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i want 60 thousand votes by next thursday

#notshitenmusays #yes 😶 #I don’t post most of it #but I sure as hell write it

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My hungry ass could NEVER be a surgeon

#shitenmusays #my hungry ass could never #memes

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Enmu just gives me cat guy vibes. I can’t explain it.

#mun speaks #enmew?

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The meow 🥺

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Trains.

#reblogged #here comes the boy

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IM NOT SORRY

#reblogged #this is your brain on demon blood

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#reblogged #dreamer aesthetic

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Note: here is part 4 of the Drabble I’ve been working on regarding Enmu’s human life. I aim to write him as someone who has been through some very difficult things in his life but also a highly manipulative person who cares more about his own needs than the needs of others.

CW for gore, death, medical malpractice, abuse, and manipulation

Part 4

Enmu’s body shook. He couldn’t clear his he’d. Why were his eyes stinging like this?

Are you sure you can handle this, Enmu? His brother’s words echoed in his mind, This clinic is no place for the delicate.

But I am not delicate! he thought as he took in a slow, deep breath. Now was no time to let his emotions influence him. He blinked until his vision cleared and approached the examination table. Could it be that whatever mauled his former patient had gotten his father as well?

An odd mark on Sato’s ankle caught his eye. He lifted the tattered leg of the man’s trousers. There was no denying it. Those marks couldn’t be anything other than rope burns.

Hideki Sato hadn’t simply fallen off a boat and drowned. No, something more was at play. Enmu carefully examined the torn flesh of his upper thigh. There was an awful lot of bruising around the wounds for a post mortem injury. Similar bruising around what was left of his chest. Neck, too. Were those fingerprints around his throat?

The more he saw the more disturbed he became. No, this was no mere fishing accident, but someone must have wanted it to look that way.

But why? Who? Sato was fairly well liked, at least from what Enmu knew of him. Just an average, humble, workaday man nearing middle age. Nothing about him really stood out. He was only middle class so it was unlikely he was killed for his money.

Enmu lifted one of the man’s mangled arms. Scraps of his tattered shirt still clung to the body, practically glued in place by congealed blood. He began the tedious task of removing the tattered remnants of clothing for a better look at the wounds. Yet as he pulled away what was left of the shirt, he saw something that made his own blood run cold.

It wasn’t the large chunk of flesh missing from the man’s shoulder that caught his eye, but a smaller wound just above it. The sight nearly made him drop his scalpel. Had he never removed the shirt he wouldn’t have seen the unmistakably human teeth marks in the flesh. Well, human save for a set of deep gouge marks where the canines would normally be.

No matter how many times Enmu looked away then back at the bite mark on the corpse’s bruised flesh it didn’t disappear. He bit down hard on his lower lip, something Ayumu had termed a disgusting habit Enmu never outgrew. Pinching himself never seemed to illicit much pain, anyway.

Yet the sight in front of him never wavered of changed even as pain shot through his lip and the sharp, metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. The more he examined the various places on the body where large chunks of flesh had been torn away, the more bite marks he found. He took a step back from the cadaver as a bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

The idea was too absurd to even entertain. Cannibalism? Sato-san being eaten alive? Murder in a town this size? It was preposterous. If he told Ayumu what he discovered he’d think Enmu had lost it completely.

If his sanity was called into question he would lose everything. Enmu never had any hope of escaping his brother before attaining this position. He wanted more than anything to flee the city and go somewhere far away where Ayumu could never find him. A place where he could live life on his own terms.

He was offered this opportunity through nothing more than sheer dumb luck. The family clinic was passed down through the generations father to eldest son. Ayumu had been unable to maintain the position due to failing health and had no other option.

After all, the Tamio’s were a rather secluded bunch. Enmu was even more so. His episodes became worse after his father disappeared, enough to disturb the peace of the townsfolk. After that Enmu wasn’t allowed out of the house much. Ayumu only loosened the reins upon realizing he needed a replacement. As isolated as he was up to that point, it was unlikely his former identity would be remembered by many.

The position was fairly lucrative at the start. Yet by the time Enmu fully took over Ayumu’s position their clinic had competition. Within the past decade the little town had grown quite a bit. Similar businesses were starting to crop up, resulting in less customers.

If things kept going the way they were, Enmu wouldn’t have enough money to escape until his mid thirties. Something had to be done.

Yet if his sanity was called into question it would all come crashing down. Not just his job but his future plans. Any shot at freedom would be dashed. His very identity could be at stake. Enmu couldn’t bring himself to live as that person again. If he had to dirty his hands to avoid such a fate, so be it.

He already had blood on his hands. One of his patients passed away months after being discharged from treatment. The patient’s wife had been unable to prove anything. The resurgence of her husband’s symptoms had been chalked up to relapse. What was one more lie?

Breathing heavily he covered the body with a sheet. He’d seen more than enough. Enmu was aware that leaving the townsfolk in the dark about something like this placed their safety in jeopardy but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Whatever happened back there it’s of no concern to me, he thought as he peeled off his bloody gloves, whatever is lurking out there probably only attacked Sato because he was in it’s territory. Same with Father. But I know better than to go back there now. I’ll be safe.

At least that was what he told himself.

#enmudrabble #enmu tamio #kny #fanfiction #lower moon 1

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#reblogged #notshitenmusays #writing

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I’m going to kill you now, tee-hee!

#shitenmusays

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#reblogged

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no longer asking what’s wrong with me i don’t believe i care to know

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What do you mean Rui’s the favorite?!

#shitenmusays #rui ayaki #lower moons #lower moon 5 #lower moon 1

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15 psychological tortures that will "Wow!" him in the horror labyrinth 😍

#reblogged #relevant

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“You’re Falling, You’re Falling, Into a Dream.”

#reblogged

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There’s no need to be so anxious. I’m legitimately board certified, no really

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There’s only room for one dramatic bastard in the Twelve Kizuki and it’s me

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