#fbtg

i’ve got bad news.

i’ve been working on the next page of the From Black to Gold series and while i was doing that, my PC suddenly crashed (fucking blue screen of death). after my PC resetted itself, all my progress was gone. and i don’t have the fucking patience to do this all over again today. which means i must delay the next page on another day

BUT i’ve decided to make up for all my delays i’ve made with alil teaser for the future

Me: ...

My Brain: 

Me: 

Me, throwing sneak peeks of my writing everywhere because I can. XD 

I’m just excited about Chapter 11 of FBTG but I promised myself I won’t post it yet because I need to take a break so I can pile up on updates so I don’t get stressed but---

Dammit. So yeah. Let me just... post this. XD

Creeeeeaaak.

The sound of the door slowly opening stirred Ouma from his sleep. The Supreme Leader blinked softly, noting that the lights were turned off. Which was weird, because Ouma didn’t like sleeping in total darkness. Maybe Momota-chan turned it off, he reasoned, snuggling closer to the astronaut, loving the way their bodies fit like puzzle pieces, nice and snug and safe and oh, so comfortable. He didn’t think twice about the fact that a small sliver of light was sifting through the now open door, nor did he think about the soft footsteps that followed after. Because Momota was here, so what could go wrong? Well, logically speaking, a lot of things could go wrong. But he just felt so nice. So safe. So comfortable. The specters embodying his fears and worries didn’t matter, neither did the monsters under the bed.

Everything is fine.

Ouma hummed softly as he nuzzled against Momota’s chest. He didn’t think twice about the fact that he smelled like rust and salt, like the blood on the shirt Momota took off, blood that was red but then wasn’t and why is that blood pink, that’s so weird, that’s so, so weird---

Everything. Is. Fine.

Ouma swallowed hard. He didn’t think twice (Don’t think about it…. I said don’t think about it!) about the fact that Momota’s chest was damp. Damp like sweat. Damp like blood. The dampness clung to his cheeks and his clothes and it’s disgusting and oh my god why is Momota-chan covered in blood (he’s not he’s not he’s not he can’t be please)---

EVERYTHING IS FINE.

Ouma squeezed his eyes shut and didn’t think about the fact that he could hear no heartbeat. Didn’t think about the fact that the specter who was walking inside his room now sat on the side of the bed and caressed his hair. Didn’t think about the fact that the specter’s fingers were riddled with rings, cold against his cheek, and didn’t think about the fact that when the specter chuckled, his voice was that of a certain Ultimate Adventurer that Ouma had sort of trusted but now couldn’t because don’t trust Amami don’t trust Amami don’t trust Amami---

“Open your eyes, Ouma-kun.” Amami said, his voice brimming with kindness and care and brotherly compassion and the devil was once an angel but Ouma didn’t want to think about it, no, he’s not thinking about it--- DON’T think about it! FUCK FUCK FUCK--- is it you who are you WHERE ARE YOU why can’t I trust Amami-chan, please tell me… Please tell me, Tetsuya---

Ouma opened his eyes. The lights were suddenly on. Momota was staring blankly at him with lifeless eyes, the end of a blade poking from his neck. His blood splattered and flowed all over Ouma, all over the bed. A cascade of red (pink?), red (PINK?), RED (PINK?)---

Momota-chan! NO!

(Don’t trust Amami. Don’t trust Amami. Don’t trust Amami.)

Don’t leave me…

(He isn’t dead. He isn’t. He isn’t. Please please please please PLEASE---)

Amami was chuckling.

(I’m scared I’m scared I’m scared I’m scared I’M SCARED I’M SCARED I’M-)

“You’re next… Ouma-kun.”

BTG Offers Free Reading of “B.R.O.K.E.N code bird S.W.I.T.C.H.I.N.G” By Tara L. Wilson Noth

Pittsfield, MA– Berkshire Theatre Group (BTG) and Kate Maguire (Artistic Director, CEO) are proud to announce the world premiere, free reading of B.R.O.K.E.N code bird S.W.I.T.C.H.I.N.G by Tara L. Wilson Noth on August 23 at 2pm at The Unicorn Theatre (6 East Street, Stockbridge, MA). It is strongly recommended to reserve your ticket in advance, due to limited seating, by calling the BTG box…

From Beyond the Grave - Chapter 15

[A/N: This chapter isn’t anything near done yet so I might not post anything tomorrow, but I just wanted to show a sneak peek!]

Momota blinked into awareness, realizing he’s been glaring at the thing on his hands for a while now. He sighed, placing the seventh love hotel key into his pocket. Ouma had (once again) dismissed him with a list of things he absolutely needed to do before nighttime tonight, and Momota had no fucking idea why hoarding love keys were even at the very top of the list. The Supreme Leader had basically emptied all the monocoins from his account into Momota’s in order to make sure he’ll get lots, even telling him to make it sold out if at all possible. While seeing this love keys again made him feel nostalgic, it also sent his brain to… places, but he didn’t want to dwell on that right now. Ouma obviously was getting the keys for something important. Not for… whatever dirty things the devil in Momota’s shoulder was whispering.

He ran his hand through his face feeling his cheeks faintly burning. God, of all times to feel hot and bothered…

He couldn’t help it! He was just cockblocked by Monokuma himself early this morning, and now Ouma was giving him orders to get as many love hotel keys as fucking possible— what was he supposed to think? Ouma even had that almost-smirk on his face as he said it, telling him that what happened earlier today made it perfect for Momota to play the horny teenager and hoard the keys without looking suspicious. Teased him that maybe if he was good, they might actually use one of it for other… more personal activities. Watched Momota degrade into a blushing, stuttering mess before he retracted his statements and told him it was a lie.

“Who has time for sex in a killing game? Not me,” the bastard said, with a sly sparkle in his eyes. God, his boyfriend was troublesome.

The thought made Momota pause.

Boyfriend, huh.

The astronaut scratched the back of his head, unsure how to feel. Not yet, but soon, he promised himself. Not yet, but soon, the ache in his lungs promised back.

“I’m completely yours... but only if you survive till the end with me.”

Everything will be fine. Everything should be fine. They got everything under control. But dread was stirring in Momotas’s gut. Something told him something was about to go terribly, horribly wrong. And soon.