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[muertemismo]

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Everything in his life was for a reason, a CAUSE -- to seek RETRIBUTION and solace in balance within an imperfect world, however that may be. REVENGE, even, for the death of his parents; acts of JUSTICE performed in the way he sought out formal morality. The SOLDIER would go to many lengths, any, to help bring comfort to those who may suffer with the same trauma as himself. That theory seemed to be tested -- the military had introduced a PROGRAM that was extended to him, an enhancement program. Daily, they were to be monitored, INJECTED with various liquids, eat a specific diet, physically and mentally expand the limits of what a NORMAL human could give and take. It was exhausting in all forms. There were times in his life where he had thought 'that was it', or 'this is too much', but there was NOTHING that could compare to the PAIN that shook him to his core most nights. Pain that didn't seem to be on the same LEVEL as the other recruits and soldiers that were also pulled into the experiment. Nights like his current were LONG, restless; Gabriel could feel each nerve, each CELL in his body -- it was as if they were EXPLODING within him, microscopic collisions that sent shockwaves of agony through his core. Sweat lined his forehead as clammy palms GRIPPED the sleeping bag that wrapped him. It was the moments like this that had him REGRET -- rethink everything he'd wanted for this world. Was this the cost? Was this what it would take to make things better? Why did no one else seem to be aching as bad? Am I not reacting to the serum the same way? Anxiety ENCOMPASSED him, erasing the overwhelming warmth from the sleeping bag and refilling the void with an icy CHILL. Nothing was comfortable, but fatigue aided in the inevitable DECLINE of tired eyelids -- darkness consuming what little he could see from where he was nestled on the floor of his bunker.

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[meadelicta]

it feels as if he's underwater. her voice reaches his ears, but through a sort of haze. he's there, but not there at the same time. stuck in his thoughts, even more so now in her company. finding it difficult to focus back on reality, natalia's words register a few seconds later. "that- that sounds good." his voice is odd in his own ears, briefly looking up to give her a semblance of a smile. it doesn't reach his eyes, and falls back into pressed lips quickly. "he... he really did." back to staring at the floorboards, the words are painful, as any memory of richard always is now. even when it comes to thinking about him before the fight, kamon's constantly stuck between wanting to escape the memories for the pain they bring- and the guilt that comes with the selfish desire to do so. natalia playing clair de lune, and richard watching with a fond smile. kamon practicing before performances, richard nodding and telling him he'll be there. no more — those moments will be no more and kamon —- doesn't know what to do with it. what to do with himself. he's pulling at a particularly long hangnail, pulling the skin back until it almost bleeds, when the warmth of her hand covers his own. her skin feels warm against the cold skin, and he freezes. not expecting it at all. the touch grounds him more than he thought it would, and his erratic movements come to a still at once. a hitch of breath, he nods. "yeah- it's a... bad habit." turning his hand, he briefly intertwines their fingers, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. looks up to meet her eyes. the question is both surprising and not, yet unwelcome at the same time. kamon doesn't want anyone to know, doesn't want her to know at all. he cares a lot for natalia, sees her as one of his closest friends, and the fear of disappointing her, or worse, is too strong. however now, pinned like a butterfly with her realizations, he feels at a loss. "oh—- i- i mean — it's- it's difficult- without-" the words leave his lips in a stutter, and for the briefest of moments, he wonders if the truth will set him free. at least, ease some of the weight in his chest, make it a bit easier to sleep, to breathe. "without him. and —-" the rest of the words hang in the air, and he swallows. "if i- if i told you something —- could you- could you promise me—-" he speaks quickly, frightful eyes returning back to the floorboards. his hands begin to shake again. "not to hate me?"

The feeling that something was off with Kamon only grew and grew as Natalia watched him. He was so distracted. Not in his body, too far in his head. Is this what grief looked like on him? She wanted to prod, to dig into what was on his mind, but she held back, answering his question instead.

"I'm thinking… Debussy. Clair de Lune."

It was an easy choice. One of the most popular and overplayed piano classics. A piece she was positive she could play well as she once did after a few hours of painstaking practice.

"Richard really liked it," she added, giving more context for her choice. After all, this silly little talent show they were having was supposed to honor his love for the arts, right? It seemed fitting.

Green eyes caught the way Kamon was picking at his nails. Natalia didn't like it when people did that. It was a ghastly habit. But it wasn't irritation she felt as she watched him. It was... concern. So gently, she reached over and placed her hand over his, stilling his fingers.

"You shouldn’t pick at your nails," she advised. Her voice soft. Kind. With the closeness that's developed between them in their adulthood, she's learned to be less... abrasive when it came to Kamon. He was sensitive in a way that made her want to be careful, not annoyed.

"What’s up with you?" She finally asked. "I know it’s been… hard." An understatement. "These last few days. But… you seem…" She hesitated, searching for the right way to describe it. "…really removed?" It still didn't feel right to her but it was the closest she could get in the moment.

[anatomyofjamesyates]

[harritudur]

Brief Encounter (1945), dir. David Lean

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[mewkwota]

(And so Luigi dies in Dracula's Castle for the 3rd time.)

In the spirit (haha) of my recent reminiscing of the Belmonts' Smash Reveal, I finally got my mental bum off to make this comic I've been wanting to scribble. Why is this so important? It's important to me.

[pommegrantaire]

Angstober Day 4: "Blood"

I saw a version of this with a pairing I dislike at some point, so I made it NaruGaa... I also fucking love MCR like the basic emo I am

[lunarharp]

shirahama-sensei reminded me she has a thing for the teacher from pokemon s/v so i randomly went off on an au where qifrey is the professor. etc

[anatomyofjamesyates]

[valhallavalgrace]

Have you used your powers at all since getting to Hotel Valhalla?

Leo hasn't used his powers once in battle and it's probably costed him a couple losses. (The dreams are likely both from the gods and also from genuine demigod PTSD.)

I've posted a flashforward in-universe valgrace fanart about this arc here... he'll be happy again one day I'm sorry

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[cryptocism]

Hi! I’ve been a huge fan of your fic, Frequency since I started reading it last year, and even after it’s reached it’s conclusion. One of my friends has recently gotten into bookbinding, and they’ve offered to bind a fanfiction for me, which would be a wholly personal copy.

Even though there’s no selling or money exchange involved, I know fanbinding can be tricky, and isn’t something that should be done without the author’s permission. Which is why I wanted to ask if my friend can bind a personal copy of Frequency for me. If the answer is no, I totally understand, and it’s why I wanted to ask in the first place!

hi!! sorry its taken me a while to answer these asks!

tbh in an ideal world i would love to do a print run of Frequency so that it could include better formatted footnotes/comic references with artwork included in each chapter and shoutouts/acknowledgements and cover art yada yada yada but i don't know if there's a way i could do it without either spending a whole bunch of money or getting a cease and desist. idk exactly how to thread that needle but i might look into it at some point if enough ppl wanted print copies

anyway to actually answer ur questions i think personal copies would probably be fine! just so long as they're not being sold etc. and thanks for asking btw i really appreciate it!

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[lika2]

Ah yes. In order:

The 26 yr old who decided it was totally ok to murder a sheltered 16 yr old for accidentally disabling two people and not understanding the repercussions of that (because nobody would tell her)

The man who shot a lion and covered up a horrible accident, refused to let his daughter face the consequences for her dumb mistakes, and put the paraplegic on the 3rd floor, so he couldn't leave his room w/out outside help. Moe's room is on the 1st floor.

The 22 yr old who tried to go on a date with a 16 yr old

And the 16 yr old whose negligence and blaze attitude towards danger and death led to the permanent maiming of two of her co-workers.

"Not a single one of them was a bad person on the inside, huh?"

Are you sure abt that Maya?