Locked in!!!!!
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This is me right after the moment I’ve sold myself into slavery to the museum’s library.
*Happy noises*
Now I can enter my CLAVDIVS mode
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OMG Amy, you’re sweeping all the awards ! Congratulations on this Oscar, you ABSOLUTELY deserve it. Ever since I discovered you in Carnivàle (I’d seen you briefly before, but in a few films, anyway), I’ve discovered the best actress ever. You’ve deserved this award since Carnivàle, especially with your breathtaking portrayal of Iris Crowe your best performance ever. For those who don’t know, I watched Carnivàle because of Clancy Brown, who is, in my opinion, the best actor, and I’ve NEVER seen a woman act alongside him who matches your talent, So congratulations, and stay true to yourself, as you already are sincere, humble, and kind. ♡
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Finally using her cave for its intended purpose instead of treating it like an expensive toy.
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thanks for people who sent me stuff i’m glad i stuck it out cuz i met this person who i’ve been looking for for a while who likes horror comedies 🥹 i heard of them through an online discussion they chose brain damage and i was like Omg i need to find this person and i found them yayyyyyy and they know evil dead!!!!!! YAYY!!!
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Was anyone going to tell me the no.6 reunion novels had already started being released last year or was I supposed to find out myself when I looked up the release date of the anime to tell my friend about it
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Btw, I recently made a strawpage
sockmans-one-sided-dimension’s strawpage
Send me doodles, ask me, whatever you want
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[this is part two - part one]
— Morning entered the apartment with a soft light, filtering through the kitchen window. Asrael had already been awake for a while. He had slept little and poorly, but he didn’t look tired.
— He put the milk to warm and stirred the chocolate with a spoon, making sure it wouldn’t boil. The sweet aroma filled the small space and, for a moment, turned it into a safe place. He poured the milk into a cup and let it cool on the table, next to a plate with bread and butter.
— Malessica appeared from the hallway with slow steps, her hair messy and her eyes still heavy with sleep.
“Good morning, Mals” — Asrael said softly, with a gentle smile.
— She answered with a murmur and sat down in the chair. That was when she looked at him properly. Her eyes opened a little wider when she noticed the still slightly bruised eye, the scratches on his arms, the careful way he moved.
“Daddy…” — she said, frowning. “What happened to you?”
— Asrael looked at her and hesitated for just a second.
“It’s nothing, sweetheart. I was just very clumsy at work last night” — he replied.
— Malessica didn’t seem convinced. She got down from the chair without saying anything and ran to her room. She came back right away with a small box in her hand. Asrael recognized it instantly: the colorful band-aids, with little drawings and sparkles that he had once bought for her at a fair, just because she had pointed at them excitedly.
“Come here” — she ordered with a seriousness that didn’t match her size.
— Asrael obeyed without question. He sat in front of her and let her take one of his arms. Malessica cleaned a scratch with a damp cloth and then placed a yellow band-aid on it with a tiny lion drawn on it.
“Now it will heal better” — she said, focused.
— She put another one on him, and another, in different colors, covering every visible mark on his arms and face. Asrael watched her silently, with a tight knot in his chest.
“You have to be more careful” — she added at the end, looking at him seriously. “If you get hurt too much, I’ll worry”
— Asrael swallowed.
“Alright” — he said quietly.
“I’ll be more careful, I promise”
— Malessica nodded, satisfied, and only then went back to her cup of chocolate milk. Asrael watched her for a few more seconds, his face and arms full of childish band-aids and his heart tight, but strangely lighter.
— The morning continued. Outside, the world was still complicated, but there, in that small kitchen, everything seemed to be exactly where it should be.
— Asrael left the building with his hands in his jacket pockets and his body still a little tense. He had just dropped Malessica off at school; he had watched her walk in, turn to wave at him, and disappear among the other children. Only then did he allow his shoulders to relax a little.
— That was when he saw him.
— Rippen was leaning against a streetlight, as if he had arrived by chance or as if he had been waiting for a while without admitting it. He was dressed neatly, serious as always… until he looked up and met his gaze.
— And he froze.
— His eyes traveled over Asrael’s face without any attempt to hide it: the band-aid on his nose, another on his cheek, the bruised cheekbone, the fingers covered in small colorful patches that contrasted too much with his large hands.
“What happened to you?” — Rippen asked bluntly.
— Asrael blinked, surprised to see him there.
“Good morning” — he said first, almost by reflex. Then he sighed. “And it’s nothing. Just a few scratches”
— Rippen frowned and stepped closer, observing him carefully.
— Asrael lowered his gaze for a second and then shrugged.
“Do you want to walk?” — he suggested. “I don’t feel like going back to my apartment yet”
— Rippen hesitated for only a moment, but nodded. They started walking without a clear direction, through quiet streets, with the distant sound of the city waking up. For a few minutes they didn’t speak. Rippen walked beside him, closer than usual, throwing him quick worried glances.
“Those band-aids…” — he said at last.
“Are they from… your daughter?”
— Asrael gave a small smile.
“Yep, they’re from Mals” — he replied. “She insisted on putting them on herself”
— That seemed to soften something in Rippen’s expression, though the concern remained.
“Mhm, alright then. Now tell me”
— Asrael hesitated again but took a deep breath as they walked.
“Last night I had a problem at work” — he began. “A disagreement with a coworker. It got out of control and… ended up outside. It wasn’t anything serious, really”
“Is that why you look like this?” — Rippen asked more quietly, glancing at him.
“Yeah…” — Asrael admitted. “But I’m fine. It’s already over”
— They stopped at a quiet corner. Rippen looked at him seriously, as if that answer wasn’t enough.
“You need to be more careful” — he said, almost repeating Malessica’s words. “It’s not just you”
— Asrael looked at him, surprised.
“I know” — he replied. “Sometimes… I forget”
— Rippen lowered his voice.
“I don’t like seeing you like this”
— It wasn’t a big or dramatic sentence, but it carried honest weight. Rippen raised his hand, hesitated for a second, and finally adjusted one of the band-aids on Asrael’s cheekbone, making sure it wouldn’t come loose.
— Then they kept walking, side by side, without touching again, but with a different kind of closeness. Asrael still hurt, inside and out, but the weight felt a little easier to carry.
— A few hours later, Asrael ended up in Rippen’s apartment, illuminated by the morning light. It wasn’t a strong brightness, but that golden tone that came in sideways through the window and made everything feel calmer. The movie continued on the screen, but neither of them was paying much attention.
— Asrael was sitting on the couch, one arm resting on the back and his legs stretched out. The colorful band-aids on his arms were still there, impossible to ignore. Rippen sat beside him, stiff at first, watching the movie… or pretending to.
— His eyes kept returning to the same place.
The bruised eye.
— Rippen clenched his jaw. Finally he sighed, as if surrendering to something inevitable, and lowered the TV volume without saying anything.
“Stay still” — he said suddenly.
— Asrael blinked.
“Huh?”
— Rippen was already standing up. He went to the kitchen, opened the freezer, and took out a small bag of ice. Then he came back to the couch with firm steps.
“Rippen, it’s not necessary-” Asrael began, but fell silent when he saw him approaching.
— Rippen sat down again, this time closer. He lifted his hand carefully, hesitating just a second before pressing the ice pack against the injured eye. His hand stayed there, holding it with a gentle firmness, as if he were afraid of hurting him.
— Asrael inhaled slowly when he felt the cold.
— The silence returned, different from before. Rippen didn’t take his eyes off his face, focused and serious, as if that were the most important task in the world at that moment.
“I don’t like it…” — he said suddenly. “Seeing you like this”
— Asrael turned his head slightly to look at him.
“I know, I know. I already got scolded earlier today” — he tried to joke.
— Rippen didn’t smile.
“It’s not funny”
— Asrael fell quiet. The weight of Rippen’s hand, the cold ice, the closeness… all of it forced him to lower his guard a little.
“Well… sorry” — he said at last.
— Rippen adjusted the pressure of the ice pack slightly, carefully.
“Don’t apologize. Just… take better care of yourself”
— The movie kept playing without either of them watching it. Outside it was still daylight, the light slipping through the curtains. Rippen kept his hand in place, unhurried, and Asrael closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself be taken care of, even if he didn’t say it out loud.
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I finally did it.
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