#three or four

[awkward-jester]

Kinda want to make a masterpost of ideas that I like and would like to draw more than once, but at the same time not having commitment of a full-blown AU

[orangechickenpillow]

Apparently there was a lot more to unpack than I may have been anticipating

[Also if you want to read it here's the train wreck that is currently consuming my every waking moment]

[innalheid]

18 hours done out of 48hr work week. Only thirty more to go...............

[incorrectpokemonbwquotes]

Ash: How long has it been since you slept?

N: Three or four

Iris: Three or four what?

N: Three or four

[audi-famas-illiorum]

Conscience || Drabble

In reference to @militvs

    It happened all so fast. A bullet to the gut, intense pain, hard concrete to the head, then nothing. For a long while it was nothing. Darkness that stretched into infinity. That long while felt like nothing to the redhead, but it felt like ages to his father. He was sat by his side every minute he could find to be there, hoping his son would wake up. 

    One week passed and he was still hopeful. Every day he came he thought ‘today’s gonna be the day’ only to leave again on his own. Two weeks passed and the concern and anxiety only grew. Hope was still strong in his heart, but when it reached three weeks he had to wonder if he would ever wake. Some went years without waking, but would it even be worth it at that point? Surely it wouldn’t take years. His mind reeled with extreme possibilities and courses of action he could take for the boy that came into his care. To the boy, all he felt was a deep, dreamless sleep for three weeks. 

    But something caused the boy’s subconscious to rouse. It was a whisper of a few words that sounded incredibly distant. It echoed through the darkness like it was a deep ravine and got louder as it approached, but was still hushed like a whisper. Then the words came clear as day, a hushed voice right beside his ear and he swore he could feel the breath on it as the words were spoken. 

“Wake up.”

    He opened his eyes and found himself in that infinite darkness. There was nothing else around him and he hovered in what he imagined was the center of it all. Normally it would be horrifying to him, but the place felt strangely soothing. He looked all around himself like he was studying intricate details of a piece of art, but there was nothing to dissect.

    “It feels... warm,” he thought. Though the last time he heard his own voice was years ago, he could hear his thoughts vocalized in the darkness. His breath was strong as he twisted himself around, dancing in the dark. “Where am I?” he questioned the nothingness. 

    He tried to recall what had happened, but his memory suppressed what happened the traumatic experience of being shot by a stranger in the street. He brought his legs up and sat back in the darkness then tucked a closed fist by his chin in wonder. 

    “This is a crossroads,” a voice answered. Well, it wasn’t really a voice- it was the imprint of a thought in his mind. Neku could at least understand that the thought wasn’t his own. He spun around with his hands at the ready to fight whatever being may be there.

    “Who’s there?!” 

    “You know me well, but rarely acknowledge me. I’ve always been with you since you were young enough to remember. I help you make important choices and steer through every decision of your life.”

    “So, you’re the little voice in my head?”

    “To put it simply, yes.”

    There was a pause. Neku assumed the Voice in his Head would speak again, only to remain silent. He idled back again with his arms crossed and came up with a question of his own. 

    “So, this place is a crossroads?”

    “Yes. It’s a place between life and death. Think of it like a train station or a rest area. Most people pass straight through, some stop by before continuing on their journey, but on rare occasions, some stop by and go back to where they came from.”

    Neku’s memory was so fuzzy, he had no idea what the other meant. His fingers tapped his arms before speaking up again.

    “Which one am I?”

    “That’s your decision.”

    “Decision?” The Voice in his Head understood that all Neku needed was some time to think and didn’t respond. The boy brought a fist to his chin again, leaving his other arm over his stomach while he thought. He quickly understood the situation that was laid out in front of him but didn’t know how he got there.

    “You were shot and when you fell, you also suffered from a head injury. It’s been some time, but I don’t know how long.”

    Neku instinctively touched his head, his curly red locks caving under his fingers. He then looked down at his stomach but no wound was there to speak of. 

    “Are you saying I choose whether to live or die?”

    “It’s your decision.”

    He crossed his arms once again. There was a time when he would have said that he would rather move on instead of go back. It was a dark time when all he had were his own hands. But life picked up- just like he expected it to. When you’re living on the bottom, there’s nowhere else to go but up.

“Wake up.”

    It was that voice again. Neku looked around hastily with worry written through his eyes. He didn’t have to know the voice to know who it belonged to. Neku rubbed at his ear and tugged at the lobe before settling on a point in the darkness again.

    “I have to go back. I need to go back. There’s someone waiting for me.”

    “Good answer.”

                                                      ------------

    Opening his eyes for the first time in three weeks was much more of a job than he expected. The time asleep certainly weighed on him and his entire body felt like a brick in the stretcher he had been sleeping on. Neku took in a deep breath of air and rolled his shoulders lazily. All of his limbs felt like they could barely move.

    Turning his head slightly to the left, he could finally see that person that was waiting for him. An exhausted Cloud had his head resting on the siderail of his stretcher with a gentle hand holding Neku’s. At the very least, Neku could squeeze his hand and give him a smile. 

    Neku watched it click in Cloud’s head as he opened his eyes and looked over in amazement to meet Neku’s. The redhead watched his lips move, and although he couldn’t hear it, he knew what it sounded like. Relieved, desperate, thankful- a myriad of things. It was the reason that Neku came back. Cloud made him happy, and there was nothing that was going to take him away from his father.

[jinbeizamezama]

cant have endgame spoiled for you if you do it yourself

[seenashwrite]

I wish an exit survey popped up when people unfollow that would kick back to the unfollowed (minus name, of course), where the person could choose a reason. Critique to consider, as it were. Like...

Content dramatically changed from when I first followed them

Personality dramatically changed from when I first followed them

I’m trying to lower the # of people I follow, and they didn’t make the cut

I’m sick of their ___ posts, I signed up for ___.

We’re mutuals but they never like or reblog my stuff, and now my fee-fees done got hurt

I’m getting kinda jealous of their awesomeness, so this is a self-esteem preservation unfollow

If they posted one more lecture at a nasty anon, I was gonna lose my shit and sucker punch the screen

They post too goddamn much in a row - queue, bitch!

Well, they unfollowed me, so here we are

Pretty sure they’re a fire-breathing cuntdragon

You know. Keep it simple. Just the basics. For science.

[bloodsbane]

i found the fucking unused gauze pad things i put in my mouth when i got my wisdom teeth taken out like fOUR YEARS AGO