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files, files, files. | ao3! | 1040 words | overworking, lack of sleep, nikolai is a little shit /pos | wwevent day 9; schedule your maintenance

Sigma pressed his head into his hands, breathing out a heavy sigh. He was so tired, he felt like an olympian just trying to keep his eyes open. His muscles screamed at him with every movement, wining, begging him to get some rest. He sorted through practically endless files on his desk. A new group of people had arrived at the casino recently; it was important that he kept track of everyone and what they needed. His head pounded relentlessly, and every noise felt like a screwdriver to his skull.

But God, he was so tired, what if he could just-

“Uhm, sir?” A voice asked timidly. Sigma peered up to see a head with dark, stringy hair peering in through the doorway to his office. Of course.

“Could you happen to show me to my room?” The young man asked. After a few seconds, Sigma finally put a face to a file; it was one of the new arrivals. “I seem to be lost, and I can’t remember where my room is.”

Sigma stood from his seat, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes.

“Yes, of course! Right this way.” He struggled to remain steady on his feet. He couldn’t let the guest see how tired he was. That was not the man’s issue.

The man followed behind patiently, and when Sigma reached his room, he thanked the owner kindly. Sigma turned to leave, letting his eyes fall shut. He knew this casino better than he knew himself.

He knew every dent in the walls, every creaky tile, the spot where every carpet started and ended. He could wander these halls without a single sense and still know where he was going, so he didn’t deem it particularly criminal to walk back to his office with his eyes shut. It felt like it would do him some favors.

However, he ran into an unprecedented obstacle on his way there, crashing face first into a man. When he opened his eyes, all he could catch was a blur of white and black, and within seconds, he knew it was Nikolai. Sigma scrambled back, stumbling on his feet. Nikolai quickly caught him by the elbow, holding him steady.

“Woah there! Why are you wandering around with your eyes shut? I’m supposed to be the reckless one!” Nikolai’s typical dramatic behavior did not dissipate one bit. Sigma sighed. He didn’t have the mental resilience to deal with Nikolai today.

“I know this casino like the back of my hand. I would have made it back to my office if you weren’t in the way.”

“Well, excuse me for being in your way, my liege.” Nikolai sarcastically remarked, leaning forward in a theatrical bow. While he was up in Sigma’s personal space, he utilized the opportunity to get a close look at the lilac-haired man. It was hard not to miss the way Nikolai’s eyes scanned him analytically, and Sigma could only picture the way deep purple eyebags sat like tunics beneath his eyes. Atop his head was a disheveled mess, which Sigma had evidently done his best to tame, but his best was not nearly good enough to hide the oily roots and tangles from Nikolai’s observant gaze.

“When was the last time you slept? Or showered? Or drank anything other than coffee?”

“I’ve been sleeping just fine, thank you. Mind your own business, Niko-”

“Uh-uh-uh!” Sigma was interrupted by Nikolai’s taunting voice, a gloved finger waved disapprovingly in front of his face. “You are a lying liar who lies! You have not been sleeping just fine.” Nikolai tutted. “You look like death warmed over, my fellow gentleman. The bags under your eyes say it all. You also reek of coffee, if that says anything.”

Sigma crossed his arms. “Hmph. All of that is irrelevant. I have to watch over the casino, and there’s dozens of files, and-”

“I’ll do it!” Nikolai cut him off. Sigma gave him a distrusting glance at which he frowned. “I’m being serious. For once in a lifetime! And I solemnly swear not to burn the place down.” Nikolai placed a hand over his heart, another hand up in some kind of histrionic pledge. “Go get some sleep. I don’t know the casino as well as you, sure, but I know it better than the guests! I’ll be of some help!”

“No.” Sigma instantly shut him down. Sure, sleep would be the most gracious gift upon mankind at this moment, but he didn’t have time for that! He had files, files, files, and Nikolai was not very responsible.

“C’mon, jus’ entertain the idea! You can go take a wonderful, glorious nap that you clearly need, and I get to people-watch! It’s a win-win, really!” Nikolai was practically bouncing on his heels at the excitement of the idea, and that alone gave Sigma the chills. Nikolai only got excited over bad ideas. And he was excited over everything.

“What if something happens, though?”

“I will come and find you and tell you, but I will not need to do that because nothing will happen and I will be-” a dejected sigh, “-responsible.”

Sigma sighed with the defeated realization that Nikolai was the closest thing to help he was going to get. Things would just get worse if he didn’t sleep. Files, files, files, but he’d learn nothing from them if his vision was so blurred he couldn’t read a single word.

“Fine. Just for a few hours.” He muttered, evidently annoyed with himself for accepting the help. “And you swear that you’ll come get me if anything goes wrong?”

“I will not need to, because nothing will go wrong, but yes.” Another dejected sigh sprouted from his lips, and Nikolai held one hand up and the other against his heart in that same pledge of earlier. “Now, go, go, go, skedaddle. Go take a nap.”

Sigma sighed, ran a hand through his oily hair, (ew, he had not realized just how gross it was,) and headed for his own room. Hopefully, for once in his life, he could trust Nikolai not to set the place into some kind of theatre with all of the dramatics he tended to wreak.

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cosmo and eden; against all odds | now on ao3! | 740 words | major character death (its okay because this is my nevermore oc), doomed lovers, hurt/no comfort | wwevent; prompt 21- fear is the mind killer.

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Something was going wrong. Terribly wrong, and Eden knew it. She could feel it in her bones. She had never doubted her undying trust in Cosmo, not for a second, but today was different. Today was the only day that Eden had ever been scared of her craft.

She was an acrobat. She had dangled from silks 30 feet up in the air and done magnificent twists and turns and all sorts of flips, trusting the hand of her teammate and her teammate alone to keep her safe. And every single time, Cosmo had shown that they were good for it. Good for keeping her alive.

This was their biggest show of the tour. All eyes were on them, the terrific duo that dozens had traveled to see; Cosmo and Eden, against all odds. Defying gravity like they had always done. But every time Eden flipped in the air, Cosmo caught her by a fingertip alone. Cold fingers skimmed across her ankle as they grabbed her, but never settling into the proper grip they had discussed. Cosmo was doing it wrong.

“Cosmo!” Eden hissed when they grabbed her by the hands, just catching her in the very second before she plummeted. “Cosmo, what the fuck are you doing?”

Cosmo dangled by their knees, calves stuck into the metal grates of that steel dome. They looked down at something with… something in their eyes. A look that threatened to curl its fingers around her heart and yank it out of her chest.

“Maybe I’d catch you better if you’d stop shaking so badly!” Cosmo grumbled back. Eden could hear discourse amongst the audience, now. Probably wondering why they were stuck holding each other for so long. “You can’t let nerves grab you today, Eden.”

“It’s not my fault! I’m fucking scared because you won’t grab me right-”

Eden was cut off by the terrifying slip of Cosmo’s fingers against hers, and yet again, she was thrown into the air.

Her heart was beating so furiously she could feel it in the tips of her fingers, in her ankles, in her throat, in every part of her Cosmo had ever touched. She was horrified, and something deep inside of her told her that she was going to fall, but Cosmo caught her once more. 40 feet up, she'd surely die if she fell from here.

This time, they stuck it again. Cosmo stared down at Eden’s eyes. Almost through them, like they wanted to see what laid beyond her skin. In a sudden burst of adrenaline, Cosmo did something none of the audience would have expected. Eden herself hardly knew if they were doing it for the audience, or for her.

They yanked Eden up, just close enough for their noses to brush, and planted their lips against hers.

It was only a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime. Eden felt her heart slipping from her lips and into Cosmo’s mouth, and she could only reciprocate in horror as Cosmo sipped everything left unsaid right from her lips. The thing that Eden feared most was the fact that she loved every single second of it.

It meant one thing, though. It meant goodbye.

“I’m sorry, Eden.” Cosmo whispered against her lips.

“Cosmo, please.” She begged, tears welling in her eyes. She didn’t want to die. She was 22, 40 years too young to die. Everything seemed to freeze in a moment of dreadful realization.

“Cosmo. Cosmo, please. I’m too young for this. We can talk about this.” Her voice cracked. Cosmo looked like they were crying, too. They kept that fated poker face that they never dropped, not once in the time Eden had known them, but she could see the tears streaming down their cheeks.

“I said I’m sorry.”

Cosmo whispered once more, and with that, they let go.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion as Eden fell. She had never feared her craft, not once but now. She wanted to beg for God to save her, to wrap his fingers around her and lift her back into Cosmo’s arms, but the people were still watching; she couldn't lay herself so low as to beg in front of the people. She couldn’t breathe. The fall ripped the air from her lungs.

She flashed that carefully cultivated, charismatic grin at the audience. There was something crawling under her flesh, something that wanted to get out. Maybe it was the love she never recognized until now. The love that never got a chance to be.

She was too young to die. 22, only 5 years out of Papa's embrace. But fear was the mind killer, and gravity waits for nobody.

She'd never remember hitting the ground.

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if your peanus gone does that mean you have mangina now

I sincerely cannot sit up enough to see what’s down there and frankly if I did know I wouldn’t tell you because I find the fixation on whatever remains of my genitals disturbing. Cheers.

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▹ Frank Sinatra — My Way Of Life

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EXTREMELY funny Chuuya frame in retrospect

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I started Bungou Stray Dogs for this reason.

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POE AGH

found my old sketchbook!! this is from about 2 years ago..