And yet, she'd approached him with a drill bit. Pros of bringing that up: he'd let her know she wouldn't be able to get away with anything funny? He guessed? But take a look at the cons: she, a murderer, would feel rejected and have her attention drawn to a weapon she might use if she did anything f...

"Cool," he said, not letting go of the gun. He spoke casually, like he was greeting someone who wandered over to his desk in the minutes before the period ended. "So what did you come for?" Honestly, Daniel would have taken any answer that didn't involve murder. On either of thei...

Daniel caught sight of a girl approaching with a drill pretty quickly - wait, a drill? They were giving out drills? Damn. Even that would have been more useful to Tay than some fucking handcuffs and a ball-gag. Hell, it might have even gotten Steve out of that ditch! Anyway she was approaching and w...

[Daniel Ozanne continues seeking from Further Torments And Slavery ] Daniel had no right to be called one who knows. He couldn't even be called one who predicts, as much as he tried. He made guesses, he could weigh odds. But - as he was all to eager to test out when the slimmest odds suited him - if...

"All I want for Christmas.." "iiIIIiiiIIiiis..." "yooooooooouuuuuu~" Mariah Carey eat your heart out - Tenshi Marie Anastasie Fukushima-Yves was coming for your throne! Sure, she was never the biggest fan of Christmas music, but she had a begrudging respect for this one...

The Christmas tree glows and shimmers in all its lights and tinsel, illuminated against the dark of the night sky coming through the window, by its own light and that of the fireplace, with a fire roaring behind a grating. and there's plenty of blankets, pillows, even extra sweaters (in all their sc...

As of You're At The Party, Tay's corpse and bag can be found on the mountain pass. Their rations and handcuffs have been taken, but nothing else.

Aerith's handler please DM me, I got a really cool death pitch

Ren was gone. Meena was free. They would rejoin the others without him, just like he always knew they would. Blood draped his arm now. His hands shook, and he stared. He always knew they would leave, and he always wanted to choose exactly how they left his life. He expected it to hurt, but. He wante...

Meena’s grip wavered.

He drew the machete in, slowly, but ready to tear right through Ren to get to Meena.

Meena wasn’t stupid enough to expect this to be easy, but he was at least expecting it to be… simple? Straightforward? Not outright confusing, not… It wasn’t that he was scared. That wasn’t why the world felt sharper, brighter, and louder, or why his lungs felt shallow, or why blood rushed to his he...

The machete bit, and the beginning of the wound hissed. Meena couldn’t tell if it hurt more, less, or as much as his phobias thought it would, the stupid fucking phobia that he hoped to hack into pieces alongside his indecisions and failed and mediocre tests, cut through all the fat and smoke and mi...

(cw: self harm, suicide, from here on out) The idle swing of the machete stopped, and Meena’s grip tightened around its handle. He nodded. “I don’t know if you want my opinion but you’re getting it anyway. You can’t be a bad person, “because morality requires free will.” His lips twitched, into a f...

Meena listened in silence, machete hanging in his grip. He wished he could smile at Kitty’s answer. His lips twitched, and managed no more. “But he still attacked you, and you still killed him.” He didn’t answer the question, but offered one of his own, the machete swinging idly by his side. “Answer...