#[name rhyme] did someone hurt you? I’ll kill them. I’ll make them suffer. i’ll burn the world down until we are the last 2 in it

[saulwexler]

how to explain to non-americans that the better call saul ads aren’t exaggerated for comedic effect they are super normie

[secondhand-trash]

10 Things I Hate About You

A/N: killing two birds with one stone over here because this is both my part of the bnharem server collab for Valentine’s Day and also my entry to the @shinsoubowl Vday Gatcha event uwu. Big thanks to @burnedbyshoto for making the masterlist this time! 

The prompt I got from @shinsoubowl-vday-gacha : 

“Can I have a hug?”

“No.”

“What, why?”

“Because if I hug you, I’m not gonna be able to let go.”

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x reader

Description: You hated Shinso Hitoshi, mostly because you could not believe yourself when you said it no matter how much you tried.

Word count: 2854

Playlist:

California Friends//The Regrettes

A Teenager In Love//Dion & The Belmonts (this song honestly hits)

Saw You in a Dream//The Japanese House

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I hate the way you talk to me, 

and the way you cut your hair.

Shinsou was a pretty smart guy, you had to admit no matter how many times you snarkily called him an idiot, but it truly puzzled you how someone so clever like him could be so stupid.

You stared in horror when he plopped down next to you that morning with a sigh. Upon noticing your gaze, he turned to look at you without really sparing you much of his attention. “What?”

“Please tell me that you didn’t impulsively cut your hair again.”

His hand went up to run through his untamed lilac hair at your mention. While you might not see the difference at first glance, it did not take long for you to see how each strand of hair was standing up towards every direction in a much more irregular way than they did the day before.

You didn’t stop to question why you would pay so much attention to his hair that it was almost as if your gut feeling was telling you that something was wrong with it, only rolling your eyes when he flicked away your outreached hand that wanted to fix those tuffs that looked like they had a mind of their own as they refused to do their owner’s bidding and popped back up even after Shinsou smoothed them out.

He groaned as he gave up, running his hand down his face before slamming them down on his desk. “Some of my bangs were poking at my eye so I decided to trim it a little last night.”

You quirked your brows at him in suspicion. “A little?”

He glared at you without much force in his eyes and you laughed. “It didn’t feel like much until it was too much, ok?”

“Here, let me help you.” You said as you leaned forward, surprised to see that he didn’t do anything to stop you this time. Even with a missing corner here and there due to his careless chopping, his hair was ridiculously soft to touch. You weren’t sure if this breached across the line of friendly helpfulness that you had been desperately trying to maintain too directly, but you might have spent extra time on tugging each less flattering piece away just so you could enjoy the feeling of his hair brushing past your fingers for just a little bit longer.

“There.” You smiled when you pulled back, you could feel the fluttering in your heart when he chuckled and it brought you more dread than joy

“Thanks,” he said, and you hated how you wanted to imagine that the bit of twinkle in his purple eyes was there because of you, “I really don’t know what I will do without you sometimes.”

You merely huffed before turning away, the forced smile only faltered when you knew that you were safe from his gaze.

Idiot, you cursed to yourself without even knowing if it was for him or for you. You hated how he could just say things like that out of nowhere like it was no big deal, and you hated how it kept repeating in your head like it was.

I hate the way you drive my car, 

I hate it when you stare.

Class was boring, very boring, especially when you were trying to stop yourself from glancing to your side to stare at your friend who would very likely be asleep and wouldn’t notice your wandering eyes and you had no choice but to look straight ahead of you at the teacher who was talking about things that you should care about but didn’t want to bother with.

Stupid Shinsou, with the stupidly cute pout he always had on his lips when he slept in class.

You knew that the more you indulge yourself in what you had identified as a crush from the stammering heart and the giddiness you felt whenever you were around him, the more likely it was that you would end up doing something you regret. 

It took a long time for you to slip your way through the cracks of those walls he had built up around him and while part of you just wanted to get this done and over with, you had no idea what you would do when he shut you out of his world like you were never there. The truth was that you liked being his friend too much to leap at the chance that perhaps this might end up to be something nice for both of you.

But you just wanted one look, that couldn’t hurt right?

The tip of your ears felt like they were burning up when you glanced at your side to see a pair of purple orbs staring straight at you. He was not asleep as you thought he would be, with his arms overlapping in front of him and his cheeks resting on top showing only the features above his nose.

He was already looking at you when you were just about to steal a glance at him, how long had he been doing that? You did not look away, pondering what an average person who did not have a crush on the person they were staring at would do in this situation before resorting to a small smile that you hoped wouldn’t look too stiff.

“What?” You mouthed.

Shinsou continued with his face buried in his arms, not at all minding that you caught him in the middle of his not so discrete staring. You furrowed your brows together when he didn’t respond, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

Arching his brow, the thin line above those hypnotizing eyes lifted to form a sharp angle, as if he was questioning you on what you were doing instead of answering your question. 

You weren’t sure how you were supposed to react when he shrugged with a mindless chuckle before hiding his entire face within his arms and turned to the side, probably drifting off to a nap.

You spent the rest of the lesson wondering what that was supposed to mean, and you hated how you could not think of anything else.

I hate your big dumb combat boots 

and the way you read my mind.

“Are you ok?”

You broke out of your mindless state at the voice that rang by your ear all of a sudden. It was like the lens in your brain was slowly finding the focus to everything around you and it was until the blur lifted from your head that you remembered how you were supposed to say something when someone asked if you were ok.

“Yeah. Why ask?”

It was not a lie but not exactly the truth either. The thing was, you did not have a reason not to be but you did not feel like yourself at all. You were tired, oh so very worn out without even doing much in reality. Perhaps it was how you could not really name much of the things that you had actually done that made you felt so uneased. 

But again, you did not have a reason not to be so might as well pull through.

Shinsou did not ponder any further as he took in your state. You were not doing well, or at least that was what he thought. You were staring at a distance without looking at anything in particular and you were normally the one to greet him every morning when he sat down, not the other way round. He did not really know what happened, and he found himself frowning at how little he knew about you outside of your interactions in the classroom.

You did not want to be vulnerable in front of him for many reasons that weren’t a lack of trust. In fact, if there was someone who might understand where your sudden gloominess came from, you felt like it might be him. But you did not want to face that possibility, you could not handle your own will wavering if you began to crack in front of him.

You had never felt the urge to cry as much as you did the moment he leaned over and pat the top of your head.

You were dazed at the soft touch. He did not say anything. No words of encouragement, no asking you if there was anything wrong, nothing. But like how you could not express the way you were feeling with your words, there was more that he delivered to you with a simple action like that.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or to cry at how your heart raced whenever you thought of that brief interaction and the feeling of his palm again.

I hate you so much it makes me sick, 

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you’re always right, 

I hate it when you lie.

“Are you ok?”

“Hm?” He looked up from his notes, his hand pausing amidst his scribbling and the lead dragged on the paper when he put the pencil to the side. 

You knew that he was not doing great and it only confirmed your existing thought when you saw just how tired he looked when he turned to face you. It wasn’t like they weren’t there almost all the time, but it still made your heart sank at how heavy the dark circles underlying his eyes were. He looked gray, not pale because not being able to get tanned was something he was born with according to his own claims, gray. His lips were very chapped and you could hear the nasal in his voice with the small hum he replied to you with.

“You look...” You thought of a way you could possibly phrase it to make it sound less offensive. “sick.”

“I’m fine.” It was a blatant lie, you could hear it in his voice. “Just a small cold, nothing much.”

Squeezing his eye tight before forcefully widening them again with a small shake of his head, his failed attempt at looking more awake did not make you any less concerned.

“Maybe you should take a day off and rest a little bit?”

He sighed, “I can’t. I have training to catch up with and I can’t afford to miss any more progress if I want to transfer to the hero course without too much suffering next year.”

You wanted to say something, “But...”

“I’ll be alright.” He let out a low chuckle which quickly turned into a small couch, “You don’t have to worry over me, you know?”

The words that were already at your throat hitched and the lump forming at the back forced you to shove everything down. He was right, and you knew that he was for a different reason than why he said it in the first place. 

You were not in the place to have any say in his decisions as much as you wanted to scream at him to just take care of himself. 

So you shrugged before turning back at your own work, your hands gripping onto the pen slightly too tightly as you heard the muffled coughs coming next to you, and you hated that you did not even feel like you have to right to question him about it.

I hate it when you make me laugh, 

even worse when you make me cry.

This was sad, you sighed as you sat back on your chair and let the book that you placed straight on the desk fell down without your support, very sad. You could not be any more pathetic than this, what normal person would try to stare at their best friend through the spine of a book? 

It was a joke, and the way you immediately sat up straight and pretended you weren’t thinking about him just seconds ago when Shinsou walked up to mindlessly flip through the hardcover could not have been a better punchline. 

“You got any plans for today?” You asked, your heart ached at the question that you were stupid enough to ask when part of you dreaded to hear the answer.

It was Valentine’s Day, which you hated. If love truly came in the form of tiny sugar hearts and big teddy bears that would be dumped into the trash can when its owner decided that wasting precious living space for it was not worth it, then it sure was hella cheaper than what people made it out to be. 

You hated it nearly as much as how you hated that you were too much of a coward to tell the one person you wanted to spend this pseudo-holiday with that maybe you liked him way more than you had the guts to show it.

Shinsou shook his head as his eyes scanned through the book in disinterest before putting it right where it fell. “Does training sessions count?”

Was it bad that you were almost delighted by his reply? If you were lonely, it would be nice to know that he was not having much fun with someone that isn’t you. You scoffed as if you weren’t mean spiritedly hoping for that answer. “No?”

He hummed when his hand went to rub at his eyes. “Then I guess not. You?”

No, because I was too much of a coward to chin up and tell you that you are the one I want to spend Valentine’s Day with.

But you were a coward after all, and you did nothing but shook your head. 

“How come?”

You wanted to glare at him, but he sounded way too genuinely puzzled for you to be angry at him. You sighed, what an idiot. “Let’s talk about something that isn’t how we’re both alone on Valentine’s Day.”

He obliged, but not without stressing once again how he just couldn’t grasp why you didn’t have plans for the occasion.

You laughed, hating how the only reason was one that you could not find the bravery to tell him.

I hate it when you’re not around,

and the fact that you didn’t call.

He did not show up at the canteen today, casually telling you that he had training in the period before leaving the classroom as soon as the lunch bell rang.

Of course he did, and here you were thinking that maybe you could pacify your loneliness by telling yourself that even though it was not for the reason you wanted it to be, at least you technically had lunch together.

You did not have much stomach for the large portions served with the stuffiness at your chest and excused yourself from your table to return to the classroom. You sighed as you collapsed on the chair, enjoying the bit of silence you could get with no one else in the room but you. Everyone else had somewhere to be or someone to be with, but you just wanted to be alone. At least you could mend yourself with some alone time before carrying on your little act later as people started coming back.

You were too exhausted by your own mind that was deep in frustration to hear the door sliding open, the sudden call of your name from a voice that you simultaneously most and least wanted to hear at that moment nearly made you jump.

“You’re early.”

Shinsou hadn’t changed out of his gym clothes and the thin fabric was still wrapping around his neck. His hair was slightly messier than it was before he left, a few strands of baby hair sticking to his forehead by the sweat.

“Training’s over?” You said, trying to sound like you were not mildly panicking and your heart was not beating at an abnormally fast pace at his sudden interruption to your attempt at running away from thoughts that were all about him. “How was it?”

He sighed as he ran his hand through his tangled locks. “Rough, got my ass kicked.”

You snorted and he eyed you accusingly. “Isn't that a common occurrence?”

“Even more so than usual.” He said, his shoulders dropping down as he let out yet another exhale. He did look a lot more worn out than usual, you studied his posture with amusement. 

You shortcircuited when he nonchalantly said, “Can I have a hug?”

“No.”

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,

He seemed to be taken back by your blunt refusal. “What, why?”

Idiot.

Idiot, idiot, idiot.

“Because if I hug you, I’m not gonna be able to let go.” You said softly, all the pent up feelings rushed up to your throat as you finally told him what you had been trying to hold back from. 

not even close...

It took a second for him to process what you just said and the corner of his lips slowly lifted up. “I won’t mind that.”

Your eyes widened at his response, not being able to react as he slightly extended his arms towards you. All that worrying only for him to react like this, and you hated how your heart was practically leaping out of your chest.

You sighed before getting up and wrapping your arms around his waist, leaning your chin on his shoulder as he pulled you tighter around him.

You could feel the vibration from his chest, his breath tickling your ear as he spoke. “Wanna go somewhere after school? It is Valentine’s Day.”

not even a little bit...

“Is this your way of asking me out?” You mumbled, and you could imagine the twinkles in his eyes as you heard him chuckle. You sighed and buried your face at the nape of his neck. “I hate you.”

not even at all.

“No you don’t.”

You did not, and it seemed like you could finally stop convincing yourself any otherwise.

[silviiarts]

Butcher of Blaviken

Pairing: Geraskier (Geralt of Rivia x Jaskier/Dandelion) - not yet together. They’re just friends in this fic. Rating: T Words: 1.9 K Genre: hurt/comfort Trigger warning: none 

The lute's chords rattled like the tinder that fed their fire, clear and almost loud in the otherwise dead silence of the night.

After a long day of work, very much needed to earn some coin, the bard loved to put his hands and instruments to the test; check if they could come up with a nice melody.

Geralt didn't mind the music, nor the musician's soft voice humming the lyrics that came to his mind. It was amusing, even.

He rested his back against Roach's plump back quarters, eyes closed and arms under his head like a pillow. Resting was a luxury reserved for the early night, when Jaskier was still awake in case that any danger showed up.

He was resting, but he wasn't asleep. And Jaskier knew this, so it wasn't uncommon for him to ask the witcher for advice every now and then.

"Hey, Geralt?"

"Hm."

"Does 'adventure' rhyme well with 'together' here?"

"... Hm..."

"Eh, that's what I thought. Thanks!"

And so they would spend hours and hours every evening. The witcher would gladly listen to all of his friend's tunes, although he didn't seem like it, and the bard would be pleased to share all his doubts and progress with him.

"Geralt?"

"Hm..."

"What rhymes with 'Blaviken'?"

The witcher's eyes slowly opened. He shifted, sitting up against his horse to stare at Jaskier.

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? I can't sing about the Butcher of Blaviken without it falling at the end of a verse at least once!"

But Geralt didn't reply this time; not even the slightest of growls.

Jaskier was waiting for an answer and Geralt refused to give it. But it made the air feel tense after a while.

"... Geralt?"

"Isn't a punch to the junk enough for you to learn?" He finally growled in the lowest tone, startling Jaskier.

Geralt could even wonder, even if it broke something inside, whether Jaskier was just doing that to test him, poke fun or, even worse, because he didn't care.

And those thoughts made his fierce, feline eyes glow like embers in the dim light, which sent chills down Jaskier's back.

"Oh God- What do you mean, Geralt?" He asked, scared yet concerned.

At least, he seemed so.

It took so much of Geralt's already scarce patience to calm down his own thoughts and realize that Jaskier was, indeed, confused.

That's why he decided to take a deep breath and spit some angry words to try and make him understand.

"The first time you called me... that," he growled, brows furrowed and jaws clenched. "I thought I had made it clear that I didn't want to hear it again."

"What, Butcher of Bla..."

"Yes. God fucking damn it, yes," Geralt growled, practically glaring at his companion now.

Jaskier seemed to start understanding that the nickname carried important memories for the witcher. Apparently, not very pleasant ones.

The bard was so used to the epithets used to write that he had paid no mind to what they meant. And, judging by Geralt's expression, it had been a grave mistake.

"Why do they call you that, Geralt?" He asked in the softest voice, after a rather long and uncomfortable silence. “I always assumed that it was… a compliment. For killing a lot of dangerous critters or… something.”

The bard had never seen his witcher so... distressed. Not even fighting the most terrifying of monsters in the Continent.

He wasn't even expecting an answer from his companion anymore, when he heard a grunt rasping out his throat.

"Long ago," Geralt muttered, narrow eyes fixed on the quivering flames, "I was offered a deal from one of the most powerful men in Blaviken, a sorcerer."

Jaskier listened, quiet. He wanted to shuffle closer to the other man's side, but he chose to sit opposite of him.

That way, he could watch the emotions -those he claimed to not have, cross his face and cast their own shadows on the tale.

He wasn’t used to hear the witcher speak for so long. The deep, harsh sound of his voice draped over him like a heavy blanket, reminding him of how serious that story was.

"I refused to kill a human. He wanted me to take the life of a runaway princess, born under a curse that turned her into a... mutant."

That last word had sounded almost painful to get out.

"He had tried to hunt her down all her life. He had had her chased, attacked and even raped. I had the chance to meet her, and ended up tangled in the affairs of men."

The snarl that contorted Geralt's expression was stiff, as he tried to keep his feelings to himself. He wasn't supposed to feel, after all, not even hurt in the soul.

"She wanted to kill the sorcerer, but I refused to help her. Her allies attacked me, and I... I killed them all. One by one, in cold blood. I broke so many skulls and ribs and families that day..."

Jaskier's blood ran cold at the strained pain that twisted the witcher's voice. He knew his kind’s potential, everyone did. But that was the first time he had heard about Geralt- his Geralt, killing a human.

Nonetheless, he understood his reasons. And when Geralt tried to pick up the fear or the horror in the bard's scent, he didn't sense any of it.

"We fought. I didn't want to kill her, but I also didn't want to die at the hands of someone who didn't care about living or dying anymore. Without her allies and without my help, she wouldn’t be able to get what she wanted anyway. She surrendered to my blade, and I... I did it."

Geralt's hands twitched into tight fists, elbows resting on his knees. His gaze didn't shift from the fire, as burning as the torment and regret in his voice.

"I had finished the sorcerer’s deed without even having a choice. He wanted to ravage her body, look into her flesh for the origin of the curse. I had killed her, I couldn't let him dishonor her like that, and I thought that, maybe, it could be my redemption...”

The witcher’s lip trembled ever so slightly at the memories that washed over him like a freezing tide. He growled under his breath, fighting his emotions down with all his might.

“I threatened him, but he wasn't afraid. He turned the whole village against me and twisted what had actually happened. They sent me away with stones."

Witchers could heal very well, and all that had happened too long ago for him to have scars from the stoning, other that the wounds that it left in his heart.

Although he had tried to turn Blaviken into a valuable lesson, ‘not to get involved with men, never pick a side between them’, all it had given him was a harmful nickname and terrible, awful remorse.

The Butcher of Blaviken, as if he had been the one to let all that blood spill on behalf of his own personal benefit.

"I made friends with a little girl in Blaviken, before anything happened," he rambled on for a little longer, in a strangled whisper. "She was held hostage by Renfri, and it was my fault. She begged me to leave Blaviken, she was so afraid of me..."

Such a story managed to make Jaskier, who always sought for the raw emotions in every tale to turn them into songs, go quiet.

That was no story to be told, to be celebrated. That was a mess of human ambitions and a helping hand that got bitten. The true, raw suffering of the man he loved, and was hated by anyone else.

"Oh, Geralt- my dear Geralt..." He mumbled, trying not to express his regret as pity.

Those words sent a shiver down the witcher’s spine. In all honesty, he expected his companion to get up and leave. To finally see that he was following a beast, turn on his heel and run to the safety and certainty of mankind.

But he didn't.

Instead, he did shuffle closer this time. He placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, and let out a sigh.

"I'm so sorry, Geralt," he mumbled, in the thinnest of whispers. That was loud enough for him to hear.

Rage, fear, sorrow, regret, vengeance. Unable to tell them apart, there were many emotions that weighted on Geralt's heart on that moment. But, out of them, sadness was the heaviest one.

And he was just lucky that Jaskier could read him like an open book.

"People are so cruel, darling..." he muttered, gently stroking his hand up and down his friend's shoulderblade. "That... horrible name is all I had ever heard anyone call you."

The witcher grunted. Not that it surprised him.

"But no one had ever told me how fair you always try to be."

Jaskier's words definitely caught him off guard. He raised an eyebrow and looked back at him.

He was met by a warm smile, despite the tiredness of his usually bright blue eyes.

"Or how caringly you tend to Roach."

His whole body was burning against Jaskier's palm, and it was strangely soothing.

"Not even about the way your pupils grow when you're relaxed! Or what a good man you actually are!"

"Because I'm not."

"Of course you are! A bad person wouldn't regret anything, would they?"

This time, it was Geralt who had to shut up. Partly because he was exhausted, partly because he wasn't going to admit that Jaskier could be right.

Even the crackling if the fire was fainter, quieter; as if it were as touched by the story of the Butcher of Blaviken as Jaskier was.

The witcher's friend brushed his hand through pale locks, almost like petting a startled stray. Although it was that gesture what startled him.

Nonetheless, his gentle smile comforted him.

He wasn't leaving. He wasn't calling him any sort of names and running away in fear. Jaskier was right next to him, much closer than before, touching his hair like it was nothing.

"Hey, Geralt, don't worry..." He whispered, sweet as honey on the witcher's tongue. "It wasn't your fault, okay?"

After almost twenty years living with the weight of Blaviken on his shoulders, it was hard to believe Jaskier's soothing, albeit unbelievable words.

He replied with a soft growl, eyes shifting towards the bard. He pressed a kiss to Geralt’s forehead as soon as he turned, leaving him even more speechless.

"Don't worry too much about what happened... You gotta focus on the present now! I'll make sure to erase that hideous nickname from History. Just let me do my thing, darling~"

"Uh- I doubt you can do that," the witcher replied, barely hushing his words.

"Nu-uh! I already made a hit! The public's hungry for more stories about you. And I will make sure that no one ever calls you that again!"

It was futile to argue with Jaskier when it came to such things. He had already got into a fight with a drunkard that called Geralt a ‘mutant beast’ before.

The witcher exhaled a soft sigh and closed his eyes. When he noticed, his chest wasn't aching anymore.

[somethinglacking]

Shooting For Stars Chapter 3

Summary:

Hyuna Lee just started college, and while procrastinating decided to give a popular MMO called LOLOL a try. Here she will meet new friends, battle monsters, part takes in epic quests, and potentially find love!

Most of this will take place in LOLOL at the beginning.

This takes place a year/ year and a half after Seven’s good end, and the secret endings. Yoosung x OC

Chapter word count: 3603

Smut in later chapters, of course Shooting For Stars: Chapter 1 Shooting for Stars: Chapter 2 ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

There was something strangely comforting about her new daily routine. Despite having to live off of instant ramen for a week, Hyuna didn’t regret buying her monthly subscription and a couple of the expansions for LOLOL. It’s only been 5 days leading into Saturday now since she joined the game. Without fail her new friend would either be online waiting for her or log in shortly after she did. They’d just do things about the map and chat and laugh. She was curious now of what he sounded like. It’d be nice to have a headset, but she already wasted enough of her money setting her account up for the month. It’d have to wait for her next allowance date. Also at the same time, she was nervous about chatting with a stranger over a microphone. She knew it was common for MMO players, but she couldn’t help but feel a little self cautious. 

Another thing she appreciated about Yoosung, he never asked her gender. He didn’t seem to care if she was a girl or a guy. He never got pervy with her like a few nameless avatars in the world chat would get with one another. He was respectful and it made her trust him a little more. Yoosung never mentioned her lack of microphone when they play either. A part of her wondered if he thought she was a guy. It would make sense, he treated her like one. Not that she minded. A part of her was worried he'd get weird if they ever voice chatted and he found out she was, in fact, female. 

She rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. It was Saturday and she had nowhere to be. Also, her only friend happened to be online, so it wasn’t like she was about to be invited out somewhere. It was warm for late September so she pulled on a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt. The artist made her way to the coffeepot she had set up in her dorm and started brewing coffee. It wasn’t by any mean early, about eleven am, meaning she slept in. Yawn to herself she watched as her coffee pot made a single cup of coffee. She added three spoonfuls of sugar along with a hazelnut coffee creamer. The steam rising off her hot drink was nearly intoxicating as she moved to her computer chair. 

The computer booted up as the heel of her foot swayed her chair from side to side while she blew at the steam rising from her coffee. Sipping it carefully she watched as LOLOL loaded up and checked for updates. The newsletter popped up, which she skipped in favour of getting into the game. Soon her now super cute and classy Avatar booted up. She was Level 23 now only after a few days of playing with Yoosung. Smiling she checked her friend’s list. Unknown was online but other than that nobody seemed to be around. Frowning a little the artist when to the brewing station in the town she was in. She wanted to build her skills before even attempting the revival potions Yoosung wanted so badly. 

Hyuna opened the Wiki on her phone and quickly read all the ins and outs of potion brewing. Revival potion was basically and extra life, you use it at the beginning of the battle and once your hp became Zero you’d ‘revive’ with half a health bar. She could see how that was useful for a Tank that took the brunt of the damage. Though it only had a 5% brew success rate, and even with the craft level maxed at 99 it was a 10% craft rate. Her class gave her a brewing luck stat, but it wouldn’t help with the rarity of crafting the potion. She whistled at how difficult it was to obtain. They were missing a couple of ingredients, yet she did have a good supply of the rarer ones, the glow mushrooms. 

The avatar moved to the pot in the back room of the item store, and she began crafting very basic potions. Hyuna soon realized she would have an abundance of them. Sighing she set to work leveling up her craft skills. It didn’t take much, her avatar would keep making this one potion until supplies ran out. So she settled for opening MeTube on her phone and sipping at her warm coffee waiting for the busy work to be done within her game. She typed in LOLOL and found a tutorial for her class. Looking promising she loaded it up and learned some info and tricks about being the parties, Arche Master.

Once the fifteen-minute video was over she noticed her character had stopped brewing potions. She smiled running back into the town square. Yoosung had told her she could sell items for a better price on the trade, but she didn’t quite understand how to do that. Plus her friend wasn’t online, so what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. She sold her potions for probably a fraction of their worth to an NPC and ran back to the brewing station. A notification popped up and her heart fluttered, then disappointment set in to see it was only HackerGod logging in, and not Yoosung. She bit her lip making her Avatar start brewing more potions to build the skill. 

Her friend might have used the weekends to catch up on the sleep he was clearly depriving himself of during the week. Hyuna frowned wondering if he suffered from insomnia; if that was the case she hoped he was sleeping right now, and that she wouldn’t see him until later in the afternoon. She knew for a fact the boy needed all the rest he could get. While she was lost in thought worrying about the stranger she had been playing the game with a DM came in 

HackerGod: lolol

HackerGod: You low balled your potions price

HackerGod: I saw that

HackerGod: Actually, Saeran did and tattled on you

Hyuna raised an eyebrow reading the messages before her face flushed in embarrassment. 

Sapfyre: Shush!

Sapfyre: And whose Saeran?

HackerGod: Oh, he’s my brother

HackerGod: Guess you know him as UnknownUserName

HackerGod: But that’s a mouthful

Sapfyre: Oooh, I think you all were using your first names that night Yoosung tried to get us all killed. ^^;

HackerGod: Mmmhmmm~

HackerGod: Yoosung is usually a really good boy too

HackerGod: Wonder why he would take such a risk with only you in the party

HackerGod: Think he was trying to show off?

The artist read the messages. It was clear to see this person knew her new friend on a personal level. She flushed again, not sure why they were talking about Yoosung in such a weird way. Or even talking to her at all. 

Sapfyre: Yoosung’s a good boy, huh?

HackerGod: Pbffft

HackerGod: If you talk to him like that he’d die of heart failure for sure.

Sapfyre: ^^;

Sapfyre: You’re the one weirdly speaking of him.

HackerGod: So my name is Saeyoung!~

HackerGod: My wife is AhaChaCha and her name is Mi-Cha

HackerGod: >-< 

HackerGod: What’s your name?

Hyuna smiled eyeing the messages with suspicion. Clearly, this guy was trying to get information out of her. She doubted Yoosung had asked for him too, but you can never be too careful with strangers on the internet. It was odd he was introduction all of them with their first name. 

Sapfyre: It's a pleasure to meet you ^^

Sapfyre: But don’t tell me you can’t read D:

Sapfyre: My name reads Sapfyre!

There was a silence between messages, she wondered if she upset them. Chewing her lip and loaded another round of potions to brew as new messages flooded in. 

HackerGod: Haha you shy?

HackerGod: I promise you I’m not creepy ^^

HackerGod: Okay, I guess that statement made me look creepy haha

HackerGod: It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me

HackerGod: I admire your caution when dealing with strangers on the internet

HackerGod: Now only if Mi-Cha would learn some caution from you

The girl snorted as he dissed his wife so casually. 

Sapfyre: Never be too careful!

Sapfyre: Wouldn’t want someone to kidnap me and sell my organs~ 

Sapfyre: I’m quite attached to them, you could say

HackerGod: You’re funny

HackerGod: Well Yoosung is about to log in

HackerGod: Shhh don’t tell him I was talking to you

Hyuna looked as HackerGod logged out and Yoosung logged into the server. She smiled looking at his now lit up username. He was in the same town as her, maybe he did log off after her last night. She hoped so at least. 

Opening her forever long private messages with Yoosung; she messaged first

Sapfyre: I should sing a witch’s brew song as I make these potions

Sapfyre: Ahem! 

Sapfyre: Bubble and Bobble

Sapfyre: My magic stew!

Sapfyre: If you burn another potion

Sapfyre: I’ll make a commotion 

Sapfyre: ^^;;

Sapfyre: Good Morning 

SupermanYoosung★: Hahaha

SupermanYoosung★: Should I come dance around your pot?

SupermanYoosung★: Sing your witches song too?

SupermanYoosung★: Good Morning~

She smiled warmly at the messages. Her rhyming and song weren’t very good, but at least he didn’t make fun of her for it. She made her Avatar dance as the final potion finished. 

Sapfyre: Did you have a good sleep

Sapfyre: Have you eaten?

Yoosung’s Avatar loaded onto the page and he joined in with her dance. It looked silly and she couldn’t help the bubbly giggle that escaped her. This boy was something else, for sure. 

SupermanYoosung★: Are you caring for me?

SupermanYoosung★: ^^

SupermanYoosung★: I got a couple of hours of sleep and had some cereal  SupermanYoosung★: What about you Sap?

Sapfyre: I had coffee and my mandatory 6 hours of sleep.

SupermanYoosung★: D:

SupermanYoosung★: Coffee isn’t good on an empty tummy!

Sapfyre: Now who is caring for who, hmm?

SupermanYoosung★: Ahaha caught me 

SupermanYoosung★: You should at least have a piece of toast.

SupermanYoosung★: And let me sell your potions for you

Sapfyre: Which one tattled?!?!?!?!?

Sapfyre: Was it HackerGod?

Sapfyre: Or was it UnknownUseName who tattled on me!!

Sapfyre: Tell me!

Sapfyre: I’ll have my revenge! 

SupermanYoosung★: lolol

SupermanYoosung★: It was HackerGod

SupermanYoosung★: He sent me a text message with a SS of you being naughty~

Hyuna facepalmed and blushed re-reading the words, Truthfully they were harmless, but her filthy mind went to other places. 

Sapfyre: Ya well he got all creepy

Sapfyre: Scolding me

Sapfyre: Speaking weirdly about you

Sapfyre: Asking me my real name

Sapfyre: Bullying his wife

SupermanYoosung★: ……

SupermanYoosung★: He did what now!!!

SupermanYoosung★: D: 

SupermanYoosung★: What did he say!?!?! 

SupermanYoosung★: Did you tell him your name D:

A smile form on her lips. Take that you god damn tattle tale. You and your brother! An almost sadistic smirk took root on her face as she cracked her knuckles and stretched. 

Sapfyre: It’s so sad Yoosung!

Sapfyre: He can’t even read

Sapfyre: Clearly my name says Sapfyre

SupermanYoosung★: lolol

SupermanYoosung★: Good! 

SupermanYoosung★: NEVER! EVER TELL!! THAT GUY ANYTHING!!!

Sapfyre: He is such a bully!

Sapfyre: If I was a higher rank and level I’d go set his guildhall on fire

SupermanYoosung★: Looooool

SupermanYoosung★: I’d pay to see that 

SupermanYoosung★: He’s actually my best friend IRL 

SupermanYoosung★: T^T 

SupermanYoosung★: Can’t believe he got all weird on you like that.

That was an interesting development. They all knew each other outside the game then? Hyuna re-read it pondering the implication of what that HackerGod guy was trying to do. There was absolutely no way he knew she was female. They all had taken to using male pronouns for her. The safest bet, more guys than girls on the platform. Was Yoosung gay? He didn’t seem like it, but then again everyone can be something their not online.

Sapfyre: He did tell me-

Sapfyre: Maybe I shouldn’t tell you >-<

SupermanYoosung★: GAH!

SupermanYoosung★: Tell Me!

SupermanYoosung★: So I can yell at him later!

Sapfyre: It’s sooooo embarrassing 

Sapfyre: But

Sapfyre: He told me you’re usually a-

Okay so maybe she was being mean, but she paused there. Waiting for his reaction. She just couldn’t help herself, he was sooo cute so riled up like this. 

SupermanYoosung★: WHAT DID HE SAY ABOUT ME?!?!?

SupermanYoosung★: Don’t do this to me!

SupermanYoosung★: I have to know now! 

Sapfyre: T^T

Sapfyre: He said 

Sapfyre: You’re usually a good boy~

SupermanYoosung★: Eh?

SupermanYoosung★: …..

SupermanYoosung★: What the actual hell, Saeyoung… 

Sapfyre: lolololol

Sapfyre: Ya, he didn’t say anything bad about you. 

SupermanYoosung★: I swear I had a panic attack for a moment

SupermanYoosung★: He’s a prankster

SupermanYoosung★: I use to fall for his crap all the time.

Sapfyre: Well… I’d say you fell for it again

Sapfyre: Ahaha you’re kinda cute all worked up like that

SupermanYoosung★: Heh~

SupermanYoosung★: But seriously hand me your potions

SupermanYoosung★: I’ll sell them for you while you go AFK to have some toast

He left no room for argument. Heaving a sigh, she opened her inventory and started a share with Yoosung. She handed him a ton of potion’s so which he typed out his surprise. Well, she had been at it for a while, what did he expect. Hyuna then told him she’s gonna be a good and have something to eat. She left her Avatar crafting more potions while she wandered into her kitchen.

The coffee pot was turned on once again as the artist looked at what she had for food in her apartment. To say the least, it wasn’t much, but she did have some eggs, bacon, and milk. It would do. Sighing she grabbed them and set the ingredients on the counter and set to work making herself some food. 

Half an hour later and 2 cups of coffee her scrambled eggs where bacon was done. Smiling to herself pleased with her meal she went back to her computer. Her Avatar had long since stop brewing due to a lack of items. Taking a bite of her food she checked her level and clicked on Yoosung’s name. He was in a dungeon with UnknownUserName. A little disappointed, but knew it would get boring waiting for her to return. It probably took him all of 2 seconds to trade and sell her good too. Opting to leave her friend to do his own thing, and ran back to the storage and stored what she had and took out her fishing rod. After that, she headed to the lack to start fishing. 

It wasn’t much, but it was honest work she supposed. Truthfully Yoosung mentioned a farming farm where she could breed and raise livestock, but you had to be level 30 to get in. Hyuna eyed her taunting level 23. Maybe Yoosung would run a couple of dungeons with her as the day progressed. As it stood, she wouldn’t stand a chance in the level 70 dungeon him and his friend was currently crawling. 

It took her half an hour to finish her food and coffee while working on her busy work. Her fishing and cooking were going good. No one ever wanted to buy cooked fish so she felt safe just selling it to the NPC and calling it done. After that, she went to smiths and browsed today’s selection of weapons and armor. Nothing stood out, after all, she had some nifty level 30 equipment that she was waiting to equip. She just had to hang on a couple more levels. 

SupermanYoosung★: Why didn’t you tell me you were back? Sapfyre: You were busy in a dungeon with Unknown SupermanYoosung★: So??? SupermanYoosung★: We were just killing time while I waited for you! SupermanYoosung★: weren’t you bored? Sapfyre: I fished? SupermanYoosung★: I rolled my eyes sooo hard just then SupermanYoosung★: Let’s get on with today’s missions! Sapfyre: Yes Sir! SupermanYoosung★: How was your toast Sapfyre: I don’t have any bread Sapfyre: I ended up making bacon and eggs Sapfyre: I’m on coffee #4 SupermanYoosung★: You know SupermanYoosung★: I’m in this coffee making club at my school SupermanYoosung★: I’ve been practicing latte art Sapfyre: Wow Sapfyre: My schools tiny Sapfyre: Really only clubs is like a drawing, crafts, sculpting, dance, drama and things like that SupermanYoosung★: Those sound fun, you join any? Sapfyre: I started class this week. It’s my first year of college SupermanYoosung★: Wow I’m going into my third year Sapfyre: Oh you must be older than me then SupermanYoosung★: I turned 22 in March Sapfyre: I’m a baby Sapfyre: I’m only just turned 20 SupermanYoosung★: I’m so used to being the baby of my friend group SupermanYoosung★: It’s kinda nice being older than someone for once SupermanYoosung★: One of my friends is 29 nearly 30! Sapfyre: You must have a wide variety of friends Sapfyre: ^^ SupermanYoosung★: Ya! SupermanYoosung★: But the ones closest to me in age are the ones you’ve met here SupermanYoosung★: So naturally we became the closest in terms of friendship SupermanYoosung★: Though I’m pretty close to this other guy who is 26 SupermanYoosung★: What about you? SupermanYoosung★: What are your friends like? Hyuna frowned looking to the side sadly. She remembered the variety of friends she had up until high school. She was a loner now, and the idea of telling this stranger that she considered him her only friend was depressing. What was wrong with a little white lie? After all, they were only internet friends. No need to seem needy or pathetic. Sapfyre: They’re great! Sapfyre: We all kinda went our separate ways after high school Sapfyre: But we all stay in contact on social media ^^ A stray tear escaped and rolled silently down her cheek. Hyuna wiped it taking a deep breath. At least he couldn’t see her, see what a bad liar she was in actuality. SupermanYoosung★: That’s good SupermanYoosung★: Plus you’ll meet more people with the same interests as you at school! How was this guy so optimistic about literally everything! The forced smile turned genuine as she took a sip of her coffee. Sapfyre: Well I did meet you too Sapfyre: We are friends right? SupermanYoosung★: Hell ya we are! SupermanYoosung★: you almost finished? Ready to crawl a dungeon? Sapfyre: Sure! Sapfyre: Want some cooked fish? Sapfyre: I have plenty~ SupermanYoosung★: hahaha SupermanYoosung★: No thanks Sapfyre: Saying no to a gift coming from the deepest part of my heart! Sapfyre: I’m crushed Yoosung. SupermanYoosung★: Maybe I could take one fish >-> SupermanYoosung★: Just sell the rest to the NPC SupermanYoosung★: Wait! His Avatar ran over to her and offered a trade. SupermanYoosung★: I have the money from your potions! SupermanYoosung★: Here!!! Hyuna accepted her money back blinking. Okay so HackerGod hadn’t been wrong, she really did low ball herself out of some money earlier. She would really have to study the trade and sales part of the game, she couldn’t keep having Yoosung do it.  She quickly threw 99 cooked fish over to his inventory before opting out of the trade screen. Sapfyre: Thank you~ Sapfyre: Sorry to keep bothering you for something simple SupermanYoosung★: I don’t mind SupermanYoosung★: I like helping you out Sapfyre: You’re like a literal ball of sunshine! Sapfyre: Like you’re so amazing! Sapfyre: I’ll stop SupermanYoosung★: No keep going SupermanYoosung★: Don’t stop complimenting on my account Sapfyre: Oh and the ego grows. SupermanYoosung★: I think you’re pretty great too though SupermanYoosung★: And tbh it makes me happy that I can help you and teach you the game Sapfyre: Mr. Sunshine over here SupermanYoosung★: Haha Sapfyre: I’m really glad you slid into my dm’s Sapfyre: I hadn’t even been in the game for 5 minutes when you messages >-< SupermanYoosung★: Seriously? SupermanYoosung★: Well enough being mushy SupermanYoosung★: We are gonna tackle a level 20 boss a few times for its rare drop! Sapfyre: Cool beans Sapfyre: I might be able to do something! SupermanYoosung★: Whooo-Hooo SupermanYoosung★:  Progressing!! The entire day passed and stars came out while the duo played their game. Hyuna yawned rubbing her drying and strained eyes watching the avatars move about the screen together. They were headed back to guildhall where Yoosung was gonna put some items in the free to grab box in case someone in the guild needed them. The items where various monsters drop but didn’t sell for much. When she suggested putting her cooked fish in there Yoosung told her everyone would end up leaving the guild. Everyone has more cooked fish then they knew what to do with. She couldn’t help but laugh at how insulting cooked fish seemed to be to everyone on the server. SupermanYoosung★: I’ll be AFK SupermanYoosung★: I should shower >-< Sapfyre: Okay! Sapfyre: I’ll go cook more fish Sapfyre: Enjoy your shower! SupermanYoosung★: More Fish! SupermanYoosung★: Haha okay brb. More busywork it was! Heading down the street running past the busy town square she was on a mission. There was a daily field where you could harvest crops, so she decided to stop there first before heading to the fishing spot. After about half an hour, Yoosung logged back in and her heart racing in her chest. SupermanYoosung★:  Hate to do this SupermanYoosung★:  But a friend of mine showed up SupermanYoosung★:  I guess I’ll be off for the night Hyuna frowned feeling utterly disappointed. Logically she had been playing with him all day. It made sense that he would want some actual human interaction during his weekend. Smiling in defeat she replied. Sapfyre: Have fun! Sapfyre: I’ll be on tomorrow sometime Sapfyre: We can pick up where we left off then! SupermanYoosung★:  sure Thing ^^ SupermanYoosung★:  Have a good night! Sapfyre: You too~ Just like that, he was gone, and Hyuna looked around her empty apartment sighing to herself. She might as well draw or something now that she was free. Swiftly she logged out of LOLOL and grabbed her tablet.

[polar-stars]

Some Incorrect Quote Madness

[Lola pays Takayuki to get rid of a hornet nest]

Lola: I put some tools he needs, and if he chooses correctly he will conquer it.

Kimiko : And if he doesn’t?

Lola : He will die.

-

Ayano: I’m gonna say the s word.

Ayano: Shit.

Kei: WHAT THE FUUUCK DONT SAY THAT!

Takayuki: STOP FUCKING SWEARING!

-

Suzume: How can I put this… Murder.. it’s just not cool!

Akio: I agree, Hojo-san, ok? No one is saying murder is cool, okay?

Shigeo: I’ll take [rips ninja star out of a fresh corpse] that!

Akio: …OK, maybe him, a little bit…

Suzume, wanders after Shigeo: Hey now, that’s enough, mister!

-

Kimiko: You suck.

Masashi: Insubordination!

Kimiko: Sir, you suck, Sir.

-

Shigeo: Aren’t you sugar and spice and everything nice.

Suzume: Well, aren’t you rudeness and sarcasm and everything… uh…

Shigeo: No, go on. You find something that rhymes with sarcasm and makes sense, and I’ll take the fall tonight.

-

Kimiko: I’ve been feeling kind of sluggish lately.

Hiraku: I like slugs.

-

[confronted by an angry, bellowing bull]

Hideyoshi, whispering: I’ve got a plan.

Daisuke: What is it?

Hideyoshi: Uh, well… uh, you… pet him.

Daisuke: Yeah…

Hideyoshi: And I’ll… RUN.

Daisuke: Oh, well, thanks a lot!

-

Shigeo: You look happy. Let me guess, your sandwich fell on the floor at the restaurant, and they gave it to you for free.

Kimiko: No. Can you do that? Why doesn’t everyone just drop their sandwiches on the floor?

Shigeo: I was trying to insult you.

Kimiko: And instead you gave me an amazing life-hack.

-

Suzume: If a guy calls you ‘princess’ in a condescending matter, assert your newly appointed royal status and have him beheaded.

-

Hiroshi: I love your heart shaped sunglasses, they’re very festive.

Hideyoshi: I’m in love.

Hiroshi: With who?

Hideyoshi: Myself.

-

Kiyoko, to Masashi: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Momo, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever?

-

Shigeo: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

-

Noboru: Look, I am going to be frank.

Hiraku: Okay, can I still be Hiraku?

-

Lola: Me, I’m a person of action. You have to act first and apologize later. Like I have learned to do.

Mona: You never apologize.

Lola: I would if I had ever been wrong.

-

Hideyoshi: Alcohol tastes better when you’re underage because the secret ingredient is crime.

-

Suzume: What do you want? You want to kill me?

Shigeo: You really think I’m that boring? I’m a person of far more vision than simple murder.

-

Chieko: Boy, Kawashima, I’d love to tell you what I think of you. But I’m too much of a lady to use that kind of language in public.

Hideyoshi: I appreciate that.

Chieko: BUT WAIT TILL I GET YOU HOME!

-

Suzume: [throws shoe at Shigeo]

Shigeo: HOW DID YOU GET YOUR SHOE OFF THAT FAST?

Takayuki: They don’t call her Fast Shoe Off Suzu for nothin’.

Suzume: No one calls me that.

Takayuki: They should.

-

Kaori: I know we’ve always had this unspoken rivalry.

Kimiko: It’s not a rivalry, you’re just always mean to me. And it’s not unspoken, you talk about it all the time.

-

Hiraku: When have I done anything rash or irresponsible?

Noboru: I keep a list. It’s alphabetized.

-

Kazuo: Are you a big spoon or a little spoon?

Takayuki: I’m a knife.

Suzume, from across the room: He’s a little spoon.

-

Hideyoshi: We have fun, don’t we?

Chieko: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.

-

Noboru: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Shigeo: Hey, Yukihira, how tall are you?

-

Kimiko: See, Hayama-san, the way this whole friendship thing works is you have to tell each other the deep stuff.

Kaori: The deep stuff? Uh oh. Like what?

Kimiko: Like… what’s your favorite color?

Kaori: Now you’ve stepped over the line.

-

Suzume: Before you say no-

Noboru: No.

Suzume: But I haven’t even told you yet.

Noboru: I’m sticking with no.

-

Umino: Hello, Boss. Make anybody cry today? Shigeo: Sadly, no, but it’s only 4:30.

-

Takayuki: Sorry, I lost my cool for a second.

Lola: You can’t lose something you never had.

-

Hiraku: Am I right, Eizan?

Shigeo: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.

-

Yasu: It’s hard being the mom friend sometimes, but I love my friends and that’s what matters-

Hideyoshi: Ibusaki! I tried to make ramen in the coffee pot and I broke everything!

-

Hiraku, to Kimiko: First of all, you’re throwing too many big words at me. Because I don’t understand them, I’m gonna take them as disrespect.

-

Masashi, to Shigeo: We don’t use bad words in this house.

Kei, in the distance: FUCK!

-

Mika: Please. Picking locks is my specialty.

Mika: [throws brick through window]

Mika: Okay, let’s go!

Hiroshi:

-

Yamada: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong?

Umino: Strong.

Koharu: Weak.

Shigeo: You’re an idiot, that’s what you are.

-

Emi: So, what’s that Yoshida Koharu like? Itsuki: If Hannibal Lecter and Freddy Krueger had a lovechild, that kid would be afraid of Yoshida-senpai.

-

Suzume: Must you always attack me with words?

Shigeo: You want me to use rocks?

-

Kiyoko: Surgery is just stabbing someone to life.

Noboru: Please never become a surgeon.

-

Shigeo: Yukihira can’t read a book.

Hiraku: I can read a book!

Shigeo: Name three books you’ve read.

Hiraku: Boogie Bear, Boogie Bear II and Boogie Bear III: The Return of Boogie Bear.

-

Ran: We’re not going to burn it.

Takayuki: Come on, Ran-san. You never let me burn anything.

-

Itsuki: I’m going to die!

Emi: Think positive, Itsuki!

Itsuki: I’m going to die quickly!

-

Yamada: Bro, I want to live in your socks.

Umino: What the fuck, bro?

Yamada: So I can be with you every step of the way.

Umino: [close to tears] Bro?

Yamada: Bro.

-

Hiroshi: Kawashima, be charming, but not too charming.

Hideyoshi: That’s like asking Superman not to be too super.

-

Kei: But still, isn’t that taking advantage of people?

Etsuya: I see nothing wrong with taking advantage of the stupid.

Shigeo: That’s why we have stupid people.

-

A Random: Sorry, are you in charge here?

Lola: I’m Nakiri Lola, I’m in charge everywhere.

-

Itsuki: [holding his breath]

Emi, timing: Holy crap, 4 minutes!

Itsuki: [exhales] The trick is not caring if you live or die.

-

Suzume: It’s moments like these that I’ll never forget.

Noboru: With a good therapist, hopefully I will.

-

Kimiko: Lola just created a group chat called Nakiri Lola’s Surprise Party and then left the group

Hideyoshi: I’m feeling a lot of emotions…but mostly respect

-

Kimiko: You know, money can’t buy you happiness.

Shigeo: No. But it can buy me a jet ski and I’ve never seen anybody looking sad on one of those.

-

Daisuke, looking at the camera after Hideyoshi does something stupid: Do you ever look at your best friend who you've known your whole life, been through thick and thin, shared your whole life with them, and think, "I'd just love to fucking knock you out?"

-

Kiyoko: Ran-chan, how do I get revenge on people who've betrayed me?

Ran: Oh, Kiyoko-san, the best revenge is letting go and living well!

Kiyoko:

Kiyoko: Shigeo-kun, how do I--

-

Hideyoshi: As your best friend-

Yasu: Chi-chan’s my best friend.

Hideyoshi: AS YOUR BEST FRIEND

-

Suzume: I love this picture of our friends, we look so happy!

Akio: Where's Hiraku-sama?

Suzume: We hadn't met him yet, that's why we were so happy.

-

Akio: I did a bad thing, a bad, bad terrible thing!

Shigeo: Does it affect me?

Akio: No...

Shigeo: Then suffer in silence.

[thetoolswetook]

21/8/18

In Glorious Memory Of The Love I Lost

Another begrudged, Lap of the sun

On the outside we’re fine, We’re just two miserable magpies.

I remember the crack in your voice when you said “I’m leaving”. Just another person that left me behind

This Dream Of Mine (Dramamine?)

I remember it all. The rise. The fall. I remember it all. The climb. The crawl. I remember the ————

It’s the death and the birth. For better or worse.

Sick and tired. Sick of crying.

I think I’ve lost my mind. Where has it gone? I’ve been missing things for so long

I thought you were a magpie, turns out you are a crow. One for sorrow, two for joy. Now I’m all alone.

The Last Letter

To the moment I sleep, from the second I wake, I dwell on my mistakes

But you always cared

I’ve stared at these paper walls for so long

When I look back on my life, From my deathbed I hope the love of my life, Is someone I haven’t yet met.

You don’t want to make me well. You just want to know what makes me sick.

Mourning Song / Celebration Song

The side of the bed where you once slept is cold as hell

I am not defined by the illness in my mind

I lie awake at night thinking of all the days I’ve wasted

Still got my heart in a birdcage

Those days Maybe weeks Maybe months Made me weak

All of the pain that we harbour I wish we were kids in the garden Not just skeletal targets

Spill my guts So sick of love So sick of

I’m All out of rhyme All out of rhythm All out of time

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I lie awake in bed at night thinking of all the days I’ve wasted All my shortcomings All the things I could’ve done The man I wanted to be The man that I sadly become The time that I spent licking my wounds rather than bettering myself I lie awake in bed at night, every single night

Give up on me Like everybody else Even myself

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I remember the sun and how it I remember how young

I remember it all - The rise, the fall. I remember it all - The climb, the crawl. I remember the way the world fell at our feet, The way you lived your life for me. And how you felt unsure. I remember it all.

I remember the moon

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And now my body shudders every time I hear your name. I know not of a love like ours; We’re chained.

Was it a magnetic field, or gravity, that brought you back to me?

When you walked in the room, how was I to know, That we were sat together, like blood in the snow?

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I am alone in how I feel. Until I meet someone who longs for a love they will eventually burn, out of boredom, for the sake of warmth, I always will be. And maybe on that day, we can fall in love with each other. Sit in the dark holding our matches. Eagerly anticipating and dreading the warmth.

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Carpe Diem

Seize the day before you seize to a halt and cease to exist. All the things that I’ve seen.

There’s so much beauty and love. Have you had enough? There’s so much poetry to this… Have you had your fix?

We’re a long time dead, my friend.

Have you lived enough? You heart is heavy… Is your soul full of love? I know it’s hard sometimes, but we survive in the eyes and the minds, of the ones we love. Our hearts are buried, while our souls float above. So live your life, while you have life left. Carpe diem; We’re a long time dead.

Was it terminal? Was it external? Were you ready or not? All the different things that lead to our sufferings.

When he takes me with his wings, I shall not feel a thing. On the day that I die, I’ll meet death with delight. The things that I share are the things that I find, and now I am survived in the parables I write.

Ask not about our granted days. For you’ll grow to fear the hands of time and their devastating weight. Ask not about our granted days, And don’t be bitter if heaven won’t let you in.

As you rest your gaze on the yawning abyss; Do you believe there’s more than this?

Have you lived enough? You heart is heavy, is your soul full of love? I know it’s hard sometimes, but we survive in the eyes and the minds, of the ones we love. Our hearts are buried, while our souls float above. So live your life, while you have life left. Carpe diem; We’re a long time dead.

Even the flowers on our graves will rot someday. Though we can’t be saved, our memories remain, when we’re laid to Rest.

___________ It’s safe to say that you are mine. A Songbird To A Morning Sunrise

Every Thorn

Part Of My Love

Nothing But Your Love

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The way we thought. The things you’d seen. They live on inside of me.

Every day I thank god I can sing Every day I sing about you

Let Me Learn To Love You

Bury your head in the sand, as I bury my head in my hands

Live and die in black and white

You keep putting salt in the chip on my shoulder

My little luna, I’m blinded by your reflection

Young and in love, I’m adolescent and sad

Liability / Liar

We sit together like blood in the snow.

Stories From A Pilgrim

Sacred Blue

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Just so you know, I swallowed every bow, That tied me to you

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Passive passion

I’m not who you want I’m not who you need Exhausted, by it all

Being on this earth made your soul fragile - I hope you made it out

Holding Absence - Bone Music

Lilly white

And if I have to break my heart, to share it with you, I will

When you cross my mind, I beam with pride

Her/Hurt

I bite a chunk of skin off my bottom lip, For every word I never said, but wished I did

I only often speak about death, Because I love my family and my friends, And I’m scared of their lives coming to an end. So I guess it’s just my way of not being able to forget.

A pedestal to you is a gallows to I.

You’ve given up on yourself

Teach me how to love, Or fill me up, With lots of drugs, Till I am stuffed. Hopefully that will be enough.

Every time I sing you to sleep, My troubles subtlely dilate. You think it’s beautiful, more or less, But between the cracks in my voice, I’m crying for help.

Though I’m exhausted, I try not to sleep through the days, Because I hate the thought of you seeing the look on my face, when I’m dreaming of a better place, And painfully, miserably, I must awake.

I have spent years of my life, feeling guilty, For being ill behind this white picket fence But everybody bleeds differently, I’ll use that as my defence. Whether a disease is noticeably killing you on the outside, Or it’s just a minor fault of the chemicals inside your mind. That’s fine. The degree of your suffering is something I cannot define. Still, I hope you’ll heal in time. I find it hard to shoulder burdens far less heavy than some, and sit awake at night telling them “It’s okay to be numb”, when maybe in your shoes I would simply just crumble - But in the eyes of our issues it’s so important to stay humble. No matter who you are - Where you are or what you do. We’re similarly different… That much is true. Our key similarity also holds us apart: The dull numb ache of our beating hearts. So, now you know; You’re never alone. And in that knowledge, I hope you find hope.

Acid test

Like Home

Hide your ghost in my shadow

Mourning Song

You were there when I was alone, I just need to let you know, every word that I had said I had truly meant. I hope you know

And now I’m as alone, as I’ve always felt

If I could look into your eyes for the rest of my life, or walk the whole entire world with your hand in mine, I would never be ready die.

How I wish I was someone else. Someone far away.

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The train whistles you below

The Rosemary March

Like an arrow, sewn into a quiver. It’s in my marrow. It’s in my liver.

Helped me out of a hole

I’ve been waiting to hear God’s voice, be it in passing or depth. Maybe I’ll wait forever, because the devil made me deaf.

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