#that scratchscratchscratch sound

[riddlesnap]

Δ = playing with their hair. / jon, of course, while drinking and looking at him with hearteyes

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Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. Edward's tongue pokes out again as he takes his pen to paper, sketching away like a madman possessed as devilish inspiration takes him by the reins. The idea of a new deathtrap suddenly came to mind, one even more devious than his previous creations thanks to a conversation he and Jonathan were having. Of course it couldn't wait. The idea would be gone if he didn't act upon it now and Edward busies himself, nose almost touching paper as he adds intricate details to the paper. Jonathan doesn't seem to mind. If he ever does he never speaks about it, seemingly content to just spend time in Edward's vicinity. Edward lets him stay; it's not like he's a bother and was occasionally helpful, fetching the right tool and in this situation, an idea too good to pass up. Scratch. Scratch. Scratchscratchscratch. He sketches faster now, details becoming less fine as he continues chasing the idea; Jon's presence is almost forgotten were it not for the long fingers playing with his hair, the older man hovering extremely close even for him. To Edward however, he's an overseer, watching their idea come to life if only on paper for now. The scratching of pen upon paper seems to mirror the movement of Jon's fingers through his hair, Edward humming softly as he dimly focuses on the sensation. It's actually kind of pleasant, even though it must have been a few days since Edward last showered but Jon hardly seems to mind, peering over his shoulder down at the diagram - or maybe he was looking at Edward's face? It's hard to tell when he's in the zone. More scratching. Edward ceases humming and cranes his stiff neck only to realize Jon was making the exact same sound and finally the younger man notices how close Jonathan actually is, lips mere inches away from his ear. His breath feels warm, fanning across Edward's cheek and the younger man can smell the alcohol upon it. Did Jon ever stop drinking? Well, as long as he didn't start screaming or throwing his fists, Edward didn't mind too much even if Jon did get all sorts of touchy-feely the more he nursed from his bottle. Hm, touchy. It's not exactly a bad feeling now that Edward thinks about it, feeling oddly relaxed despite the mad spell that had taken him earlier. He glances down at the paper he was drawing upon. It's full of circles, scrawled all over the original sketch and trailing off by an invisible breeze that has him laughing softly in disbelief. How in the hell had that happened? Ordinarily he'd be angry at what he'd done but tonight he just feels... calm. Unusually relaxed even. Jonathan's still playing with his hair, the man practically draped over the back of his seat as though he's some great lanky housecat having made himself feel right at home. It some ways, the idea wasn't that far from the truth; Jon had been spending a good deal of time here lately. More surprising was the fact that Edward found himself missing those fingers when the other man finally pulled away, the ex-psychiatrist now peering down at Edward with rapt attention in those blue eyes of his. "What do you make of it, Jon?" Edward said, reclining in his seat until he felt an arm - or something like it behind him, he can't quite tell what. He's practically caged in at this point but it hardly matters so long as he has company, the kind of company that saw just as much value in his work as he saw in his own.

[codegeassfacts]

Code Geass Bokura no Hibi 7 & 8 // Novels // Non Canon

Here is the third set of Bokura No Hibis novels ; For more information about those, Check the post For Bokura no Hibi 1 & 2, right below (Check the others stories as well !)

Bokura no Hibi 1 & 2

Bokura no Hibi 3 & 4

Bokura no Hibi 5 & 6

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Bokura No hibi 7 : 7th period of time (After Stage 6)

*Scratchscratchscratch. Scratchscratchscratch...*

(T/N: "Karikarikari" = sound of pen writing on paper = "scratchscratch")

Milly: Uuu...

Muahh! I can't take it anymore! No more paperwork!

Lelouch: Don't throw your pen please, kaichou. Also, please don't discard your work either. (T/N: This works better in Japanese, because of the "nageru" wordplay. "pen wo nageru" (throw a pen) and "shigoto wo nageru" (to abandon your work halfway) both uses the same "nageru". Confused? Doesn't matter, this isn't important anyway.)

Milly: Oh, be quiet. In the first place, why do we have to deal with the club expenses all over again at this time of the year!? (T/N: Usually it's done in April, I think; she's implying that it should have been over and done with; why redo everything now?)

Lelouch: Isn't it because you gave all our supplementary budget away without thinking?

Milly: It's all your fault, Lelouch.

Lelouch: How does that work?

Milly: Well, it's all because you gave such a strange cry and chased after Arthur that I couldn't help thinking, "Something's up here. We have to catch it!". See, in a game of tag, the important thing is the number of participants.

Lelouch: (coldly) The budget for club activities isn't for you to use in order to mobilize people on a whim.

Milly: That's what my grandfather said too. And here I thought Lelouch's mask will finally be stripped away! What a waste.

Lelouch: (quietly) Actually, the fact that I'm wearing a mask would be the bigger scandal...

Milly: I think both Kallen and Suzaku have it too...

Lelouch: Have what?

Milly: Sheep's clothing.

Lelouch: ... It's not nice to look into things like that.

Milly: But sti~ll, isn't it precisely because you've become friends that you start to want to know? You know, the person's true nature, things like that.

Lelouch: What do you intend to do after you find out?

Milly: Once I find out, I can be their ally.

Lelouch: You, kaichou?

Milly: Hey, I'm a strong lady. Besides, I have some authority and power.

Lelouch: It's because you stay by his or her side even without knowing anything, that you can be friends... Maybe that's the way it works in some cases.

Milly: Hmm? That sounds kind of heartfelt.

Lelouch: Don't you have it too, kaichou? Sheep's clothing.

Milly: Oh, I do, plenty of them. I'm like an onion now; under all these peelable layers are the real goods, smooth and glossy~ Fufu <3, would you like to see? (T/N: Milly and her perverted way of saying things again...)

Lelouch: No, not really.

Milly: Tsk, you never let your guard down~

Lelouch: I could say the same about you. ... I've got all the necessary documents now, so I'm off to the bank to clear things up.

Milly: Oh, wait. Kallen and Suzaku are out shopping for a two-person PC. While you're at it, go meet up with them and settle the payment for that one too. (T/N: Two-person PC = literally, "a PC to be used by 2 people". Does that exist? Eh?)

Lelouch: Understood. I'll be going then.

Milly: Be careful not to get attacked by bank robbers~

Lelouch: At this day and age, bank robbers exist only on TV.

Milly POV: It goes without saying no one expected what was to happen next. Who would have thought such a mindless joke would actually come true...

((To be continued in next month's "Sound Episode Newtype SPECIAL: The Third Reason"))

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Translation notes:

Kaichou = (student council) president = what the Student Council calls Milly (except Nina, IIRC); I left it as kaichou because "president" sounds awkward.

There is a reference to the cat-chasing episode; for those who've forgotten, Milly promised a kiss from a student council member as well as an increase in the club budget for extracurricular activities for those who manage to catch Arthur before Lelouch does.

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Bokura No Hibi 8 : 8th period of Time (Before Stage 9)

Shirley: Hmm, I wonder if there's anyone in the Student Council Room who isn't busy right now... let's see. (T/N: "Gacha" -- sound of door opening)

Oh, there is.

Hey, Lulu.

Lelouch: ............... snore ...... (T/N: He's not exactly snoring; "su--" is a general noise used to show that someone is sleeping. I... don't think there's a proper English equivalent, but I could be wrong. Anyone?)

Shirley: LULU!

Lelouch: (wakes up) Oh hey, Shirley. What's wrong?

Shirley: You were napping again?

Lelouch: No, I was just absorbed in my thoughts.

Shirley: You were napping, weren't you.

Lelouch: I wasn't. I was carefully considering the reshuffling of the club budgets.

Shirley: ... Whatever you say. Hey, I'd like you to help me out with something. You're not doing anything at the moment, right?

Lelouch: Depends on how important it is.

Shirley: There's something I'd like to have done before Arthur's welcoming party.

Lelouch: I still have serious doubts on whether such a welcoming party is at all necessary, but anyway, what is it?

Shirley: A bath. Arthur's.

Lelouch: Whoops, I nearly forgot -- there's a re-rerun of "The Roughneck Duke Part 24" today. Gotta run. (T/N: "Abarenbou Koushaku" -- a parody of the popular 1978 series "Abarenbou Shogun", I think)

Shirley: Wait just a minute! Couldn't you have come up with a better excuse to refuse?

Lelouch: Why do I have to shampoo a mongrel cat? You should ask Suzaku to do it.

Shirley: That won't work. Arthur'll just be all the more unmanageable and Suzaku-kun will end up with bite wounds all over. I get the feeling that if it's Lulu, Arthur may actually take to you.

Lelouch: This isn't a joke. I'm absolutely against it.

Shirley: ... Lulu ... you don't like cats?

Lelouch: You've got that right. They're selfish creatures and difficult to please; if you call them they turn away with their noses in the air instead. Plus all they do is sleep.

Shirley: (mutter) Aren't you describing yourself.......... ?

Lelouch: What?

Shirley: Oh, it's nothing.

Well, forget it. I'll just ask Suzaku-kun tomorrow.

Lelouch: Wait.

Shirley: Eh?

Lelouch: Didn't you say Suzaku will end up with bite wounds all over?

Shirley: Scratches too, I should think. But since this is Suzaku we're talking about, I'm sure he'll be happy to help out all the same.

Lelouch: ............... I understand. Although I'm extremely unwilling, if all you need is my help then I'm not one to say no.

Shirley: Oh no, it's fine. I can't very well force you to do something you don't like. Sorry about that, Lulu. Don't worry about it.

Lelouch: Oh just hand me the cat shampoo already. I'll wash, disinfect, and get rid of all the fleas, ticks and loose fur all in one go. You won't be able to find any fault when I'm done. Now where's Arthur?

Shirley: Lulu, look forward to Arthur's welcoming party, alright?

Lelouch: Hmm? Why?

Shirley: It's nothing. (laugh)

((END))

Translation by out Translation Queen, Celiss Galvea

[boundbyeruslight]

Sleepy little safe in a warm basket in Nolofinwë’s study as he works.

Dark eyes blinked slowly at the scrwtchy sound. Rubbing it's nose on the soft skin of Safe Nolo it had tsken to basket it took in the scent. Scratchscratchscratch. Churring it reached one tiny clawed foot to the edge of the basket. Sounded like digging but not. The soft flutter of parchment made it tense for a moment. Sounded like flying screamer!

"I am merely writing on paper little light. There is no danger here."

Safe Nolo's tone brought a couple of small chirps. So sleepy. Safe here. Tucking its little clawed foot down it turned its head to burry under the soft Nolo skin. Tail curling about its own feet it slowly drifted off.

[a-depressed-dwight]

possession au chapter 2

His skin was flaking.

That is the only way Dwight could explain what was happening to his face.

Dwight knew he always seemed to pick up bad habits. From nail biting to tie fidgeting, he honestly just thought the scratching was just a new habit.

But his skin was flake like paint chips.

Dwight sat alone in the darkened landscape bleary staring at the ground.

How long has it been since he slept?

‘ A few trials at least,’ he mused.

His skin itched and he tried his best to quell the automatic response to dig at it.

There wasn’t much other to do, at least to dwight.

Nineteen trials.

It has been nineteen trials since Dwight had been placed in one.

Early in the group’s time in the realm, they came to the conclusion that every hour the entity would start a new trial regardless if there was one in progression. It did not like it when one survivor is left to its own devices for too long so it would mix and match the group constantly. The longest streak anyone has gone without a trial had been 10 beforehand.

And Dwight has not been called  for a trial in nineteen hours.

That alone would be concerning if it wasn’t for the fact that the voice had not chimed up once during the entire time.

It’s never been this quiet, not since it left the trials continuously torment Dwight. The fact that it seemed to have finally left should make him ecstatic, but all it did was leave Dwight on edge.

‘This is the calm before the storm,’

Dwight thought but to what the storm could  possibly entail in a place like this, there is no say.

Another enraged crackle sounded from the sky. Some of the others must’ve finished a trial and escaped.

How long has it been since he talked to  the others?

They refused to talk when he’s near. A single glance of Dwight would send the entire  clearing into a hushed quiet. As if they were holding their breath, waiting for something to happen.

It wasn’t like Dwight had not tried before, communication is an extremely important thing especially in the realm! But all attempts of communication seemed to fall to deaf ears, most even seemed to refuse to even look in his direction.

‘It’s like they are mourning me,’ Dwight concluded.

Why they were was still confusing to him.

The incessant itching continued to flare as Dwight pondered and a hand absentmindedly reached up once more to dig at the flaking skin.

The atmosphere around the campsite is intolerable whenever he appears.

Scratch scratch

It almost felt like he was back in high school all over again.

Scratch scratch scratch

He had once been invited to a party his junior year by one of the few friends he had at the time.

Slowly, Dwight’s hand had moved from his temple down the side of his face.

Scratch scratch scratch

He remembered being led to a living room full of drunk teenagers only for the room to fall into a hush as people saw who had entered.

This is worse.

Dwight’s nail dug a bit harder at his cheek.

At least after he fled the room, he still had a friend who chased him to make sure he was alright.

Scratch scratch scratch scratch

He left the group nineteen trials ago and  no one has looked for him.

Scratchscratch

Did they even care?

There’s only two places that Dwight could be in this damned forest, the campsite and lake.

SCRATCHSCRATCHSCRATCH

Did they even-

CRACK

Time seemed to freeze Dwight as his cheek gave under his fingers. 

[codetrainwreck]

Bokura no Hibi ~7th period hour~

Translated by Celiss @ GameFAQs

((All the Bokura no Hibis have been in chronological order so far, and the last one with Kallen happened after the school festival, so logically speaking this one must be between episodes 21 and 22. At the same time, Milly talks about the cat-chasing episode, and if FO is right, that must have been some 5 or 6 months ago, Code Geass-time. We'll probably have to wait for next month's Newtype Special Drama CD to know for sure.)) Notes: 1) Kaichou = (student council) president = what the Student Council calls Milly (except Nina, IIRC); I left it as kaichou because "president" sounds awkward. 2) There is a reference to the cat-chasing episode; for those who've forgotten, Milly promised a kiss from a student council member as well as an increase in the club budget for extracurriculur activities for those who manage to catch Arthur before Lelouch does.

Scratchscratchscratch. Scratchscratchscratch... (T/N: "Karikarikari" = sound of pen writing on paper = "scratchscratch") Milly: Uuu... Milly: Muahh! I can't take it anymore! No more paperwork! Lelouch: Don't throw your pen please, kaichou. Also, please don't discard your work either. (T/N: This works better in Japanese, because of the "nageru" wordplay. "pen wo nageru" (throw a pen) and "shigoto wo nageru" (to abandon your work halfway) both uses the same "nageru". Confused? Doesn't matter, this isn't important anyway.) Milly: Oh, be quiet. In the first place, why do we have to deal with the club expenses all over again at this time of the year!? (T/N: Usually it's done in April, I think; she's implying that it should have been over and done with; why redo everything now?) Lelouch: Isn't it because you gave all our supplementary budget away without thinking? Milly: It's all your fault, Lelouch. Lelouch: How does that work? Milly: Well, it's all because you gave such a strange cry and chased after Arthur that I couldn't help thinking, "Something's up here. We have to catch it!". See, in a game of tag, the important thing is the number of participants. Lelouch: *Coldly* The budget for club activities isn't for you to use in order to mobilize people on a whim. Milly: That's what my grandfather said too. And here I thought Lelouch's mask will finally be stripped away! What a waste. Lelouch: *Quietly* Actually, the fact that I'm wearing a mask would be the bigger scandal... Milly: I think both Kallen and Suzaku have it too... Lelouch: Have what? Milly: Sheep's clothing. Lelouch:: ...It's not nice to look into things like that. Milly: But sti~ll, isn't it precisely because you've become friends that you start to want to know? You know, the person's true nature, things like that. Lelouch: What do you intend to do after you find out? Milly: Once I find out, I can be their ally. Lelouch: You, kaichou? Milly: Hey, I'm a strong lady. Besides, I have some authority and power. Lelouch: It's because you stay by his or her side even without knowing anything, that you can be friends... Maybe that's the way it works in some cases. Milly: Hmm? That sounds kind of heartfelt. Lelouch: Don't you have it too, kaichou? Sheep's clothing. Milly: Oh, I do, plenty of them. I'm like an onion now; under all these peelable layers are the real goods, smooth and glossy~ Fufu <3, would you like to see? (T/N: Milly and her perverted way of saying things again...) Lelouch: No, not really. Milly: Tsk, you never let your guard down~ Lelouch: I could say the same about you. ...I've got all the necessary documents now, so I'm off to the bank to clear things up. Milly: Oh, wait. Kallen and Suzaku are out shopping for a two-person PC. While you're at it, go meet up with them and settle the payment for that one too. (T/N: Two-person PC = literally, "a PC to be used by 2 people". Does that exist? Eh?) Lelouch: Understood. I'll be going then. Milly: Be careful not to get attacked by bank robbers~ Lelouch: At this day and age, bank robbers exist only on TV. Milly POV: It goes without saying no one expected what was to happen next. Who would have thought such a mindless joke would actually come true... (To be continued in next month's "Sound Episode Newtype SPECIAL: The Third Reason")

[grimthepadfoot]

week 15

1

Individuality. Folded neatly on a chair

A grimace. Overly stretched and strained

Too clean. Where are the imperfections of humanity?

Here. In a warbling cough emitting from the lungs of an ancient child.

Here. In the panicked tears of the woman in the corner, ghosts lingering just behind her.

Here. In the soft whir of the machines keeping the 16 year old involuntarily alive.

Here. In the heartrending screams pouring from a mother who wasn’t ready to let go.

Glass doors. Suddenly muted noise. Sharp scent of disinfectant. Overworked secretary. The outside world fades away as we enter a place of death.

2

Mommy?

Scratch….. Mommy there's something in the walls.

Mommy?

Scratchscratchscratch mommymommymommy

there- there’s someth- in the- walls

Mommy I can’t move

Why can't i move why can't I see

Mommy I'm scratching on the walls let me out

Mommy why can’t you hear me

Mommy

Can we paint my walls pink? I love the color pink

Mommy there's something in the walls

3

Can you hear them? Laughter, the sound of carnival music...

It’s dark in here

Can you hear them? Screams…

My reflection is facing the wrong way

Can you hear them? They are calling you…

Where is the way out somebody help me

Look! Your reflection is waving to you. Join them!

4

We come here on the weekend, singing the latest song on the radio

(Was it always this loud?)

We come here in the dead of night, giggling nervously

(Was it always this dark?)

We come and strip down to our skin, wading straight in

(Are there weeds in this lake? It’s just that I felt something brush my leg…)

We leave dripping wet and laughing, pretending we aren’t terrified of the future

(I could have sworn we came here with more people… Have you seen my friend?)

We pretend we never went to the lake when the cops question us

(They pulled 3 corpses out of the lake on Monday)

(We pretend we never went to the lake when the bodies bleed from claw marks)

We pretend that those were weeds in the lake… We pretend we didn’t hear the screams

5

So much blood

Screams echoing in your ears

Pain blinding pain a last gasping breath as you finally give up

You never will wake up you know this you die with a smile on your face ready to meet your god.

War has claimed another victim

When they ask how you got the scar on your stomach you smile knowingly

It’s not a scar

(Not in this life, anyway)

6

Pretty

Look how pretty you are

We jump on your bed, feet tangling in the sheets as we laugh

Stunning

You look better this way

Tears streaming down your face, mouth open in a silent scream

I like your hatred better than your love

I watch you breathe smoke tinged with regret, staring at the ceiling

Your salt-stained cheeks are beautiful when I am the cause

Even more so than your laughter

[abitscrewyvinn]

A Breakdown of a Breakdown

I relapse three or four more times that same instance.I'll finally fall asleep if he's there.

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I relapse three or four more times that same instance. I'll finally fall asleep if he's there. Either physically or on the phone. I don't care. I'm so tired. My eyes sting. My neck stings. I hope with everything I have that nobody notices the scratches. I carry on until my next breakdown.

[marysue-complex]