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still alive, working on my own stories :)))) im about to move into an apt with my boyfriend!!! happy and busy days

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tiny tiny ikiryo crumbs

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tried some midwestern gothic since i got home for spring break! it's nothing to do with death note but was a lot of fun.

all those stars (666 words)

Kai looked out onto the field, sitting on the wooden steps of the porch, letting the crisp night air comb through his hair. It was so dark, but the stars were so bright. The longer he looked, the more stars there were, and their twinkling became radiant bursts, crackling and fizzling like electricity in his ears until—

“Boy, come to sleep,” his father boomed, an old, mean grumble emanating from deep inside the cavern of the house that ripped through the night. His echoing voice turned their home bestial, made the walls thrum with a hairy, gun-oil snarl, as though it housed a grizzly bear, its paws fat with the weight of its gait but calm for now, not yet roused to rise from its resting spot.

“Coming, Pa,” Kai called back rushedly, scrambling to get off the creaking steps. He flicked off some bugs that had crawled onto his ankles, a slight yelp escaping him as he shook off sandaled feet. His head thrummed with the buzzing electromagnetic signatures of starlight.

The crickets screamed in full force from somewhere unseen.

“Latch the screen door,” his father rumbled. Their house was so small, or maybe the bearded man was so big, that his presence filled every corner, so Kai felt already in the swell of his father’s arms, his watchful shock-blue eyes pinned to Kai’s shoulder blades as he checked the back door and their kitchen window, maneuvering to each corner of their meager shack one by one.

Kai rinsed the soles of his feet quickly and padded up the stairs, taking extra care to not track dirt into the bedroom once meant for his parents. His father was sitting up in bed, slightly slouched with the muscle of his broad back hooked against the headboard. He nursed a whiskey glass in the crook of his right elbow, the corn-silk fields of his chest hair lit by the low light of the lamp on the dresser.

Kai tucked his wrinkling nose into his shoulder, pulling his shirt off over his head. His father’s languid gaze on the untread road of his back burned like alcohol scraping down his throat. 

The scrap of his shirt fell to the ground in a soundless heap.

“Come here, baby,” his father patted Kai’s spot beside him in bed, already warmed by the side of his meaty thigh. This close, Kai could better hear the slight slur of his voice; Pa was sedated from drink. He was not the man on the field in his tractor, tilling all day til his skin cooked to a russet tan. He found that, oftentimes, it took a minute to place the morphing shape of his father, what version of himself he’d be that day; Kai learned to accept him in his multitudes.

Kai climbed into bed, tucking himself in under the quilt, side by side with his father like sardines in a tin as the older man put down his drink.

“Good night, Pa.” Kai gave the older man a wavering smile before turning over into fetal position, arranging the hem of the quilt up to his chin. The heat would become unbearable in a few minutes.

He lay there, still as stone, staring off into the slightly ajar closet door, a dark secret in the night, though he’d looked inside its empty mouth many times before. He had curled up in it as a boy, hiding from the sweltering heat of the day until his father found him.

Kai’s breath hitched as his father’s thick arm came to wrap around him, nearly swallowing his silhouette. His rough fingers played over Kai’s fluttering heart, twitching on one occasion, smoothing and kneading on another. Kai could feel the swell of his father’s chest on his bare back, expanding and contracting as his breathing slowed, billowing warmth over the shell of Kai’s ear. His beard tickled.

Kai relaxed too, then, and fell into an uneasy, feverish slumber, lulled by the cocktail cacophony of his fifteenth summer.

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cosplay test run with @deelavis from this past weekend❣️

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hugs holds first artist alley table

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happy valentine's day!!

— morgan 🩷

MUAAAA ❤️❤️❤️❤️ neallo my heart.... you're always a delight to talk to and my first dn friend 🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you for the mello

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my effigy of doom atop my totem of darkness

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gay people can never say that theyre in love with someone properly its always some shit like

okay

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deathaversary

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Sheep Near actually means the world to me I love ewe sheep Near

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Do you see what I see or–

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knee deep in the horrors. con season.

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hit him where it hurts

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They’re multiplying 🥴

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i think a reason why death note is so enduringly popular is because it gets at a really common source of teenage angst which is “the world sucks and i’m the only one who cares,” something that many protagonists have for Edgy Points but is almost never the center of a story, and blows it up to be the main character’s defining trait and also the reason why he dies miserably in the end. you know. i think most authors are adults who don’t take that sense of apathy seriously in teenagers but for all of ohba’s problems they Get It. unfortunately light is the son of a police officer and therefore is fascist about it