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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 11 months

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Hi! I love your work and you’re really carrying this whole fandom on your back 😭

When you’re not busy are you able to write a one shot, that can be Morden or Not where They are friends with benefits, but she develops feelings so she pushes him away and he doesn’t understand why, and he already had feelings for her.

But please have complete creative control xD

Thank yous ❤️

Warnings: involves smut. 18+!

Pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: see request!

Word count: 5.4k

Note: firstly: thank you for your kind words, I'm crying ugh. And thank you for this request! I chose a modern setting, and this was an interesting one to write. I enjoyed it! Hope you will too :)

Taglist: @clairacassidy @finanmoghra @uunotheangel @hb8301 @bathedinheat @neonhairspray @anaeve @bubblyabs @travelingmypassion @sylas-the-grim @heimtathurs @bubbles-for-all-of-us @valeskafics @andakth

'Hey, at least I am not asking you to get down on your knees, okay.'

*****************

'Sir?' you answered the phone, knowing Sihtric was calling.

'Lady,' you heard Sihtric chuckle, 'what are you doing?'

'Not much, just reading in bed.'

'In bed, huh?'

'Yes, in bed,' you chuckled, 'why? What are you doing?'

'Oh, nothing. Just thinking,' Sihtric said and waited.

'Thinking about what, Sihtric?' you sighed, taking the bait and you rolled your eyes.

'Thinking about you, sexy lady,' Sihtric said with his smooth voice and that cute accent. He laughed softly, 'what else would I think of?'

'You're so subtle,' you snorted, 'what do you want?'

'I want to come over.'

'Now? Really?' you glanced at the time, 'oh, I'm not sure, it's almost midnight already.'

'I know babe,' he sighed, 'I'm sorry, I'm just really horny,' he whined.

You considered your options for a moment. You were pretty tired, but you could do with some sex to be honest, it had been a few days since you last saw him.

'Fine,' you chuckled.

'Yes!' you heard the satisfied tone in his voice, 'I'll be there soon, okay?'

'Yeah, fine,' you giggled, 'oh, Sihtric!' you said before he could hang up.

'Yeah?'

'Bring condoms,' you snorted, 'remember I accidentally got the wrong ones for you last time, you know, the- the,' you struggled to hold your laugh, 'the small ones.'

'Yeah, yeah,' Sihtric sighed but was clearly just as amused as you, 'I'll bring a pack.'

**************

It didn't take Sihtric look before he rang your doorbell, and as per usual, he gave you his cheeky smile when you opened the door and let him in.

'You want a drink?'

'No, thank you, babe,' he smiled after he kissed your cheek to greet you.

You had been friends with benefits for several months now and, unlike most men, Sihtric always treated you with the utmost respect, which is the whole reason you agreed to this in the first place. You had both been single for quite a while when one evening you were fooling around with each other and decided why not explore your options, and after that it didn't take long before the friendship came with the benefits of sleeping together. Countless times you have ended up in each other's bed, usually yours, only to hug each other goodbye again after you'd both had come down from your high. That was also the rule to keep it strictly friends with benefits: no sleeping over.

'You brought the condo-,' you couldn't finish your question and Sihtric already threw the box over to you.

'Keep them,' he huffed, 'and throw out the other ones, they're too small.'

'Why? I may still use them,' you taunted.

'Use them?' Sihtric's eyes darkened as he walked over to you and he took your face in his hands, 'I thought I was the only one who gets to enjoy you, kitten.'

'I was only joking,' you chuckled. You felt yourself blush lightly, he had that effect on you, always.

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed before you turned around, 'you better be,' he said and slapped your ass when you walked away.

'Hey!' you gasped, 'we haven't started yet,' you chuckled and beckoned him to follow you up the stairs. But before you could reach the first step, Sihtric threw you over his shoulder and was quick to sprint up the stairs.

He nearly kicked your bedroom door out of its hinges as he opened it impatiently with his boot, and he was quick to climb on top of you after he had thrown you onto your bed.

Sihtric was strong, so very strong, and as handsome as he was kind. You both dated other people every now and then, and why he didn't have a partner yet was simply beyond you. But you weren't too mad about that; you enjoyed your nights together.

'Sihtric,' you said out of breath when you were both left in just your underwear.

'Yeah?' his voice, raspy and equally as out of breath as you.

'Take off that damn necklace, will you?' you tugged at the leather cord around his neck.

'What? Why?' he seemed confused and slightly offended as he clutched his hammer pendant in his fist.

'Because it always slaps me in the face when you're on top!' you hissed.

'Oh, shit, right, right,' Sihtric made haste to take it off, 'sorry.'

He threw the necklace on your nightstand and continued where he left off; pulling down your panties with no more time to waste.

'Someone's eager tonight, aren't you, big boy?' you teased when his hands were all over your skin.

'Lady,' he chuckled, biting down on his lip, 'is that a problem?'

'No, no,' you smiled, 'just… you know, take it easy when you, you know,' you chuckled nervously.

'I know, kitten, I know,' Sihtric said in between heavy breaths.

Sihtric was a well built guy and it was not a secret he liked it a little rough, but it seemed like tonight he was more eager than usual, which made you wonder if you could still walk tomorrow after tonight. You could handle him perfectly fine, usually, if he just eased into you.

'Hey,' Sihtric whispered, holding his lips just above yours when he sensed your nerves, 'relax. Okay, baby?'

You nodded quickly, as relaxed as you could, and let out a deep sigh when you felt him slip inside you.

'Relax, kitten,' he grunted lightly upon feeling you tense up, 'look at me, doll.'

'Ah, god,' you gasped and tried to focus on his half open eyes as he cupped your cheek with one hand, looking down at you with slightly parted lips, out of which heavy breaths escaped as he gave you the slightest hint of a smile.

'That's it,' he sighed as he pushed further, 'good girl,' he chuckled lightly and pecked your lips before he started to thrust into you.

'Ah, fuck! Sihtric!' you hissed lightly, nails digging in his biceps. He usually gave you a little more time to adjust to him.

'Oh, fuck,' he moaned, 'fuck, baby, you're so tight. You're good?'

'Yeah, yeah,' you sighed with ragged breaths as he quickened his pace. You dug your nails in his back until the slight pain became pleasant, 'Oh, jesus fucking christ, Sihtric,' you moaned, 'what's gotten into you today?'

He laughed with heavy breaths, 'Gods, I don't know,' he moved his hand up to your throat, 'maybe because I got into an heated argument earlier.'

'W-what?' you moaned, loving it when he lightly squeezed your throat, and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

'I kicked my housemate out,' he said in between breaths but paused when he felt your legs lock around his body, 'oh, fuck, babe!' he grunted, his hands grabbing your hips.

'Oh my god, Siht,' you cried in pleasure, 'w-wait,' you gasped for air, 'that weird dude is finally gone?'

'Yeah, yeah,' Sihtric said, panting, 'caught him stealing,' he said and took your legs, throwing them over his shoulders, 'my money, so I- ah, fuck, baby, you're so tight,' he hissed, 'I-I threw him out.'

'Oh, god! Sihtric, please, stop!' you screamed as he took you deeper and harder than ever before. You felt his grip tighten on your hips, which would without a doubt leave you bruised.

'What? Babe? You okay? Am I too much, baby?' Sihtric asked, concerned and out of breath as he slowed his pace.

'No, fuck, don't fucking stop! Just shut the fuck up!' you groaned and pulled his hair hard.

'Ah, shit,' he chuckled with a moan, 'sorry, kitten.'

When you finally got him to shut up, it didn't take you both much longer before you finished shortly after each other. Sihtric was quick to pull out after he pecked your lips, and he searched for your panties, which he handed to you before he hopped to your bathroom. You had managed to slip your panties back on, despite your sore legs and hips, and you rolled over on your stomach, exhausted but satisfied, hugging your pillow. A few minutes later you heard the bathroom door open. You were facing the other way but you knew Sihtric was putting his jeans back on by the sound of his belt.

'Fuck, baby,' Sihtric suddenly sounded concerned and quickly kneeled down next to you onto the bed, and he carefully rolled you over to face him, 'hey, baby, are you okay?'

'What?' you asked confused, and tired. He had ravaged you, much to your pleasure, but you could really use some sleep now. Your body was simply used up for the night.

'I- you,' he stammered and pulled you in his arms, 'I bruised your hips,' he said softly, as if ashamed and regretful. You looked down at your hips and saw that indeed, where Sihtric had held you in his grip, there were already bruises the size of his hand darkening your skin.

'Oh,' you chuckled lightly, 'yeah, I'm fine.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes.'

'Was I not too rough?'

'You were good,' you reassured him, 'trust me.' And you meant it. He had been rougher with you than ever before, but that didn't mean you didn't like it. It had just caught you by surprise.

Sihtric couldn't shake his concern and hugged you tight for a moment.

'I'm sorry, kitten,' he whispered, 'I just lost myself with you, baby. It won't happen again, I promise.'

'Sihtric,' you laughed as you brushed your hands through his curls, 'it's fine. I liked it.'

'Really?' he needed to be sure.

'Really,' you smiled and pinched his cheek, making him blush.

'Okay, I believe you, little vixen,' he said and kissed your cheek, 'thank you, doll, you're always good to me,' he smiled shyly and got back up again, searching for his shirt.

'I better get going, you look like you need some rest,' he chuckled.

'Sihtric,' you sighed, 'it's really late already. So just,' you paused, knowing this was a mistake, 'just stay the night. I don't want you driving back home now. You look pretty worn out too, big boy, and I bet your house is a mess now after you got rid of your housemate.'

Sihtric chuckled and rolled his eyes, 'big boy,' he muttered and shook his head. Then he looked at you and became serious.

'Are you sure, doll?' he asked, 'I mean… we always said no sleeping over.'

Sihtric had spoken cautiously, but in truth, he wanted nothing more than to stay the night. He had been head over heels for you since he first met you, but when you had messed around and agreed you were strictly friends with benefits, he stuck to his promise. But that also meant that dating was a waste of time to him. He'd go on dates every now and then, but would always find himself texting you before the date was even over. No one could keep him interested and captivated the way you did, he just didn't care for anyone else. And he hoped one day you would feel the same, but even if you wouldn't, he'd be happily single for the rest of his life. But only if you stayed single too. And slept with him. He knew he was selfish for that but he didn't care.

'I'm sure, babe, just stay. It'll be fine,' you smiled and quickly hoarded all the blankets your way.

'Oh,' Sihtric chuckled and unbuckled his belt again, 'you're one of those,' he smiled and bit down on his lip, taking off his jeans again.

'One of what,' you grinned, shoving a pillow his way as he laid down next to you.

'I guess I'll sleep without a blanket?' Sihtric raised his eyebrow. You didn't reply, you just gave him another grin before you hid half behind your ridiculous mountain of blanket.

'You absolute trickster,' Sihtric smiled, 'come here, doll,' he beckoned you over and held his arms open. You moved closer to him, dragging your blanket with you, and he pulled you in his arms. You rested your face into the crook of his neck as he kept his arms around you, his rough thumbs softly stroking your warm, bare shoulders.

'It's like a sleep over,' you chuckled, 'like when I was younger.'

Sihtric snorted. 'Sounds like your sleepovers were way different than mine when I was younger.'

'Oh my god,' you mumbled with a laugh, 'well, to be honest, I never had a sleepover before with someone who only stopped by to fuck me senseless, so…'

'Well, now I feel special,' Sihtric smiled.

'Yeah, you know what, you should feel special,' you joked, looking up at him.

'Yeah?' Sihtric asked softly with a half smile, looking down at you as he licked his lips. 'Hm. Come here, kitten,' he hummed, cupping your cheek as he leaned into you, capturing you into a sensual, slow, openmouthed kiss.

'Okay,' you said flustered when Sihtric broke the kiss after a moment, 'what was that?' you blushed.

'Sorry,' Sihtric smiled softly and nuzzled your nose, 'hm, wait, no,' he chuckled, 'I'm not sorry actually,' he said quietly before he pulled you back in for another kiss.

Other than the quick pecks he'd give you during and after your benefits, you had never made out, or simply kissed with real passion for that matter.

And when Sihtric held you close, safely in his arms while his rough fingertips caressed your cheek softly as he kissed you ever so slowly and passionate, you felt a sting in your stomach, a feeling which quickly grew into a knot. And you just knew everything would be complicated after tonight. But you tried to ignore it, allowing yourself to enjoy being in his arms and tasting him on your lips, while there were still no strings attached.

****************

You woke up before Sihtric and found yourself sleeping on your side, his arms tightly around you and you felt his breath on your neck. You groaned when you tried to get up quietly, he had really bruised you last night and you felt sore as hell. But still, you had no regrets. Sihtric woke up when you tried to sneak out of his embrace and immediately smiled while struggling to open his eyes.

'Where are you going?' his voice sounded rough, which made you feel that sting in your stomach again, accompanied by butterflies. This was not good.

'Taking a quick shower before breakfast,' you said as you pulled your shirt over your head.

'Hm, how big is your shower?'

'Sihtric,' you sighed with a smile, 'I will not have sex with you in the shower.'

'Always thinking the worst of me,' Sihtric smiled with his eyes closed, 'I just want to shower, same as you. Let me join you? I promise I won't try anything.'

'You promise?'

'Mhm.'

'Fine, hurry then,' you got up and pulled the blankets off Sihtric as you walked out the room, making him groan and say you're a handful.

*******************

'Stop staring at me,' you snorted as you rinsed your hair.

'Nothing I haven't seen before,' Sihtric shrugged as he joined you in the shower.

'Exactly why there is no need to stare.'

'Well, I mean,' he smiled almost shyly, 'I never get to see this side of you, you know, what you're like the day after… or what you're like in general at home. We usually just fuck and go our separate ways again or we meet when someone else is around too. But,' he paused for a moment and looked away, 'it's nice to see this.'

'Oh,' you said, a little surprised, 'thanks I guess.' You washed off the remaining shower gel and handed Sihtric the bottle, 'here, wash those sins away.'

Sihtric smiled and gave you a cheeky smile, 'do my back?'

'Sihtric,' you rolled your eyes.

'Come on,' he laughed, 'you're not the only one who is sore.'

'Fine,' you shook your head with a smile as he turned his back to you.

You had never really noticed all the scars he had before, except the ones of his face and arms, but this was the first time you got a clear look at his whole body, and mainly his scarred back.

'My god,' you whispered and gasped softly, 'oh, baby.'

'Hm?' Sihtric frowned and glanced over his shoulder, finding your sad expression and your eyes fixated on his back. He turned his face away from you, looked down and sniffed while he shook his head, 'It's in my past, doll, it means nothing anymore.'

Sihtric had said it confidently, but you still heard a hint of pain and resentment in his voice.

As your relationship was basically just based on sex and a quick drink every now and then, you never really thought much about his personal life, but you knew of his past through mutual friends.

You sighed quietly and reached for his hand, lacing your fingers with his as you pressed a soft kiss onto his spine, to which Sihtric inhaled sharply and flinched lightly.

'I know I'm not much of a threat,' you chuckled softly, 'but if anyone ever harms you again, I will kill them. I'll find a way.'

You saw Sihtric clenched his jaw as he looked slightly to the side, giving you a silent nod.

'Likewise,' he said softly, and closed his eyes when he felt your hands softly massage the cool shower gel onto his back and shoulders. You took your time, which Sihtric clearly seemed to enjoy as he hummed every now and then while he kept his eyes shut.

'Do I need to wash it off too?' you joked.

'N-no, actually,' Sihtric cleared his throat, 'babe, can you give me like 5 minutes?' he grinned as he looked over his shoulder again.

'What? Why?'

'Look,' he said, awkwardly, 'it's morning. I just woke up, that alone is already a problem for men, and on top of that, a pretty lady just massaged my back in the shower. Baby,' he chuckled, 'I really need five minutes alone.'

'Oh, god, Sihtric,' you grimaced but then broke into a laugh.

'Hey, at least I am not asking you to get down on your knees, okay.'

'Oh, how kind of you, sir.'

'I mean, unless you want to, lady?' he grinned, trying his chances.

'Your hands worked just fine last night, I'm sure they'll work right now,' you smirked and slapped his ass.

'Hey!' he yelled, 'you little devil. Get out, now,' Sihtric said hoarsely and laughed.

You grabbed your towel and stepped out of the shower.

'Your towel is on the chair. Have fun,' you said and changed into your robe in the bedroom. When you heard Sihtric had shut off the water you stopped by the bathroom door before you went downstairs.

'Hey,' you said knocking on the bathroom door, 'how do you like your coffee?'

'My coffee?' Sihtric answered on the other side, 'eh, black.'

'Eggs?'

'Scrambled, lady.'

'Bread?'

'Toasted, if possible,' he paused for a moment, 'why?'

While Sihtric waited for an answer you were already on your way downstairs, to the kitchen.

******************

'What's this?' Sihtric asked, a little taken aback when he looked at a royal amount of food on your kitchen table.

'What do you mean,' you frowned, 'it's breakfast. Sit,' you gestured to the chair.

'Y-you made me breakfast?' Sihtric asked, cautiously, as he stroked his goatee.

'Of course,' you smiled and brought him his coffee, seeing his bewildered face, 'what's wrong?'

'No, nothing,' he said, struggling to find a steady expression, 'it's… the last person who ever made me breakfast was…was my mom,' he looked up at you, 'before… you know she died,' Sihtric rubbed his arm, not knowing how to react to a gesture like this.

'Oh, honey,' you clicked your tongue and rushed over to him to cup his cheeks.

He looked up at you with a soft smile, then shook his head, 'How you are still single is beyond me,' he said softly, 'I mean,' he chuckled, 'you're straight up wife material.'

'Sure,' you smiled shyly and pressed a kiss to his forehead, having that gnawing feeling in your stomach again as you did.

********************

'Thank you,' Sihtric said and kissed your cheek, 'for everything. It was a nice change for once.'

'You're welcome, and thank you too,' you smiled and pecked his lips quickly while he still had his arm circled around your waist.

'My pleasure, doll,' he smiled cheekily, 'call me when you want to get freaky again, okay?' he laughed and stepped away from you, turning to his car.

'Yeah, you too,' you chuckled.

'I will,' Sihtric smiled as he unlocked his car and opened the door, 'have a nice weekend, baby,' he said and puckered his lips to blow you a kiss before he got in his car.

You blushed as you watched him drive off and you were once again taunted by a sickening feeling in your stomach.

You had done the one thing that you weren't supposed to do; you fell in love with him.

******************

saturday

Sihtric: did I leave my necklace at your place?

Sihtric: I'm not wearing it and I can't find it?

You: let me look

You: yeah it's on my nightstand

Sihtric: oh good, I thought I had lost it

Sihtric: can I pick it up tomorrow?

Sihtric: my evening shift is about to start, can't make it now

You: yeah of course, no problem

Sihtric: great. Say 8 in the evening?

You: I guess sure

Sihtric: okay, see you tomorrow ;) x

******************

Sunday

You: hey

You: I'm not feeling well today

You: is it okay if you pick up your necklace some other time?

Sihtric: of course

Sihtric: you okay, doll?

Sihtric: do you need anything?

You: I'll be okay, don't worry. Just caught a bug I guess!

You hated yourself for lying to him. But you just couldn't face him, not yet. Sure, he said he'd only pick up his necklace, but you figured he'd probably want to stay a little longer and have sex again. Which, normally, wasn't a problem at all. But since you caught feelings… It was a nightmare. Sure, you caught a bug. The worst bug of all. A goddamn love bug.

Sihtric: call me when you need something yeah?

Sihtric: get well baby xx

*****************

Monday

Sihtric: how are you feeling?

You: still not too well

You: sorry :(

Sihtric: don't worry love

You: I could ship it to you haha

You were being absolutely ridiculous right now. And you knew it, but you couldn't even stand the thought of seeing him. He had to be avoided at all costs.

Sihtric: no baby haha

Sihtric: it's fine

Sihtric: but do you need me to stop by? Can I get you anything?

You: that's sweet, but no thank you, I'm okay

Sihtric: you sure?

You: yeah I just want to sleep all day really…

Sihtric: are you eating enough, doll? Staying hydrated and all that? And how are those bruises? :(

Of course he had to make it all even worse by being an absolute fucking sweetheart. God, you wished he was just a complete jerk so you could cut things off. But… you couldn't.

You: I'm fine, Sihtric…

Sihtric: promise?

You: yes I promise

Sihtric: okay kitten

Sihtric: promise to take care of yourself baby?

You: I will

Sihtric: good. hope to see you soon again

Sihtric: miss you doll xxx

This was a complete disaster. Could you just block him? What happens if you'd just block him… no, shit, you still have his necklace. And he knows where you live. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

*******************

Tuesday

Sihtric: can I call you?

Sihtric: baby?

Sihtric: are you okay?

You watched his texts come in and in your horror you watched your phone ring as he called you. You fucked up. This was all fucked up. Why did you let him stay that night? Christ! Shit. You didn't touch your phone until you had two missed calls from the man you had fallen for, hard.

Sihtric: please answer baby?

Sihtric: can we talk?

Sihtric: I really need to talk with you

You: i'm okay, Sihtric, just still under the weather…

Sihtric: I'm sorry love but I don't care, I really need to see you…

You: i don't think that's a good idea

God, no, please, no. You do not want him to come over.

Sihtric: baby please

Sihtric: you've been distant ever since that last night

Sihtric: I'm sorry if I hurt you baby, I didn't mean to lose my self control like that

Sihtric: I never meant to harm you

Sihtric: or bruise you

Sihtric: I'm so sorry little vixen, please, let me see you?

Sihtric: I need to know you're okay

Your nightmare just got a whole lot worse. Sihtric clearly thought he had upset you because he had been a little rough with you, rougher than normal. He never meant to scare you off, he thought you would tell him if you didn't like something, which you had done before. He just didn't understand how it went so wrong this time, making you suddenly not want to see him anymore and making no attempt to text or call him, which you usually did.

You: Sihtric please it's not that

You: you didn't do anything wrong

Sihtric: please call me?

You: I will…but tomorrow okay? I'm really tired

Sihtric: okay baby, tomorrow. Promise?

You: yeah

Sihtric: okay sleep tight my love xxx

Sihtric was a sensitive guy, which you knew a little, but if you had known how upset he actually was over the whole debacle, you would have never tried to avoid him for so long.

***************

Wednesday

You cursed yourself for promising you'd call Sihtric. You didn't want to. Well, you wanted to. You desperately missed him and needed him with you, but you couldn't. Not in the way you wanted to be with him. And like the other days, you watched his texts and calls come in.

Sihtric: can you call? Do you have time?

You: I'm not sure..

You: I just don't feel well. I'm sorry..

Sihtric: oh...

Sihtric: okay baby.. I'm sorry

Sihtric groaned in frustration and flung his phone across the room. He was at wit's end. He wants to call you, but you don't answer his calls. You barely reply to his texts and when he asks if he did something wrong you keep saying no, yet you seem to avoid him at all costs. It's been almost a week since he had last seen you and it was driving him mad. He just wanted to see you. Nothing more. No sex, no kissing, he just wanted to be able to see you and hear your voice.

'Fuck,' he groaned as he rubbed his eyes, 'that's it. I'm going there.'

******************

You were a little annoyed when someone rang your doorbell at 9 in the evening. You opened up, already having a rant prepared because you half expected it to be charity people or church people, and you were not in the mood, but then you saw it was worse. Way worse than charity or church people.

'Sihtric?' you gasped.

Sihtric clicked his tongue and scoffed upon seeing you, perfectly healthy and all. He bit his lip and chuckled, but not in a good way.

'It's all clear now, just like I thought,' he said, 'look, I just want my necklace back, that's all.'

'I- I-,' you stammered, 'I'll get … get it.'

'Yeah, I'll wait,' Sihtric sniffed, 'glad you're feeling better by the looks of it,' he sneered.

And his sneer was gut wrenching.

'Sihtric,' you sighed and leaned your forehead against your front door, 'I fucked up.'

'No,' he laughed, a broken laugh, 'if you didn't want to sleep with me anymore because of what happened you could've just said so, you know,' he shrugged, 'you know I'm not some fucking weirdo. I kept asking you over and over again if you were okay, if I had hurt you or scared you,' he threw his hands up, 'and you gave me nothing. Except for silence.'

'It's not you.'

'Of course not, that's what you all say, right? The whole it's not you, it's me bullshit?' he shook his head, 'just fucking save it, I don't even want to hear it. It's clear that I am the problem here, so, what? What the fuck are we still doing then? Let's end whatever this was right here, right now. That's what this is about, yeah? So just say it, love. No need to sugarcoat it. Get it over with and just say it and I'll be gone, out of your life.'

'Sihtric, it's not-'

'Just fucking say it, doll,' he sighed.

'I fell in love with you!' you suddenly shouted, 'okay! That's what this is about!'

'What?' Sihtric frowned, dumbfounded, 'you what?'

'I'm in love with you,' you hissed and buried your face.

'W-why?' he shrugged, 'when?'

'When do you think, you dumbass? The night you stayed over!'

'How?'

'I don't know how, it just happened! Fuck, Sihtric,' you groaned, 'I fucked this up by letting you stay. It's all my fault.'

'I- I don't understand,' Sihtric brushed his hands through his hair, completely bewildered, 'then why have you been avoiding me?'

'Because I just couldn't face you,' you admitted, 'I mean, I know you just wanted the whole friends with benefits thing, and I was cool with it, I really was, until that last time. I don't know what happened. Maybe because you … because I finally saw the rest of your personality. I don't know. I… I don't want to lose you, I mean, I like having you around but I can't do this anymore. I can't just fuck and leave it at that. I,' you sighed and buried your face in your hands again, 'I want more, Sihtric.'

'Fucking hell,' Sihtric scoffed with a smile, resting his hands on his head while he looked at you, 'all of this shit,' he said, 'was because you caught feelings for me?'

'Yes,' you said, embarrassed.

'And you never considered that I may have feelings for you?' he frowned and threw his hands up again.

'What?'

'I mean, shit, baby,' he groaned, 'fuck. Why do you think I'm still single and rarely go on dates? And when I do, why do they all fail? Why have I been so concerned about you the past few days? Or why on earth I always call you my baby, my vixen, my kitten. You- you,' he sighed, 'you never suspected anything? I mean, anything, baby?'

'Wh-what? No! I thought… I thought you were just, I don't know, a flirt.'

'Yeah, flirting with you, you fool!'

'Wait, stop. Since when do you like me?'

'Since the first day, my gods,' Sihtric cried out in relief, 'babe. Fucking hell! Come here,' without waiting for an answer he pulled you in his arms, 'fuck, I love you so much, you have no idea. I thought you never wanted to see me again or something. You scared the shit out of me.'

'What?' your voice was muffled as your face was buried in his chest.

'I thought,' Sihtric said again, pulling away and cupping your cheeks, 'you didn't want to see me anymore. I thought I had hurt you the last time we slept together. Because it seemed so convenient for you to suddenly become ill right after I left. And then it seemed you didn't want anything to do with me anymore so, you know,' he shrugged, 'I thought I fucked up.'

'No, babe, I told you,' you wrapped your arms around his neck, 'it was never you. You didn't do anything wrong. The problem was that you did everything right,' you chuckled, 'I'm sorry for being so stupid. I just panicked. I didn't know you felt the same… if I knew I would have never done this. I'm so sorry, honey.'

'No, no,' Sihtric whispered and hushed you with a kiss, 'I don't care about that anymore. I only care about you. I want you, okay? Just you, no one else. I love you.'

'I love you too. And I only want you too, no one else.'

'Promise?' Sihtric asked and nuzzled your nose.

'I promise,' you smiled as you pulled him even closer, locking your lips together for that desperate, passionate kiss.

'But I still want my necklace back,' Sihtric said with a cheeky smile.

'Fine,' you rolled your eyes and reached into your shirt, taking off the necklace as you pulled the leather cord over your head, 'here.'

'You've been wearing it all this time?' he scoffed as he snatched the necklace out of your hands with a smile.

'Of course, it was the only thing I had from you.'

'Oh, kitten,' Sihtric sighed, 'fine. Here, keep it.'

He put the necklace back around your neck and kissed your cheek.

'Now what on earth am I to do with you now that you're mine?' Sihtric grinned.

But before you could answer, he threw you over his shoulder, just like that last night, but this time you didn't even make it to the bed, but you got stuck halfway up the stairs, where you'd both gain another few bruises this time, lovingly of course.

#sihtric x reader #sihtric x you #the last kingdom fic #sihtric fic #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #sihtric #tlk #modern!sihtric

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Houseki no Kuni Chapter 106 Thoughts: Bon Voyage...

Hello all. I hope these last few months have been kind to you in some way. These months have been... a lot. Some very good things happened, and some very bad. I wish we lived in a world were tragedies were just fiction, but that sadly isn't the case. I won't elaborate, but I promise, I'm okay. I just hope 2024 improves, though I know for many others, just hoping isn't enough.

I'm sorry for this late post. Once again, real life had me so distracted that I honestly forgot about Houseki no Kuni's chapter coming out this month. I only remembered when I saw activity around my older HnK posts.

Well, I finished reading the chapter and it was very beautiful and sad in different ways. I'll share more of my thoughts, though I don't think it'll be as long or detailed as my previous ones to be honest... Though I could be wrong! We'll see how it fairs. And who knows? Maybe I'll make another post to dissect this chapter further. But for now, I'll just write whatever comes to mind and try to make it as coherent as possible. I hope you like it. And as always, please feel free to share your own thoughts!

Here we go!

Thunderous Spectacle: The Final Journey

Once again, Ms. Haruko Ichikawa decided to flex her art skills by making beautiful, bombastic illustrations that encapsulates the chaos that is happening on Earth. And the ship departing looks straight out of a sci-fi movie; my mind went to Star Trek when I first saw those pages. Maybe Dune would be more appropriate; I actually don't know, I haven't read or watched Dune, though I hear it's very good.

I wish I had more to say about the visuals for this chapter, but I think they speak for themselves. I will say though...It's moments like this when I marvel... this was originally about a silly gem child trying to find their place in the world. And this is how their journey is finally coming to an end. Almost nothing is recognizable. This certainly was not how I thought this story, or specifically Phos' story, was going to unfold. I wonder if this was Haruko Ichikawa's plan from the beginning? Who can say...

Speaking of plans... Let's talk about Phos's and Eyeball's conversation.

Manipulation or Consideration: Humanity's Parting "Gift"

That was an interesting conversation Eyeball and Phos had when they were finishing up putting the little pebbles onto the ship. I think I remember stating in the last post how I thought it was odd that the Lunarians had this ship prepared for Phos. I'm glad this was somewhat addressed, but the conversation reveals that there was more behind this literal Deus ex Machina ship.

(I will never stop calling it that)

So if I'm understanding Eyeball's logic, Adamant and the Lunarians were considering Phos in the end? That after Phos fulfilled their last duties to the remnants of humanity that they'd be given the chance to leave the planet with whatever species came about before the planet died- Oh. Wait.

Wait.

Was this the thing that Adamant and Aechmea were alluding to back in chapter 96???

Oh my goodness, I think it was.

As I was typing this and going over some of the saved pages I had from the previous chapters, I saw the one with Euclase and I suddenly remembered their weird conversation with Adamant and Aechmea. I also remembered wondering what the heck they meant in the later chapters since their plan for Phos seemed to only be self serving.

HUH.

( Please let me know if I'm way off! For all I know, I could be making stuff up, but oh my goodness, when I made that connection AAaahh)

This was not how this portion was originally going to go, but there you go. I was going to talk about how twisted but not surprising how calculated everything was from the the Lunarians and the other ruminants of humanity's end. And I was also going to mention how the Doctor also fit into this since she was also calculated and manipulative in her own ways. Despite the different forms it takes, humanity didn't seem to change much in this world...

I was also going to originally say that the Deus ex machina ship feels like a backhanded "gift" for Phos, especially after everything that happened to them. And though I still feel that way, after thinking back to chapter 96, I'm now starting to see Phos's perspective of this gift. That despite everything that they put them through, Phos's former families still left this parting gift for them so they could live on elsewhere after they are long gone and when Phos was free from their duties. It's still a backhanded gift in my opinion, but it showed that they cared... at least a bit.

And the fact that their plan also included Eyeball is just wow. I do not blame his small, comedic outburst for that realization. He was manipulated too from the getgo!

At least in the end, Phos chose not to go into the ship. Phos intended to burn that bridge. Even though this thought was implanted by Sensei, Adamant, and the Lunarians, Phos still made that choice on their own and they are owning it. It's bittersweet, though, because regardless of whether or not they stayed or went, Phos's decisions were still a result of them being manipulated one way or another. Pretty much a lose-lose kind of situation, but at least the choice that Phos chose in the end still aligned with what they wanted in they end.

They are giving Eyeball and the little pebbles a chance for a fresh start while Phos can finally end the cycle... By taking humanity and himself to bitter end...

Or does he?

Goodnight, Phosphophyllite

The final farewell between Phos and Eyeball was touching. In a last minute decision to give Phos closure and in an act of true salvation, Eyeball took the last piece of Phos with him. The true remaining piece of Phosphophyllite. To me, this action felt more earnest and heartwarming than the Deus Ex Machina Ship (but that's just me).

What will happen with that piece of Phosphophyllite? Who knows? Maybe that piece will gain sentience and live a peaceful life with the pebbles? A life free of all the constraints as well as the freedoms that was intentionally and unintentionally reinforced within societies created by the former remnants of humanity? I suppose we'll have to wait and see.

As for the Phos that was left behind? The Phos that we've watch evolve from the beginning to end? They will finally rest.

They will finally, and truly be free.

(Albeit in a seemingly not so pleasant way?? Well, they weren't complaining so maybe the lava and other harsh elements isn't hurting them. I hope that's the case.)

I had the feeling that this chapter will be the last time we see Phos, or at least this version of Phos, and it would be a sad but proper send off.

But after seeing THIS at the end, I'm not so sure:

Of course Haruko Ichikawa decides to be cheeky with that little note. Ma'am. Why did you say this???

Is this her roundabout way of saying that Phos is kind of back to square 1? Of being the lonely, jobless Phos who no longer has a purpose and is left with nothing to do but "think." That's pretty funny/messed up joke if that's what she's hinting at.

But again, we'll have to wait and see.

WELP. That's all I have for you all. I hope you enjoyed my ramblings and I'd love to hear what you thought about this chapter. We're nearly at the end of this saga. We're are almost there...

Please be worth it.

#houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #hnk #lotl #hnk spoiler #hnk spoilers #hnk manga #lotl spoilers #hnk meta #hnk phos #personal thoughts #hnk chapter 106 #hnk chapter 96 #hnk analysis #story analysis #long post #meta post

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[ 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝙰𝚒𝚖𝚒'𝚜 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝟹 𝚅𝙳] 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜

AIMI TIME!! honestly, i really can't say what kind of verdict would be better for her. i have no idea how her trial will go this time..

Warnings for Aimi's VD: mentions of toxic family dynamics and bullying, Aimi's murder method is discussed and implied to be very brutal, but the description is not detailed.

Warnings for Aimi's MV: themes of bullying and toxic relationships between Aimi and her accomplice and also her classmates. One of the characters gets their head cut off.

(sounds of footsteps)

Hinode: Sorry for dozing off like that, Miki-san.. I just got so tired all of a sudden..

Miki: It's kinda weird to hear that from someone who.. you know, said all of that to Miyagawa-san.

Hinode: Hm? What do you mean?

Miki: Well, I really didn't expect you to be so.. harsh, maybe?

Hinode: *laughs* Harsh? Please, Miki-san, I was just trying to learn more about his crime, that's all.

Miki: B-but it sounded like you had everything figured out already-

Hinode: Are you ready to interrogate the second prisoner? I promise, I'll try my best not to fall asleep this time.

Miki: .. Okay.

(the door opens)

Miki: Hello-

Miki: H-huh?!

(sounds of someone running up to her and pulling her in a hug)

Aimi: Hehe.. Hello, Miki-chan~

Aimi: It's so nice to finally see you.. I've missed you so much..

Aimi: Don't you know it's bad to just leave your best friend like that?

Miki: .. P-please let go of me.

Hinode: W-why do I feel like a third wheel in this situation?..

Aimi: Hmph..

(sounds of Aimi letting Miki go and sitting down)

Aimi: So, a third trial..

Aimi: Well, I have nothing to worry about, right, Miki-chan?

Miki: .. Y-you're really.. talkative today.

Hinode: Which is surprising, considering you don't talk to other prisoners that much anymore.

Aimi: Ah, about that..

Aimi: I just don't really understand why I should continue trying to become friends with them.

Aimi: Let's be honest here, all of them are sick in the head.

Miki: ?

Miki: But didn't you say that you like all of them and want to be friends with them-

Aimi: I really did like them.

Aimi: But.. Then I looked at them, saw how they act after being voted guilty or even after being voted innocent and..

Aimi: And I was like, "Damn, they really are murderers, aren't they?" *laughs*

Miki: .. You sound weird, Hanasaki-san. It doesn't sound like you at all-

Aimi: Aimi-chan.

Miki: Wh-

Aimi: Call me "Aimi-chan". Like a good friend would.

Aimi: No, no, like a best friend would!

Hinode: I-I think we should start the interrogation-

Aimi: I'm sorry, was I speaking to you?

Miki: .. Aimi-chan, what's going on?

Miki: You've changed. You're like a completely different person now.

Miki: Maybe that's just Milgram's influence-

Aimi: Um.. Here's the thing, Miki-chan.

Aimi: I'll tell you a little secret, because you really are my best friend. You've forgiven me like two times already, surely you will forgive me this time too, right?

Aimi: Again, like a good friend.

Aimi: (to Hinode) .. Close your ears.

Hinode: Huh?

Aimi: You're not in my friend list. So close your ears.

Hinode: Um.. O-okay?

Aimi: So, Miki-chan.. I don't know how I should tell you this, especially because I don't know what you've seen in my videos and what you haven't..

Aimi: But.. Honestly, I always was like this.

Aimi: I don't know if there's something wrong with my behavior. I don't know if it's weird or if I'm being rude.

Aimi: You probably just see me as a cute and shy girl who went through something terrible and who deserves pity.

Aimi: You see me as a victim. A perfect and fragile victim.

Aimi: And.. You're kinda right, actually.

Aimi: I.. I did not deserve to be treated like that. It took me quite a lot of time to realize that, but.. I really did not deserve to be bullied.

Aimi: So who am I? I'm a victim, right? And being a victim means it wasn't my fault, right?

Miki: Actually, about that..

Miki: Something about your story doesn't add up, Aimi-chan.

Aimi: Oh? W-what exactly?

Miki: .. So you admit that you were bullied, right?

Aimi: *nods* Yes. My classmates never were my friends, even though I wanted to believe that they were.

Miki: But.. why were you bullied?

Miki: Obviously, sometimes it just happens without any reason. Sometimes people can just.. be really cruel.

Miki: But I just don't understand why someone would want to-

Aimi: Does that matter to you, Miki-chan?

Aimi: Hey.. If it turned out that my classmates had a reason to bully me..

Aimi: Would you stop being friends with me?

Aimi: Would you leave me? Would you betray me? Would you stab me in the back and leave me to die and choke on my own blood?

Aimi: You wouldn't do that, right? 'Cause you're a good friend, Miki-chan.

Miki: .. You're asking me if I would vote you guilty, right?

Aimi: *stands up* I DON'T CARE ABOUT VERDICTS, TRIALS AND ALL THAT SHIT!

Aimi: I JUST WANT A FRIEND! I JUST WANT SOMEONE TO TALK TO, TO HANG OUT WITH, TO HAVE FUN WITH!

Aimi: .. So tell me, Miki-chan, would you stop being friends with me if it turned out that my classmates had a reason to bully me?

Miki: ...

Hinode: I'm so sorry, but I really want to ask you one question-

Aimi: Again, I don't remember being friends with-

Hinode: But Aimi-san, why do you think that you are friends with Miki-san?

Aimi: .. Huh?

Hinode: Miki-san, do you see Aimi-san as a friend?

Miki: ...

Miki: .. A-Aimi-chan is a really kind and sweet person.

Hinode: .. But do you see her as a friend?

Miki: ...

Aimi: .. Miki-chan?

Miki: .. Hinode-san, why exactly are you asking me this?

Hinode: Well, you see, of course we can form relationships with the prisoners.

Hinode: We become attached to them, we become friends with them, maybe even develop feelings for them.

Hinode: But.. I honestly don't think that you two really are friends.

Hinode: Aimi-san, again, why do you think Miki-san is your friend?

Aimi: .. S-she has forgiven me like two times already.

Aimi: I-I'm innocent in her eyes. So that means she loves me, right?

Aimi: That means you will never betray me, right, Miki-san?

Aimi: We're friends! Best friends even!

Aimi: So please.. Say that we're friends. Call me your friend.

Miki: ...

Aimi: Miki-chan, please-

Miki: S-so about your crime.

(sounds of Aimi trying hard not to cry)

Aimi: .. Whatever. Ask me whatever you want. I don't care anymore.

Miki: ".. I don't know what I want to ask her anymore."

Miki: "Maybe I should start with what she said last time?"

Miki: You said that your accomplice is dead, right?

Aimi: .. Yep. Sure is.

Miki: .. You killed him, didn't you?

Aimi: Did you see that in my video?

Miki: .. Yes.

Aimi: .. Yeah, I killed him.

Aimi: But I guess you could say I killed my classmates too.

Aimi: I mean.. He came up with it, but I played along.

Aimi: I never tried to stop him. I was scared, I was really scared, but I couldn't say no to him.

Aimi: He always made me so uncomfortable, but I just couldn't stop him.

Aimi: He wanted to protect me. In his own insane way, yes, but he really did want to protect me.

Miki: .. And that was almost like having a friend, right?

Miki: A friend that wants to protect you so bad that he's ready to kill someone for you.

Aimi: .. *starts crying*

Aimi: I.. I killed him because I got scared..

Aimi: I saw their corpses and-

Aimi: H-he tried to hug me right after that. I hugged him back, but-

Aimi: I-it was all just too much.

Miki: .. It was your brother, right?

Aimi: *nods* Y-yeah. I'm tired of saying that he's just very overprotective because..

Aimi: He.. He was worse than that.

Aimi: He was.. very controlling. He knew literally everything about me and my schedule. He knew everything about the people I talk to. If I said hi to a random stray cat on the way home, he somehow still managed to know about that.

Hinode: .. He sounds like a nightmare.

Aimi: That's because he was one.

Aimi: I could go into detail, but like.. You get it. I have no idea what was wrong with him, but he really was like that.

Miki: .. How did your classmates die?

Aimi: .. S-so I've told you that my family owns a theme park, right? I-I invited my classmates there.

Aimi: Y-you know, like I went "Hey, my family is so cool and rich, wanna go to this park we own?" And of course, they agreed.

Aimi: Heh, they even forgot about how much they hate me..

Aimi: A-and, um.. Some of the rides actually weren't working properly a few days before that.

Aimi: Our parents knew about it, but they kept the park opened because.. You know, money, all that stuff.

Aimi: A-and my brother also made sure to bribe the people who were working there so that they won't try to fix them.

Miki: .. Are you telling me that your classmates went on those rides?

Aimi: *nods* I've told them that those rides were the most fun ones.

Miki: ...

Miki: .. T-they couldn't just all die from that, right?

Hinode: Miki-san, remember the second video?

Hinode: There.. was a lot of blood.

Aimi: When I say "they weren't working properly", I mean "somebody could literally fall from those rides and end up breaking all their bones or just turn into a bloody mess".

Miki: ...

Miki: S-so all those kids-

(bell rings, machinery sounds)

Aimi: All of them died. Probably. At least most of them did.

Miki: T-that's.. A-and you killed your brother right after that too?

Aimi: Yes. And I just left right after that.

Hinode: Miki-san, you look pale. Do you need some water?

Miki: .. Aimi-chan. Just tell me one thing.

Miki: Do you regret your murder? Or murders, whatever.

Aimi: .. I think I just found my classmates' corpses scary. And the fact that I helped my brother kill them as well.

Aimi: As for my brother's murder..

Aimi: I'm just glad he's dead.

Miki: .. I see.

Aimi: Miki-chan-

Aimi: Ah.. No, that's not right.

Aimi: Guard 002-san, I will be forgiven again this time, right?

Miki: It all depends on your video-

Aimi: I was about to say that if you vote me guilty, I will just kill all of the other prisoners and then myself, but like, you've already betrayed me, so it doesn't matter anymore.

Aimi: I'm doing it anyway.

Miki: .. What?

Miki: What do you mean by that, Aimi-chan?

Aimi: Please don't call me Aimi-chan ever again and extract the video.

Hinode: Miki-san, we really don't have that much time left.

Hinode: I'm sure the third prisoner is already waiting for us.

Miki: But how do you even plan to kill the prisoners?!

Aimi: EXTRACT THE FUCKING VIDEO!

Miki: .. Prisoner 002, Aimi, please sing your sins.

42% ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓░░░░░░░░░░░░ 100%

[ Aimi's Trial 3 MV: Blooming Connection ]

The video starts with showing us a dark garden full of nothing but dead plants. Aimi is standing in the middle of it alone and her eyes are completely empty. Suddenly, someone walks up to her and gives her a flower seed. She looks at it more closely and her eyes start to look much brighter and her expression is more hopeful.

"Ah, nothing is working out, making friends shouldn't be this hard

My high school life was supposed to be all fun and smiles

Maybe they're shy? Maybe they're not interested? Oh well

I'll leave them no choice but to become friends with me!"

The scene changes and now it's a classroom. Aimi walks in and watches her classmates talk to each other, laugh and have fun. She starts handing every single classmate a flower and most of them appreciate the gesture and find the flowers beautiful. Aimi smiles at them and walks to another classmate and gives her a flower as well. However, this time the classmate politely rejects it.

"Buying their friendship isn't a big deal

That's how you do it in the adults' world

I guess you could say it's my love language

So come on, say that you love me, everybody!"

Aimi.. doesn't take it well and stands there, refusing to believe that someone could've said no to her. Her expression starts to become more and more scary and suddenly, she jumps at her and makes the girl fall on the floor.

"Come on, accept my gift, tell me you're grateful, tell me how thoughtful I am

Did I do great? Am I a good friend? I know I am, I know I am

"This flower reminds me of you" I'm the sweetest person you've ever met, right?

"Sorry, but I gotta go" Hey, what do you think you're doing?"

Aimi keeps pulling her hair, beating her and yelling at her and other classmates are struggling to make her let the girl go. When they finally manage to do so, they look terrified and don't want to look Aimi in the eyes. Aimi's hair is messed up, she's breathing heavily and she doesn't seem to regret what she did.

We're in the garden again and it looks like the flowers are starting to grow. Aimi doesn't seem that happy about it though and we can see someone putting their hand on her shoulder in attempt to comfort her. She can only sigh and continue looking at the flower, almost like she's expecting something from it.

"I can still become friends with them, right? I can still eat lunch with them, right?

They will smile at me, right? Say that I'm a good friend, right?

'Cause I'm a good friend, 'cause I'm a good friend

'Cause I'm a good friend, 'cause I'm INNOCENT"

The school setting again. Aimi is arguing with another classmate. Aimi is crying and pointing her finger at her, but the other girl is trying to prove to others that she's innocent and she didn't do anything. The others believe her and walk away with her, leaving Aimi alone. Then we can see a classmate yelling at Aimi and the pink-haired girl looking scared, but other classmates don't try to support or protect her at all and they nod and agree with everything that classmate is saying. We can see another flower lying on the floor next to Aimi.

"So ungrateful, so damn ungrateful

So many gifts and all for nothing

I guess there really is no connection between us

I hate them so much, but I still need friends to survive"

Back in the garden, more and more flowers appear and Aimi still looks worried about something. Someone is standing next to her, but we can only see their silhouette and it actually feels like Aimi is trying her best to forget that person, since all the angles that we can see them from don't let us see any details of their design. Aimi turns to that person and nods, meaning that she's ready to finally do something.

"Maybe revenge is fine, maybe revenge is the right option

I want them to feel the pain they made me go through

I guess I'll try to buy their friendship one last time"

The door opens and Aimi walks into the classroom again. Her hair is a mess and she has dark circles under her eyes and she has a lot of bandaids on her body, just like in the first season. She walks to her classmates and shows them a beautiful bouquet of flowers from her garden. The classmates actually like it a lot and take the bouquet from her. She has nothing else to do but to watch them have fun, but if you look closer, you can see that their hands are bleeding while they're holding the bouquet.

Aimi does look worried at first, but then she shakes her head and closes her eyes. When she opens them, she's in her garden again and her garden is even more colorful than before. Aimi also looks completely different: she has a crown on her head, she's wearing a beautiful princess-like dress, she has flowers in her hair and she has a sword in her hand as well. When she looks down, she sees a young man with dark pink hair and eyes that look similar to hers, but also have darker colors, getting down on one knee before her. It's like she's about to make him her knight.

"Thank you for protecting me, thank you for staying by my side

Our connection is strong, the flowers of our friendship are blooming

Let's stay together forever, 'cause you're such a good friend"

Surprisingly, she smiles, but when the man opens his eyes, he suddenly goes pale and looks shocked. We can still see Aimi smiling, but now there is blood on her sword.

"And such a terrible brother"

The man's head falls on the floor and she turns to her flowers and she notices some weird movement there. It's like someone is.. trying to come up from under the ground?

A hand. And another hand. And another one. There's someone's head too- Oh, it's actually the classmate from the beginning of the video, the one who refused to take her flower.

"Finally, my true friends are here

They've grown from the seeds of my despair and sorrow

Finally, I can say that I love them

And they will never reject me"

More and more classmates are starting to appear and they look a lot like zombies. A lot of them are covered in injuries and those injuries look terrifying and you can tell that whatever killed them wasn't kind to them at all. Also, it looks like Aimi used their dead bodies as fertilizer. They're starting to surround Aimi, but she doesn't look worried at all. She actually looks happy.

"I'm the sweetest person you've ever met, right?

I'm the best friend you've ever had, right?

Come on, give me a hug and say that you forgive me"

For the first time in this video, she turns to her classmates and gives them a sincere smile, but then, everything suddenly goes dark. We can only hear a sound of something being torn apart and falling on the ground. The video ends.

#aimi's mv is definitely one of my favorites this season i think it's really cool #and also THE GIRL WHO HAS A KANJI FOR FLOWER IN HER SURNAME AND HAS A CHERRY BLOSSOM AS HER EMOJI FINALLY GETS A FLOWERS-THEMED MV DJSDKSSL #🎤 voice dramas! 🎤#🌼guard 002: andou miki 🌼#❤️‍🩹 guard 003: kuroki hinode ❤️‍🩹#🌸prisoner 002: hanasaki aimi🌸#milgram #milgram oc #milgram project #ocgram

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carronyaflowers · 7 months

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those people are setting themselves to disappointment because red bull would never sign with him 😭 even tho i think charles is not renewing with ferrari i don't think he will go to rbr😕

ooh i have mixed feelings about this actually because i enjoy so much of these different narratives and is also delulu:

Charles' martyrdom with ferrari. Boy bleeds red and there's also the fact that ever since he was a child (or so he says for PR benefit) it was always the red car for him, and of course there was the connection with jules and his papa, and how overall, ferrari seems like such an important part of his life, and despite all these hardships and downfalls, there's just something so compelling about a mouse staying in a big red car carrying all its history and legacy. And despite it being too big for him, the mouse also became much bigger than it. IDK there's just such a feeling of being meant to be in them.

But also, I need him to leave that failteam so much. He's being wasted there. They're supposed to be this big glorious team but I haven't seen that team anywhere these past years. They're so unserious the collective of chirlies (gn) in tumblr and twitter could probably handle that team better.

So if he's to leave, where would he go? Right now, there's four big teams that'd be (or potentially be good enough) to fight for wins, for championships. But honestly, ferrari as we see is not there, I think mclaren could be there but not yet, so that leaves us with merc and rb.

In theory, should lewis suddenly retire, charles could go there

But BUT IT'D BE MUCH JUICIER FOR HIM TO GO TO RB

So yeah, this point really goes to me being delulu. But also consider that Charles is argued to be one of the few drivers that could actually keep up with Max and that's with a shitbox (and this was also referenced from interviews with Max himself, Christian and even Helmut ) (i'm sorry that i won't be able to provide vids but trust on my delulu mind that there's references to that somewhere i know it). And Charles' and Max's driving styles are extremely compatible so engineering the car won't be too much of a problem (see @il-predestinato essay on this (i'm sorry again for the lack of link i'll maybe edit this tomorrow morning or after my exams next week if u have the patience). And i don't think rb would be opposed to having a talented naturally fast driver.

As from Charles' point of view, why don't we think charles may choose rb should he leave? Questioned this, i immediately remembered @drivestraight on the limit fic, especially this part:

After a long moment of silence, Max finally speaks up. “You want to know what I really think about you moving to Mercedes?”

Interested, Charles replies, “I asked you for a reason.”

Max takes a moment to collect his thoughts before he replies, “Mercedes are good, better than Ferrari, for sure, but they’re not your style.”

Charles lifts a brow. “And what’s my style?”

Max grins, effervescent. “On the limit.”

Charles laughs. On the limit, huh? High praise, especially coming from Max. “Maybe I should call Christian. See if he’d give me Checo’s seat,” he jokes.

so yeah, i just think that at the end of the day, a driver would want a team that could provide him the car that would let him show his speed, let him challenge for wins, and might even get him a championship

TL;DR: I think that at the end of the day, I really just want to see Charles in a car deserving of him, and should that be with ferrari or rb or any other team, i don't think i'll care much (of course i'll care who am i kidding but really it won't be that much bc i'm a charles fan first, f1 second), as long as he's happy with his decisions and he gets to drive his heart out.

DISCLAIMER: Bestie, idk if this made sense at all, i'm sick, i've been studying for an exam and my mind is honest to god filled with theories and writings in the social sciences (please i have a love hate relationship with pedagog of the oppressed and origin of the family bc theyre a pain to read and a headache but they're also such good readings) but keeping up with these charles contract discussions have been a joy and anxiety hehe so yeah that's my thoughts on that and the essays on the lestappen gate 2023 tag might be more coherent and make more sense but yeah thank you for the ask, it was great to have these thoughts out even tho they prolly did not write well as i'm in this state

#charles leclerc #lestappen gate 2023 #carronya.asks

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syn4k · 1 year

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(this work is a continuation of this post! if you haven't read it yet, please read it first for context)

Meanwhile in the Overworld, Xisuma was trying his best to not get K.O'ed by a gaggle of guardians.

He sluggishly dodged a beam in the salty water, turning around quickly just to see another hit him square in the helmet. With a sigh, he clambered out of the water and flew towards the safety of the portal a few blocks above to get some milk. Guardian wrangling was always exhausting, even when you hadn't been going at it for hours. X considered that maybe he needed a day off to take a good long nap. Maybe that day should be today.

The portal behind him whispered, speaking of someone coming through, and he turned around to see none other than Mumbo Jumbo stumble onto the stone platform he had built, holding a shulker box.

Internally, he shelved that thought with a sigh. He'd have to take a break later.

"'Ello," he said, pleasantly surprised. "Anything else you need, or were you just dropping by?"

"Well," said Mumbo, pushing his hair out of his face, "I got really really lost on my way to your portal to ask you this. Like, really lost."

"Are you alright?" asked X with concern. Mumbo did look- well, he always looked at least a little tired, but tireder than usual.

"I ran into your brother," said Mumbo.

"That doesn't answer my question," said X with a (hopefully silent) sigh.

"Okay, so you know how I left the server a few months back to go on vacation?" asked Mumbo, putting down the shulker box and, after a moment's hesitation, sitting down on it.

"Yep."

"Well I got back and uh, well, there's a lot more diamonds in there than I remember putting in," said Mumbo, patting the side of the box. "I figured since I'd run into EX instead of you, he might have-"

"They," corrected X automatically.

"Right, sorry," said Mumbo. "I figured they might have known where the diamonds went."

"Please don't tell me they tried to extort you of your money," said X with a sigh. "I can get you some of what you lost if you need-"

"No, no, they didn't," said Mumbo quickly. "Actually, they said something about it being too easy to just say it was theirs? They're the one who pointed me over here, actually. I think h- they just wanted to be rid of me, to be honest."

Xisuma hummed thoughtfully. "That tracks too," he said. "Anyways, no, I haven't lost any diamonds either."

"Huh," said Mumbo. "Any idea who might have?"

X paused another minute, looking at the shulker box Mumbo was sitting on then back to Mumbo then back to the box. He had a suspicion, but...

"Mind if I take a look at what's in it?" he asked. Mumbo nodded and X walked over and opened it. Inside sat gleaming stacks of diamond blocks and deepslate diamond ore, the blocks hastily assembled.

Ah.

So that's what was going on.

"I have an inkling," he said, standing back up and handing the box back to Mumbo, "that Ren might know more on this subject than I."

"Alright," said Mumbo with a nod. "Thanks for the lead, X. I'll make sure- I'll make sure to ask him."

"Before you go, is there anything else that EX said to you?" asked X as Mumbo stepped back to the portal. "I know they keep to themself mostly, but I'd like to know if they're planning on pulling something."

"Uh, not really, no," said Mumbo, scratching the back of his head.

"Are you sure?"

"Well, there was something about me going to therapy for anxiety," said Mumbo with a short laugh. "I'm not sure if it was actual advice or an insult."

X wanted to sigh so badly in that moment, but he kept it in check for the sake of his guest. "Yeah, that sounds like something they'd do," he said with a nod.

"Do you- do you figure they were right?" asked Mumbo, looking him in the eyes for the first time that meeting. "I just wanted a second opinion on it."

Xisuma took a long look at the man in the suit who was known serverwide as the nervous wreck with a moustach, currently tapping fingers on his pants leg. He had seen the man be confident exactly once in season 6, and never again before or since. Despite their shortcomings, EX was a good judge of character, and... yeah, he agreed with them on this.

"If you feel like it would help you," he said finally with a shrug, trying to keep his tone as lighthearted as possible, "I know either Cleo or Joe have some sort of degree in that sort of thing."

"Huh," said Mumbo. "Never would have expected that from Cleo. Well, thanks again," he said, putting one foot into the portal and giving a wave. "I'll update you if anything happens."

"See you, my friend," called X, giving back a wave of his own. He waited silently for a few seconds after Mumbo was through the other side of the portal before turning back to his rudimentary storage system with a deep sigh and a small chuckle.

"Good Lord," he muttered to himself, pulling out his comms and typing in a message to EX.

<Xisuma> By the way, Mumbo just dropped by and I told him to go to either Cleo or Joe for therapy <Xisuma> Thanks for bringing that up, I think we've been trying to schedule him an appointment under the table but nobody knows how to do that politely lol <EvilXisuma> finally. thank hels <EvilXisuma> that man was giving me secondhand embarrassment just by existing <Xisuma> hey, be nice to the man, he has anxiety <EvilXisuma> no shit, sherlock

X sighed and put his comm back in his pocket. Maybe he'd take that off day today after all.

#ray's tag #mcyt #hermitcraft #mumbo jumbo #xisuma #writing #i love this lil series #might turn it into a fic when i get the energy later #keys' writing

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starwalker03 · 10 months

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In WMLP, how did The Light decide who gets which kid?

I mean mostly common sense. Like. first season they've basically decided already.

Luthor wants Conner cause he's technically property of Lexcorp/CADMUS or whatever. and also Luthor is the one who mostly deals with superman anyway.

Queen bee is already messing with M'Gaan in season one. that one isn't as much of a no brainer, but I can very much see Bee basically being like 'mind reader? shapeshifter? absolutely I'll take that thanks'.

Kaldur is Black Manta's son. like. that's pretty simple, self-explanatory. Same with Artemis and Sports Master.

The only ones in question were Robin and Kid Flash. In the show, these two don't get approached by villains (neither does Kaldur but like I said, father) which suggests the light members present either don't want them or don't have anything they could use against them.

the prior is Wally's situation. they just kinda don't want him. he's just another speedster to them. which I feel is odd considering the fact that Wally and Vandal Savage interact in season one, and Wally proves himself to be a bit fucking annoying. Like you'd think Vandal would look at this and be like 'huh. he might actually be useful' but that doesn't seem to be a sentiment he has. eason two Wally remembers this interaction and teases him in the finale, but Vandal shows no sign of mirroring this behaviour, let alone recalling their interaction. So I kinda just held that energy for the fic.

(although that does give me ideas for an au...)

Dick on the other hand is the latter. I'm sure the Light can very much see the potential for having The Boy Wonder under their thumb, but at the end of the day... they haven't got anything on him. That's how they get their footholds in season one, they have a way to manipulate them. I don't think the light even knows Robin's secret identity to be honest, because there's no sign that they do. Roy doesn't seem to, if the episode Performance is any sign. And they haven't got any dark past or mistakes or any dirt at all on him. so they just don't have the chance to do anything.

The Slade comes along. Essentially in my mind, the light calls upon Slade at the end of the show, after they've been defeated in the finale, so that they can take them down. similarly to Black Manta, because he's not actually in season one really, but I think after ocean master's defeat they bring him on and actively start using him after the finale's defeat.

at this point it doesn't matter if they have anything on them, they're gonna get them. no one goes for Wally, and Slade makes his claim for Dick Grayson as soon as he steps in the room. and thus all the kids are divided, and we get the moment in the fic where Slade questions if anyone wants the flash kid, which leads to Wally's vacation in the speed force.

All this being said, the idea of infighting as they attempt to subtly get more. Trying to manipulate each other to steal away their new assets. hm. would be intriguing, and is something I've thought on before.

#dick grayson #dc comics #fanfiction #young justice #with morality like a polynomial #wmlp #deathstroke #The Light #conner kent #artemis crock #mgann morzz #wally west #kaldur'ahm

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tehriel · 1 year

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Sodo x reader x terzo 18+ section

It is absolutely unedited smut. This is just from the long fic I'm working on. Had a motorcycle chase moment, Sodo isn't being honest with his feelings, reader has walls because they're nursing a broken heart. Terzo is too close and the reader is falling for him but Sodo acts pretty unthreatening. Everyone has feelings and agendas. Wew. And 0 editing, like haven't read through this once.

Tags: instructed, blood, motorcycle?

“I got a place,” Sodo kicked the motorbike back into gear and turned away. “Where’d you get hit?” he asked as the motor quietened with a leisurely pace.

“Arms, calf, nothing serious, you?”

“Caught one in the hand,” he broke from the treeline and into an open field. You looked, and the side of his hand had been clipped, black blood trickling onto the bike.

“That was incredibly stupid, huh? Going to the authorities, you’re never supposed to go to the authorities about another cop,” you gave a deep sigh, “guess, I kinda hoped for more…” you grimaced.

“Can’t fault you for hoping things were different, Bait,” Sodo’s voice softened and his speed slowed. Ahead a dilapidated barn was open. Sodo drove straight in, easing to a stop, kicking out the stand.

You were welcomed with the scent of hay, rotten wood and machine oil.

“Fuckkk.” Your shoulders finally sagged in relief and Sodo lazed back into you on the bike. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“What was that about considering?” He murmured, his helmet at your shoulder.

“Huh?” You were still reeling, the last half hour was a blur.

“Looks like I have more reason to screw around with the cops,” He pulled off his helmet and let it fall to the ground before letting his head rest back against you. “We made it out, Bait,” his claws lightly skimmed your knee, his blood painting your overalls.

“Oh,” then you remembered. He had not been joking then.

“I can smell when you’re turned on, you know?” You felt him breathe you in.

You had a moment of reflection, “all the times you thought I smelt good, huh?” You grimaced, “feels like an invasion of privacy, that an incubi thing?”

“Might be,” he lazily traced your thigh with his claw, “you going to deny yourself again?”

You liked the weight of his body against yours, the chase had been thrilling. Your wounds gave a dull ache, but weren’t enough to deter. He was between your legs. You could say nothing. He already knew.

“I make you wet,” he growled softly.

The pain Rhea left behind was still there if you poked it, but Sodo was something different. It wasn't love, it didn't seem to even have that potential. “I don’t want to do something I will regret.” You took in the barn around you, the sky had greyed over, it seemed it wanted to rain soon.

“Which would you regret more, doing me, or not?”

You heard Papa’s call muffled behind the closet door. What would have happened if you stayed?

“You might have guessed, but I don't mind being a regret,” Sodo grinned, rubbing his neck on your shoulder. “Hey, it's okay if not, I will always listen to a ‘no’ no matter how far gone I am,” he started pulling away but you snaked an arm around his torso pulling him back against you with some force. A groan cut off in his chest. “I still don't know how you do that… what does this mean?”

“I just… I won't stop you.”

“Won’t stop me?” He frowned, “not really getting consent vibes from that, Bait, I'll admit.”

“I.. don't want to do anything I will regret… but you can do.. whatever you like.”

There was silence, he softly went back to running his claws against you. “Is that a very coy way of asking me to touch myself for you? Bait?”

You shrugged as if indifferent, but he could likely sense otherwise. “You’ve been trying to figure out my kinks, what have you come up with, Sodo?” You seemingly changed the subject.

He hummed trailing his nails from your thigh to his. “Right now I am thinking voyerism, which I had not clocked. Or, perhaps this is an oppotunistic thing for you… I don’t much care, right now, I want you to watch me.” He settled further into you and trailed a hand from where your arm rested on his torso to his front, lightly smearing some of your blood down his black dress shirt.

“I think it’s more I picked exhibtionist for you, I’ve seen you on stage Sodo, I have seen you play ‘Mummy Dust,’” you murmured softly.

His breath hitched a little lightly cupping himself though his tight pants, “Ah, see that does make sense. I like you watching me on stage, _____…I think mostly, you’re a pleasure dom.”

“Mostly? And what gave that away?” you murmured low in his ear. You traced a red bead of bood from a cut on your upper arm and offered it to him.

He obliged, sucking on your fingers. “You are very firm with what you want… well, unless you don’t know what you want, ah,” he arched his back away from you slightly.

“Take it slow, Sodo,” you instructed softly. “Hands where I can see them, we aren’t doing anything after all, are we?”

“Fuck, there it is,” he laughed breathily. “You don’t want to take orders, happy to dish them though.”

“Mmm? What else do you have for me?” you lightly brushed his thighs, running your hands along them.

“I said mostly, because, shit,” he bucked into his hand as you bit at his shoulder. “Asshole.”

“Asshole? No… I just know what you like, Sodo.”

“I think you would just as happily fight for dominence. You’re a bit of a switch.”

“You’re not projecting, are you?”

His hips came to move rythmically, grinding against his palm a slightly betweent your legs. You squeezed his thigh, his breathing become uneven. “I could be, when you tackled me in bed though… fuck..”

“Next to Swiss?”

“You got me so hard, and when I had you pinned to the wall for Papa, I could see the challenge in your eye, shit, you smelt so good--you smell so good. When we first met, you saw through my intimidation, looking for a fight. You want to fight me before you fuck me.”

You hand trailed his torso finger tips finding a grazing his pierced nipple through his shirt. He gave a sharp intake of breath. “I’m queer,” you chuckled, “I am going to love nipple play.”

He bucked, breathing hard. “You going to fuck me like one of your french girls, Bait?”

“Is that what you want? Sodo? Huh? What do you want?”

“I want you to be rough with me. I want you in the dirt. Fuck!” his hand was still slowly circling his clothed tip, nice and slow, as per your instructions. “I want your bite marks on my thighs,” he groaned.

You felt yourself clench around nothing, his body still writhed against yours. It was a kind of torture. You moaned softly for him.

“I want to taste my blood from your mouth and your clit with my forked tongue,” he gave in to a hard grind against his palm, his touch speeding up.

“How close are you, Sodomiser?” you murmured.

He swallowed, “so.. Close.”

You pulled his hands away and tugged them behind him, he growled low.

“What the fuck, _____?”

“No more touching,” you softly nipped at his pointed ear, “turn the engine on,” you licked at the shell of his ear and he shivvered. He leaned forward and flicked the keys in the ignition, letting the engine rumble in nuetral. “Come here,” you pulled him back against you and leaned back more before tracing his inner thigh his hips bucked sharply. “You think you can come just like this?” you rolled your own hips and he followed suit feeling the vibrations of the engine.

“Fuck,” he whimpered.

“Should I tell you what I want, Sodomiser?”

“Mhmm,” he gave a jerk while answering, his hands coming to squeeze both your thighs, his tail coming to coil around an ankle.

“I don’t like power play, but I’ll fight you for it, I want to bring you to your knees in front of me, I want to pull your hair,” you gave his white locks a sudden tug and he moaned loudly. “I want to see how long you can hold your breath. You want me to come on your mouth, Sodo?”

“Yes, yep, fuck, you’re such an asshole,” his abs flexed under your touch as he kept your agonising pace.

“You want to come inside me, Sodomiser?”

There was a long whimper.

“How about you just come for me now?” you bit at his neck and clawed at his inner thighs.

“Fuck, _____,” he grunted, thrusting for any kind of friction. His muscled strained. He threw his head back on your shoulder. “Shit, I’m… ah.” He convolsed against you, his hips writhing. His clothed cock pulsed.

“Say my name,” you instructed as he lost his mind.

“______,” he murmured and thrusted again.

Your hand reached down his torso slowly and ghosted his heat. He shuttered. You rubbed at his lessening bulge gently and he moaned something messily in swedish from the overstimlation.

“You did good, Sodo,” you grinned wolfishly.

“Fuck you,” he offered tiredly his body shook again in the aftermath.

“You wish you did.”

“I think you’re close too, wouldn’t take much… I want to taste you, Bait,” he lifted your hand now bloody with his black blood and yours and his mess, he touched it to his lips and licked. You felt the split of his tongue and imagined it elsewhere. He was right, it wouldn’t take much.

“I don’t know where I stand with that yet, Sodo,” you murmured and kissed his hair softly, it was the only time you had kissed him.

“You only ever need to ask, _____, I would go down on you in a heart beat,” he leaned forward and switched off the rumbling bike.

“Thanks, I think,” you frowned. “I should call Terzo, listen to his ‘I told you so voice’.”

“Nah, he hasn’t got one, you legitimately just feel bad for not listening to him and he knows that.” He swung his leg off the bike and slipped off, gingerly feeling himself.

“Sometimes I really hate kind people,” you pulled a straight face and pulled your phone from your pocket, dialing for Terzo. You head the dial tone, then… you heard a phone chime. “Papa?” you looked around the barn tilting your head for the sound. It was coming from just ouside.

“I am here,” he said quietly, his voice ashy.

You found him sat on the ground with his back to the barn, the minivan parked a couple meters away. His legs were sprawled beneath him, his hair messed, he had no makeup. Just the remnants of eyeliner. Sweat patterned his forehead, his dress shirt was untucked. He slowly pulled himself up. You noted the stain on the front of his pants. “I apologise, I uh, didn’t want to interrupt.”

“If you were listening,” you took him in, he was a mess. Fuck, you wanted him. “You would know there was nothing to interrupt.” you swallowed thinking of Papa hearing your instructions for Sodo and following through with them himself.

“Uh.. yes… I understand, Aether said there was a chase, I knew this is a safe place for Sodo…” and you were hugging him.

He froze then he sunk into you tiredly.

“Ah, mio adorabile Pittore. Sembri esausto. Do you want to tell me what happened?” he placed a bare hand on your neck and closed his eyes relishing in your closeness.

Thank you for reading! I'll post the first chapter here~ for when it is actually cleaned up and good.

#Sodo x reader #nameless ghoul x reader #terzo x reader #reader x Sodo #Sodo #terzo #ghoul #ghost #ghost fanfiction #ghost bc #ghost smut #the band ghost #ghost fic #dewdrop x reader #ghost band #smut

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enchantedmirage · 14 days

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New Living Conditions | Katsumi Story 2 (pt.3)

--- later ---

I: Wake up~! We've arrived.

--In front of them is a large apartment complex with large windows and balconies.--

K: Not bad… (yawn) Huh.. wait, what is this? I: Let's head inside shall we? To your new apartment.

K: H-HUH? Isn't this all too fast?

I: What is it? I chose a place closeby for convenience's sake.

K: Don't leases take a while usually before they're accepted?

I: I pulled a few strings, so don't fret over the details. It isn't furnished yet, we can arrange that over the weekend while you remain in Seisoukan.

K: I see.. well I looked into listings before, the closer to the heart of the city, the more expensive it is.

I: Ah yes, well the rent will be taken from your salary—

K: But! I told you that I-

I: —is what I would usually say, but given you expressing how it's for your tuition.. This is only a hypothetical but would you consider moving to Shuetsu?

K: And away from Anzu? Hard no.

I: I'd thought so.

K: I know it was probably a lot of work trying to do this for me, I'm surprised you did it this quickly..

I: You didn't want to stay in Seisoukan, right?

K: All that from a comment..? You know how I am, I'll protest but I'll still do it anyway. You're awfully considerate, Mommy.

I: Would it kill you to not say that name after a compliment~?

K: But that's what we call people who take care of you, don't we?

I: ..I wouldn't know what it's like to have a mother.

K: I can say the same for me as well.

I: Pfft. K: What's so funny?

I: Our existences are both pitiful and yet so different.

K: Maybe it's because you're an only child, you learn to accept hardships when you have siblings.

K: Not to mention.. you can deny love all you want, but you'll grow up to become bitter and grumpy. I'm honest to myself — I want to be loved, so please dote on me some more, okay?

I: Your words are more befitting for an idol, a shame I won't be able to harness that.

K: Hm? Ah, my words echo Ohiisama's a lot don't they? But I've long held this belief since I was a child. Working hard to get the perfect grades.. Putting my all in unnecessary extracurriculars.. I t's unfortunate that I'm the eldest, I was more of a third parent to my siblings.

I: Oh~? Does that explain the way you advertise yourself as an adorable little sister?

K: I'M JUST SHORT—and I'm older than you by a few months too! If Mommy thinks I'm adorable, then I'm glad.

I: Call me that one more time and I'll send you to an enemy stronghold by foot.

K: Ueeh~ If that means I can call you that all the time, I don't think it would be too much of a bother.

I: ..

K: "you're putting your life in danger, are you crazy?" is what you're thinking right? It's not like I haven't been living in risk for all this time, I'm used to it.

K: There's a lot of things you can exchange by putting your life at risk, giving away your body for example..

I: You—

K: Oh, don't worry, I never did anything of "that" sort. But many girls I worked with had to in order to survive, I was just simply lucky. I'm a coward who doesn't like to be hurt, so I never partook in those jobs. I tried to be earnest by working honestly.

I: Did you now? You were underaged, that's illegal.

K: Sure, by law, but it's honest to put in hours of my time to get paid, right?

K: I was introduced to Neesan, and got a brush with something far darker I suppose. Blackmailing those high up in the corporate ladder, you know how, right?*

I: ..So I've heard. K: The drug was rather fast-acting so they weren't able to touch me, Neesan prioritized us after all.

(note: the blackmail procedure here often involves soliciting those men into "sleeping" with them. Often a drug is slipped into their drink that acts later, letting someone cards or take photos that can be sent to their family if they refuse paying the requested amount)

I: Fine, I get your point. Though, how did you get away from that?

K: Neesan let me, after paying off my dues at least.

I: How awfully anticlimactic, it's a bit odd given how organized crimes are handled.

K: Reality is often stranger than fiction, isn't it?

I: Well, nothing is impossible as they say. I think we've discussed for a while now, let's head back.

K: Ah right! I told Ohiisama I was going to help him with his routine..

I: So we'll have to hurry along now don't we~?

K: -pushing him out the door- Let's go now!

---

H: Welcome home!

K: Oh, thank you for greeting us Ohiisama~

H: Ibara notified us that he found you a place, so I'll be sure to cherish our remaining time together!

K: Aha...

J: It's not like she'll be disappearing yknow~?

K: Ohiisama's sentimentality is endearing though.

K: Yknow.. we could probably hold sleepovers once I'm settled in the apartment, since it's pretty spacious.

N: That sounds wonderful actually..

J: Are you sure you'd want to sleep with a bunch of guys though~?

I: Sleepovers don't necessitate the host sleeping in the same room. Besides, the place isn't furnished yet to even hold such festivities..

K: Well, Mommy told me that we'll be furniture shopping over the weekend soo..

H: Hmph, no fair! I'd advise you to have someone who knows their aesthetics come join as well. Of course, that would be me.

J: I'm sure we'll all end up coming along anyway.

N: It'll be fun with us together.

H: Mhm~ I can't wait!

I: Shouldn't we keep it down? We're not the only residents here after all.

K: Pfft—

N: Katsumi?

K: Nothing, just.. You guys are the best. Thank you for everything, Eden.

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars oc #ensemble stars oc #enstars edit #< katsumi tokunaga >#hiyori tomoe #jun sazanami #nagisa ran #ibara saegusa

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admiral-anime · 9 months

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I've seen the theory that Tessa is not who she wants to appear to be popular right now. It's often said that she might be CYN.

It's a very interesting theory, but I don't think it's quite right. Most importantly, if Tessa turns out to be CYN, it devalues the pressure on N. The "universe or one little drone" choice he's being forced to make by someone N trusts.

Here are a few things that indicate that Tessa is Tessa after all:

When she arrives on C9, we see the things she brought with her. I don't think that's what the CYN godlike machine needs. At least not ordinary human stuff.

It's also the same way she grabs N as she did in the Gala episode.

About her saying she's "human" too often. I think there's a couple reasons for that. First of all, she says it when the fact that she's "human" or not affects a character's abilities. Like in the case of sentinel control. In the second place, I think it further demonstrates that she clearly separates humans and robots. (As she says about N: "my robot"). Yes and in the past she has said "humans" are coming.

I'm not sure about the toxic atmosphere at all. I don't think it would affect both the robot and the man in the spacesuit. I'm just going to assume that the writers did it so that UZI could bite Tessa's finger without jumping up.

About the sentinels not recognizing Tessa as human and the weird-looking blood. Well, as hinted at in episode 5, Tessa has some kind of arm problem:

It seems to me that this "something" required future intervention. Probably using technology like DD regeneration or just prosthetics. So the sentinel broke down trying to follow two contradictory orders. Obey the humans and kill the drones.

Just because she cooperated with Doll but wants to kill UZI doesn't stop her from wanting to kill Doll too. After all, she wants a list of all the drones associated with AS. Certainly not for a census. And she wasn't looking to kill UZI here and now.

And the blood. It was written somewhere that the blood disappears when she talks to N. And it does. But I'm sure it's a mistake in the animation.

Here she is talking to N (no blood):

Then V comes in and there's still no blood:

Blood appears:

And then it's gone again:

Those are probably the most meaningful arguments to me. If I'm forgetting something. maybe I'll write about it later.)

Oh, yeah. The timeline thing. To be honest, I haven't really figured it out yet. We don't have the exact dates of Gala, the destruction of Earth, the destruction of the people on C9, we don't even have Tessa's age. (Maybe in this universe, people live 400 years?)

Tessa's weird theory comes from this post:

Actually, I saw more than just this post. But I couldn't find the others.

Tessa's suspicious theory is very interesting. I'm really looking forward to seeing what this story turns into in the next couple episodes.

And if Tessa actually turns out to be CYN. Huh. Her shoulder patch could be considered a kill counter. Brutal.

#murder drones #murder drones ep6 spoilers

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nandysparadox · 10 months

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candlelit dinners and secret gardens

Pairing: romantic royality; mentioned platonic moceit

Word count: 1569

cw: marriage proposal fluff!

Summary:

Roman is quite surprised when Patton takes him to a renowned restaurant for a romantic dinner

And he'll see that his boyfriend has one more secret in store for the night

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the final fic i wrote for @royalityweek ^^!! i'll be honest, i really didn't believe i'd finish it in time, but thankfully, it worked out! and im pretty happy with it :>

but if you still haven't had enough of this verse, don't worry, there'll be art too! i might even post it here, for archiving purposes

once again, big thanks to @ivaryn0 on tumblr for beta-reading!

prompt: gestures/secrets

“You’re being awfully secretive about this.”

Patton only laughed in response, and Roman would’ve glared at him, but the blindfold tied around his eyes made sure couldn’t see anything other than a faint suggestion of sunlight. He opted to cross his arms instead.

As expected, Patton didn’t offer any more information on where they were going — only humming along to some pop song playing on the radio. Roman thumbed at his seat belt. Despite his curiosity, he didn’t try to peek under the blindfold, if only because his boyfriend was so adorably insistant on it.

Soon enough, Roman felt the car stop and park, and after a beat the door clicked open. A hand grabbed his forearm and then Patton was gently guiding him out of his seat.

“Okay, just a second, honey, don’t look yet!”

Laughing, Roman let him position him as he pleased. When it seemed Patton was satisfied, he leaned his head so he'd be able to untie the knot.

Roman reached to take off the blindfold, and as his vision cleared he felt his heart skip a beat.

Right in front of them stood a building he immediately recognized from social media as “The Castle'' — which might as well be the most renowned restaurant in the whole state. The waiting list for a reservation alone was miles long.

“How on earth did you—?”

Patton shrugged, a coy smile on his face. “I have my ways, now c’mon.”

Taking his arm, Patton tugged him along the stone path that led to the entrance. Roman gaped. The name definitely did the place justice, with its old stone walls that peaked in small towers and a majestic wooden gate as a door.

And the inside was just as beautiful as the outside, it seemed. Even the waiting room was lavish, with regal plush couches to sit on. Through their many anniversaries, he and Patton had visited many fancy restaurants, but this was on a whole other level. Especially considering that, as far as Roman knew, their anniversary was months from now, and so were their birthdays.

Before he could think too much about it, though, a waiter came by, taking the reservation name and directing them to their table.

Roman sat down onto the chair carefully, looking at the table with awe. Generally, all the candlelit dinners he’d made for Patton had that effect achieved by sticking a single candlestick in the middle of the table, but here it was a whole centerpiece, along with some floral arrangements that looked straight out of a romance novel. When he looked back up at Patton, he found the other watching him with a fond look.

“I really can’t believe you did this,” Roman said with a surprised, delighted laugh. “What’s the occasion?”

Patton leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand with a teasing grin. “What if I just wanted to treat my lovely prince to a nice evening?”

Roman felt his cheeks heat up at the pet name. That was cheating, frankly — Patton knew how much that flustered him. Thankfully, a waiter saved him from responding, as they came by to note down their orders.

While waiting, they fell into easy conversation about their week, and Roman’s nerves melted down. They could be anywhere in the world and they would still chat about the same old things, huh? It was a comforting thought. Roman raved about how the tour’s going, mishaps in shows included, and Patton responded in kind — speaking of the clinic, of cute animals he saw, and anything else he spotted, really. All with the cutest little smile on his face.

By the time their food got wheeled in, Roman had barely noticed any time passed at all. Of course, it was all delicious — filet steaks cooked to a medium-rare, glistening and enticing. They even managed to make the side vegetables look mouth-watering! They took their time eating, and Roman enjoyed every bit of Patton’s company. He had to admit, it was nice to have such a date night after being away on tour. He missed him.

“Actually,” Patton said, after taking the last bite of his meal. “There’s a secret about this place.”

Roman raised an eyebrow. “And that would be…?”

Patton’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he rose to take Roman’s hand and lift him out of his chair. “Come with me.”

Patton led him to another door, mostly hidden away in the corner, which made him the slightest bit nervous. But as he stepped out, all his worries melted in awe.

A garden.

“Beautiful, right?” Patton said, looking around. “Janus, you know xem, works here, and xe told me about it. It’s open to the public, but not a lot of people come by.”

Indeed, there were a few people around, but not many, most scattered around benches or trees.

“I thought Janus worked in the grocery store?”

“Xe did. Last week,” Patton said, nonchalant. He then gestured with his head to what seemed to be the bandstand in the center of the garden. “Are you up for a walk?”

Stepping around stone to avoid trampling the fresh grass, Roman followed Patton onto the desire path. Soft moonlight streaked the view of the flowers, which, along with the warm glow from the few lamp posts, provided a lovely scene. He smiled as he considered the decorations in the flower beds — little doors and fountains, miniature houses, all designed to make it look as if a fairy lived there. It was like it was lifted out of a storybook.

As they reached the gazebo, faint, romantic violin music began to play from a speaker. Roman raised an eyebrow to Patton. Between that, and the fact that Janus apparently worked there, it was all beginning to seem quite planned indeed.

Patton could only give a sheepish smile in response, and Roman shook his head in amusement. Taking advantage of the crescendoing melody, he took Patton’s hand and pulled him into a slow spin, drawing a surprised squeak out of his boyfriend. Soon enough, Patton pressed closer, resting his hand on Roman’s shoulder, and they were off in their own little rhythm.

He’d had enough experience slow dancing, theater and all, so Roman led — guiding their steps back and forth across the bandstand, practically floating along to the music. Patton giggled under his breath as he almost tripped, and Roman felt his heartbeat thrum louder at the sight. With pink flushed cheeks and baby blue eyes that glimmered in the night, Patton looked nothing short of ethereal.

Though, all of a sudden, he let go. Stepping away from Roman’s arms with an anxious, but determined look. Seemingly shy for the first time in the whole evening, he fidgeted with the collar of his suit.

“I know you love big, romantic gestures,” Patton began, “And when I found out about this place, I knew you’d love it. I think you could tell, but I planned this out quite a bit. And I’m so happy I got that chance, because you’re always knocking me off my feet, so I thought, you know—” He gestured to the gazebo with a nervous smile. “—I’d do the same to you. I’m not the best with words, but I’ll say it anyway. I can’t imagine a better place to ask— ask this.”

Roman felt his heart jump at his throat as he caught the thread of what he meant, and anticipation built up in his chest like fireworks.

They’d talked about it before, of course, enough that Roman felt a bit silly for not seeing it coming sooner — unprompted romantic dinner and all. Part of him was glad he didn’t, though. He always did love surprises.

Clearing his throat, Patton continued. “When I got home, on the night we met, I called my brother. He wanted to bite my head off for going on a date with a stranger, so I told him to quit fussing, and that you were… different, special. He asked how I was so sure and I told him I could feel it. Next thing I did was text you.” Getting down on one knee, Patton took out a small velvet box out of his pocket. “I’m so, so glad I did. Roman, you’re wonderful, and I love you so much it feels too big for my chest sometimes. But I still can’t get enough of it, not now and not- forever, so… will you marry m-”

Roman barely got to see the engagement ring before he threw himself at Patton and nearly knocked him over, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and smiling wider than he ever did before. “Yes! Of course, darling, oh my goodness…” he trailed off, feeling the happy tears build up.

Patton beamed as he guided them off the floor, pressing their foreheads together as he took Roman’s hand to slide the ring on. And what a lovely thing it was. Roman stretched out his hand to look at it. A golden vine-shaped band with a beautiful round ruby in the center. Patton knew him all too well, and didn’t that make Roman feel like he was flying.

“I love you so much,” he choked out, cheeks aching from grinning and fully crying by this point

Patton cupped his face and pulled him into a sweet kiss. He stroked his thumb across Roman’s cheekbone and, pulling away, he smiled softly.

“I love you too.”

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A/N: a few things i want to mention: - janus absolutely did help plan this lol xe's patton's friend from book club and a bit of a job hopper, so when xe got the position in the restaurant xe immediately pulled a few strings to help pat out :) - this takes place 6-7 years after milkshakes and checkered diners, and what patton said in his speech really did happen after that night - virgil might be a little bit protective - the song playing in the gazebo was 'Amore mio aiutami' by Piero Piccioni and this was the ring patton got for roman:

etsy link - https: //tinyurl.com/etsyrubyring

#sanders sides #roman sanders #patton sanders #royality #royalityweek2023

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showfallmediamaintenance · 10 months

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[The video starts with a half blocked view of the interior of a car, the door opens and the two step out into the crisp night air. The car door shuts and Edgar thanks the driver as he speeds off. Leaving the duo alone in front of the looming abandoned office building.]

Mari: It's weird I've never actually been to an abandoned office building.

Edgar: Honestly, it seems like you would have at this point.

Mari: Listen, just because I set off 377 fireworks outside of a mall doesn't mean I randomly walk into abandoned places.

Edgar: Hm, yeah. It just seems like you would, though. Considering your horror series. Maybe I’m just thinking about it wrong. I don’t know.

[The ground sways as Edgar bounces from one leg to another, idly keeping himself busy.]

Mari: The only abandoned places I've ever walked into for a horror series, is an abandoned hospital and that school.

Edgar: Christ, you’ve been to an abandoned hospital? How much do you travel?

Mari: I'll be honest… I haven't been home in 3 months, so a lot ig.

Edgar: Huh. Um, I think we strayed a little off topic. Where do you think Mai would be in this building?

Mari: Whatever room has the most technology, mai always talked about those damn wires so that's the best bet.

Edgar: Yeah, probably, you ready?

Mari: Honesty? no, but I've come this far. It seems kinda dumb to back out now.

Edgar: Alright, let’s go.

[The camera angle changes from a half-blocked view of the floor to a full view of the front of the building, Edgar having put his phone in his front shirt pocket. The building looks unstable, and casts a large shadow over the two, blocking out the moon. They begin to move towards the entrance.]

Mari: This place is fucking creepy.

Edgar: Yeah, and very unsafe. We should try to be as quick as possible.

Mari: I mean yeah good point but how are we supposed to be quick in a fight?

Edgar: Hit first, hit fast. That’s what my dad taught me.

Mari: Nice…Um, anyway how are we supposed to find the room with the tech?

Edgar: Since it’s an office building, I’d assume there would be tech on every floor. Which actually makes this harder, damnit.

Mari: Wait… does Mai sing like a song or do something to taunt you? if so that could make this easier.

Edgar: Maybe? I– wait, hold on, did you see that?

[Edgars arm gestures to the building vaguely.]

Mari: See what? bro is your vision going out? no offence.

Edgar: Hey! Full offence taken! No, I’m talking about the figure that just ran by the fourth floor window.

Mari: Bro I didn't see shit I'll be honest.

Edgar: Maybe your vision is going…

Mari: Not scientifically possible.

Edgar: Mhm, yeah, alright. We should go to the fourth floor.

Mari: Alright, sure.

[The two enter the building, and begin carefully making their way to the fourth floor, taking the stairs very cautiously, so as to not get injured.]

Mari: Ok what now?

Edgar: Well, we find Mai. And we win. I… have to be honest, I had no plan, I know I said I did, but…

Mari: 1. alright how do we do that? 2. I'm gonna kick your fucking ass if we survive this.

Edgar: Well, strike first, strike fast. Also, not if I run away.

[Edgar chuckles, he turns to Mari, who does not look very amused.]

Mari: That doesn't answer the first thing.

[A faint noise can be heard out of view. Edgar gasps.]

Edgar: Shh… do you hear that?

Mari: Um… Oh shit yeah…… who tf is humming that?

Edgar: It’s her, she’s up here.

Mai: Dear Rose Was Sad She Knew She'd Been Had…

[Edgar tenses up, barely moving. The camera stays eerily still.]

Mari: AYO! That's not very nice.

Edgar: Oh, you motherfucker… Get the hell out here.

Mai: Ugh…. Fine.. Huh, I Guess Rose Was Foreshadowing Something With That Song, You Really Did Understand Mechanical Hands.

Edgar: I swear to god… Mari, could you hold on to my phone? I have a score to settle.

[The angle switches again as Edgar passes the phone to Mari. After his hands are free again, he rolls up the sleeves of his bloodied dress shirt and grips the crowbar in both of his hands, preparing for a fight.]

Mari: Shit alright!

Mai: Why Do You Have A Score To Settle With Me? I'm The Reason Your Idiot Daughter Isn't Dead On The Mall Floor.

Edgar: There were so many other options. I’m not going to listen to anything you say.

Mai: Oh Yeah Because You Did Such A Great Job At Keeping Rose Safe Didn't You? Leaving Her For Dead?

[Edgar visibly tenses up, tightening his grip on his crowbar.]

Edgar: Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about!

[Without another word, Edgar lunges at Mai, who had been expecting this. She swiftly sidesteps the attack, leaving Edgar stumbling forward into nobody.]

Mai: What? Do You Think I'm Just Gonna Stand There? Maybe If I Did You'd Actually Do Something Right. :)

[Mai kicks Edgar in the arm, knocking him over.]

Edgar: Fucking hell, quite literally kicking someone while they’re down. Not that I wouldn’t put it past you.

Mai: At Least I Didn't Leave My Daughter Who Trusted Me, Just To Go Save Two People. And After You Promised The Poor Girl.

Edgar: You’re a real A+ bitch, you know that?

[Edgar coughs into his arm, glaring daggers up at Mai.]

Mari: Um shit….. what to do, what to do…..

[Edgar stands, wobbling a little, he turns back to Mari and he begins to respond. Before he can, broken ceramic shards fly past his face, landing a few blows, he winces and whips back around to Mai.]

Mai: Aww I Missed. :(

Edgar: Well. Unlike you, I won’t.

[Edgar swings at Mai with his crowbar, Mai easily dodges, but Edgar swings back the other way, nailing her in the head, Mai falls to the floor.]

Mai: Huh… Maybe If You Did That More Often Rose Wouldn't Be A Monster.

Mari: fucking hell….

Edgar: I should really learn to ignore people while I’m fighting, but you’re really motivating me to win. Hopefully you aren’t too far gone by the time you reach the mall.

Mai: What Do You Get Out Of Killing Me? Think About It… The Only Person Who Could Maybe Fix Rose……. Killing Me Actually Wouldn't Bring That Brat Back.

[Instead of responding, Edgar grabs Mai’s shirt and shoves her into a wall, placing the crowbar horizontally across her neck. He pushes with increasing force.]

Mai: Haha I Knew You Didn't Care About Rose, So Do It… Kill Your Only Hope! Can You Bring Yourself To Do It?

Mari: Edgar, think about this…

Edgar: Fuck… I… you aren’t bluffing, are you?

Mai: Take A Guess You Fucking Idiot!

[Edgar pushes the crowbar further into her neck.]

Mari: Edgar, don't do this!

[Edgar pauses for what seems like an eternity, shaking slightly, he takes the crowbar off of Mai’s throat and stumbles backwards, he places one end of the crowbar on the ground as a support, he leans on it, just barely staying standing.]

Mai: You Really Are An Idiot. Just Like Your Daughter.

[Mai starts running away, stabbing Mari in the process. Mari yells out in pain as Mai stops near the stairwell.]

Mari: Fuck!

[The phone clatters to the floor, leaving the camera facing the ceiling in front of the stairs. Edgar shouts and sprints over to Mari.]

Edgar: Mari! Shit. Damnit. Fuck–

Mai: Perhaps We'll Meet Again Mechanic But Until Then, Enjoy The Show.

[Mai starts running down the stairs, holding her throat where the crowbar had been pressed to not moments before.]

Mari: shit….

Edgar: Mari, are you okay? Fuck, I knew that bitch was bluffing–

Mari: it wasn't a bluff edgar… At least i don't think so…. and I'm fine.

Edgar: You’ve just been stabbed, Mari. Where was it?

Mari: my shoulder….. and it's not like i haven't been stabbed before.

Edgar: No matter how many times you’re stabbed, it still hurts like hell. We need to stop the bleeding.

Mari: there's a jacket in my bag and a knife, cut up the jacket. It will work until I can get to a hospital.

Edgar: Alright, I’ll do that.

[Edgar wrenches the bag open and takes the jacket out, along with the knife, he quickly slices a chunk out and presses it to the wound.]

Mari: OW! that fucking hurt!...

Edgar: Sorry, I know… shit…

Mari: I'm sorry about mai escaping. I should have done more, i could have done more.

Edgar: No, you did your best. I should have planned this out, if I did, you wouldn’t have gotten stabbed, and Mai would probably still be in the building, I should have known.

Mari: You couldn't have planned for mai to say any of that.

Edgar: I… I could have, she’s been taunting me for at least a week, now. She tends to say things to get people riled up.

Mari: I don't think that was a taunt, I'll be honest.

Edgar: Hm. Well, we need to get you to a hospital. Do you think I should call another Uber?

Mari: Yeah…. I'll pay. I have some back-up money to my back-up money.

Edgar: Absolutely not, I have money. And I can earn it back. I’ll pay.

Mari: Fine then you do you, but after if they let me go home tonight when do i go? i don't trust my fucking house.

Edgar: Well, I have an apartment, but I’m not sure I can go there, my girlfriend might be there, and she’d send me directly back to the hospital to play angry birds again.

Mari: So I get in through the window? pretty fucking easy not gonna lie…. also what? angry birds?

Edgar: I fucking hate angry birds, the red one is so annoying. Um, sorry. I’m pretty sure you can just go into the apartment through the door, just don’t mention me. Kath wouldn’t turn you away.

Mari: That works I guess, what about you?

Edgar: … don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.

Mari: I'm sneaking you in through the window, wouldn't be the first time I've done something like that for a friend won't be the last.

Edgar: You don’t need to do that, too risky for me, I’ll be okay.

[Mari takes their jacket off, they have on a t-shirt of a white rabbit mascot holding a knife. they also grab a mask and some sunglasses and hand them to edgar]

Mari: You’re not turning me down edgar.

Edgar: Hey, hospital first. We can talk about this after.

Mari: Ugh, fine, call the damn uber.

Edgar: Already on it.

[Edgar picks up the phone, and stares into the camera, his eyes widen as he sees the light flashing dimly on the top.]

Edgar: How long has this been…

[Edgar fumbles with the phone for a few seconds, and the video shuts off. Ending the video transcript.]

#showfall ask blog #showfall media #showfall #encoreverse blog #(ooc: WHEW. this was a long one! hope you all enjoy!)

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