#swungbat

         HE’S LYING ON THE COUCH. he picks up his glass of water from the table next to him, and in a attempt to drink while lying down, pours it over his own face, half-choking on the liquid that enters his body.

 Displaying   no   sign   of   REMORSE,   Tsukasa   shoved   his   hand   into   another   supernatural’s   stomach   and   began   clenching   his   fist   tightly.   “N-no,   please!   I’m   sorry!”   the   other   supernatural   cried   in   AGONY.   The   child   said   nothing   in   return.   Followed   by   cracking   noises;   SCRUNCH!   The   boy   crushed   their   internal   organs   within   his   grasp,   causing   the   supernatural   to   explode.

          tonight   even  the  moon  has    forsaken    them     ———     only  darkness  their  companion .     light’s  absence  highlights  the  desolation  in  his  frame ,    what  eats  at  his  mind  weighs  on  his  shoulders .     she’s  rooted  in  her  place ,    fingers  tangling  in  nervous  fiddling .     what  can    she    do    ?     how  could  frail  resolution     (     where  timidity     &     weakness  resides     )     bear  the  weight  of  his  demons    ?

                                                      𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫𝑵'𝑻 .

costuming fun, ft. @swungbat

            ❛  naota, are you any good at art?  ❜

            another one.

            noriaki had to admit, that naota and he did not have much             in common. they didn’t even go to the same school. noriaki             didn’t even live here. at most, they got along with one another,             maybe even with naota looking up to the teen, albeit only             being slightly older than himself.

            he looked behind the sketchbook he held in one hand, a             pencil in the other as he sat on the grass by the riverbank,             a place where he would usually find him, and looked at the             scenery before him. naota was there too, standing along the             shore, looking over the water towards the buildings in the distance.

            his sketching stopped, an idea forming in his head the more             he watched naota looking at the scenery he was so familiar with.

            ❛  ... you should come over to where i live. tokyo, i mean.             i could take you there, if you want? for a day, maybe? i             thought you’d maybe like something like that. a change             of scenery.  ❜