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ink-dusted-dreams · 10 months

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An Analysis of Tomoe and Kenshin’s Relationship Part 2

In the subsequent chapters, Tomoe finally gathers the courage to open up about her life; a family full of peace and love, of being a sister and a mother to her beloved Enishi, and a lingering, impossible happiness from her engagement to her dearest childhood friend. As the mask of apathy slipped away, she found refuge in Kenshin's loving embrace.

In turn, Kenshin opened up about his own life, of his long-time struggle to find a balance between protecting others and being condemned to killing in the new era. In the midst of this discovery, Kenshin realized something else; he could no longer smell blood, only the sweet and reassuring scent of Tomoe's white plum, the future and his home. With a solemn promise to protect her happiness, Kenshin watched her smile in contentment.

Unspoken, Tomoe knew that however much she longed for it, she could not escape her tangled fate, and the spider's web she had become a part of.

Then, in heartbreaking silence, Tomoe left Kenshin's side without his awareness – a farewell to the man she loved, marked only by a gentle, bittersweet smile as he blissfully sleeps.

The crafty plot to get rid of Kenshin in the next chapter comes to life with him entering the forest of barriers, a place intricately crafted as his grave. Driven by his rage, Kenshin makes his way through the treacherous terrain, determined to reach out to Tomoe and rescue her, even if it means giving up his own life.

We are presented with the gut-wrenching scene when Tomoe throws herself between Kenshin and the Yaminobu, sacrificing her life to protect him instead and suffering a deadly wound from his sword. As she lies in Kenshin's lap, with his tears uncontrollably cascading down his cheeks, he is struck with the harsh reality and pain of losing the woman he loves. Tomoe leaves him the infamous X-shaped scar on his cheek, a symbol of all that has been lost, before peacefully slipping into eternal sleep.

Kenshin's anguish was palpable after Tomoe's passing. For countless days and weeks, he was in a despairing stupor as he endlessly contemplated and sought answers. Utterly broken, he discovered her diary and encountered an unbearable truth – that he had been the one who had squandered her joy.

Kenshin's emotions for Tomoe ran deep and passionate, yet the depths of his boundless love remained unexplored.

When the devious Enishi took his quest for revenge to a new level by simulating the death of Kaoru. Kenshin's world fell to pieces, unable to comprehend the sheer loss that greeted him. He sunk into a catatonic state of despair, leaving his friends to desperately plead for his return.

Yet, it was not their entreaties that broke the trance of his sorrow, but the enchanting fragrance of white plum blossoms that woke his wounded soul, once again.

As Kenshin stares into the abyss of his great despair over the disappearance of Kaoru, his face illuminates with a sorrowful yet endearing smile when he catches a vision of Tomoe. In his time of anguish, it is her vision that soothes his pained soul and imbues him with the courage to continue his journey to his new love, like a divine spirit watching over and guarding him from afar.

In a remarkable gesture of loyalty, devotion and adoration, she's promised him “If you smile, I who is inside yourself will always smile with you”. An indestructible bond, forged in pain, stands strong and unwavering between them.

As Kenshin clashed with Enishi, he was witness to the latter's vehement need to see him suffer and perish. Yet he was immutable in his conviction, stating that should Tomoe have wished for his death, he would have sacrificed himself without a second thought fifteen years ago. But that time had yet to come.

As the battle drew to a close, the story reached its bittersweet end. Kenshin led Kaoru to Tomoe's grave, explaining that the real Tomoe was kinder than "anyone or anything". With a sorrowful apology and a final goodbye, Kenshin then walked away, hand in hand with Kaoru, to embrace their future.

This story always captivated me as the most beautiful love story among the mangas I have read and the animes I have watched.

The life of the protagonist starts as a child facing death and despair, yet begins training at 10 and ultimately becomes the infamous Hitokiri Battōsai. Despite his accomplishments, he is as vulnerable and childlike as the 15-year-old he is when faced with attraction, trust, and love.

The loss leaves a deep scar, which fractures and then heals him in order to give him purpose-- atonement, a new life, and a transcendent, spiritual understanding of love. He embarks on a journey to protect himself and those around him, even in her absence, serving as the sheath to his sword until his final steps to peace and a renewed life-- a new love.

#rurouni kenshin #samurai x #kenshin x tomoe

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sims-half-crazy · 1 year

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I posted 242 times in 2022

That's 62 more posts than 2021!

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May 16, 1910

Dearest sister,

I hope things are well there. We celebrated Margaret's thirteenth birthday a few days ago. Hard to believe the two oldest are teenagers now. Daisy took her shopping for more appropriate frocks and I can't believe how grown up she looks.

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March 3, 1918

**excerpt from Margaret's private diary**

The horror of war is something I never want to see again. There are so many men who made the voyage back to Simerica only to die at the hands of infection or influenza. It's all I can do to keep my hands from being rubbed raw from all the handwashing I do.

We have a new patient. We didn't think he'd make it through the first night, but he did. He'd been caught in an attack with mustard gas and then a nearby shell threw flaming debris at him. He's more bandage than skin at this point. I sing to him. I sing to all the patients. it soothes them, and keeps me in practice. He woke one night while I was tending him, and I had the unfortunate task of telling him that he was never going to regain the sight in his left eye. I told him that he would heal and that the doctors were hopeful that the scarring wouldn't be too bad. He asked that we pray, so I grabbed his hand and said a small, quick prayer with him.

He then introduced himself as Otho Petrie Roper and that his family immigrated here before he was born from Finland. He tells me stories that his mother and father told him. He's quite engaging. I feel so terribly that he's in such pain as he heals, but I'm glad for the chance to lessen his pain with my company and care.

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January 14, 1911

I had to tell the girls that their mother would need more help over the next few weeks. I don't know rightly know what happened, Daisy is a competant cook and knows her way around the kitchen but she'd been complaining that the stove was acting funny of late. I should have paid more heed to what she was saying. The dadgum thing caught fire and in her attempts to put it out Daisy was burned. Not badly but her arm is burned. I don't know how badly she'll scar, but that's not even the worst of it. She was with child. We had no idea. She didn't even think she could get pregnant anymore; it's been so long since Josephine was born. My poor Daisy has had such terrible bleeding that the doctor put her on bedrest for the next week.

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firstroseprincess · 1 year

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Entry #24- Winter

Dearest Diary,

I feel like I am wasting away as years go by, I wish I could say that I could find solace in my beloved, but, I cannot. Every time I even look at him, he is punished: repeatedly beaten and bruised by the other saints. At night he is then locked away surrounded by deadly snares, preventing him from leaving. Recently, in my withered state, I asked my husband if I could just see my beloved one last time and I promised I would never look his way again with the promise my husband would stop the punishments. My husband agreed, on two conditions: that I pass through the snares without using my power, and if I ever saw him, he would pick a punishment meant only for me. I agreed.

I feel like my husband continues to underestimate me as he places these trials in front of me. With each cut that severs my limbs, every burn that touches my skin, each poison injected into my blood, and each mirage that shows me the worst outcome, I continue to move forward to see my beloved. But even though I make it to the end, I still feel sadness bring me down, for this is the last time I will ever see him. So, I make it count.

The moment he saw me, he held me close, refusing to let me go. I saw that he had gotten more muscular, paler, and scarred. To be honest, I missed how he was, but, I love him in whatever form he takes. On that night, we embraced for the last time. I still feel the warmth of his body on mine, the shape of his lips, and the sweet words he whispered in my ear.

These days I try to distract myself with the political state of my Kingdom. With the few villagers I have left, I try to make this a palatable place even if my husband tried to make me into a decorative monarch. We act like the perfect couple as we hold hands and dance in front of the onlookers, but I refuse to take it any further. I care not for his attitude as I go on with my duties. He can have a mistress or concubines for all I care, but each time he refuses to do so.

As my days go by like this, I feel myself getting ill. What could be wrong with me?

#rose princess #creative writing #oc

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mean-hare · 2 years

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third fuckin chapter of my diary lifestory (mhwnbcb)

achtung: boring, whinning, bullshit, stoopidness, mistakes of non-englisher. every character is real, everything is true, wtf

july, 1 nothing to eat but plently of coffee to drink. perfect. i started to drink more coffee. i started to even like it

july, 2 i wonder how many calories extreme sweating burns. i hate to wake up in such wet clothes under that hot sun rays

july, 3 my mom gets a kitten. i suggested to name him ronald. its tiny orange and white creature with blueish eyes and too loud voice. mom is happy but i am already overwhelmed

july, 4 asked mom to buy icecream and choko bar. thats the only things i ate today. all the day i watched long unhappy movies. dont want anything

july, 5 too many caffeine and once again million thoughs rushing my head at once, winding out my already poor powers. i thought i need to eat but when i ate i realised its not a hunger pain. i made bracelet of horse hair i found at the village field few weeks ago and my fingers tired. kitten walks on dark corridor, meows awfully loudly, annoying. i killed a moth attracted by the light of my phone.

july, 6 today i liked what i saw in the mirror and i thought maybe i am not fat and my weight is just a muscle weight. but then i decide i was wrong and that "muscle weight" is just an excuse for me to eat more and gain. so i declined this thought

july, 7 absolutely messed up with pancakes

july, 8 i started to do some little workouts. idk maybe its uncouscious wish to be good for my friend who is going to gym. i dont want to have muscles, i dont want to be strong, my body goal is more like live bjd doll. but he says that i am really very strong, one of strongest guys he know already. maybe i shouldnt waste this

july, 9 i binging to celebrate birthday of my dearest friend who probably doesnt like me and doesnt want to talk with me

july, 10 i pretended and considered about random shit and ideas and one idea was clown energy drink with eyestrain design and cursed pics on can and with weird tastes (like strawberry and seaweed or milk soup or meat icecream or peach buckwheat or what) and it also should be bright colored. and of course it should be zero kcals. i think i am gone abnormal and need more fucked up stimulation for all my senses

july, 11 bags and napkins and cans and bottles all around my room for few days long and i have no will and no powers to clean it up so i sleep in trash once again

july, 12 i tried to not hold the grudge for everyone who doesnt care about me, how everyone forget about me. i ate sweet bullshit to hold myself in better mood but it makes everything worse as always. at least i have no energy for crying and psych around. i am so ugly. as always. i think about sleeping in clothes like my dear danny does. clothes can hide my bodys ugliness from my eyes

july, 13 everything so pointless and maybe i should stop and doing nothing. everything i tried fails and i cant even die no matter how i want to. now all i can is just sleep, eat and watch something just to kill time not spended in sleep.

july, 14 i crush bodies of insects with my own bare hands. im living in dirt and dont take a bath or shower so it doesnt make difference

july, 15 i felt asleep at 2 am. i woke up at 4:55 am because of fuckin air alarm sound. you better leave me under their bombs but let me sleep, заїбали

july, 16 stuck in binge and cant purge bc this can make my severe headache become more severe

july, 17 i found girl online who lives in same city and we met irl. we both have tatoos and scars. she also has blueish hair, collar with chains and glitter makeup. . we sat in park and listened free music show of not really good bands. we may be friends. or not. i think i look and behave as an idiot. if only she is so lonely that shed like to have any friend, even miserable ones like me. and also i am too shy

july, 18 i didnt realise how touch starved and deprived i am until i took ride on tram. there stood very handsome man near me. he had long hair and shirt with dragon and hieroglyphs. all the time i thought about him. why that man? i dont know. but i was desperately wanting to embrase him, to lean to his chest. pet his skin etc, i was almost shaking, i dont even know, i felt something like this only when met danny at first time but we knew each other before, i think i never felt something like this to a stranger never seen before and may be never seen after and i am not horny, i didnt wanted sex, i just wanted touch. i so desperately wanted it and never get. i had an panic attack(i think it may be it) that night. danny was online and he tried to calm me. i asked him to stay with me online and we chatted a little, i cried and whinned to him and then exhaustingly felt asleep

july, 19 my face looks unfamiliar. something wrong. my eyes, my face look different. it also looks thinner but im sure that i lose no weight

july, 20 i send mails for 3 people and appeared in a group chat. and nobody answered

july, 21 success day. i stayed on my limit. goin to slaap. wantin cookies

july, 22 i bought and ate cookies. and chips. and choc. oh shit what have i done

july, 23 i ate so much (bag of spicy chips, 7 pieces of toasts with cheese, milky way bar) drank so much caffeine drinks (can of cold coffee, 0,5 l of energy drink, 2 l of pepsi black, many cups of tea)and i didnt sleep. i actually didnt sleep yesterday, i couldnt. i am home alone today. i walked my dog in hot concrete suburbs and then it the thunderstorm came. i singed for 3 hours and send, recorded this and sent records for dani bc he loves my voice.

july, 24 i didnt sleep so it wasnt hard to walk my dog at the morning. i was already awake and we walked in fields. fields looked very weirdcorey at the morning but after 30 minutes nature started to irritate me. we went back. i bought pack of cookies. then i drank a few cups of tea and coffee and started to feel nauseous because of too much of it.i slept a little on a couch at 12. then i wake up but was still tired so i slept few more hours. and then again. woke up at 16-17 completely and go to market and bought few more energy cans, 1 pack of chips and 1 pack of milk. then i walked with dog again. i ate and drunk so much but i hope that my long walks burned all of it. i am really so fuckin tired.

july, 25 toys are so expencive. i spent money on overpriced but so cute plastic horse. maybe i looked stoopid. brutal metalhead in black clothes with spikey bracelets that buy pink girlish toy. but i glad that i did it. i also bought some snacks and zero drinks. i sat on a bench, drank an energy drink, looked at the sunset and felt myself the coolest guy at the playground

july, 26 people joking about night crawing, night overeating etc but when else i should feel this crawings if i usually go to sleep at 6 am and waking up at 17 pm? how fucked my daily shedule is. but i have no regrets about it.

july, 27 no limit overtake bc theres no eadible (for me) food in house

july, 28 classical gross feeling after food. the guy writing this is Stupid

july, 29 i almost didnt eat, i cried almost all day and all night. i cried and cried. my parents was in same room sometimes and they didnt noticed bc i cried silently, i dont want them to see it. i miss my friend dani. he doesnt talk with me and i do not understand why.i miss him and i tried to be a good friend but nobody wants me now. i cried about my loneliness stopless guy from the shyzo chat calm me down finally. he likes me, i even dont know why but it is soo good. he sees something unique in me

july, 30 i trought that i tried everything and got hella bored but then i found a market with many snax and drinx to try. i missed new experiences

july, 31 i bought and drank so much caffeinated sugarless cheap drinx that i suffered all night… it becomes my bedtime routine lmao

#mhwnbcb #mental disorder #male ed #ed bllog #ed life #disorder #disorder eating #bpd #binging #purge #pain #whining #stupid

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closet-thing · 1 year

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...a journal- no, a diary.

Tch.

...

I can smell the old blood on this a mile away.

#scar's dearest diary #...

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stiffyck · 1 year

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AYO?? SCAR’S DEAREST DIARY?? WHAT?? WHAT IS HAPPENING STIFF

something im working on with a few other people :)

not telling what it is yet, but it's a really fun idea we're super excited about

#asks #stiff talk #scar's dearest diary

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persephonememes · 3 years

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* ( 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 / 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

do it. be bold.

we must continue our ruse until i've found my match.

me, unavailable; you, desirable.

i trusted you more than anyone in this world, and you took advantage.

you do not know me, but i know you.

you have no idea what it is to have one's entire life reduced to a single moment.

is this not lovely? all of us together again.

an expert in the art of the swoon.

i wish to be entertained.

it would be better if you refrain from thinking about me at all.

lovely indeed. we should tempt scandal more often.

the social season is upon us.

your love is an unrequited fantasy.

i cannot stop thinking of you.

i am anything but interested in you.

it is more than just your honor at stake.

i write in my diary which is not the same as writing in my novel.

a pairing like that would be most enchanting indeed.

the season's diamond, even more precious and rare a stone than previously thought?

stare into my eyes.

is it awful that i'm enjoying it?

if you desire the sun and the moon, all you have to do is go out and shoot at the sky.

we could pretend to form an attachment.

if there is a scandal, i shall uncover it.

must our only options be to squawk and settle or to never leave the nest?

all is fair in love and war.

there is nothing you cannot do.

my honor is not for sale.

if this is to work, we must appear madly in love.

i'm aware of your reputation.

do not tell me that is another scandal sheet.

you’ve always amused me.

we find ourselves seated next to each other. i’d think you’d be happy about that.

marriage has it joys, but it also brings with it its special trials.

it’d be better if you refrain from thinking about me at all.

you do not know me, and never shall.

you do not humiliate the one you love.

i’m aware of your reputation and i am anything but interested in you.

what if i want to fly?

the ones we love have the power to inflict the greatest scars.

every presumptuous mother in town will leave me alone and every suitor will be looking at you.

you do not trick the one you love.

if you desire the sun and the moon, all you have to do is go out and shoot at the sky.

let it be known that if there is a scandal, i shall uncover it.

you think that just because i’m a woman, i’m incapable of making my own choices?

love, conquers all.

you can choose to love me as much as i love you.

i am tired of pretending.

from the mornings you ease, to the evenings you quiet, to the dreams you inhabit my thoughts of you never end.

i cannot continue acting as if i do not love you. because i do.

i love all of you.

i cannot be your fool again.

the brighter a lady shines, the faster she may burn.

we chose to love each other every single day.

pride, it will cost you everything and leave you with nothing.

i am looking out for myself.

you don't deserve to breathe the same air as her.

you must simply marry the man who feels like your dearest friend.

i am ensuring my own future. because i know in my heart i know that there is no one else who ever will.

you do not lie to the one you love.

to meet a beautiful woman is one thing, but to meet your best friend in the most beautiful of women is something entirely apart.

circumstances change, ladies. sometimes over night.

her heart is no matter, as long as her hand remains free.

you cannot assure me of everything.

i will always protect you.

i believe i should like to stay.

i believe you should like to go.

what others should ever want such damaged goods now?

you have no idea what it is to be a woman.

you are perfection itself.

what? you don’t love me for my subtlety.

would you rather die than marry me?

i am yours, i have always been yours.

it is you i cannot sacrifice.

i burn for you.

it pains me you should think every compliment a mockery.

i ask you, can the ends ever justify such wretched means?

#rp memes #rp meme #rp prompts #ask meme #Ask memes #brigerton

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tom-riddle-haunts-me · 3 years

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Not a new chapter but a mini fic I felt like writing. I'm a little stuck with the "main story", so I hope you'll enjoy this little drabble. I'm warning you, this shit gets sad and ugly.

Abigail 🐍✨

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Tw: angst, gore, blood

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

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It Hurts

"Who are you?"

"What do you mean, Y/n? It's me, I'm... I'm Tom"

"I... I don't know you"

Tom stepped back. Locking eyes with you had never felt so terrifyingly unreal to him.

"Y/n..."

Why you? Anyone. Fate could've taken anyone away from him, but you?

"Oh, Mr Riddle!"

Dumbledore. He would've helped him.

"Professor! Y/n is actin-"

"-our biggest disappointment."

Another step back.

"Who is this, Professor?"

Your voice echoed heavily in his ears, crawling up to his brain and piercing through it like a long blade. A thin, cold metal string slowly lacerating his cerebral matter, a wicked torture that left behind nothing but an even colder nothingness and blood, too much blood. Tom could feel the thick crimson fluid run down his neck, anxiety taking hold of the sticky substance and guiding its goopy drips around his own throat, suffocating the tired wizard.

"Y/n, it's me, IT'S ME."

"Who are you?"

The sound that somehow managed to reach Tom was muffled and eerily calm, almost lifeless. It wasn't your voice. The figure standing in front of him, that was you, he knew it, but he was hearing something else rather than your voice. It was painful listening to such an abomination.

Grotesque. Putrid. Writhing. Cruel words pooling around him.

Far, far away.

"Who are you? Are you okay? You look pale"

As your hand reached his face, Tom couldn't bring himself to melt into your touch as he habitually would. Couldn't you see the blood?

"He's about to die, Y/n."

"Oh... Alone? Like this? I'm sorry"

"Y/n I'm... I'm not dying"

As the teacher withdrew your hand from his face, panic tightened the pressure around his neck. Oxygen was struggling to flow through his lungs, his organs protesting as they were starting to feel the lack of air.

It hurt.

"Can we save him?"

"Yes, but we won't"

"Okay"

Words were failing the usually composed wizard, hopelessly stuck in his guts. His eyes were fixated on his dearest friend, the only person in the entire world who could make him feel something else rather than just anger and bitterness. His loneliness felt a little warmer with her, his thirst for power a little less cruel, his fears a little more bearable. Sitting under their dead tree by the Black Lake was something that brought comfort to him in times of distress, still, it was hard to believe the ones staring at him were those same eyes, the e/c gems that he got used to see smile every time they were to meet with his. In the mean time, your hugs were crumbling into mere memories in the back of his mind and Tom felt powerless for the first time since forever. Now the orphanage would be cold and desolate again, silence would come back to fill his empty room and days.

He needed to stop. Stop thinking, feeling. He hated that. He hated you. He was embarrassed with himself for he shouldn't have perceived such stupid things.

His pale hand traveled to his petrified face.

Tears.

Rotten fury exploded in his stomach like an erupting volcano, resulting in an aberrant sickness disturbing his already devastated self. Now nothing had to matter, not anymore. Not your giggles, not you nervously playing with your hair. What would happen to your smile, the one you had promised was only his, had to be none of his business. Letting it go should've been easy, he knew far too well how to block out anything useless to his goal. His exhausted mind slipped to your now blank eyes, your toneless voice.

You body, barely covered by the white dress you were wearing, looked consumed by a melancholy he couldn't define, deep buried in your eyes, flat and washed-up as much as the pale fabric flowing around you.

His chest stung.

"Tom"

Dumbledore's skinny hand found its way to your shoulder, like a caring parent, yet it had an ugly something in it.

Tom thought about your tone, your real one. He thought about the times it had reassured him, soothed his nerves down. That one time it had slightly raised with boldness to defend him from Dumbledore himself. Your promises. They flowed back like a swollen river. The darkness in your eyes when you declared that you were to come for whoever ever dared to wrong him, now gone. How, how he would've liked to tell you about your beauty. Harmless to sight, dangerous to the reckless. Just like a rose.

His rose.

Twisted sparkles in your eyes, shadows that still felt warm and pure. Innocence.

Horror.

Terror drowned his heart, need overwhelming his confused mind.

Where were you?

Uncertainty danced under his skin.

Not enough. Was he? Evil could never bloom into a rose. Its fruits would rot and fall into darkness, dragging down every little drop of light they'd ever reach.

The hand that was touching you, he hated that. And now, now it was rotting, the meat melting right onto your oblivious self.

Bones.

"Yes, Y/n?"

His tears kept on running dow his face, the skin under the salty guilty stinging while stretching into the smallest, surrendered smile.

You had no idea who he was, didn't you?

Time slowed down in the most excruciating way right before Dumbledore's skin began to shed off of him like a used robe. Dirty, now useless, distressed.

Large wings spread through the thick air of the Dark Forest, Lady Death herself raising up behind Y/n, her delicate face was now painted with a content smile and peaceful tears, mimicking his own.

"It hurts"

Before Tom's mind could gave birth to any sort of though, the Hooded Dame slid back, his beloved rose obnoxiously secured to Her chest in a possessive way. And at the same time they backed away, the ground faded unhurried into nothingness. An abyss was now opening its jaws under Y/n's beaten body, and it started to swallow her whole in slow-motion.

Tom stood frozen, the cruelty of his condition giving him all the time in the universe to process Y/n's flesh breaking into bloody, gruesome chunks, her organs easily finding their way out of her abdomen, down, into the merciless void with a dreadful, wet moan.

Tom threw himself in the emptiness of your end, reaching for the parts of what his delirious mind hoped could be sewed up together again. Was is it losing you that drove him crazy?

Or did the seed of madness just finally bloom in his now blood covered hands?

When did they got stained with crimson?

"Why didn't you save me, Tom?"

"Tom?"

"Tom"

"Tom!"

<TOM!>

The Slytherin's dark eyes shot open only to find e/c ones stare right back at them, red and swollen by tears still freshly oozing down s/c skin.

You felt so broken to his ears. So stressed to his eyes. As your finally sweet tone caressed his hearing again, Tom still found it difficult to move. Reality was just starting to settle in, his brain still processing the gruesome images that'll be now forever carved in his mind. You were screaming at him, but he couldn't hear you.

He looked to the left.

His diary.

Tom was in his dorm room, again, his soulmate straddling him in the most innocent way.

Crying, shaking.

Were you angry at him?

Tom did not have sufficient energies to keep his cold act up. Time was not wasted, and his arms laced around you as fast as possible, bringing you as close to his chest as they could. He'd probably crush your bones at a certain point, still he knew none of you cared, not when you were squeezing him the same way.

<Don't you dare do it again, Riddle. You scared the life out of me.>

He was not aware of his muscles being that tense until that very moment. The second your skin collapsed into his, everything was swept away, like smoke in thin air. The room was empty, the clock on its wall claiming the dead of the night to be the time your scene was playing.

You didn't really need to say more. Your body just slipped on the mattress, right beside Tom, letting enough space for his worn out frame to curl up to it. Your fingers began to play with his locks, actually unusually sweaty and almost dry, nothing like his usually silky ones. You'd swear you could feel his shattered mind under your fingertips, if only it was possible you'd seek for its scars and heal them one by one.

If only it was possible.

<Y/n?>

Tom's breath slowed down gradually, just like his heart rate, lulled by the quiet tone you were humming.

<Yes, Tom?>

The clock was almost too loud, you were afraid its ticketing would disturb him. Was keep staring at it enough to silence the noise?

Drowsy murmurs left the young wizard's lips, falling in your lap like dead petals but failing to reach up to your ears.

You bent over, just a little, at least enough to trace out his confused mutters. It reminded you of your days at the orphanage, when you both were too young and scared. It brought your mind back when Tom used to tell you his secrets, when you were his one and only. When he was still just Tom.

<What... What does it feel to jump into the void?>

H/c hair gently fell over your shoulders as your head found rest on the wall.

Air was cold against your now wet cheeks.

"Can we save him?"

"Yes, but we won't"

The steady rhythm of Tom's chest raising up and down told you he was finally long gone into a gentle slumber, safe from himself.

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Log 2239

Today...wasn't that great. Remember the Jungle Bandit? Yeah, that's Grian. I found that out today...not in the best way. And, like, I know Grian didn't mean it. He doesn't know. But it still. I don't know. Yeah. Anyway, have this I guess.

...

Grian ran through the woods. Branches whipped and tore at his skin, leaving bloody scratches on his cheeks. He knew the blood would only attract them, and still, he ran.

Growls followed him as he raced past trees and vines, jumping over knots in the ground. His chest felt like it was on fire with how out of breath he was and his legs hurt, but he couldn't afford to stop. He'd seen earlier that day what the undead were capable of, stood there and watched his neighbour get torn apart over and over by what was only ever supposed to be a prank. He couldn't let that happen to him.

Suddenly, Grian felt something grab his foot. Before he could so much as make a single sound, his legs were pulled out from under him and his face met the ground. Slimy claws crawled up his shins and Grian flipped over to his back, letting out a choked shout and rapidly scrambling away when he came face-to-face with eyeballs rotting out of a cracked skull.

Against the black background of the jungle, the zombies looked terrifying in a way he’d never seen them. Advancing from every side, bony fingers and ripped skin and exposed insides—they were everywhere, and Grian had never felt more afraid.

For the first time in his life, he understood what it felt like to be hunted.

A putrid stench filled the air and Grian gagged as he found himself trapped, pinned with decaying remains above him, rot and gunk splattering on his face. The zombie bit into his leg and Grian screamed—screams that soon turned into sobs as he desperately tried to get away.

His efforts were futile, however, as the more he tried to push off the zombie pinning him to the muddy earth, the more came to aid it. Grabbing one of the zombies’ hand proved to be a mistake when it came clean off. Gagging again, Grian threw the hand to the side and pressed himself into the ground, trying to move as little as possible as tears leaked out of his eyes.

This was it. He was going to die. He was going to die, and there was nothing he could do.

Teeth envenomed with sickness bit into his shoulder and Grian wailed, overwhelming pain blinding him, overtaking every inch and nerve of his body. Blood gushed out of him like a fountain, wetting his neck, seeping into the groundcover below. His vision fading, curse creeping up on his consciousness, Grian closed his eyes and prayed that it would hurry up. He wanted to be pulled under. He wanted to go home.

Scar’s face was the last thing he saw as the zombies took their own.

Grian had never regretted a prank more.

...

So uh. Yeah. This is that.

I don’t know why I wrote this. I just. After I got out of that death loop, Grian telling me that it was just a prank—I wanted him to hurt. I wanted him to get torn apart like I did. I wanted to hear him scream. So I guess I’ve gotten what I wanted, in a way.

I’m scared.

writing by @chemdisaster

art by @stiffyck

#gtws #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #scar’s dearest diary #tw blood #tw gore

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