#vote blue no matter who is such a joke
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Tags on a post that said “if both candidates agree on an issue, it’s a non-issue”. Regarding a genocide.
Okay lol. Very normal people on the “vote blue no matter who” side.
“I personally don’t want to die” yet you’re alright voting for someone who kills others just because you think it’s a lost cause? You’d rather vote for someone you KNOW is going to kill thousands of Palestinians just because he MIGHT not kill you. And that is an extremely privileged take.
“Mehmehmeh third party can NEVER win” yes because you’d rather give Biden a deepthroat than actually vote for important change. This isn’t something like tax brackets or stimulus checks, Biden is, currently, right now, killing people. He condemns Israel to the press and then mails them more bombs through the “”humanitarian aid”” port he built.
I swear to god Biden could pick up an infant, bring it to the podium during a speech, set it on fire, and slam it on the ground as hard as he physically could and you’d still vote for him as long as it wasn’t YOUR baby.
Anyway, I’m done humoring this. I’m breaking and blocking mutuals over this. I’m not going to pretend this is an even remotely leftist let alone justifiable take.
#vote blue no matter who is such a joke#Biden is a Catholic conservative who protested the end of segregation#he’s the type of vermin who would spit on a black child if they wanted to drink out of a white water fountain#and you people just eat it up because the ballot says democrat#grow up and grow a brain#if it looks like duck and quacks like a duck that ducks a wannabe Nazi named Biden#Also Bogleech being a clown again what else is new#anyway if you vote Biden you can block me just like if you vote for trump#‘mehmehmeh Biden won’t get trans people killed’ yes. He will. You think he’s NOT transphobic?? Please.#The only way Biden does anything to protect trans people is if it distracts from his genocide#but frankly I think at most he’s just going to look the other way as Republican lawmakers quietly strip rights away#because he is a conservative and believes in traditional Christian values and doesn’t want queers to have rights any more than trump does
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#this is why we can't have nice things#woke is wonderful#donald trump is weird#trump harris debate#harris trump debate#Mary l trump#mary trump#trump is unfit#trump is a cult leader#vote for democracy#your vote matters#vote democrat#vote vote vote#vote harris#vote blue#please vote#kamala harris#harris walz 2024#Harris will make America greater#first female president#lies and the lying liars who tell them#trump is a joke#trump is a threat to democracy#trump is a criminal#trump is weird#Trump is soft on crime#34 counts#lock him up#blue wave
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is it actually statistically possible for me to be responsible for changing the course of a poll with over 200k final votes I gegnuinely don't care bitch!!!! NOBODY pulled as hard as me in that race okay. I'm claiming that shit like reigen and the slit-mouthed woman.
#undertale#sanssweep#we were at 45%. 45!!!!! people were joking in the replies. about years of seeing glowing blue dicks. but that didn't matter bc it wasn't#about having a fair fight it was about the bit of reigen winning#when they started to point out the even funnier bit of reigen losing? that was the turnabout of the entire tournament#that was ME!!!!!! i shouted that shit from the ROOFTOPS#''the perfect three story arc for the perfect joke'' they were quoting ME!!!!#it wasn't about rallying for fresh votes although i did that too on this side of the battlefield.#it was about convincing the ones who would've voted reigen#to vote sans instead because it would've been funnier. THAT WAS ME#mp100
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why can't all the americans telling people to vote Biden no matter what actually threaten Biden/the Democrat party by saying they won't vote for him if he supports genocide. how the fuck are you doing politics by voting for someone no matter what and making that public. you can LIE! say you don't plan on voting for him when you do plan on doing it, just theaten the party omg
#drugs are amazing already I've solved american politics next I'm solving world hunger#nah but no joke it's pathetic#and when they say well he can't do anything about [cause] because of Government Reasons WELL HE CAN SPEAK UP ABOUT IT!#lord help you people a democrat candidate could be killing people in the streets and you'd go vote blue no matter who
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Wait is Tim Walz part of the Alliance or The Horde because the answer to that question will influence my vote.
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okay, this one's funny
#roguish archetype.txt#people are making so many jokes and most of them aren't very funny but this one is#also the answer is yes btw. we are voting blue no matter who.#okay 2 rb
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OP wha happun?
listen i am not american. i understand that even democrats fucking suck and its a genuinely shitty situation to be in. im so sorry. but hey, hey look at me. why are you guys bullying people for saying "you should still vote blue?" Like im curious about the alternatives youve got. voting red? firebombing walmart? tumblr user catboyssepticbutthole, i know you will not be firebombing walmart.
#obviously doing that shit would kill more random ass shoppers and overall just. dont#but at this point saying this is useless bc youre all couch warriors with nothing to show for it#why do we even bother. lets all just do actually useful shit#<- prev tags#like what ecosystem did you think the 'bEat The Rich' anti-capitalism posts were coming from...............#also part of the Shut Up Abt Voting is that calling for voting-as-political-action is only useful during times WHEN ELECTIONS ARE BEING HEL#wasting airspace by reminding ppl to vote ANYTIME political action comes up-- even in jokes-- is choking out other efforts & is INACTIONABL#& since as you understand //not everyone on here making+sharing posts is american// having discussions get highjacked w/VOTEBLUE is annoyin#pushing for VOTEBLUE while the 'blue party' is ACTIVELY PARTICIPATING IN GENOCIDE AS PART OF THEIR IDEALS is also fucking tacky#why push for vote blue when you could be pressuring your 'Blues' to fucking Do Better#why are you campaigning for your Blues No Matter Who-s instead of pressuring them to reflect your beliefs (unless they already are Aligned)#there's soooo many fucking criticisms that you're just glossing over-- and for WHAT.#THEY'RE NOT EVEN YOUR BLUES!! YOU AREN'T AMERICAN!!#WHOLE ORIGINAL POST IS JUST ''NICE DICHOTOMY ASSHOLE WHAT LIES BEYOND IT''#why do you think the only options are Vote Red or Firebomb; how is it your understanding has come to reflect VOTEBLUE as the *only option*#--if not bc voteblue types are drowning out any other fucking conversations + methods of group action
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#'well I dont vote red and not voting is a vote for red'#RED OR DA BLUE FASCIST GENOCIDAL MANIAC FO TODAY#you people are fucking#UGH#UUUUHGGGHGHGHGHGH#I DONT GET IT#DO YOU NOT READ#THE THINGS YOURE AFRAID OF HAPPENING ARE ALREADY HAPPENING#TRANS PEOPLE ARENT SAFE UNDER A FUCKING DEMOCRAT EITHER#this country is run by rich murderous clowns who would gladly blend you up for your blood if they thought it would make them live longer#youre not gonna 'push anyone left' you cant even boycott a fucking CHICKEN SANDWICH#I cannot believe you fucks are willing to perpetuate A- THE GENOCIDE and B- This fucking nonsense#JUST so you can feel like youve SAVED THE COMMUNITY FROM TRUMPISM#I cannot fucking believe it#we're not safe right now either#and we wont be if the cop who wants to make the military quote:#the most lethal military in the world#youre a joke#this country is a joke#may we see the fall of the USA in our fucking lifetime and the land returned to its rightful keepers#fucking#fuck#fuck you#dumb motherfuckers#im so angry about this shit#this has been THE most mask off 'we want everyone dead but us!' year in politics and you STILL think that 'voting blue no matter who!'#is going to do fucking anything#a joke#a bad joke#if she loses because she's confident she can win without the votes of people like me
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i swear to fucking god people would rather make a funny meme and rehabilitate people in our gov who are actively funding genocide rather than have any principles. the memeficiation of everything is perpetually biting us in the ass, care about something for once beyond just yelling a slogan!!!!!
#like idk make your jokes with your friends but your disaffected ironic take is not revolutionary lmao#if i see another vote blue no matter who post i'm redacted
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IF YOU EVER MADE A JOKE AGAINST BIDEN
Put your vote where your mouth was and NO MATTER WHO replaces Biden, you FLOOD those polls and you vote blue.
You all got your wish, Biden stepped down NOW PROVE THAT TRUMP DIDN'T GET HANDED A VICTORY.
Whether its Kamala or someone else, no one cares, go vote. Its a matter of life and death.
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I think it's fair to say there was at least one major protest at a trump rally. And a second at a golf course he was going to.
I think there needs to be a reckoning with the fact that the vast majority of Professional Highly Engaged Liberal Partisans agree with this guy
#but joking aside: “vote blue no matter who but try to push them left”?#like the point of the protest is to say for gods sake fix your policy so we can vote for you#but to these people it's more important to have a show of unity or something which... yeah fascist thinking#like what do you want all the democrat supporters to walk around in formation as well#maybe while doing a tricky training step named after a large bird?#people aren't elected based on the proportion of support at their rallies and it's not the activists fault that the DNC was unable to liste#literally the nicest most within-the-system way to plead for not actively supporting genocide#but instead we get donald “stop the killing” tump#oh no
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i often make jokes when a liberal describes themselves as a leftist, "left of what? hitler?" but that is quite literally the case. something important to understand generally is that liberals and the like aren't strictly lying when they say they are "left wing" in the sense that they are the left wing of acceptable bourgeois politics. it just also happens that genocide remains a fixture of necessary policy for any bourgeois politics, so they will still implicitly or explicitly support such policy (vote blue no matter who!). it isn't a contradiction so much as a poor turn of phrase; "left wing" doesn't imply much of anything in the specific, just a relational position within whatever class politics you support, and people who aren't communists will generally deliberately obfuscate the class basis of their politics. "leftist" isn't a coherent category, as even the more rightist proletarian politics will nonetheless call for proletarian revolution, while the most left bourgeois politics will still ultimately demand proletarian subjugation.
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⚠️POLITICS⚠️
haha bet you forgot through the shitposts that i have a bachelor's degree in political science
here's a bunch of reasons why Kamala Harris is going to win the presidency because i can never find the effort to edit this into a video:👇
1. The current polls are VERY biased towards republicans. Most large polls just take the averages of other smaller polls, and right now the GOP has been dumping LOTS OF MONEY into publishing a lot of fluff polls in swing states to make themselves look better and to get more donations. Democrats don't usually publish their polls publicly. Odds are it's another red mirage.
2. The majority of people who Trump is catering to just don't vote. A lot of the latest pushes in the Aiden Ross Gamerbro communities are not reliable voters, even as loud as they are online. You cannot convince me that the twitter edgelord crowd has ever even seen a ballot in their lives.
3. In elections canvassing matters by about 300% more than advertising (my own ballpark estimate, not a specific datapoint, but still very true having worked in both canvassing and campaign marketing). The only people signing up to canvass for Trump are just stealing Elon's money, meanwhile people are flying out from all 50 states to swing states to canvass for Kamala.
4. "This is Hillary Clinton all over again." No it isn't. Hundreds of papers have been published that all agree that the reason Hillary lost (besides the Michigan debacle) was that largely a lot of people already assumed she was going to win, and so they didn't go out to vote. Sean Westwood did a really good paper on this in 2018, the more likely you are expected to win, the less of your supporters turn out. The entire narrative is that Kamala is either tied or behind, so anyone who supports her will NOT be sitting this one out.
5. Kamala just did a MASSIVE rally event in Texas. Texas. In this part of the campaign, any sane strategist would tell you to do ALL campaigning in the swing states, so this makes no sense... unless internal democrat polls are saying that Texas is now winnable for democrats. I will remind you that Texas is not NEARLY as red as the stereotype says, and Greg Abbot has himself previously said that Texas would have gone blue if not for all of the voter suppression he did. I'm not joking. This is real. The only reason Texas is still Lean Red instead of Moderate Blue is because of insane levels of voter suppression by Texas GOP.
6. When turnout is low, republicans win. When turnout is high, democrats win. Turnout is already STUPIDLY high in the early voting metrics. Even higher than 2020 (which i will remind you, we won) in some cases.
7. Voter demographics just aren't on Trump's side here. Lots of republicans have bled out of Trumpism, and in a close enough race as this one looks to be even a few thousand republicans deciding to stay home could make or break it in a lot of states. Additionally, while Trump has made a lot of progress in minority voters (daily reminder that the median voter is stupid enough for "median voter" to be used as a slur in political science communities), Kamala has the white woman vote locked down. And oh no! Look at that! Which voter demographic is orders of magnitudes both larger and more active voters than all of the minority demographics that Trump has been gaining in? Yep! Kamala's lead in the white woman demographic has entirely erased Trump's gains in other communities. Abortion was the final nail in the coffin of republican chances, they took the mask off too early. The dog caught the car and didn't know what to do with it.
8. Voter demographics are STILL not on Trump's side even ignoring all that other stuff, because keep in mind, Trump voters have largely been older people, and the waves of people who elected him previously have... well they've kind of died. Covid really didn't help with that. I mean obviously not everyone, but like, this is a close race, and a very large chunk of those voters have been reincarnated as plants or whatever now.
9. "The X Factor" is 100% on Kamala's side. By that I mean just the force of raw charisma, the Kamala campaign is just more appealing and less unnerving to the general population. I really hate to keep hammering this but oh my god dude have you SEEN JD Vance????? Even after the debate where he performed as best as he possibly could and Walz performed as bad as he possibly could, samples STILL said they supported Walz over Vance by a factor of 85 PERCENT.
10. "The Shy Trump Effect." There's a myth a lot of people believe that Trump underperforms in polls and overperforms in elections because voters are shy to admit they're fans of him. A few things. #1: This was disproved so many times, including in Sean Westwood's previously mentioned paper. #2: Even after it's disproved, many polls already factor it into their calculations, which is actually INFLATING his odds in the polls. #3: Anyone who would have been a Shy Trump Supporter either just isn't going to vote this election cycle or is going to follow the Cheney's lead and vote for Kamala instead. This is probably the one election in our entire lives where Democrats have appealed to the right and it actually fucking worked.
11. Polymarket. A lot of people point to the new Polymarket as evidence that Trump has a lot of support among the average joe crowd. These people have no idea how the Polymarket works. American citizens legally can't bet in it, and the only way to get around that is by using Crypto. How many tech illiterate boomers do you think are going to know how to use both Crypto and a VPN? All of Trump's support there is coming from techbro whales or people in other countries. Infact, I think the number was that about a whopping 30% of all bets made on the side of Trump were sourced back to this one French Billionaire.
That being said, it's not a predetermined victory. Currently I'd put the odds at anywhere between 60-40 and 70-30 in favor of Kamala, but that still leaves Trump plenty of room.
The moral of the story is that things aren't hopeless! We have a very good shot at winning--as long as we all keep pushing like hell!
Oh also, if they try another Jan 6th, reminder that Biden is now the one in control of the military and national guard at the capital. Lol, Lmao, even.
#politics#us politics#us elections#us gp 2024#election 2024#election#kamala harris#kamala 2024#vote kamala#poltical science
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WHAT REALLY MAKES AN ALPHA MALE 2024
Joy Reid on MSNBC calling out all these crazy conservative men as beta males pretending to be Alpha men reminds me of some of you on here. Check yourselves, guys, because what you believe to be "Alpha 'tude" is actually beta AF.
Alphas are to lead and protect, not conform and put those around them in serious jeopardy. An Alpha Male does what's right, not just what's convenient. Alpha Males are not selfish men.
The modern conservative party are not Alphas.
You can not be an Alpha Male and back fascism.
You can not be an Alpha Male and oppress those around you—women, minorities, immigrants. It's all of us who make America the superpower it is.
You can not be an Alpha Male and vote Red.
By buying into the lying fear mongering of the American Right, you are buying into your own demise. You think they give a shit about you?
You think their rhetoric doesn't affect you?
They will come for all of us eventually, if given the chance. That's a promise I can make to you— if Donald Trump wins, America as we know it is done for. I know the system really well; that's a real guarantee. Vote Red for America's demise.
Voting is a right, and there's a reason they want to limit that right. The people love this country, and when we all vote, the conservatives lose big.
Voting isn't a right to be fucked with. Take this from a lawyer who gives a shit about all of you. I live my life nonpartisan, but by what's correct.
As a lawyer, I'm being so legitimate with you about this. This is a real threat to democracy.
This isn't a personal attack. It's the truth at hand. I just wanna tell you guys the truth.
I want you all to read this and take it to heart.
Do you wanna use your rights? Or lose them?
Trump says vote for him now, never vote again.
Is that really what you want? This isn't a joke.
This isn't fake news, this is what's at stake here.
Is it worth the internet brownie points to lose it all? Is it worth that sexy cumshot to lose your freedom? Is the big "Redpill" actually worth it?
This is still America, and you have that freedom.
You have every right to make these choices.
You have every right to take these actions.
Remember, your actions have consequences.
Playing around with this shit isn't cool, guys. It's not a game, a fetish, or a fantasy. It's real life.
Do you really think you're an Alpha Male for supporting the abuse of your fellow Americans? Are you rights just a fetish to use and abuse?
Again, this isn't a Tumblr kink. It's American Democracy. This is what our troops fight for.
You know, the troops Donald Trump hates.
For most of you, this should be enough food for though. Some of you, though, need it simplified.
So, if you have to, consider this vote to be the ultimate test of your masculinity. Let's be real:
Be a beta, and vote for Trump. Alphas defend democracy. Alphas vote for this country. Alphas vote blue, mo matter what the misguided say.
Alphas don't give a shit about ignorant opinions.
Alphas don't give a shit about outright bigotry.
Alphas don't give a shit about fetishized abuse.
Alphas give a shit about equality and ethics.
Alphas preserve and protect our Democracy.
Alpha Men vote for Harris-Walz. That's it, guys.
Be an actual Alpha Male and do what's correct.
I'm an Alpha Male, and I don't care who this offends. I'm a Patriot, and I'm voting Blue.
If you're the Alpha you claim to be, you'll do the same. If you're not, let's take this to the polls.
We'll see who's really a Patriot on November 5th.
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i am adding onto this because i’m so disgusted by the things im seeing where people joke about not coming to help florida if there’s another hurricane and so on and so forth. if that’s you, what the fuck is wrong with you. more than four million people in florida voted for harris. and that doesn’t even include the literal children who live there who weren’t able to vote and are now watching you say that everyone in their state can actually die in a natural disaster. if you have the luxury of living in an area or state that voted blue, congratulations! you also have the luxury of acknowledging that you’re less likely to be effected by policies that will almost certainly be enacted in these next four years.
and for anyone who wants to argue with me that it’s just a joke or it’s not that serious: it is that serious. even if you’re joking, you’re still implying to millions of people who are already in danger from conservative policy that you won’t come help them, either. that you don’t consider them important. the people who voted for trump in those red states are not reading your jokes about them, but the people who voted blue there are. that’s who sees what you post, when you talk about giving up on the places they’re from. there are people in red states who mobilized for months to get other people like them to turn up for harris and for liberal policy, and it took you less than 24 hours to give up on them. and you expect them not to remember this, the next time you ask for their vote?
in the midst of your anger, please do not forget the brave people who came out to cast a blue vote in those red states. not just the swing states, but the known red states. i have seen so many people writing off entire areas in tones like ‘of course it was going to be red’ or ‘of course trump was going to get it’ and overlooking the fact that there are hundreds of thousands of people who voted blue in these red states. who showed up in the face of overwhelming odds, oppression, and active voter suppression and who still voted. people of color live in red states. women live in red states. queer people live in red states. they exist, and they voted with you, despite everything around them. there are people who waited in line for hours to make their vote count. there are people who drove across the country to return to vote in a state where their rights have already been encroached upon. so i am begging you, do not abandon them now. do not imply that these places are lost causes. do not let the results justify a ‘nothing can be done’ approach on your part. fight for these people, too. fight harder and more fiercely than ever before.
#to everyone who commented or reblogged this saying they voted blue in a red state: I see you. I love you. I’ll fight with you#and I do not support the people who are so willing to dismiss your lives and your homes there as if they aren’t worth fighting for#genuinely anyone making those jokes about like the blue wave will be you under water or whatever: fuck you with all my heart#there are real reasons people can’t just go to different places to live#caused by this country’s consistent and oppressive system#there are so many factors why blue people could live in red states and you ignoring that is PART OF THE DAMN PROBLEM#how dare you come out and act as if millions of people in these states don’t matter. that they don’t count because the state stayed red#and don’t try to tell me im butthurt because im from a red state. im from fucking California. so#sorry im not usually an angry person but it’s killing me that people do not think these things don’t have an effect on who comes out to vot#you are also hammering in to these people their vote doesn’t matter when you make these jokes#us politics#presidental election#election 2024#< tagged for cw sake more than anything else#(again)
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Gojo x Reader x Geto "Squid Game"
Warning: [This story contains Yandere themes, possessive and obsessive behavior, graphic violence, gunshots, and blood]
Materialist
Part 3
In a deadly game where survival is the only option, Y/N, with a painful injury, relies on her two protective boyfriends, Satoru and Suguru, to navigate the perilous chaos, unaware that the true threat lies right beside her
Y/n's POV
Once again, I find myself in the room, a place where survival doesn't mean fighting for our lives at least, not yet. The air around me feels sterile, yet suffocating. It's a toxic mix of dread and denial that clings to the walls and presses on my chest as we sit to eat the tiny portion of food. My head spins as I try to process everything: the deaths, the sacrifices, the mind-numbing futility of it all. Lives lost in an instant, snuffed out like they never mattered.
And yet, the worst part? The nagging fear that my boyfriends might be next. The thought twists my stomach into knots.
God, I feel so fucking stupid for even being here.
“Hey, baby. What’s got you so lost in thought?” Suguru’s voice cuts through the haze, his arm draping around my shoulders like it can shield me from the weight of reality.
Satoru glances back, his striking blue eyes gleaming with that familiar mischievous glint. “Just so we’re clear,” he announces, loud enough for the whole room to hear, “I’m not sharing my food.” His voice is so random, so absurd that I can’t help but chuckle despite everything.
Suguru snorts, clearly unamused. “You’re full of shit. Didn’t you just feed her your food last time?”
“I was only talking about you, babe,” Satoru grins, his eyes twinkling as he shoves a piece of bread into my mouth with far too much confidence.
They’re always like this joking, bickering, pushing each other's buttons. Even here, in the middle of a deadly game. It’s both a comfort and a curse. Because when they shift gears? When the game begins? They turn into something else entirely. Something terrifying.
“I hope we win this time,” I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just want to leave. I don’t want any more of this.”
Satoru hums, popping a bread into his mouth and eyeing me with that devil-may-care smile. "Well, let’s just pray the ones who begged to stay already met their unfortunate end..”
I frown, the bitter taste of unease crawling up my throat, but before I can say anything, Suguru adds, so casually, “We made sure at least one of them did.”
My heart drops, the food in my mouth suddenly sour. “What… what do you mean?”
Satoru smirks, leaning his chin on his hand like this is some inside joke I’m too slow to understand. “Don’t overthink it, sweetcheeks. Some people just aren’t cut out for survival.” His tone is smooth, but there’s a cold edge beneath it that sends a shiver down my spine.
Were they serious? Or were they messing with me? I can’t tell anymore, and that’s what scares me the most.
Dread
"The votings will now begin..." The announcement echoes through the room, a chill running down my spine. A heavy silence fills the air as everyone rises, some frantically whispering their last prayers, others nervously laughing, awaiting their fate. The tension is suffocating.
"How cruel," I mutter under my breath, my gaze flicking to the men beside me. I can feel the weight of their presence, their proximity pulling me in, both comforting and suffocating.
“Y/N, you’re standing too far away from us,” Suguru’s voice cuts through the murmur of voices, his hand suddenly on my arm, pulling me closer. I’m wedged between him and Satoru, the pressure of their bodies making my breath hitch. It’s protective, possessive like they’re making sure no one can get too close.
I should be grateful, right? But there's a strange gnawing unease in the pit of my stomach. What if something happens to them? What if I can’t keep them safe?
Before I can get lost in my own thoughts, it’s my turn to vote. I take a shaky breath as I step toward the platform, the chaos around me escalating people shouting, crying, pleading. The noise is overwhelming. But I don’t care. I press the red button with a trembling hand. I just want out of this place, away from the madness, the fear.
Then
A collective groan, followed by cheers and cries, fills the room as the decision is made. We’re staying. Another round. Tears sting my eyes, and before I can stop myself, they spill over. I hiccup, my sobs coming in uneven gasps, and I can't hide them anymore.
“Hey, hey, sweetie,” Suguru’s voice is soft, a contrast to the storm of emotions inside me. His hand tilts my chin up, his gaze intense as he meets my eyes. “It’s okay. It’s okay, shhh…” He pulls me into his arms, but no matter how tight he holds me, I can’t feel at ease. I want to scream. I want to make it stop.
“I got you both into this,” I whisper, my voice barely a breath. “You two always protect me, but… but I’m the one putting you at risk.”
Suguru and Satoru exchange a look, but their faces are unreadable, a shared understanding flickering between them. Suguru pulls back, his hands still cupping my face, his touch gentle but firm. He wipes away my tears, his gaze softening, but there's an underlying intensity I can't quite place.
“Y/N,” he says, his voice low, every word wrapped in something that feels almost… dangerous. “Look at us. We’re here because we want to be. We chose to be with you, and we’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Even if that means playing these games again and again.”
His thumb brushes over my cheek, the softness of the gesture masking the unspoken promise in his words.
“Besides,” Satoru interjects with a smirk, his attempt at lightening the mood falling flat. There’s something darker in his eyes, something calculating. “have you seen me out there? I’m a pro at this. You’ve got the best of the best protecting you, baby.”
I try to smile, but it doesn’t reach my heart. How could I not love them? They’re the only thing keeping me anchored in this nightmare.
"Sweetcheeks” Satoru adds, his voice dropping, his tone laced with something darker. “This is our decision. To be with you. To protect you. Nothing else matters. Understand?”
Before I can ask how they even got here, how they managed to bypass the system, I’m struck by the nagging thought that keeps haunting me. They’re too loaded with money to have been invited into a game meant for people desperate for cash. I can’t fathom how they managed to slip past the system, how they of all people could end up in a place like this.
The thought lingers, a sickening twist in my stomach, but before I can voice my confusion, we’re interrupted by the announcement of the next game. My heart thunders in my chest. I want to stay lost in their presence, to bury the questions and unease that are gnawing at me, but I know I can’t let my guard down not in this place.
We’re ushered into a new room, and my eyes dart around. The doors are different colors reds, blues, blacks each one more unsettling than the last. It feels… off. I turn to Suguru and Satoru, hoping for some sign of reassurance, but their faces are unreadable, their eyes sharp and calculating.
“What game is this?” My voice trembles slightly, and I can’t hide the unease in my chest.
“This one’s easy,” Satoru says, his smirk returning, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. The cold calculation in his gaze gives me a chill. They're already thinking ahead, plotting moves, and I can’t help but feel a twinge of fear. I swallow hard, my stomach tightening.
Then I see them. Yuuji and Nobara. Their bright smiles stand out like beacons in the gloom, their youthful innocence a stark contrast to the twisted world we’re trapped in.
“Y/N-oneesan! Thank god you're doing okay!” Nobara calls, her voice bright and innocent, as though none of this is real.
“Yeah and we’ll get through this game, together again!” I say, trying to muster some semblance of courage. I don’t want them to see the fear that’s clawing at me from the inside.
But before I can say anything more, the voice of the game master booms, cutting through the silence like a knife.
“The next game will be ‘Mingle.’ A number will be announced, and you must quickly find your group and enter a room before the countdown ends. Failure to do so will result in elimination.”
The words echoed in my mind, and the first thought that came to me was that I had to prioritize them Suguru and Satoru. I groaned inwardly, the weight of the situation settling on me. This game… once again, I was going to be a burden because of my leg injury.
Let The Game Begin
The platform beneath us begins to shift, spinning slowly, and I’m pulled against Satoru’s side. His arm around my waist tightens, holding me steady as chaos erupts all around us.
“Four!” the announcer’s voice booms, and without hesitation, Suguru grabs my hand. Together, the three of us dash toward the nearest door, just making it through before another man squeezes in behind us.
Before I can catch my breath, Satoru pulls me into a dark corner, his body pressing close against mine. “Stay close, sweetcheeks,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with something dangerous and sweet, all at once.
The man inches forward, his eyes darting nervously between us. I glance at Suguru, who stands still, eyes locked onto the guy with an almost predatory focus.
"Two!"
The number echoes through the speakers, and my heart drops to my stomach. I gasp, spinning around to face them. “Y-you guys go with each other!” I shout, but my words feel useless. It’s like they’ve already planned it out in their heads, without even a glance at each other. Suguru doesn’t even hesitate he scoops me up into his arms, while Satoru bolts off in the opposite direction.
“NO! Please! Satoru! Suguru, just go with him!” I scream, my voice catching in panic. But they don’t listen. They’re already committed.
Suguru carries me into a nearby room, his grip firm yet oddly gentle, as if he’s trying to soothe me while everything around us falls apart. “Oh my god, Satoru…” I whisper, trembling uncontrollably, my mind racing.
“Shhh, baby, it’s Satoru. It’ll be okay,” Suguru’s voice is calm, but I can hear the edge in it he’s trying to reassure me, but even he knows there’s nothing really okay about this. I try to steady my breath, clinging to him for comfort.
“But what if—” I begin, only to be immediately cut off by Suguru’s voice, low but firm.
“You’ll hurt his ego if you think he’ll die over this. He’s not like them,” Suguru says, his words wrapping around me like a protective shield. But I can’t shake the feeling gnawing at me what if?
The sound of gunshots rings through the air, sharp and fast. My heart skips a beat, and I flinch, sinking into Suguru’s embrace as if it will somehow block out the noise. But it doesn’t. The gunfire continues, and my body trembles even harder.
Suguru holds me tighter, his arms tightening around me, though it doesn’t shield me from the fear. The only comfort is the steady beat of his heart and the knowledge that, for now, I’m alive. Safe.
Back in the platform a familiar voice cuts through the chaos, booming and undeniably confident. “I’m wounded, sweetcheeks. You think I’ll die over a game like this? Don’t lump me with them.” Satoru’s voice is loud, mocking the tension, even as the sounds of fighting continue around us.
Suguru growls in response, irritation flickering across his features. “Quiet it down, cocky bastard,” he mutters, his tone just as dangerous as Satoru’s bravado.
Despite the chaos unfolding around us, I can’t help but smile softly at Satoru’s voice, a sense of relief flooding through me. He’s alive. And that’s enough for now.
I don’t care about the judging stares or the whispers of the others. My hands find Satoru’s arms, gently caressing them, tracing the muscles I know so well. It’s my way of grounding myself in the moment. He’s here. He’s alive.
“Six!” The number rings out, but all I can hear are the panicked voices around me, the chaos intensifying. My heart races as I spot Yuuji and Nobara dashing toward us. “Yuuji! Nobara!” I shout, and they sprint over to us, barely slowing down before we all head toward the nearest door.
Suguru and Satoru are right behind us, each of them carrying an elderly woman between them. I breathe heavily in relief. Thank god they’re okay.
“Y/N oneesan, thank god you're safe!” Nobara's voice is full of worry as we hug, but my gaze drifts to the old lady in Suguru and Satoru’s arms, her frail body barely reacting to the chaos around her.
“Are you okay, ma’am?” I ask gently, but she doesn’t respond. Her face is pale, and I feel a pang of guilt. It’s like she’s completely checked out, her mind lost in some place far from this madness.
I can’t help but feel sorry for her, but then my thoughts shift back to the game. I just want my boyfriends to be safe, and honestly, that’s all that matters right now. I’m happy as long as they’re with me, but this game is getting worse with every passing minute.
When will this end? Are they planning to wipe us all out? The thought gnaws at the back of my mind, and I can’t help but feel the tension tightening around my chest.
The situation is spiraling out of control. People are fighting over doors now, desperate and vicious, as if they think that a door will be their ticket to survival. The fear is palpable, and it’s only growing.
"Three!" The number blares through the air, and before I can even react, Satoru grabs me, pulling me along with him as Suguru runs alongside us. Yuuji and Nobara split off, each taking their own path, but my mind is too clouded to follow them. All I can focus on is the one thing I can’t control.
“The doors!” I scream, panic flooding my chest as I watch them one by one slam shut.
“There!” Suguru yells, his voice sharp with frustration. His eyes dart to the door ahead of us, wide open, a moment of hope flashing across his face. We make a dash for it, only to come face-to-face with a man already inside.
“It’s taken!” I scream, my hands trembling as I turn, ready to find another exit.
But Satoru’s voice, cool and calm, interrupts me. “No, it’s not.”
I look up at him in confusion as he leads us inside. The countdown is nearing its end, and I can already hear the doors locking trapping us all inside with no way out.
“What do you mean? We’ll get killed if we’re more than three!” I say, my voice rising in panic.
Satoru chuckles, low and dangerously playful, his hands pulling me closer. “Baby, why don’t you just give me a hug?” His voice is teasing, but there’s an edge to it, a darkness hiding beneath the surface. I stare at him in confusion, but before I can respond, his arms wrap around me tightly, pulling my face into his chest. My heart pounds as his grip tightens, his presence overwhelming.
But then, it happens. I hear it the faint, desperate sounds of a man begging, pleading, “Pl-please, no!” My body goes numb, the blood draining from my face as I realize what’s happening. Suguru is going to kill him. I try to pull away, to stop it, but the door locks behind us. There’s nothing I can do.
The sounds of struggling of someone’s life slipping away—fill the room. I feel the urge to shout, to scream, to stop this madness, but it’s like I’m paralyzed. The door’s locked, my body frozen in place, but my mind races.
Why does this feel so... normal? Is it just survival instinct? Or is it something darker?
Satoru pulls away, his hands gently brushing through my hair, and I glance up, my heart sinking into my stomach. The man on the floor is lifeless, his eyes wide in death, a pool of blood spreading beneath him.
“Y/N,” Suguru says softly, his voice almost tender as he approaches me. “It’s bound to happen.” His words should comfort me, but all I can feel is the growing weight of dread. I step back instinctively, and I don’t even realize it until I see the way Suguru’s gaze darkens.
“Are you scared of me?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper, but there's an intensity in it that makes my chest tighten. I can’t speak. I can’t even look at him.
“I... I...” I stammer, my voice faltering as I try to process everything. My eyes flick to the blood on Suguru’s face, and my stomach turns.
Suguru's voice, smooth and dark, cuts through the silence. “Y/N, you know what I said earlier, right? We’ll protect you, even if it means I have to kill again and again,” he says, his words light, almost playful. But there's a twisted edge to them that makes my skin crawl. Satoru spoke up reaching for me “It’s inevitable, baby. He was alone. He was going to die.” He smirks, his eyes glinting with something darker. “No biggie, sweetcheeks.”
No biggie? I feel my blood run cold, and my mind goes numb. Am I hearing this right?
I finally look up at them—Suguru with blood on his face, his eyes dark and unreadable, and Satoru, his expression that sickeningly serene smile, as if this is all part of some twisted game.
I’m scared. I’m so scared. The terror claws at my chest, making my hands shake. But... they’re safe. Right? Aren’t they?
They’re mine. They’ll protect me. But at what cost? As I stare at their faces Suguru’s sharp, calculating eyes and Satoru’s playful yet chilling smile I realize something deeper is happening.
I’m caught. Trapped between fear and longing, between the twisted desire to feel safe in their arms and the horrifying truth that safety comes with a price.
But then, as my heart races and my breath catches in my throat, I realize something else:
Isn’t this what I wanted? For them to be alive, no matter the cost?
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