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My ex-husband told me he is dying. Mixed feelings aside, we have to prepare our son for the news. Don’t do drugs. They are all around bad news bears.
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My death goal is to die during Bright Week. While I am not Catholic, the Pope literally nailed it. Memory eternal. ☦️
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Christ is risen! — Respectively in simultaneously on both the Julian & Gregorian calendars this year! (Eat all the flesh meat!)
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I would like to welcome our new family vehicle Mandrake to our household. RIP, Manfred, preceded in death by Manchester & Manson.
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Saying, “I’m sorry,” hurts zero people. In fact, it does the opposite of hurt people. It’s the first step to healing.
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Both had given opposing directions to her. Her mind stuttered on which way to go, what to do. She was supposed to be leader of the the group, especially with Rowan kidnapped. Yet, she was quite helpless.
Her fighting was subpar. This was why Rowan was supposed to be with her. She had good defense and foresight. Her foresight had been clouded since… Zora. She had been able to see what happened to Rowan, though.
There was a good feeling she could not shake. Although, the feeling wavered depending on which direction she took. She silenced her breath, letting the moment come to a calm:
Barrock knew Avalia better than Vasco. Vasco had been the one to ultimately fail in defending Rowan. Rowan also had a difficult time defending himself. She had no time to lose. Vasco had fun off before Barrock had. He was further long, and he was the one who would need her help.
Of course, Barrock was right.
Aurora gripped her staff and began running towards Vasco. Her earrings jingled gently, audible to only her, echoing off the walls, the ceilings, the floors. Every so often, her staff would touch the floor, just a small muted noise. She prayed it wasn’t too loud.
And then, she heard it, Vasco landing a punch. The sound of what might be a body hitting the floor.
Approaching cautiously, she figured she keep guard and stay away from the battle. She had the strange feeling Vasco probably worked better when he thought he was alone. It was his style, to convince himself he needed no one, not even himself sometimes. Yet, here he was, helping save her brother.
He was a special person, Natsuko thought as she watched him lying there on the sand. A special person— someone she had never seen before, someone she had just seen for the first time in her life. But it was a strange kind of specialness. Even sitting beside that special person, she felt no sense of envy. But then, on the other hand, she felt no sense of superiority at being the wife of such a special person either. She just knew that she had picked up something very important. It was something that she had been given to look after for a while, something that, when the time came, she would have to give back.
— Maki Kashimada, Touring the Land of the Dead
@Alanalex, o! So, like, if you look at my post, I darkened the answer underneath the question. This was my favorite joke in high school.
Banned for Ban-ception! (And, for that other thingy. You know what you did!)
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A small hum was sewn across the room. The inaudible lyrics were threaded like a spiderweb, and the dead bodies were the spider’s prey. Enchantingly, the lullaby marveled in the shadows.
Until, a broken giggle cut the tune.
Silence stretched its fingers over the scene. And then, her voice finally spoke:
“Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall…”
She kneeled beside the body like it was a sleeping doll. One hand cupped the cheek — so cold, so lifeless.
“And all the king’s horses licked him dry…”
His smile seemed so wrong. Crooked. Too wide. Large. Awkward. The corners twisted in all the wrong directions. She thought of moving his lips. Make them more smiley. Less upset. Less frowny.
No.
No.
Instead…
“Shhh… Shhh…”
A finger pressed to his gaping mouth. Then, slowly, she leaned forward and extended her tongue.
Her voice began to taste like dust and sugar and something sharp — something red. Then it changed. It became the sound of piano keys slamming. Hard. Over and over. Vibrating against her teeth.
It was too loud.
It hurt.
It hurt.
Why wouldn’t it stop?
I said, “‘Shut up!’”
She whipped around. Something moved. Or breathed. Or laughed.
Her white dress flared with the turn — like wings or a warning. Her fangs glistened with a trembling growl.
In and out.
Eyes gleaming.
Breath ragged.
But nothing was moving.
She stared at her dead audience. They looked like toys someone got bored with. Their limbs looked like they had forgotten where to go. They were utterly still. Utterly silent. Utterly twisted. Broken.
“I was just trying to save them.”
She was saving them.
Helping them.
Her body curled into itself. Her back hunched over. Arms wrapped around her knees. Bare feet curved into each other. Toes touching. Scrunched inwards. She wanted to disappear. Make it all go away. Make them go away.
The bedtime story. Tell me again.
“I.. I,” She began, keeping herself as polite as could be, “I was just trying to save them.” Lily repeated. It was her favorite line of the story. It was the safest line. “I was just trying to save them.”
Her voice was sugar-glass soft. It sounded so convincing. So real. It made her want to scream. Her nails dug into her skin. She just wanted to save them.
Hush little baby, it murmured. Don’t say a word…
A smile tugged on her. A small twitch on smudged lips.
“Daddy’s gunna buy you a new bedtime,” she whispered.
The silence clawed its way over the room once more. It echoed around her. It screamed it at her, and then, its eyes stared at her. She couldn’t escape them. And, quietly, it opened. It opened with small hums. The hums matched the tears swelling in her eyes.
What happens next? You remember, don’t you?
Her humming shattered. The pieces of lyrics dripped onto her white dress.
Red. It was everywhere. She could smell it, too.
Her breath broke.
She pressed her forehead to her knees. Ivory skin glistened in the moonlight from the dusty window. She was shaking.
Her voice cracked. Eyes lost in an endless daze. The body was sprawled in front of her. He was pale and still. A small smile fractured her face.
The silence crept inside of her. It began humming, again. Her smile twitched and quivered.
Tap.
Tap.
Her fingers trembled to the lullaby, still digging into her skin. And suddenly, they stopped.
Her body uncoiled. Stretching towards the body. His chest was still, but her ears ring. Her heart pounded like a drum.
You should sleep, now.
“No…” she whispered, hands trembling.
Quiet, now, it hushes. You know you’re safe with me.
The voice is warm and soft. Like lies in velvet. Its words trail like ribbons around her bones.
Her teary eyes look down at the body. It’s cradled in her arms. She’s rocking it back-and-forth. A warped lullaby drips from her lips, “Humpty-Dumpty hard a great fall. All the kings’ horses cannot fix them all.”
With a shaken, crooked smile, her mouth opened. Teeth grazed the cold, purple skin she was once stroking. The boy made no sound. No heartbeat. Only the wet echo of the night made a sound.
“I was… I…” she whispered with an unfocused graze.
Shh, hush, little baby. Don’t say a word.
“I was just… tr-trying to save them. She nearly chokes on her quite words.
You did. You saved them. We all did.
Her head shakes. Tears trickle down here porcelain cheeks. Smudged with a cherry color. “N-no…” A choked cry tightens in her chest. “S-stop. It’s not right.”
It’s alright. It’s always alright. You know it is.
The silence settles over the room, but this time with a slow calmness. Lily closes her eyes. Her body curls into itself once more. She moves in a soft endless sway. As she rocks herself she gently whispers:
“I was just trying to save them. I was just trying to save them.”
Nothing can hurt her now.
She was safe.
They were safe.
Lily breathed softly, a quiet farewell. Moonlight fractured the floor like a lullaby fading into the night. Her dress flared around her.
“Goodnight, Moon…. Goodnight.”
At least, for now.
Until, a broken giggle cut the tune.
Silence stretched its fingers over the scene. And then, her voice finally spoke:
“Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall…”
She kneeled beside the body like it was a sleeping doll. One hand cupped the cheek — so cold, so lifeless.
“And all the king’s horses licked him dry…”
His smile seemed so wrong. Crooked. Too wide. Large. Awkward. The corners twisted in all the wrong directions. She thought of moving his lips. Make them more smiley. Less upset. Less frowny.
No.
No.
Instead…
“Shhh… Shhh…”
A finger pressed to his gaping mouth. Then, slowly, she leaned forward and extended her tongue.
Her voice began to taste like dust and sugar and something sharp — something red. Then it changed. It became the sound of piano keys slamming. Hard. Over and over. Vibrating against her teeth.
It was too loud.
It hurt.
It hurt.
Why wouldn’t it stop?
I said, “‘Shut up!’”
She whipped around. Something moved. Or breathed. Or laughed.
Her white dress flared with the turn — like wings or a warning. Her fangs glistened with a trembling growl.
In and out.
Eyes gleaming.
Breath ragged.
But nothing was moving.
She stared at her dead audience. They looked like toys someone got bored with. Their limbs looked like they had forgotten where to go. They were utterly still. Utterly silent. Utterly twisted. Broken.
“I was just trying to save them.”
She was saving them.
Helping them.
Her body curled into itself. Her back hunched over. Arms wrapped around her knees. Bare feet curved into each other. Toes touching. Scrunched inwards. She wanted to disappear. Make it all go away. Make them go away.
The bedtime story. Tell me again.
“I.. I,” She began, keeping herself as polite as could be, “I was just trying to save them.” Lily repeated. It was her favorite line of the story. It was the safest line. “I was just trying to save them.”
Her voice was sugar-glass soft. It sounded so convincing. So real. It made her want to scream. Her nails dug into her skin. She just wanted to save them.
Hush little baby, it murmured. Don’t say a word…
A smile tugged on her. A small twitch on smudged lips.
“Daddy’s gunna buy you a new bedtime,” she whispered.
The silence clawed its way over the room once more. It echoed around her. It screamed it at her, and then, its eyes stared at her. She couldn’t escape them. And, quietly, it opened. It opened with small hums. The hums matched the tears swelling in her eyes.
What happens next? You remember, don’t you?
Her humming shattered. The pieces of lyrics dripped onto her white dress.
Red. It was everywhere. She could smell it, too.
Her breath broke.
She pressed her forehead to her knees. Ivory skin glistened in the moonlight from the dusty window. She was shaking.
“Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall.
Humpty-Dumpty’s pieces scattered too far.
All-all the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn't make him right.”
Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall.
Humpty-Dumpty’s pieces scattered too far.
All-all the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn't make him right.”
Her voice cracked. Eyes lost in an endless daze. The body was sprawled in front of her. He was pale and still. A small smile fractured her face.
The silence crept inside of her. It began humming, again. Her smile twitched and quivered.
Tap.
Tap.
Her fingers trembled to the lullaby, still digging into her skin. And suddenly, they stopped.
Her body uncoiled. Stretching towards the body. His chest was still, but her ears ring. Her heart pounded like a drum.
You should sleep, now.
“No…” she whispered, hands trembling.
Quiet, now, it hushes. You know you’re safe with me.
The voice is warm and soft. Like lies in velvet. Its words trail like ribbons around her bones.
Her teary eyes look down at the body. It’s cradled in her arms. She’s rocking it back-and-forth. A warped lullaby drips from her lips, “Humpty-Dumpty hard a great fall. All the kings’ horses cannot fix them all.”
With a shaken, crooked smile, her mouth opened. Teeth grazed the cold, purple skin she was once stroking. The boy made no sound. No heartbeat. Only the wet echo of the night made a sound.
“I was… I…” she whispered with an unfocused graze.
Shh, hush, little baby. Don’t say a word.
“I was just… tr-trying to save them. She nearly chokes on her quite words.
You did. You saved them. We all did.
Her head shakes. Tears trickle down here porcelain cheeks. Smudged with a cherry color. “N-no…” A choked cry tightens in her chest. “S-stop. It’s not right.”
It’s alright. It’s always alright. You know it is.
The silence settles over the room, but this time with a slow calmness. Lily closes her eyes. Her body curls into itself once more. She moves in a soft endless sway. As she rocks herself she gently whispers:
“I was just trying to save them. I was just trying to save them.”
Nothing can hurt her now.
She was safe.
They were safe.
Lily breathed softly, a quiet farewell. Moonlight fractured the floor like a lullaby fading into the night. Her dress flared around her.
“Goodnight, Moon…. Goodnight.”
At least, for now.
Banned for mentioning the Banlore. The first rule of Banlore is not mentioning there is a Banlore. );<
She didn't want to call to mind the time before she had met her husband, and referred to her past only as that life. That life-truly, the only words with which she could describe those unspeakable experiences. Not poverty, not loneliness, not sickness, but that life.
— Maki Kashimada, Touring the Land of the Dead
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Grass. I lied about the wheels.
Grass. I lied about the wheels.
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