, making you look up to see Melissa also crying, “Oh sweetheart” Melissa says bringing you into a hug, you both cry for a bit, you hug her back, bring her closer like as if she is going to leave somewhere. You feel Melissa run her hands in your hair, you let go her but she keeps you near her, “Yn, ever since you came back, something grew inside me, something that I haven’t felt in a long time, and now that I am with you now, I never want this feeling to go away” Melissa whispers, getting close to your lips.

“I love you Melissa, I always been, please don’t let those thoughts get to you” you whisper back, leaning in to catching her lips. The kiss this time is soft yet determined, like if this is the last you kiss, it’s something you want to remember forever. This time, it wasn’t rushed, it was slow, like you still had a lot of time for each other, your hands to go her hips bring her closer to you, you wanted to feel her while you kissed. Melissa pulls away, this time making whine a bit, she chuckles, “it’s ok baby” she giggles out.

You both stare at each other, the light shines around her making her look like a saint, her red hair shining, her being a little taller then you, the way her green eyes look at you, the way they changes color. “God your beautiful” you say out loud, which surprised her, “Oh thank you hun” she says blushing. “Let’s finish the food, then maybe we can cuddle on couch, if you want to” you ask shyly, Melissa nods and the both of you make the food and head to the couch and eat. As your sitting down and eating, Melissa sets down her plate, as she is finished, and just plays with your hair.

You also finished, set your plate down, and lean into her, letting her continue, as the show is going on, Melissa can’t help but look over to you, the way the tv shines on your face. Then she starts thinking a life with you, how to guys would spend the rest of your life together, you feel someone looking at you, and turn to see Melissa, but she doesn’t do anything, you put your hand on her cheek and she snaps out of the thoughts, “hey baby, what’s in that pretty mind of yours” you ask her.

“Just thinking you understand me, and how I want to spend the rest of my life with you” Melissa responds, you giggle, giving her her a kiss, Melissa smiles into it. Then you starts to tickle her, she laughs trying to make you stop, “Please baby, please stop” she tries to say but eventually you stop, and you just hover over her, you both just looking at each other. As Melissa is trying to catch her breath, you whisper “god you look like a goddess”. She blushes, looking away, “God hun you gotta stop with the compliments, you’re making a blushing mess over here” Melissa says trying not to stutter.

“As long you know that you are beautiful, I will never stop giving the best compliments ever” you say giving her an other kiss.

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Hehe I hope you enjoy, I will do an other poll later today for what story to come up next, Hope you guys liked it. 🥲

[bleuberrygliscor]

Truly we can do both, we can acknowledge that this kid made a selfless choice while also condemning the same system that even allowed him to make it. if hearing that a child decided to help others when they should have been given the grace to be selfish makes you uncomfortable, great! it should! whats more, you should be upset that this young man is still working this table, and has a gofundme to assist with the costs, with updates as recent as last september and the homeless population where he is continues to rise.

if you want real actionable steps, contact your local politicians, not federal, im talking city officials, county officials, your school board. if you have the moxie, get in there and run, and if you dont- loudly support someone who can. donations and mutual aid can only work as a temporary measure, dont toss a dollar the same way you toss a ballot in and wipe your hands clean.

[t4t4t]

Hi !

I got bottom surgery on July 25th :3

I'm recovering well but I'll be on bedrest for a while. Collie and I will need rent help for September/food/gas/utilities/etc. Two disabled trans women. Anything helps ! Thank yall so much for all you've helped so far, it's saved my life ❤️

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[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]

saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

do u think either charles or erik had trouble coming to terms with their love for one another?? like religious guilt, internalized homophobia, etc.

Many such cases really … not hard to imagine them dealin with that …

[skunkes]

i dpnt want to go hoooome

[king-magppi]

The brainworms are so strong rn. Twin... Twin what happened...

[pedge-page]

Some not-so-random movie quotes for you this morning

Tag your favorite quote to help emulate your feelings

[good-beanswrites]

I can't stop thinking of Kyanako's Order of Attack au... there's something so moving to me about how things getting so much worse could be what finally causes Amane to get better -- seeing Fuuta dying may be the final straw of getting her to rethink her rejection of medicine. Been a while since I've attempted something whump-y, this was fun to work with.

Tw for mentions/contemplation of death. I don't go into detail about the cult but the doctrines are implied through it all.

Fuuta was not a big fan of dying.

When he imagined his own death, he always pictured it as something dramatic and fast. Action heroes going out in a show of explosions and gunfire. Fantasy characters meeting the shining end of a blade. Even when he accepted his place in Milgram, it filled his mind with images of gallows and electric chairs. 

Whatever this slow, lengthy fever was, it was pissing him off. 

He��d lost all sense of time. He could no longer tell which hour the prison bells were marking -- morning and night blended together. Dreaming and waking blended together. His head injury and broken leg and broken bones blended together. It was all just pain at the end of the day. He had nonstop visitors that kept him awake and asked him too many questions and prodded his injuries and made his head spin. Somehow, he was simultaneously alone every time he rolled over to talk to someone. Painfully, suffocatingly alone. 

If Kotoko was going to kill him with those ridiculous emo boots of hers, she should have just done it. He was losing his mind here: devoid of all energy, suffering through broken bones and a cracked head, and boiling in an increasingly fiery fever. Maybe that was the reason he stopped commenting when he watched Amane pocket the medicine Shidou had left him. Maybe that was why he’d stopped following Shidou’s instructions himself. Even after losing an eye and taking a beating herself, Amane always looked at peace. He was tired of dealing with all of this. He wanted a bit of that peace.

Regardless of why, it was working. His fever had quickly gone from the biggest pain in his ass to the very thing that dulled his racing thoughts. 

He awoke suddenly, or maybe he’d already been awake. He couldn’t feel anything in his limbs. There was only a breathless heat around him. He raised himself into a sitting position, looking for a drink. Moving his head felt like one of those glitching computer windows that leaves a trail of copies behind it. The room swam around him. His eyes moved absently around him.

Fuuta picked up the glass that someone had left him. His fingers were clumsy, and it immediately went crashing to the ground. He hardly heard the noise as it broke apart on the concrete below. 

He swung his legs over the side of the bed. He’d just go get a drink himself. Shidou told him not to get up without help. But what did he know? Thinking of the man ordering him around only drove Fuuta to step out of bed even quicker. He cried out, pain shooting through his leg. That was right, it was broken… 

Fuuta looked down, finding himself on the ground. It was so hot. Maybe this is what she felt, he thought numbly. Was it this slow for her too? Probably not. She had no regrets to fill the time like he did. The heroes got quick, beautiful deaths, and it was the villains who had to suffer the long ones. 

He lifted his right palm from where it had caught his fall. The shattered glass on the floor had cut into it. Shattered glass? What had broken? He stared blankly at the blood dripping down. 

He didn’t have the strength to raise himself up. He was burning. Why was he on the ground? Was he bleeding? He could barely breathe. What was he doing here, anyway? He just wanted to curl up and sleep. He was so weak... just to lie down... he wouldn't have the strength to get back up again. Was that such a bad thing...?

A voice caught his attention. His eyes struggled to focus on the figure who’d come running into the cell. He couldn’t understand a word of what she was saying, but he was happy when she pressed her cool little hands against his forehead. 

He allowed her to prop him up next to the bed. She held onto his hand, squeezing it tight. Why was she holding it like that? That hand was bleeding. When did that happen?

Her arms wrapped tightly around him. He wanted to shove her away -- it was too hot -- but couldn’t. In his ear, he could make out her words. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, Fuuta. Don’t leave me alone. I’m so sorry...”

As she pulled back, he recognized Amane. Her uninjured eye was filled with tears. Was she upset? He thought he’d been making her happy. He wanted to keep making her happy. He’d never made anyone happy before. 

He opened his mouth to say something, but no words would come out. They all scrambled up in his mouth. He felt the cell swirling around him.

Amane raised her voice. She looked desperately upwards. “This can’t be --! This isn’t right!” 

Fuuta looked up at the ceiling. There was nothing there. 

“I can’t do this anymore.”

She continued talking. Fuuta was too busy studying the ceiling. She was shouting. Or maybe crying. Fuuta didn’t like that she was so upset. Huh, had there been someone there? He surveyed the empty cell. What was he doing on the ground?

He looked down at his hand. The sheet from his bed had been pulled down and wrapped hastily around it. Why? His eyes felt sticky as he blinked. Everything hurt. It was so hot. What was going on? He was so angry. He was so scared. He wanted to cry. Why was he here? Why couldn’t he just hurry up and die already?

The next time she entered, Fuuta recognized Amane instantly. Her one hand pointed to him, the other held onto someone else. The second figure hurried over to him. 

Fuuta was not a big fan of dying. Shidou reassured him he wouldn’t.

—

“You’re wearing the eyepatch,” Fuuta observed. 

He was playing a dangerous game, drawing attention to it like that. He was too exhausted, and his curiosity won out over his better judgment. If Amane was going to explode with one of her typical speeches, he’d just let her.

She didn’t. 

Amane’s hand drifted up to her eye. It had been hastily covered before, but now it was cleaned and wrapped in professional-grade materials. She simply said,  “Kajiyama Fuuta. How do you feel?”

“Like shit.”

“But--”

“-- But I’m better, yeah.”

Amane nodded, her shoulders releasing. 

“Oi, I haven’t seen you in a while. Not since…” He wasn’t sure how to finish the sentence. Shidou had told him what happened, but it was difficult to believe. He couldn’t quite trust his own memory of the night. No matter how much clearer his mind felt since receiving proper treatment, those days of fever still muddled together. He heard that Amane had up and switched her beliefs overnight -- she was now complacent about all of Shidou's treatments -- but Fuuta knew people didn't just change like that. He wanted to hear it for himself.

She lowered her gaze in shame. “I… I thought you hated me.” Her voice was steady. “As you should. I almost killed you. I accept any ill will you may feel.”

“I -- what? You’re wrong. You… it wasn’t…” He grabbed his head, grunting in frustration.

After standing awkwardly in the entryway the whole time, Amane took a few steps inside. She made it to his bedside when he finally collected his thoughts. 

“It was your fucked up family or whatever that caused everything. They did this. And I went along and made things worse.” He looked away. His next words felt stupid to say to a little kid. He felt like the most pathetic, weak, loser. But it was too important not to say.

“They almost killed me. You saved me.”

[orcelito]

Watching the Obito Reveal in naruto and while I still want to punch this guy in the face, I'm rly enjoying seeing how emotional Kakashi is getting AND how supportive Guy is being to him. Like Fuck You, obito, guy is here and he's better than you in every fucking way. Up to and including giving kakashi the support he deserves ❤️

[californiaquail]

well boss said reese has no indication of any uti or crystals only a tiny amount of red blood cells which can be caused by the manual expression. coworker insisted there was no point in taking rads to see if he's blocked from the string so going to try some laxaire and hope 😬🤞🏻also then my boss gave me a ride to the bus stop so i didn't have to carry the huge crate which was uncharacteristically nice of him 🤨