MORALITY CHALLENGE Bold All The Things Your Muse Has Done ( Will / Would Do Is In Italics, Bolded Italics

MORALITY CHALLENGE ━━━ bold all the things your muse has done ( will  /  would do is in italics, bolded italics means they’ve done it before and will probably do it again ).

murder  /  manslaughter  /  assault  /  robbery  /  breaking & entering  /  theft  /  embezzlement  /  money-laundering  /  kidnapping  /  torture  /  blackmail  /  arson  /  trespassing  /  treason  /  libel or slander  /  obstruction of justice  /  lying to law enforcement  /  creation of a weapon  /  espionage  /  riot  /  escape from lawful custody  /  contempt of court  /  public intoxication  /  conspiracy  /  accessory to a crime  /  harboring a fugitive  /  bribery  /  perjury under oath  /  resisting arrest  /  identity theft  /  corporate fraud  /  tax fraud  /  document forgery  /  destruction of evidence  /  assassination  /  counterfeiting  /  sale of a controlled substance  /  purchase of a controlled substance  /  failure to pay child support  /  hacking crimes  /  threat  /  pick-pocketing  /  shoplifting

murder  /  manslaughter  /  assault  /  robbery  /  breaking & entering  /  theft  /  embezzlement  /  money-laundering  /  kidnapping  /  torture  /  blackmail  /  arson  /  trespassing  /  treason  /  libel or slander  /  obstruction of justice  /  lying to law enforcement  /  creation of a weapon  /  espionage  /  riot  /  escape from lawful custody  /  contempt of court  /  public intoxication  /  conspiracy  /  accessory to a crime  /  harboring a fugitive  /  bribery  /  perjury under oath  /  resisting arrest  /  identity theft  /  corporate fraud  /  tax fraud  /  document forgery  /  destruction of evidence  /  assassination  /  counterfeiting  /  sale of a controlled substance  /  purchase of a controlled substance  /  failure to pay child support  /  hacking crimes  /  threat  /  pick-pocketing  /  shoplifting

tagged: @lovlorne, ty vv much!!! <3 tagging: @nectaric @tenebriism @buddymuses @ofeggies @lcngdays @thetowermuse @rabbitfled @fooltrick @squidsavior @dandelicn @z0mburger ( many of you are multis and ik i did splatoon muses but just pick whoever u want!! )

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There's a familiarity, there, in the way he knows that fear — that panic.

the way it tangles in you, squeezing, a compression act of who can flee or pass out trying. he understood it best in the aftermath, when they'd begun to hate him, all casts & crutches & full of blame, blame for a thing that wasn't right — that he knew wasn't right — but still thrown under the bus for until he begun to believe he deserved it. the vice-grip of a python and an escape artist, the snake so much bigger, so much more than you; one, a master, the other; a child.

a child. she was just a little girl— shit, those were tears, weren't they? what's wrong, what's—

it takes a moment for the words to cut through the confusion and the guilt in Ryuji, a spoon through thick ice — he notices the barren skin of the exposed arm like a discolored marionette painted by ages and endurances it should not have faced, decorated in paints that were not paints but dyed the wood anyhow; dyed the flesh.

it reminds him of the way his leg had been for weeks after breaking it, the bruising and angry inflamed blood vessels creeping up and out of the cast as if seeking a revenge it couldn't have in its mending, where even its healing was that born of rage. the way the bruises were mottled and ugly and refused to die for longer than they should've, something he'd in his painkiller delirium feared to be permanent. — it wasn't, only the scars were.

” You don't gotta- Jeez, do you need to go to a hospital or something-?? “ Ryuji's words were brazen, blunt to the point of injury if he was unlucky; often, he was ” Did you get your arm caught on something-? “

He peers around, lean body bending in efforts to see where she'd came from. Scuffs of shoe toes on concrete, fabric caught on metal, anything; anything at all. after a moment he remembers, seeing a flock of students a little ways away headed towards the school in a hurry, where exactly they are.

” Uh— “ he starts, articulation failing him to convey where she is ; and perhaps, where would be better to go. He's… still trying to figure the latter half out when he opens his mouth.

thump-thump-thump. yui’s heart beats as fast as her legs move, perhaps even ten times quicker. her speedy footfalls on sidewalks add to the drumming symphony of her retreat: heart pounding in her ears, shoes slamming against concrete, head down, body moving to pull her far, far away.

the girl grabs the strap of her bookbag tightly with her right hand, gripping it in sheer defiance—you can’t make me do anything!—as she weaves through crowds. advantages of being one-point-two meters in stature: it makes hiding easier, it makes squeezing into small areas easier, and it makes it so she can weave through crowds like a red thread through a needle.

never mind her butchered string wants to tug yui back toward her other, yearning desperately to be embraced in her arm so yui could cry. but she can’t go back, not now—not when she could do something horrible once again.

those thoughts make her run faster. everything weaves by in a blur until she finds herself near the back-area of some building. yui doesn’t know where she is, but the cold concrete and metallic guards are a respite. there is calm in the chaotic air. since she doesn’t know anyone well enough to taste their stress… it’s muddled. she can block it out easier. she can fight it.

yui pins her hands to the side of her head, squeezing her eyes shut. the pressure in her chest squirms and writhes, a part of her that so desperately wants to bask in the pain of others. it’s foreign yet familiar, and she hates it!

sudden sharp words shake her to attention immediately. yui’s brown eyes blow wide, the child scrambling to move away a a meter or so. she stands on shaky feet, lowering her head and makes herself small, because if she’s small enough maybe she can hide.

then the teen trips over his tongue and recedes his rebuke. yui stays in her turtle-shell posture, body trembling, before she registers that she’s asked a question. she lifts her head to look at the other. she has to answer. her throat is dry and her glove covering her stained arm is gone. she has to answer.

“i-i…”

speech isn’t coming to her. she shouldn’t be here. it’s the same feeling she had when mr. kotowari’s looming presence hovered over her—an unspoken whisper of YOU SHOULD NOT BE, because she was dead and she was endangering haruhi by existing and mr. kotowari would snip her in half and—!

…

yui merely stands, shell-shocked, but the tears welling up in her eyes likely provide enough of an answer. the girl’s breaths are unstable. she tries to back up, but it’s hard to move her feet. pale panic frames her face, yui the portrait of a schoolgirl who’s terrified by far more than accidentally trespassing.

and yet… and yet… she tries to sound composed, calm, and decisive.

“i-i’m terribly s-sorry!” yui tries to offer an apologetic bow, but ends up grabbing the nearby fence to support herself—she looks about to faint. “i didn’t… realize i was trespassing, s-sir… i… i can… go.”

// yknow i didnt intend to kinda. redo my theme in a different Genre of Vibe but ig an update was in order regarding the main blog, didn't have a ton of contrast usually BHKGTRB

also i got the main header to work im SO PROUD. it was not my intention going into this to use a persona 5 one but u know what. sometimes that's just how it is

// i'm gonna kill god to get this header to the right size i swear to CHRIST

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