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umbralhorrors · 6 months
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everyone has uno dipshit it came free with your fucking d-pad
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doujinscans · 6 months
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The Time to Kiss by I
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Kite: This is my deathbed. This is it. My last day.
Quinton: I've seen you get in a fist fight with a dislocated shoulder and a broken wrist but the flu is what's going to do you in?
Kite, pulling the sheets over his head: Tummy hurt.
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imaginarystormz · 1 year
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🛰 🌙
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shifuto · 5 months
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300/365
kinktober 2023 day 20 - watersports (+ mind control + humiliation)
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ranbuescalation · 1 year
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Halloween in Heartland ~ 🎃
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tronnyboyo · 2 years
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Man, people actually ship this? 
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irisgoesgardening · 2 years
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Crack AU where Mizael and Kaito are housewives in the 50s and they hate but also like(?) each other a lot
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benetnvsch · 2 years
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I was hit by inspiration and sped run drawing this lmao (I wanted to do a gi/kidu drawing to this originally and still will just sadkjhadsk) 
basically their early relationship 
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Wanting to talk to someone about Starlit Cherryblossoms, but I really don't know who.....
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scattered-irises · 1 year
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Night and Day Duology
I’m closing out my birthday crime spree with semi-cursed content! Have a goofy ass Wattpad cover while my friend works on the actual cover! There’s two stories in here that are also available on AO3.
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Rating: Teen
Word Count: 3125
Characters: Christopher, Kaito, Tron, Dr. Faker
Relationships: Christopher Arclight/Kaito Tenjo ;)
Warnings: Kaito has a terminal illness, there’s some grave robbing, a bit of past gore, mentions of human dissection and a slight necrophilia vibe floating around.
Oh yeah I made my Christopher AI sing the Necrophile’s Bride (remake version)
Part 1: Mercy Found in Sleep
Night had fallen over Heartland’s cemetery, a place seldom visited by a city that prided itself on being an endless carnival. The claw mark of a moon fitfully shone through the darkened clouds. On silent steps, Christopher crept through the grass, mindful of the graves at his feet. He breathed in the cold night air, the faint smell of incense wafting about. 
 Surely, a week hadn’t been too long for the body. 
 As he neared the mausoleum, his heart quickened its pace. They had tried everything in their power to keep him alive. Truly. Every medicine. Every transfusion and transplant. Yet the disease had continued to eat away at Kaito, the result of his father’s haphazard experiment. 
  Photon transformation, the breeze seemed to whisper.
 Christopher gritted his teeth. True, they had all been turned into unwilling weapons at the hands of their fathers, but at least their father hadn’t cursed them with death in the process. 
 “Hurry,” urged Kaito’s voice. “Before they find out.”
 Kaito’s ghostly presence followed Christopher through the graves. He could feel Kaito’s breath on his cheek and imagine his cold gray eyes drinking in the desolate site. 
 No. He couldn’t allow Kaito’s story to end here. 
 He waded through the various offerings and presents surrounding the mausoleum, a constant reminder of Kaito’s position as a hero of Heartland. Countless girls had wept at his loss, leaving their handkerchiefs scattered across the grass. The gifts that had truly mattered had been stored away days ago. These remaining gifts—the flowers, handkerchiefs and handwritten notes—would most likely be left to rot. 
  “I never knew them. Why should their presents be accepted?” remarked Kaito haughtily. 
 A sliver of satisfaction filled Christopher’s chest. This was the pride he had taught Kaito. 
 He looked up at the mausoleum, with its stone walls and cold, unmoving shadow. The windows were opaque, featuring squares of blue and white. In Kaito’s final months, he and Dr. Faker had designed the mausoleum together. 
 Christopher pressed his hand against the biometric reader. The reader replied with a white light. A pause. The world held its breath. Then, the mausoleum’s doors silently opened. 
  “They’ll know it was you,” warned Kaito. 
 A lump formed in Christopher’s throat. 
 That was fine. 
 Surely, this was what Kaito would have wanted.
 He slid inside, the air significantly colder. Dim blue lights slowly filled the stone walls. He blinked, adjusting his eyes to the dark. In the silent mausoleum, he could hear nothing but the sound of his beating heart. 
 Had someone already beaten him to the chase?
 While alive, Kaito had his fair share of obsessive fans. 
  “I told you about Jin, didn’t I?” murmured Kaito. 
 Christopher recalled the memory with a shiver. 
 No, no of course not. He had fashioned the biometric reader himself. Only Kaito’s family, his father, him, Yuma, Ryoga and Mizael had access. 
 The marble lid of the casket shone underneath the dim light. Taking a deep breath, Christopher pushed the lid. For the first few moments, it refused to budge. He gritted his teeth and pushed harder, his shoes sliding against the stone floor. Cursing under his breath, he changed his position. 
  “Hurry, ” urged Kaito. “Before everything rots away.”
 Approaching from the side, he pushed the lid again. Sweat began to bead his brow. He had grown soft in the lab, too busy worrying about Kaito’s decaying health to focus on his own upkeep. Briefly pulling away, Christopher took a deep breath. Then he resumed pushing. 
  “That’s it.”
  Krsh. A bit of the marble had slid away. Hope sparked in Christopher’s chest, renewing his efforts. The marble lid inched away, bit by bit. When he could see a hint of Kaito’s arm, a wave of relief washed over him.
  “There. Just a little bit more before I can see you again.”  
 Beneath the blue light, the skin seemed almost gray. 
  “Then we can resume our experiments.”
 Christopher let out a grunt, pushing the marble slab with all of his might. With a final thud, the marble lid collapsed onto the stone floor. 
 Triumphant, Christopher peered down at the tomb. Arms crossed over his chest. A wilted bouquet of flowers in his hands. A burial shroud of white. Despite the mortician’s efforts, the bones in Kaito’s face continued to jut out. In his last days, he had been unable to eat, his stomach and esophagus entirely burned through by photon illness’ ravages. 
 “Oh, Kaito…,” he breathed. 
 For a moment, he could almost see Kaito’s lids flutter. He would open his eyes and reach his cold hands out towards Christopher. In the mausoleum, they would hold each other’s hands until he had sufficiently warmed Kaito’s. Then, they would disappear.
 The smell of the decaying flowers jolted Christopher back to reality. 
 Quickly, he tossed the bouquet away.
 He ran his finger down Kaito’s cheek, the skin no longer supple. Instead, it felt like alabaster, cold and unyielding. Leaning into the tomb, Christopher picked Kaito up. His head lolled onto Christopher’s shoulder. Over the smell of the rotting lilies and cold stone, Christopher could smell a hint of decay. In response, he wrinkled his nose. 
 “How could they allow you to rot away when you had saved all of their miserable lives?” he lamented, looking down at Kaito’s face. 
  “Once I served my purpose, they abandoned me,” replied Kaito. “That is the destiny of all things.”
 Christopher looked down at Kaito’s lips, unmoving in the dim light. 
 “The heart of ungrateful dogs knows no kindness,” muttered Christopher. 
 For a moment, he was taken back to the day of the funeral. It had been a cloudy day, the skies threatening to deliver rain. The streets were dark with people, all in various states of mourning. 
 “He will be young forever,” said Dr. Faker through his tears.
 Kaito’s body laid in its casket as his father lied through his eulogy. Christopher could only sit, clenching his fists. 
 No, they would leave him to rot. No matter how sturdy a tomb was, the rats and insects would always find their way to the body. Otherwise time would work its ravages, taking away skin and drying up blood until nothing but a skeleton remained. 
 Lied to in life and then lied to after death. The injustice of Kaito’s situation lit a flame in Christopher’s chest. 
 “Never again,” he promised, brushing his lips against Kaito’s. 
  “I’ll take you up on that promise,” whispered Kaito. 
 For a moment, he thought he had sensed warmth. 
PART 2: CRUELTY FOUND IN AWAKENING
 “Here. It’s my mother’s special tea,” offered Christopher. 
 Kaito frowned at the flowery concoction. He wrinkled his nose in a manner that Christopher had always adored.
 “I’m not thirsty,” he replied. 
 “Please. For your health,” urged Christopher. 
 Kaito’s frown deepened. He looked at Christopher with eyes rimmed by dark circles. 
 “There’s no point,” he muttered. 
 His voice wavered at the end, sending a pang up Christopher’s chest. He set the teacup down and hesitantly held up a hand. Kaito crossed his arms and sighed. Placing his hand on Kaito’s forehead, Christopher’s brows furrowed in worry. 
 “You seem to get colder by the day…,” he murmured. 
 “Everything’s shutting down. You know that,” growled Kaito. 
  As if he was a machine. An automaton.  Kaito’s words cut like glass. 
 Partially, it had been Christopher’s fault. He had pushed Kaito past his limits countless times before, repeatedly saying that he wasn’t allowed to shut down. 
 “Don’t talk about yourself like that,” chided Christopher. 
 His fingers fluttered to Kaito’s chin, angling Kaito’s head towards the light. His skin was almost translucent, the blood vessels in his skin shining a deep blue. After a few moments, Kaito pulled away. 
 “Just leave me alone,” grumbled Kaito. 
 “Kaito…”
 Kaito turned his back to Christopher, wrapping the sheets closer to his body. 
 “I wanted to ask you something…,” began Christopher. “I know it isn’t a good time, but…”
 “I’m tired. Let me rest,” interrupted Kaito. 
 In the silence of his room, Christopher could only stare at the small head that peeked out from beneath gray sheets. His heart fluttered. Yet he forced himself to leave. 
 The cold halls of the lab combined with his echoing footsteps increased his loneliness. 
 “Did he drink the tea?” asked Tron.
 “No,” replied Christopher, turning to his father. 
 “Pity.” 
 Beneath his mask, it was difficult to tell what his father was thinking. Christopher pulled out a chair and sat down. 
 “Where’s Dr. Faker?” he asked. 
 Tron shrugged. 
 “Probably outside. It gets stuffy in here.”
 “He grows colder by the day. We have to keep him comfortable.”
 “Comfortable, hmm?” mused Tron. 
 His eyes trailed down to Christopher’s pocket as if he saw past the white fabric. His single eye rested on the pocket for a few moments, his expression unchanging. 
 “Well, I suppose you haven’t lost your brotherly instincts,” said Tron after a pause. 
 “It’s…”
  More than that. 
 Tron’s expression continued to remain still. 
 “Yes?”
 “Nevermind.”
 Christopher stepped outside to the balcony. The city stretched below him. Not a single cloud was in the sky. Distantly, he could hear cars and children's laughter. Once, he and Kaito had been a part of that joy. 
 On Kaito's birthday, Christopher had arranged for Heartland's carnival to be reserved only for him. Although it was something that was out of character for the both of them, they had found the occasion enjoyable. Even if their definition of enjoyable meant strolling through the gardens and steering clear of the rollercoasters.  
 It had always been the simple things. 
 “How is he?” asked Dr. Faker, turning back towards Christopher. 
 Christopher shook his head. 
 “He refused to drink my mother’s tea.”
 Dr. Faker’s brows furrowed. He turned away from Christopher, his eyes growing distant. 
 “Well that’s not good,” he remarked. “He hasn’t had anything since yesterday.” 
 Christopher waited for Dr. Faker to continue, yet the old scientist remained silent. Over the years, Christopher had gotten used to the man’s trances. During those times, Dr. Faker seemed to stare at nothing. Yet, according to his father, his friend had always been like that. 
 “He’s thinking,” explained his father once. “He does that a lot whenever something’s bothering him. If you snap him out of it, he gets upset.” 
 Now that Christopher thinks of it, he does that too. He doesn’t know what Dr. Faker thinks about, but he thinks about the past. All the cruelties he committed. All of the moments where he could have given an apology to Kaito. Perhaps even a moment where he could have confessed his feelings. 
 “You know,” begins Dr. Faker, startling Chris. “His mother couldn’t drink or eat in her last few days either. I tried everything.”
 His eyes remained glassy, staring off into a past that Christopher could never access. 
 Who was Kaito and Haruto’s mother? There were no pictures of her in Heartland Tower. Kaito remained incredibly tight-lipped about the woman. Christopher never felt comfortable broaching the subject with Dr. Faker. Even his father was reluctant to speak about the woman. 
 All Christopher knew was that she had been the first to test Photon transformation and died because of it. 
 “When I opened her up, everything was shriveled and bleached. Burned through, as if something siphoned out all her blood and nerves,” continued Dr. Faker.
 Christopher stared at Kaito's father, a shiver crawling up his spine. Much to his surprise, Dr. Faker met his eyes. His expression was nonchalant. 
 “Oh, don’t worry. She gave me her express permission before she died. We were a lot more preoccupied with regulations and ethics back then,” he added. 
 For a moment, Christopher could see a younger Dr. Faker bent over his wife’s body. A scalpel shone in his gloved hand. 
 “D…did you love her?” asks Christopher.
 The old man splutters. He crossed his arms and huffed.
 “Of course!”
 “Then how could you bring yourself to…”
 All emotions seemed to drain from Dr. Faker’s face. His eyes seemed to fill with an unfathomable depth. His lips straightened into a solemn line. Christopher's heart fell upon seeing Dr. Faker's expression.
 “Once someone dies, their soul leaves for another plane. There’s nothing left but a collection of bones and flesh. To me, her body was just a valuable research specimen,” he said coldly. 
 What did Dr. Faker know that drove him to such madness? At times, he was a gruff and crotchety old man, similar to Kaito. Other times, he seemed to speak madness, his eyes filled with knowledge that no man should have known. 
 Christopher couldn’t imagine cutting up the fresh body of someone he had loved days ago as if it was just another piece of meat. 
 “Didn’t you mourn her?” asked Christopher.
 A part of him doesn’t want to know the answer. He could still see Dr. Faker bent over his wife’s opened body, gloves unstained by blood. What was he thinking as his wife’s face looked up at him, her shriveled innards bared for him to see? Did the absence of blood further reduce her to a thing and not a human being?
 “I like to say I did,” began Dr. Faker, a gentleness filling his eyes. 
 Christopher’s shoulders slightly lowered as the maddened light faded from Dr. Faker’s expression. 
 “But it feels like it hasn’t stopped,” he finished. 
 “Do you have any regrets?” asked Christopher after a few moments. 
 Dr. Faker let out a rueful chuckle. For a moment, Christopher could hear a hint of Kaito’s voice. He turned away from Christopher and looked out at his city. 
 “I thought I told you not to ask stupid questions in my lab,” he said gruffly.
  Yes. 
 Christopher gazed at Dr. Faker’s bent posture. If it was possible, he looked even older than before. 
 Perhaps Dr. Faker  had  cut his beloved open with tears in his eyes and a trembling hand. His duty to science had overcome his duty to love, the desire to know surpassing his vow to respect her body and her life. As he cut into his beloved’s cold skin, did he think about the warmth that used to envelop it? Did he think of her voice as he opened up her throat and saw the withered larynx beneath? What about when he found her heart, all withered and dry like a dead white rosebud? 
 And...what had their marriage been like? Were they inseparable? Were they one to have disagreements that were made up with stolen kisses and awkward conversations? Was it a marriage of silence and convenience, where only a “good morning” and a “goodnight” were necessary? 
 Or...was it a bond of 'absolute trust,' like how Yuma had described his and Kaito's relationship? 
 Christopher will never know. 
 It was as if Mrs. Tenjo had never existed. Like a ghost. Although there were brief acknowledgments that she had existed, she faded away when directly pursued. Her memory had withered away alongside her organs.
 “Thank you,” said Christopher. 
 Dr. Faker grunted. 
 Christopher made his way back into the lab and down the hall into Kaito’s room. Tron was nowhere to be found. By Kaito’s bedside, the cup of tea remained half full. A glimmer of hope filled Christopher’s chest. 
 “Are you feeling any better?” asked Christopher gently. 
 “No,” muttered Kaito, refusing to turn his gaze from the window. 
 “I wanted to ask you this…,” began Christopher as he reached into his pocket. 
 He lowered himself onto one knee and pulled out a velvet-lined box. He carefully opened it, revealing a ring with a single diamond in the middle. 
 “Would you be willing to marry me?” he asked.
 All the blood seemed to drain from Kaito’s face as he turned towards Christopher. He looked down at the ring for a moment and then back up at his former mentor.
 “No,” he replied flatly. “Why would you want to marry a dead man?”
  Dead.  As if he was already in his casket and awaiting his burial. Christopher wet his lips.
 “I…There wasn’t any time that seemed right…I realized that there never was,” he stammered.
 “Maybe it was because I was never interested in you like that,” replied Kaito in a hoarse voice. “Did you ever think of that?”
 He reached for the teacup, which Christopher gave him. A pit formed in Christopher’s stomach. 
 “Well, no…It was just…you were always so good at hiding your emotions that I…”
 “No. Only you feel like this,” said Kaito before sipping his tea. 
 He winced as he swallowed. A pang filled Christopher's chest. 
 “Then…”
 “Take that ring back wherever you found it,” muttered Kaito. “I’m not interested and I never was.” 
 “Surely there must have been  something …”
 Kaito looked at Christopher with cold eyes. 
 “We’re friends,” he said with a finality. 
 “But all the time we spent together…e-even now when I…”
 Christopher looked at the teacup and swallowed a lump in his throat. Immediately, Kaito set the teacup down.
 “You wanted me to live just so I could marry you?” asked Kaito incredulously. 
  Just.  As if marriage was a trivial matter. Christopher's grip around the jewelry box tightened. 
 “No!” protested Christopher. “I thought we could find a cure so that we could spend more time together and then…”
 “Then marry me,” finished Kaito. 
 Christopher shook his head in protest. The pit in his stomach deepened. 
  Yes. Exactly. 
 It would have been a wonderful wedding, filled with flowers and all of their friends. The union would have permanently buried all of their families’ sordid pasts, allowing them to start anew with this perfect marriage. Kaito would forgive him for his cruelties. And he…he would be able to repent. Finally. 
 “Quit reading those romance novels. Those kinds of things only happen in fiction,” said Kaito. “And take that tea with you.” 
 With shaking hands, Christopher took the teacup. He stared at Kaito’s turned back for a few moments. Then he walked away, his face burning with shame. 
 In the middle of the hallway, he paused as a vision of the imaginary Mrs. Tenjo and Dr. Faker filled his mind. On the cold operating table, she was silent. Kaito’s body soon replaced hers. 
 He found himself staring down at the unmoving body, his gloved hands hanging by his sides. Kaito’s white skin looked up at him as if it was a canvas begging to be cut open. A promise of rebirth. A story rewritten. 
 Withered organs made whole again. Porous bones healed and whitened. Fresh blood flowing through untouched flesh. A new story filled with life and its many joys. 
 One where he could take Kaito’s hand and proudly slide a ring onto it. One where he and Kaito could be together without any misunderstandings. 
 Christopher turned back towards Kaito's room. From the shadows, he looked at Kaito’s unmoving body. If he unfocused his vision, he could pretend that Kaito was dead. 
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doujinscans · 3 months
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空にとける虹とキミの声 by BLACK WIDE SHOW
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Trey: So when are you two going to get married? You've been engaged for like, 3 years now.
Kite: Shit.
Quinton: I knew we forgot something...
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imaginarystormz · 1 year
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These are silly but I’m not going to finish them so I will just share sketches here!
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