#Please stay with me

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Hello my wonderful friend! I’m here with a request if you’re feeling it!

“a kiss to convince the other to stay”

With Crosshair? 👉🏻👈🏻

hi friend!! <3 thank you for this request! I must admit that my brain automatically turned to angst for this one, so I am so very sorry for the pain this may or may not cause (hurt my own feelings writing it)

Please Stay with Me

Summary: You try to convince Crosshair to come back with you.

Warnings: gn!reader, ANGST GALORE, hurt no comfort, takes place at the very end of 01x16

Word Count: 696

Tears sting in your eyes though they refuse to fall. In the distance, Tipoca City—what’s left of it—burns, black smoke churning in the otherwise clear sky. Ironic, you think, how beautiful the weather has chosen to be on such a tragic day. Heart weighing heavy in your tight chest, you swallow down a sob. You’ve only visited Kamino a handful of times as the nat-born medic assigned to Clone Force 99, but you feel its loss keenly. 

You can only imagine what the six clones around you feel, watching the only home they’ve ever known smolder. 

“It’s...” Omega trails off, her voice cracking. “...all gone.” 

You lay a hand on her shoulder and squeeze gently, letting her know you’re here. She covers your hand with one of her small ones. 

“We should leave before the Empire’s scouts show up,” Tech says. 

“You coming with us?” Wrecker asks. 

Turning, you catch the way that Crosshair very obviously does not look in your direction where you stand with Omega. Bile rises in your throat, despite the aching squeeze in your chest. 

“None of this,” Crosshair says, “changes anything.” 

Hunter hesitates, glancing at you for a moment. Then he sighs. “You offered a chance, Crosshair. This is yours.” 

“I made my decision.” 

Except it wasn’t a choice! you want to scream. It was the chip! It was the Empire! This isn’t you! 

But the words stick in your throat like glue, clogging your windpipe until you feel lightheaded. Omega gives you a concerned look. 

Whatever Hunter has said, it doesn’t seem to have changed Crosshair’s mind. One by one, the squad turns away to head back to the Marauder. Omega slips away from your grasp to run after her brothers, before hesitating. You squint your eyes shut, tears finally spilling over onto your cheeks, as you do your best to tune out their private conversation. But Omega’s words reach you regardless. She has a way of getting to the heart of a matter with uncanny precision. Her statement cuts you deep. 

“You’re still their brother, Crosshair,” she says in a plaintive voice. “You’re my brother, too.” 

Her footsteps retreat. For a moment, you know it’s just you and Crosshair on the platform, the others on the ship already. He remains silent, and so do you. Everything you’ve wanted to say to him since the Empire came into power, everything you want to scream and rant and fall apart over dies on the tip of your tongue when you open your eyes and find him staring at you. 

“Cross—” Your voice breaks, thick with tears. “Please.” 

“Like I said, I made my decision.” He turns away. 

Body suddenly unlocked from where you’ve been frozen, you stride to him and grab his plastoid-covered arm to spin him back to face you. He lets himself be pulled, his sharp eyes finding yours. But instead of the warm amber you recall, his eyes are dull and flat. Your heart breaks a little bit more. 

“Please,” you whisper. 

He murmurs your name, a flicker of pain sparking in his eyes. “You know I can’t.” 

You shake your head. Shoving down the sob that threatens to tear you apart from the inside, you cup his face in your hands. His stubble has grown out, and his hair has refused to grow back since the Bracca incident, but his skin is just as warm and familiar as you remember. Leaning into him, you press a desperate kiss to his lips. Stay, you want to say. Stay with me.

He remains still, stiff and unmoving under your touch. When you pull back, his eyes are screwed shut. His breath fans over your face in a shuddering exhale. But, as those lifeless eyes open once more, he merely removes your hands from his face—gently, though you give no resistance—and steps out of your grasp. 

A warm arm tightens around your middle, your back pressed to cold plastoid. Hunter’s voice is low and apologetic when he speaks. “C’mon, doc. We need to get movin’.” 

You allow yourself to be led back to the ship, your blurry gaze never leaving Crosshair’s form, silhouetted against the smoking remains of his home.

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[crowfromfoggyforest]

Yeah, heartbreak must suck, but have you ever felt a hyperfixation fade away when you weren't ready to let it go yet?

[gooobley]

wanderlust

[speedywithadhd]

I'm not going anywhere

thank you, please don't go anywhere

[beperoncin]

i feel so lonely for no reason

[transkittyinatoaster]

I want to have friends, but autism/BPD(idk parents won't test me) says noo

Ever just wanted to block and leave all your friends, despite your desperation for some sort of companionship, and just want them to think your dead and your mind tells you that they didn't even like you and that they're happier and oh so joyous that you're gone? Like them?

No? Just me? Ok

[a-mess-of-a-crow]

RED MASS

This post will explain a bit about the lore of my undertale AU Red Mass.

((and long))

So. Here we go.

Red Mass is a fictional horror fan game where the war between monsters and humans has not happened yet, but it is on the edge to.

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It is a cold war, fights between smaller human and monster groups happen on the daily, humans build weapons against monsters in secret, and the fear of an attack causes monsters to try and find something stronger to defeat them instead.

Gaster, at the time a renounced scientist, a Prodigy of his time, was tasked to invent a weapon, strong enough to defeat humanity when they attacked monster kind. And after humans presumably killed his wife, he was more than willing to eradicate them all.

It has been said that when a human and a monster soul combined, they will become a god.

And so, it was Gasters mission to create this god.

But first he has to find suitable souls.

The game would have begone with the player playing frisk, a human, who was captured by Gaster for their magic, they possessed fire AND metal magic, which was something he has never experienced before. Frisk was captured as a child, but over the years grew into an adult.

They are trapped in the underground facility, forced to fight and strengthen themselves, to level up, not just their stats but also to raise their LOVE.

But at one point in the game, you switched position.

With sans (in this AU he is Gasters son), who somehow got stuck in this dilemma, with a father who is more than mentally unstable, seeking unreasonable revenge for the death of his wife.

Papyrus, his younger brother, willingly agreed to help his father achieve his dream. He becomes obsessed with gaining power and becoming the god who slaughters human kind.

In the game, as you play to try and escape, encountering horrible failed experiences, misshapen creatures, not human or monster, you discover a way out as Frisk and sans.

Throughout the endless torture, Sans has gained the ability to eat dust and souls, temporarily receiving the power of the soul he ate.

That would help him escape.

Frisk however could use sans as leverage against his father to hold him hostage and secure their own freedom.

Neither of them know that the plans wouldn't have worked. The facility is highly secured, anti-magic security embedded everywhere.

And Gaster is too cruel to let one human escape, cause a commotion and perhaps even starting the war if the humans would find out what is happening.

The game would have had multiple endings.

In the fight between them, they accidentally free the monstrous creatures that were held captive who destroy the facility, Frisk, Sans and Gaster and everyone with them. Everyone there is dead but everyone else would continue off living.

It would have been the best ending.

But that is not what happened.

Gaster has created a God. But it wasn't part of the game and that god wasn't a god that is easily influencable.

Red Mass was a God of pure determination. Who experienced FEAR and HATE.

They FEARS all the suffering and pain is could get, the consequences of their actions.

They HATES everyone responsible for its suffering. And they will make sure that there is noone left to hurt them.

In a mixture of blind rage and absolute terror, the Game was no more. But that wasn't enough.

There was nothing but HATE AND FEAR inside them.

And so one timeline after the the other dissappeared. Until there was nothing left.

No AU. Nothing.

Just a void.

Where Frisk and Sans wake up in. With nothing but confusion of how they got there.

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And that's basically the extremely cut introduction of the prequel!

And with extremely cut I mean EXTREMELY CUT.

So after that whole wacky mess, Frisk and Sans explore the Multiverse, meet other undertale AU characters, completely different Universes with their own stories to tell and people to meet.

After plenty of wandering around in the wide space of everything, Frisk decided to settle down and build themselves a home in the Anti-void. 'A canvas of infinite possibilities' they said.

Sans helped them build a city, for others who were lost without a home. Refugees, misfits and other people of all color and shape gathered to create a place to call home.

((cringe name incoming))

The city of 'Paradise' as the citizens named it, is a symbol of hope for those who try and find an answer of what they can do with their life.

It's also a place to live without discrimination or judgement. A place to gather knowledge and share it.

Of course taking care of literally millions of people isn't a job for 2 people alone.

So Sans, who has been so incredibly bored with everything and has been building little machines in his free time, decides to build some robots to help them.

And his endless creativity gave them names.

Vera, Bun, Cupcake, Celery, Zinc, Kat (Copy cat) And Shade.

((Quick description))

Vera (Aloe Vera) He takes care of the foraging and food supply

Bun (Bunny) He takes care of animals and also food supply

Cupcake He is responsible for processing the food, he is a baker

Celery She is the cook

Zinc She is responsible for constructions, science and engineering

Kat (Copy cat) She is a social worker, as her name indicates, she is actually a hive mind and has multiple bodies all working in the social aspect of the city

And Shade. He is the right hand of both Frisk and Sans, he has been programmed to help the both in improving their fighting skills, but also he is responsible for outside ordeals, such as trading with other parties

So those were like, the main side characters.

If you are STILL INTERESTED after all of this, then please leave a comment if you got questions or ask directly, but I will make more posts explaining Frisk and Sans and the main World building and what the fuck kinda bullshit this is.

Oh and why Dee is named Dee and has an obsession with rubber ducks and why Frisk hates it when Dee called them Bee.

Beedee hehe

I hope you had Fun btw :)

[laloo-for-u]

Please don’t let me down

I don’t even know your name

Why did you disappeared

I will wait for you

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[everwalldigan]

My favourite thing ever is when Jason is drawn to resemble Bruce because I KNOWW his ass would HATE it😭😭

Dick: hey Jason you haven’t forgotten our meet u— oh my god are you ok?? What happened?

Jason *rocking back and forth on the floor with a traumatised look in his eyes, whispering in horror* someone mistook me for Bruce in the grocery store today.

Random kid at a charity event pointing at Jason standing grumpily in a corner: who’s that?

Bruce (smiling fondly): that’s my son Jason!

Random kid: he looks like you! :D

Jason: *leaves the room*

Bruce (running after him): jason, Jason they didn’t mean anything by it, Jason, you’re going to jump off a balcony just because of a child’s observation Jason?

[prespilled-ink]

Just don't watch the news

Don't look up from the floor

Don't walk slowly

Don't make a mistake

Don't fail that final

Don't waste time

Don't take a break

Don't reward yourself

Don't make anyone angry

Just don't make things worse

Just don't

And most of all don't ever follow this list.

[dustykneed]

survival is an act of rebellion. jim loves you SO MUCH. i hope this finds all of us who need it today. please stay alive so we can make it out together. sending so much love and strength

[linktoo-doodles]

i'll strangle you or i'll kiss you on the mouth

[bittsandpieces]

sweet like honey, sweet like a summer day

[wildm00re]

they can’t just give me scenes like this and then threaten to take them away

[thearabloak06]

please forgive me