#..again

[2aceofspades]

TW: Blood/Injury

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~Lil oneshot~

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“I won,” One thought aloud, cutting through the clattering of his sword hitting the bathroom floor.

Was it enough?

“No. No, I won. Fair and square, plain and simple. In the end, it was my name they were screaming.”

He steadied himself as best he could, blinking hard until his reflection came into focus. Red. His pretty face and sorry ass had definitely seen better days. One could feel his palms grow numb, leaning his weight up against the counter before he felt steady enough to run the water and plug up the sink. The water ran, the sound echoing around him as he stood still. It wasn’t enough to drown out all those circling thoughts still leaving their mark on One’s mind.

“It’s just a little mess,” One breathed out, “That’s all.”

This wasn’t even a setback, no. This was, without a single doubt, a win. My win, he thought, his eyes still glazed over as his reflection stared back at him. The room spun a little, a black eye and a whole lot of-

No.

A small flicker of blue was enough to shake that thought away. Focus. This was the last fight of the weekend. And One would have all week to heal up and train for next time. A better next time. It wouldn’t happen again. That’s what he told himself as he felt his fingertips being submerged beneath the surface of the rising water. He fought for the focus to turn off the water. That was too close…too close for comfort.

What am I doing again?

Rinse and repeat. That’s all there was at this washed-up hotel. Yōkai that think they’re kings and queens by taking on that damn spider’s champion. That, and all the freaks getting a kick out of betting on and watching whoever’s next in the ring. Big Mama’s champion…

I bet I could take him out.

The thought echoed in his head. It washed away all the red and filled his chest with…something else. He pushed down the faintest flutter building in his guts, looking down as he watched all that red just drain away like it was never there. He was unfocused then, not even an hour ago now. One’s face still stung with near defeat. His feet shifted beneath him as he breathed out a low growl, the sound fading into the abyss.

I win.

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✨Inspo✨

(:

[starryeyesmasc]

people being in relationships has to be a carefully-constructed society-wide joke, right? feeling attraction for another person and it being reciprocated?? yeah, nice one, jeeves. roll on the laugh track please

[pikismiski]

i’m back out my coma

[enjayvee]

might start on my own dca au wips again—honestly ran out of motivation for their development at one point cos my doc decided to bloop out of existence, along with my drafts (never gonna use microsoft again). Also, AO3 curse

I’m sorry for the one’s who liked and were interested in my aus. I haven’t abandoned them, i just didn’t feel like labeling them as on hiatus cos my brain was never on break thinking about them. Just that I only do them bit by bit and felt lazy to post the wips. I’ll just post when I’m done.

i posted on AO3 actually, but it didn’t last even an hour cause someone next to me needed to be hospitalized by the time i put it on there— like, its the 2nd time! So i deleted it instantly haha. I’m becoming superstitious here, the timing is too coincidental— I’ll have to redo those chapters again anyway…

I also got easily sucked into other people’s cool AUs and instead made quick sketches of em during the weekends. I must confess that I maayy~ have been fixating on other AUs instead of mine, just a lil. Maybe..

Anyway, here’s an old sona art i forgot to post.

—was playing with dca inspired outfits i could maybe replicate in rl

initially gonna be an outfit for another au but i’m putting it aside for now, i can’t even manage one.

I am a fool who juggles her tasks like a jester on er rickety unicycle.

[scrib-jerky]

BY TALOS THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING

[annoying--moth]

Made another Arc of a Scythe fanfic

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[demxnscous]

childhood-friend!oikawa seeing you again at the latest match, hugging you so tight because it’s been so long since he’s last seen you in person

however, atsumu—who you’ve known since high school and have only grown closer too—is sitting off to the side, roiling under his skin because you’re friends with him? Oikawa, of all people?