#sad though that.....

[sigmadolos]

@nonhumen​​ said: " i said i would get you out alive. "  a calm voice replies from the elevator as sigma is kicked to the safety of solid ground. dazai's eyes are bright, a smile of content on his face as the elevator plunges down.  " i'll leave the rest to you. "  (give me the sigma commentary PLS)

   Was this how he died? Falling. He supposed that was how it was set from the beginning, wasn’t it? The angel with broken wings, plunging to the ground below. Like a modern Icarus, where height and ocean both sought to kill. But there would only be the hard ground to meet him. And there would be nothing of him. The world already thought he was dead other than those inside this prison. What difference did it make where an angel fell? He still fell.

   What?

   His eyes widen when he hears the calm voice in his ear. Impossibly calm considering what all was happening. What did that mea-

   Sigma suddenly feels the force from Dazai that sends him hurling out of the cage. Maybe his wings aren’t shattered beyond uselessness, because he feels himself fly for a moment and hit hard, but dry!, ground. But there is no Dazai that follows. Only haunting words and an even more haunting expression. Why was he smiling like that?

   “  DAZAI !  “  The name shreds his throat as he screams before he can even realize he has, and he scrambles to peer over the edge. Surely Dazai has a plan, right? The elevator will stop any second, and Dazai will crawl out and laugh at his expression. Because that is just something Dazai would do, like the lunatic and genius he was. And then Sigma would......what? Smack him? Hug him? Both, most likely.

   But the elevator doesn’t stop. It plunges into the darkness below to his horror until he can only hear the grating of metal as it freefalls. He holds his breath, but there is nothing. No miracle that appears. This prison is where miracles die in silence. Unanswered and unheard. But...surely...?

“  I’ll leave the rest to you.  “

   Water drips from Sigma’s hair as he stares into the abyss below. 

   “  Why?  “  It’s a hushed, weak whisper into the darkness as his hands clench the edge of the platform while he hangs his head. Dazai shouldn’t have. He should have left Sigma behind and saved himself. Hadn’t Sigma just proved he wasn’t useful? He would have died there if it wasn’t for Dazai. Why was Dazai putting so much faith in him? He’d done nothing to deserve that or earn that faith. He wasn’t a genius, he wasn’t powerful. He’d FAILED. So why-?

The answer comes with a shocking clarity.

   “  I said I would get you out alive.  “

   SIgma’s lips tremble slightly as the thought sinks in. Yes, Dazai had said that. But...Sigma hadn’t thought he’d actually MEANT it. Maybe alive until his usefulness (whatever THAT was) had ran out. No further. Sigma was already prepared to die inside these walls, nameless and forgotten by the rest of the world. Dazai had no reason to keep his word. He had no OBLIGATION to. If Sigma died, no one would be any the wiser. They all thought he was dead as it was. If anything, he was a burden to Dazai. And Dazai had....saved him? Because of some silly little words? Words that Sigma hadn’t even believed, because so many people had said such promising words to him in the past only to use and discard and abandon him. He expected Dazai to be yet another one of those people.

   But he hadn’t.

   He’d kept his word.

    ..........He hadn’t even asked anything of Sigma. It wasn’t a deal. It wasn’t sigma’s life for his ability or doing a certain specified task. Dazai had just...kept his word because he’d said it. The realization stuns Sigma, horror and grief given pause in the face of such shock. No one....had ever done that.... 

   It hurts. His heart feels like it’s being eaten alive and shredded by the cruel teeth of beasts. Fyodor.....Nikolai.....and now Dazai too. Funny how just hours ago he’d have happily done anything asked against him, because Dazai was the enemy. But who was enemy and ally had changed and blurred and twisted beyond recognition. His heart bled with emotions - but there was an unexpected blade of loss. As infuriating as Dazai had been at times....He’d also saved Sigma several times. He’d been there for him. He’d sacrificed more useful tools just to, what,  save Sigma? Someone he didn’t even know. Someone who was by all accounts the enemy.

   Dazai was a genius. What good would Sigma do? He wasn’t even the target but would it cease now or would he still be a wounded bird trying to escape cat claws?

“  I’ll leave the rest to you.  “

   His chest hurts, each breath of precious oxygen helping but also making the pain harder to swallow. 

   “  Okay.  “  Sigma speaks softly into the silent darkness, his voice trembling slightly as he leans back and stands up from the edge.  “  Okay.  I’ll take care of the rest.  “  What, exactly, the rest was, Sigma had no idea. But he wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. Dazai had saved him at his own cost, and sitting here was doing nothing for either of them beyond wasting time and the chance Dazai gave him.  Sigma wasn’t Fyodor, and he wasn’t Dazai. He had to at least try though. At least if he died, it was fighting tooth and claw. Maybe it wouldn’t be enough, but he could say he tried.

   Sigma lingers a moment, swallowing the lump in his throat before turning way to walk down the hallway.  I said I would get you out alive. I’ll leave the rest to you. Words that Sigma sank his claws into and tucked under his ribcage, close to his heart as he moved forwards.

[0ffbeatqueer]

This is my new favourite headline I've seen all year lmaooo

[halorvic]

[frostedpuffs]

HAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[pangur-and-grim]

I think he likes me

[opikiquu]

[egophiliac]

giving the people what they want (jokes about spreadsheets)

anyway, Twst continues to prove that it is aimed at me specifically by giving us not one, but now TWO extended scenes of characters being incredibly difficult about signing an NDA. you just don't get this anywhere else.

[yuzuuu4]

happy early valentines please come to penacony with us

[technically-human]

When the ghost who read to you as you died activates all of your Must Protect instincts

[marf244]

Finally played and finished Red Dead 2, my heart is now broken so I drew some lads

[ayanathedork]

Don't Worry

[the-phantom-peach]

warmup zelly 💕

[wardingshout]

Zelda goes mushroom girl

[phantobats]

they've got that kind of sadness to them that you only see in eastern european gay porn.

[deadsetobsessions]

Writing Prompt… kind of? Definitely write more if you want but this was a cute little “fic starter” that popped into my mind.

——

Danny didn’t know the first thing about art. This is an important fact.

“Sam, why am I even here?”

“Suck it up, Casper.”

“The show or the school?” Danny privately thought Casper the Friendly Ghost was the best thing to have come around. It did wonders for improving relations between Amity and inhabitants of the Zone.

Sam smacked him on the arm. “You know which one. You’re just here to be the normie judge. You don’t need to know anything about art.”

“Everyone here is like an art acolyte or something, Sam! I’m an engineering newb in a room full of people with art PhDs!”

Sam rolled her eyes and checked her manicures. “If you call Fenton Works newb level, then the rest of the world would be Neanderthals. Seriously that’s why you’re here. The art’s gotta appeal to the untrained eyes too. I trust your judgement.”

Danny gave in. “Thanks, Sam. That means a lot.” He followed after Sam but after a moment, he whined, “But couldn’t you have taken Tucker? Dude’s got four untrained eyes!”

“He’s busy with his internship. And you were already in Gotham.”

They reach the exhibition, Sam and Danny being welcomed in. Sam’s parents, while not the richest of the rich, were known art connoisseurs and respected people in the communities that dotted around the world. On top of being the descendants of the man that invented the deli toothpick cellophane twirling device, that is. Sam was standing in their place today- begrudgingly- because they’d promised to pay for an entire month of Gotham architecture tours and a trip to Japan. After all, Sam had much of their knowledge too. If anyone could say anything about the Masons, it was that they were passionate in their chosen field. L

“The contestants are in the room next door. The judge panel is beginning.” The person at the door informed them. He gave them a slip of paper and a pen to mark their choices in each field. Danny breathed a sigh of relief and began wandering around.

After he wandered between the oil paintings- “oo, this one. Reason why… the vibes are nostalgic. I like it.”- and the various depictions of a specific ship, Danny was pulled to a stop by his core reaching out. He looked up and what he saw took his breath away.

It was just a photo.

But it felt like he was there, on that rooftop, crouched among the shadows and watching the early rays of muffled light hit the tops of his city. His core thrummed. It felt like protection. It felt like he was being fulfilled, like Danny was once more becoming Phantom and that he was watching over this city he’s beginning to understand.

Danny, almost fevered, scribbled down the name [A Robin’s Nest- by Tim Drake] as his number one choice to win the contest over all. And, at least, to win the first in the photography division.

——

“Oh, Ancients, are you okay?”

Danny had wandered around in the interim as the votes were tallied. He hadn’t been paying attention when he smacked into a little kid that could have been his little brother.

“Uhm. I’m good.”

Danny helped the kid up. “I’m Danny. I’m sorry I smacked into you. Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

“Yeah. I’m Timothy Drake. I’m good.”

Danny’s smile widened in shock. “Like the photographer? Oh, wow! I really loved that photo! It was amazing! It felt like I was up there with the vigilantes!”

As he spoke, Danny glanced around for the kid’s designated adults. Hm. That’s odd. Everyone and their parental figure was accounted for.

“Oh.” Timothy flushed. “Thanks! I hoped the judges liked it too.”

Danny smiled, a small secretive thing. “Oh, I’m sure they will. Will you tell me more about your photography?”

“Oh, if you want!”

——

[ttoya]

Todoroki Touya ✩ Dabi

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