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the-haunted-blog · 7 months

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Haunted Part one

Chapter 1: Welcome to Hell

The world was black. The darkness was an all-consuming fog he couldn’t find his way out of. “I’m sorry, my boy.” A gravely, weathered voice whispered to him. The words rang in Arthur’s head. The spark of recognition burst in his mind and died like a flickering flame as the sound of someone he once knew faded into silence. The world changed like the temperamental waves of the sea, Arthur was little more than a fish, helpless against the current. There was no body to break, but all the same, Arthur was broken. Crushed by what felt like the hand of Divinity. Judgement weighed upon his soul. Bitter cold enveloped him, an embrace icier than death. An infinitesimal moment existed, the fragile instance of life perishing, and death reborn. The smothering hand of judgement lifted from his soul. The world fell and he was dragged down with it. Arthur’s eyes shot open. Light was all he saw, blinding ethereal white. He stared into the light, refusing to shut his eyes and surrender to the darkness. Arthur laid still, slowly regaining his sense of being.

After his mind had adjusted to the shock of consciousness, Arthur was confused to find himself lying on the floor. Gingerly, he raised his head, smooth leather slid over his eyes. Arthur adjusted his hat, fitting it back in its place. He was more than a little surprised that he hadn’t lost it while unconscious. Jagged cracks ran along the surface of the wooden wall beside him. On the other end, the wall closest to his feet, Arthur caught sight of a metal panel, it looked slightly bigger than a hand. Rows of identical circles only larger than a thumb covered the panel. The circles were numbered from one to nine in a strange order. It served no purpose, or at least no purpose Arthur cared to waste time deducing. There was nothing in the room beside the panel and the scratching on the walls. Arthur used his free hand to further inspect the damage. The wood had been gouged. Closer to the ground were vertical rivets in the wood that appeared to be carved by some kind of animal. Reality hit him like a wave of cold water. Arthur brushed along the marks with his fingers; they were too shallow, too blunt to have been from the claws of an animal. Arthur supressed a sigh. His mind brang forth unwanted images of the few times he had seen the familiar sign of desperation throughout his life. A glint came through the shredded panelling, a reflective metal of some sort had been hidden underneath the wood. It was a strange place Arthur found himself in, the lack of familiarity only added to the unease coiling in his stomach. Simple rationale was enough to subdue the weariness that the situation brang. No matter if the situation was one that would get him killed, there was no reason to be a coward jumping at shadows. Arthur knew he could postpone another ticket to meet his maker, he had done it plenty of times so once more was no challenge.

Experimentally, Arthur raised himself upright. The process of sitting up was awkward, his joints were stiffer than a rusted screw. His body was sluggish and unbalanced as if his clothes were made of steel. It seemed that in the time he had been unconscious all the muscle strength he had possessed a day ago had vanished. Arthur had to wonder if it had honestly been only a day. There was no way to know how long he had been unconscious. He may have been thought dead and left forgotten in an empty room to waste away. The small and silent world Arthur inhabited was shattered by the jarring sound of a cough. Every nerve in his body froze over as if ice ran in his veins, not blood. Arthur resisted the impulse to hold his breath. The unknown person continued to clear their throat in a drawn-out manner. Whoever was behind him wanted his attention. Arthur had no choice but to give it.

To avoid the assumption of an attack, Arthur turned with slow cautious movements towards the person behind him. An empty space was all he found. Arthur scanned every millimetre of the room like a hawk. In his searching for signs of life other than his own, Arthur came to find that there was no door. He was trapped like a rat in a cage. Fear teased his senses, taunting him. Arthur steadied his breathing. He had nothing to fear, except fear itself. There was no one around him and no way for anyone to get him. A single thought fractured Arthur’s calm. Starvation would kill him before he ever had to worry about dying at another's man’s hand. Arthur groaned. He retreated to the floor, resting his arms on his knees. He adjusted his hat, trying to think through his dilemma. Between the seconds it took for him to blink, a man wearing a black suit appeared. The man was inhumanly tall, towering over Arthur as if he wore stilts. He leaned forward, bending at the waist unnaturally until they were eye level. The stranger gave him a wide smile. “Hello there, I had been wondering when you would arrive.” The tall man said in a voice deeper than the sea. Arthur swore he could feel the man’s voice in his very soul. The stranger spoke with a tone of familiarity, one that was entirely out of place. Arthur studied the bizarre man; gold was intertwined into the trimmings of his suit. Odd scarlet symbols were sewn into the stitching of his cuffs and collar, similar symbols were stitched in silver into the crimson dress shirt under the suit. None of it made sense.

A cold shiver ran through Arthur as he looked into the man’s eyes. Two twin pools of scarlet filled his irises, it was like staring into a puddle of fresh blood. Resting on the pools of blood, were needle thin slits of black, the pupils of a snake. The sight brought back long forgotten memories of childhood, images of saints and evil, stories of salvation and temptation. Arthur thought of only one thing, a demon. Deep within his being, a primordial fear rose. Icy tendrils wrapped around his muscles, strangling them. The deafening, incessant drumming of his heart overwhelmed his thoughts. There was no man standing over him. There was only a monster. Scrambling backwards like a mad man; rationale utterly gone from his mind, Arthur slammed into the wall. A dull ache spread through his head. The wooden paneling fell away in splintered chunks, displaying the steel hidden behind. The metal had buckled from the force of the impact and had a developed a noticeable dent. Reality swam in and out of focus. The sound of his heart pounding was like a gun going off in his ears. His thoughts thrashed around like he had stuck his head in a tornado. “Wha...what?!” Arthur muttered. Clutching his head with his hand, he pressed himself against the wall like a wild animal backed into a corner. Mud-brown eyes searched around the room frantically. The hazy blur of a person stood out in the swirling room. “...Who’s?” Delirious, Arthur’s mind recalled the voice he had heard in the darkness. “Micah...?” Arthur mumbled to himself, lost in a fog of confusion.

#Haunted #writeblr #creative writing #writers of tumblr #writing community #writing #writers #let me know what you think!#I would love feedback #This isn't standard chapter size but I prefer this #It allows me to upload Haunted in small but frequent portions for easy reading #Next chapter will be on the 10th next month

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melatonindepicts · 8 months

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GUYS..

I finally did it...

I BROUGHT BACK NEPTUNE!

She's back, and I decided to make this quick art piece to celebrate her forthcoming!

So, Neptune was a scrapped concept from 2019 that I thought of, but I finally decided to come forward about my first OC! I'm not an OC kind of person, and I'll admit I'm nervous, but wew here we go!

Neptune Quasar

A Genderswap Underswap Sans that was misplaced into an Outertale timeline.

Context under cut

Neptune was Originally any Genderswap Underswap sans you'd stumble across; loved tacos, had a younger lazy brother named Papyrus, dreamed to be in the royal guard and capture a human, etc. But in the making of this timeline, it happened right during a God fight between Error and Nightmare, whom had formed an alliance for combined forces, against Dream and Ink. This fight was purely gods, due to the overwhelming power that was used in this fight.

Unbeknownst to Ink and the others, Two timelines were being created at the same time; a normal Outertale and normal genderswap Underswap timeline. The pure clash of the gods causing the two timelines to collide for but a millisecond, although the effects were drastic for altering the universes' courses.

These two timelines were going to be set a week before Frisk fell into the underground, therefore Comet(Outertale sans) already had a full knowledge of his life prior to the creation of the timeline. Preset memories.

The collision caused the Underswap sans to be thrown into the universe, but not without permanent code damage. She proceeded to lose all knowledge of her past life, her brother, her name and origins.

...The shock that came when Comet found a passed out, naked skeleton at his sentry station was astronomical

(PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD MAKE A FANFIC ABOUT THIS!!!)

#my ocs #my art #backstory #fanart #GRR THIS IS MY FIRST TIME MAKING OC'S #I would LOVE feedback #I'M NEWW TO THISSS #GRR

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purpleiscool222 · 10 months

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Weird poem

Literature written about ants is much more common than ants written about literature

But not nearly as interesting

Ants, a insect that works in a group

Much like people but less troublesome

No fighting or arguing just calm compliance

So much more fragile

Tiny lives scuttling around trying to keep their little hearts beating a little while longer

Why I wonder

Their lives are insignificant, even more so than humans

Not to them, I would guess

To them, it is everything

Ants cannot be alone

A fact well known

They need a group to support them

A leader to tell them what to do

They’d prefer a stupid leader to no leader at all

They do exactly what they are told

I wonder if that makes them weak

Or strong

Perhaps it feels nice to let someone else control your life

Not for me but I am not a ant

I would not be a good ant

This is probably why I am human

I wonder if ants feel emotion

Excitement at finding food

Sadness at watching their colony die

Fear of imminent death

They must fear it

As all animals do

Crushed beneath shoes, drowned in rain, or eaten

They go bravely into death anyway

Listening to orders without resistance

It is all they have ever known

Is it more brave to die as you lived

Secure in who you are and your purpose

Or to break out from the cycle

To forge your own path and value your life above the colony’s

So I’ll sit here

Waxing poetry about ants

In my house

As the world and its inhabitants live and die, crash and burn around me

I shall talk about the little insects that scuttle

And work

#poems #ants #poetry #I would love feedback

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abbeyofcyn · 5 months

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Still practicing dynamic poses and foreshortening

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #my art #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rottmnt casey jr #rottmnt splinter #practice sketches #yes you can give me feedback #i would love to get better

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 6 days

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I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wen ning #wei wuxian #wen qing #jiang cheng #Truly Massive disclaimer here: I am a Jiang Cheng enjoyer. I like his character. I enjoy that he is very flawed and volatile.#This episode of the audio drama has a lot of great breakdown scenes featuring JC - and they all deserve a feature.#But underlying this comic is a small meta comment of 'ah man I have too many comics of JC just wailing sadly'#My goal is to draw 6-8 comics per episode - I sometimes have to truncate and cut good scenes out.#Especially when a large majority is just different flavours of trauma and toxic relationships to your self-worth.#I would also like to make a note here that just because you lose the ability to do something that is very tied to your core identity-#-does not mean your life is over. It will feel like the end of the world. It will send you into a spiral of grief. It will hurt so badly.#Sometimes we do not realize how tied up our identities can be in certain things until we are cut loose.#You don't lose yourself. I promise the pain will fade in time. I promise you will find other things to tether you. I promise you will be ok #Life moves forwards. Time moves forwards. You move forwards.#Ego death just means an opportunity for ego rebirth. You are never committed to being the same person forever.#To wrap this around to JC: Yeah I love the twist with the core transfer but man I would have loved to see JC accept the loss.#Obviously it happens for a reason (story) but I can have my AUs. I can have these 'what-ifs'.#described in alt text #I'm trying it out! *please* give me feedback - I want to eventually Add image ID to all of these comics one day

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redmyeyes · 4 months

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Fellow Travelers Timeline

(as comprehensive as i can make it. corrections/additions welcome)

1919-20 (?) - Hawk is born

based on tennis trophy which shows year 1936, and hawk's statement that he and kenny were on the tennis team in 11th grade (16/17 years old).

also date on the paperweight (1937) that hawk says kenny picked out on their senior trip. spring or fall though? if spring (usual for a senior trip, just before graduation), it would mean hawk graduated HS in 1937, b. 1919. (thanks, @lestatscunt!)

June 6, 1930 - Tim is born, on Staten Island, NY

birthdate/place shown on army application in ep 5

Gemini, with moon in Libra

>>> With a Gemini Sun Libra Moon, emotional equilibrium is hard for you to maintain in a world of constant flux and tension. Since you are not responsible for the woes and upsets of those around you, you should not feel so duty-bound to assuage their wounds or mediate every conflict that happens to come your way.

>>> your natural diplomacy, extraordinary perception and insight can all be applied creatively in such fields as politics, social work, and the mass media.

>>> your extreme open-mindedness would probably enable you to almost any life-style. You have a universal quality about you that transcends culture, religion, ideology, or any other barrier that divides mankind.

Fall 1937 - Spring 1941 - Hawk attends "Penn", presumably the University of Pennsylvania. (assuming hawk b. 1919)

(this is very very long, the rest is under the cut)

December 7, 1941 - bombing of Pearl Harbor, US enters WWII

??? - Hawk joins the army (along with Kenny), and is sent to Europe.

January 9 – August 15, 1945 - Battle of Luzon, where Kenny dies.

September 2, 1945 - Japan surrenders, US exits WWII

February, 1949 - Hawk starts working at the State Department

Hawk says in 1x04 (Dec 1953) that he's been working at the State Dept for "four years and ten months".

"I came out of the war with four assets: degree from Penn, a hero's war record, no particular political ideology, and a passing acquaintance with three languages. Throw in a talent for prevaricating and a taste for travel and fine clothes, you have the makings of a competent, mid-level Foreign Service bureaucrat."

Fall 1948 - Spring 1952 - Tim attends Fordham University, graduating with a degree in political science and history.

1951 - Hawk starts work for the Bureau of Congressional Relations

Tim mentions Hawk's been working there for two years during their meeting on the bench.

1952 - Tim works "the New York campaign" (presumably for Eisenhower).

1952/3? - Tim interns for three months at the Star, in the mailroom.

November 4, 1952 - Election Night, Eisenhower (R) wins the presidency. Tim/Hawk first meet and are instantly smitten. (ep 1)

February 16, 1953 to March 10, 1954 - McCarthy Hearings, part 1.

The first consisted of a series of hearings conducted by McCarthy, as the subcommittee’s chairman, throughout 1953 and early 1954 in which McCarthy alleged Communist influence within the press and the federal government, including the State Department, the U.S. Army, and the Government Printing Office.

March 5, 1953 - Stalin dies.

Late March, 1953 - Hawk/Tim second meeting

After Hawk meets Tim at the park bench, he attends a hearing where Marcus says Cohn has brought David Schine on, and then later at their lunch Senator Smith says, "McCarthy is sending Cohn and his sidekick to Europe..." This article, dated April 19, says that Cohn and Schine have been in Europe for two weeks.

Hawk mentions that it's near the end of the month, police need to make their quotas.

April 27, 1953 - Executive Order 10450 signed. Hawk goes to Tim's apartment and tells him about Kenny. (ep 1)

June 6, 1953 - Tim's 23rd birthday (Hawk 'misses' it because they weren't talking for 4 weeks. belated celebration in ep 3.)

June 15, 1953 (?) - date of the newspaper Tim is reading just before he goes to visit Hawk in ep 2, where Hawk makes him write the letter to Mary. I'm choosing to believe this is a mistake on the show's part, because this would mean that Hawk has already missed Tim's birthday.

June 19, 1953 - Julius and Ethel Rosenberg's execution. Hawk comforts Lucy about this at the end of ep 2. So, likely Hawk and Tim had their big fight very shortly before Tim's birthday, and weren't talking from end of May - end of June.

End of June, 1953 - at the end of ep 2, Tim says it's been 4 months since his last confession, making his last (proper) confession the end of Feb or beginning of March. (ie, before he meets Hawk again).

End of June or beginning of July, 1953 - weekend trip to Rehoboth Beach (ep 3)

November 1953 - G. David Schine drafted into the army (ep 3)

Christmas 1953 (ep 4)

March 16 to June 17, 1954 - Army-McCarthy Hearings (part 2) (ep 5)

The second phase involved the subcommittee's investigation of McCarthy’s attacks on the U.S. Army. Known as the “Army-McCarthy hearings,” they were broadcast on national television and they contributed to McCarthy’s declining national popularity. Five months later, on December 2, 1954, the Senate censured McCarthy.

June 6, 1954 - Tim's 24th birthday

June, 1954? - Tim/Hawk break up, Hawk proposes to Lucy (ep 5)

I believe this happens at the tail-end of the Army-McCarthy hearings, so before June 17th.

Fall, 1954 - Sen. Smith's funeral

based solely on fall foliage in this screenshot:

Late Nov / Early Dec, 1954 - Tim enlists in the army

based on army application: birthdate 6/6/30, age: 24 years, 6 months

Late Nov / Early Dec, 1954 - Hawk/Tim last meeting in the tower

based on the radio program Tim is listening to, which says, "Chief Counsel Roy Cohn has resigned from the committee. And Senator McCarthy, his approval ratings plummeting, faces censure or even expulsion from the Senate."

Tim leaves for Fort Dix, for training, but is later stationed at Fort Polk, in Vernon Parish, LA. (thanks, @jesterlesbian!)

December 2, 1954 - the Senate censures McCarthy.

Summer or Fall 1956? - Tim's letter (that lucy burns) (ep 6)

Flashbacks, for context:

"Since he's giving up his apartment, Hawk insists on having a lair in the woods." // "I'm surprised that he finally agreed."

Lucy lets contractor go. // "Give me a baby."

Hawk is reading the Bristol Daily Courier, a paper located in Bristol, PA, a town in Bucks County, outside Philadelphia. I can't find any info on the one headline I can read though ("Heath Carlson breaks arws deadlock, locals proud"), so can't date this properly.

Lucy cleaning out Hawk's apartment, finds paperweight, sees Tim drop off letter.

"I went into the Army to get away from you. I thought time and distance would help. But it hasn't." If Tim sends the letter in summer 1956, it's been a year and a half since he enlisted.

Biggest question here: did lucy ask for a baby before or after she read Tim's letter??? the flashbacks don't answer this definitively.

October, 1956? - Lucy becomes pregnant with Jackson (see note under April 1957)

October 23 – November 4, 1956 - Hungarian Revolution of 1956

October 23, 1956 - April 30, 1957 - Hungarian Refugee Crisis

November 8, 1956 - Operation Safe Haven commences

President Eisenhower declared that 5,000 Hungarians would be awarded visa numbers remaining under the 1953 Refugee Relief Act

Spring 1957? - Tim sends telegram. It looks like 05-??-???? to me, which doesn't really make sense if McCarthy died on May 2nd, but it's hard to make out. or maybe telegrams used the date format dd-mm-yyyy.

April 1957? - Tim/Hawk first meeting, Lucy at least 5 (or 6? or 7?) months pregnant

You should feel your baby's first movements, called "quickening," between weeks 16 and 25 of your pregnancy. If this is your first pregnancy, you may not feel your baby move until closer to 25 weeks.

25 weeks ~= 6 months, and it still seems novel to her, so let's say she's approx. 6 months pregnant here.

May 2, 1957 - Joe McCarthy dies.

May 6, 1957 - McCarthy's funeral. Tim's first visit to Hawk's apartment (ep 8)

June 6, 1957 - Tim turns 27.

June or July, 1957 - Jackson born (based on dates above)

1958? - Kimberly is born. (estimated bc she looks the same age or older than Jackson, so assuming she's a year younger at most.)

August, 1965 - President Johnson signs a law making it a federal crime to destroy or mutilate [draft] cards.

October 15, 1965 -David Miller publicly burns his draft card, becoming the first person to be prosecuted under that law and a symbol of the growing movement against the war.

May 17, 1968 - the Catonsville Nine took 378 draft files from the draft board office in Catonsville, Maryland and burned them in the parking lot. (inspo for Tim & co. thanks @brokendrums!)

November 1968 - ep 6. Hawk is 48, Tim is 38, Jackson is 11.

based on this newspaper screenshot when Hawk is talking to Marcus on the phone about Tim

November 1968 - May 1970 (earliest) - Tim in prison. (he says in ep 7 he was in prison for a year and a half. this assumes he went to prison right away, but it could have been several months later if he was awaiting trial/sentencing.)

1970? - After prison, Tim moves to San Francisco and gets his counseling degree.

Mid-late 1970s - Tim earns his C-SWCM qualifications, requiring:

A Bachelor’s degree in social work from a graduate program accredited by the Council on Social Work Education

Documentation of at least three (3) years and 4,500 hours of paid, supervised, post-BSW professional experience in an organization or agency that provides case management services

Current state BSW-level license or an ASWB BSW-level exam passing score.

nb. because Tim already had his bachelors (from Fordham, majoring in history), I could see him entering a much-accelerated BSW program, transfering a lot of credits from his previous degree. That would give him maybe 2 more years of university, plus the required 3 years of post-BSW work = 5 years minimum before he earns that business card.

February 4, 1977 - Fleetwood Mac's album Rumours is released, including the 1970s Tim/Hawk anthem, Go Your Own Way

October, 1978 - Jackson dies

November 27, 1978 - Harvey Milk assassinated

May 22, 1979 - Harvey's 49th birthday (celebrated in ep 7)

1986 - ep 8

how long was Hawk in San Francisco? Timelines for the events below may be fudged in the show, bc I doubt he was there for 5 months.

March, 1986 - Roy Cohn's 60 Minutes interview, which the gang watches in ep 4.

April 15, 1986 - US bombs Libya. in the first episode you can hear reference to this on the radio, before Hawk leaves for San Francisco. (thanks @aliceinhorrorland93!)

July 27, 1986 - In California, Gov. George Deukmejian vetoes a bill that would have defined AIDS as a physical handicap calling for entitlement to protection under the state's civil rights laws.

August 2, 1986 - Roy Cohn dies (ep 8)

Late 1986? - the fundraising gala that Tim crashes, shortly after Cohn's death.

September 1986 - The State Legislature has passed another bill [in addition to the one vetoed on July 27]. Mr. Deukmejian, a Republican running for re-election, has indicated that he will probably veto the bill. (nb, this is likely the bill that Tim & co want to pressure the governor to sign).

October 11, 1987 - AIDS memorial quilt first displayed (ep 8)

this was a collaborative effort! many thanks to @ishipallthings for many of these details, as well as @startagainbuttercup , @alorchik, @itsalinh and others in the FT discord!

#fellow travelers #timeline #reference #i made this as comprehensive as i could but i would LOVE feedback/corrections #esp re: anything in 1956-1957 era #jackson's birth? and the date of that letter???

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silkirose · 1 year

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I made some spotify playlists with very specific vibes to imagine scenarios to!!

You're lost in the middle of the woods trying to get out but at least your radio has signal...

You're in a spaceship... it's suddenly hit by meteors and now you're counting down the minutes

Your alien best friend has come to visit and you're starting to realize you have feelings for them

Logging into your old account when you remember online friends you lost connection with

You're in a post-apocalyptic world with only a small robot as your companion

You're all alone at your birthday party

On a road trip with a frog but he gets cranky from hunger halfway through

You're solving a mystery... and your handsome assistant is looking pretty suspicious

You're dreaming about being a mermaid

You're ready to fight god

they all kinda have a story so if you're interested in that it's best played from beginning to end

#playlist #fantasy #music #spotify #inspiration #sci fi #imagine #hope you like them #i spent so much time on this #I'm now emotionally attached to B3LL3I3 my little robot companion #I'm open to and would love feedback

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acekindaneat · 10 months

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Serirei Week !!

Day 3: firsts/love languages

Reigen finds himself speechless (rare occasion)

continuation below but it's written form !! ↓↓

Serizawa gave him a slight nod, his face unreadable but tense. He gently directed Reigen towards the couches and sat him down. Wordlessly sitting beside him, he opened the first aid kit and rummaged through it.

Reigen watches in cautious silence, eyeing his coworker's rigid movements. The cloth he used to temporarily cover the large scratch left by the spirit was starting to itch. He slowly untied the knot with his uninjured hand and peeled off the blood-soaked makeshift bandage. It was drying off, but it still looked terrible. Four large gashes across his forearm, it almost looks like a scratch from a big cat.

Serizawa shifting closer brought Reigen's attention back to him. Their eyes met for a second before Serizawa looked down at his arm with a wince. Guilt evident on his face as he wet a towel with water and started to wipe off the blood with the lightest touch he could manage. Reigen swallowed the lump in his throat, the tense silence was getting to him so he spoke up.

"This could be part of your training, you know." He lightly joked, shrugging with his unoccupied shoulder. "It's important to know first aid, especially in our line of work." Serizawa's eyebrows furrowed as a frown formed on his face, but didn't take his eyes off his work, nor did he say anything back. As soon as the blood that smeared was gone, he grabbed the disinfectant and a cotton ball.

It was gonna sting, Reigen already knew that, but he still felt his heart flutter when Serizawa glanced up at him with a sorry look and muttered, "This might sting..."

Reigen didn't miss the way Serizawa was holding his hand with his free hand. He didn't miss the way his thumb was soothing the back of his palm with light strokes. He didn't miss the way he could feel the warmth radiating off of Serizawa's body just from how close they were sitting. Reigen felt himself gulp, not sure if it was in preparation for the pain, or to force himself back to retain his composure.

He let out a small hiss and a wince, before letting it dissipate quickly upon seeing Serizawa's face look more like a kicked puppy. He knows the man felt guilty for not arriving quick enough to prevent the spirit from hurting Reigen further. It wasn't his fault though. He can't blame Serizawa, not when he looked this sorry.

Gentle, flitting hands finally wrapped the wound in a bandage and secured it carefully. When it was done, Serizawa didn't move away, but instead let his hand rest on the wrapped arm, slowly rubbing his thumb against it like it would help heal the wound faster. It might, Reigen could hope. He could hope that this moment lasts. He looked up at Serizawa with a soft look, hoping that his message came across. Please.

Serizawa looked up at Reigen's eyes with the same level of fondness. Despite what he feels, it still scares Reigen, to see someone look at him like that. He's scared of seeing it often that he'll get attached to it, attached to the fondness, attached to feeling loved.

He almost felt himself jump when Serizawa gently held his hand up and pressed Reigen's palm against his lips with closed eyes. It's like his heart stopped, his breath hitching as he inhaled sharply.

This seemed to wake Serizawa from whatever trance he was in and pulled away, his face flushed red. His gaze landed everywhere except Reigen's as he cleared his throat and gathered up the used cotton balls and the bloodied washcloth. "I'll, uhm, throw these away. I'll grab some ice for your neck.. and make you some green tea in a bit..." He paused, sparing Reigen a glance and assessing his state.

"I'm glad you're okay, Reigen.." Serizawa spoke again, then escaped to the restroom to clean his hands off. Reigen sat there staring at his palm, dumbfounded and speechless.

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