I Kinda Sorry Or Not Whatever

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Crows Flying in a Snowstorm by Itō Sōzan (1920′s)

my dark vision

Sally and Larry, talking smack

I forgot about this one from the last post 😔

(little drabble)

Yoriichi watches the man -- large, ethereal-looking man -- tilts his head as his ruby eyes dart up and down in interest. The boy blinks, unsure what to make of this. It's one thing to be suddenly greeted with such a sight of a being, moreover that he sees the massive differences in the inside of the man.

Whereas the staff of his household manages a steady rhythmically heart beat, this larger being has his heart moves in a way Yoriichi has never seen before. Out of the world-like.

" Yosh! " The man starts, his voice surprisingly airy and light, but still full of life. " Nice to meet you! I am Nika! "

The boy stares for a bit. " I am...Yoriichi. "

" Yoriichi. " Nika leans in, his grin resembling the beams of sunlight. " Well, it's not everyday I get to meet the embodiment of nature. "

He speaks strange words, not that Yoriichi mind much. The man, or whatever he is, shifts on his spot, movements bouncy and uneven. Nika tilts his head up, narrowing his eyes for a moment as he surveys the sky above.

" What a nice weather! Wanna go play together? " He looks back at Yoriichi, holding out his hand.

Yoriichi glances at the position of the shadows cast over the ground from the familiar tree near the small room he lives in. Mitchikatsu should be training by now, his father is currently out for a meeting, and his mother is in her room sewing. The staff cares less about him.

Oh well. The less he's being seen near the main court, the better.

He takes Nika's hand, or finger. The size difference is rather comedical.

" Okay. "

Stay still you two!

Camping trip went well :]

Been thinking about c!Tommy a lot and his ending on the server. (The epilogue version the nuke doesn’t exist to me)

He kills dream. He uses all that built up anger and takes tubbo with him into the prison, there’s a fuck ton of contraptions because Dream has conned over Sam and got him hauled up somewhere in the prison. There’s traps and They both get hurt but in the end it’s pure rage that has Tommy killing dream. No bullshit forgiveness- he is the one true character who deserves this, to have dream at his mercy.

Tommy killed dream, ran after him, fought him, scratched him, sliced him and at one point beats him bloody. Dreams face is carved in, he’s gasping, bleeding and then he’s dead. Tommy doesn’t take it well because- well he’s become something he fought so hard against but he deserves this right? He throws up anyways, chokes on his words and gags over the gritty mess because it is finally over and dream is dead. Or, they think he is.

Tubbo does anyways and just to take out his own right in this situation, he stomps down on dreams skull- both realising he was in fact still alive as he went to do so. So now thier both guilty, both sickened but relieved at this revelation. Dream is dead because of them. It’s only fair.

Sam, the very warden of the server finds them. Tommy doesn’t cry, doesn’t mutter a wink of guilt and offers a breathy joke of “Took you a while.” The blood still decorates him, floods from his chittering lips and tubbos boots are carved with human skin upon the bottom of his heel.

Screaming, arguing, pleading for an inch of understanding Tubbo is restrained, marched out by trusted wardens- he doesn’t deserve this. But Tommy, Tommy takes it in the most deafening feeling of numbness. His gaze doesn’t reflect the sun once they are lead out, the sun doesn’t dare grace them this morn. It’s grey, it’s on the verge of spilling into tears but Tommy isn’t. He stands, arms roughly restrained behind his back with rope, taking in his audience. There’s familiarity in this, akin to a man he once knew but this time Tommy did something no one could. He rose from the rubble. So before the server, those stood in awe upon the parting hill beside the river, his date is sealed.

Exile.

Tubbo won’t stop, now put in the hands of a fate Tommy once embraced in sinking grief but as grass is stomped down, orders are given, Tommy stares forth. Accepting this time.

They are soon to head for a boat, sent away and to be killed on sight if ever brought back because what they did was a crime. So much more than dream could ever do right? It’s not like people hadn’t died from another’s hands but time and time again they are different. He accepts this. Marched past, some pipe up about dream, staring the two down in horror because these are the boys they once knew, the boys who fought playfully in uniform, who spit bite but held no punch nor grudge. It was inevitable wasn’t it? Why wouldn’t they think that? Some however, gasp and grasp at the wardens, at Sam with a lawful argue in the twos right. ‘They made this place’ they say, ‘You can’t just do that.’ But they can and they will.

Because there’s one thing about this fucking server that the two should’ve learnt years ago;

No one wanted them there in the first place.

Congratulate me, I got all the achievements in this game!!!

Phrase of the day #3

“Stop pulling my leg”

To make OR trick someone believe a lie as a joke