#THIS HAS BEEN MANY YEARS IN THE MAKING AND IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING!

[felassanis]

Veilguard Spoilers: Lavellan forgiving Solas in the reunion scene is SO IMPORTANT

Lavellan is in the unique position in Solas's life TO FORGIVE HIM. And to forgive him to his face. Because she is the only one he wronged who is still alive.

He killed Varric. He killed Felassan. He killed what was left of Mythal. Varric and Felassan can't forgive him because they're dead. And the remnant of Mythal has nothing to forgive him for because she's as much a perpetrator. There isn't even a CHANCE for Solas to think he can be forgiven for what he did to Varric and Fel...

Lavellan was wronged by Solas, she is one of many people he cared about that he wronged. And it was in wronging her, that gives him another reason to tear the veil down. To make the choice to walk away from her, from what they could've been, the life they could've had, worth something. Otherwise, he sacrificed so much time for nothing. And after YEARS of convincing himself she would never forgive him, as evident in his letter to her, she appears to him in the final moment he's about to succeed in tearing the veil down.

And when he reminds her that he lied to her, that he betrayed her. She forgives him.

And it's like...if she can forgive him for those actions. Maybe he can be forgiven for the others. Maybe he isn't too far gone. Maybe there is another way, for him and for them.

I don't think it is an accident both Felassan and Varric feel like characters who would forgive Solas for what he did to them. Varric still speaks of Solas fondly, and urges Rook to talk to him. He knows what happened was an accident, and he knows he made a choice that day. And Felassan...well, given how close they once were. We can infer, that so long as Solas finally came to the same conclusion he did, even if took a little while, he'd be happy for Solas. That he'd forgive him too.

I just...he's been trapped in regret for so long. Burdened with the self-deprecation because of what he did (which was wrong! especially in Felassan's case!) and assigned himself to the villain. Because he himself doesn't see himself as worthy of forgiveness.

And Lavellan realised that and went. Challenge accepted.

[ghost-askblog]

(Please read <3)

hey everyone! its been a bit hasn't it...

i've still been popping in here and there and i'm honestly so glad this whole hate train fiasco has finally come to a much needed close (for the most part) and watching all of these new ask blogs flourish since then has been so insanely heart warming for me. i'm so glad to see you all doing well!

during my break i've come to terms with just how much i really needed it and feeling the weight of everything off my shoulders whether it being the overwhelming feeling of obligation to get to everyone's asks and make everyone happy really got to me in the long run more than i'd like to admit. story of a people-pleaser's life, i suppose.

it makes me so happy and honestly fucking gobsmacked to this day to be reminded that this amazing community got revived by just a weird cod obsessed freshly turned 18 year old highschooler that simply wanted to have fun and make friends with people of a like interest. crazy how life works, innit?

during this period of taking time to myself and reflecting off of what really happened i've decided not to continue this blog for the sake of myself and my own mental health. in spite of this i'm still so insanely grateful of how much love and support i have been getting even during my hiatus and for that i love you all sooo so much <33

i'm not going to completely disappear, and i certainly won't stop using tumblr (for the foreseeable future, anyways.) and i highly encourage you to have fun and interact with many of the other ghost ask blogs that came to be during my break, or just any new blogs in general that decided to join this silly little community of like-minded individuals that just want to have fun role playing their favorite characters in the cod community.

if you'd still like to interact with me, then please feel more than welcome to do so. i won't be tagging my main outright but just know if you find it, it's there for you.

most importantly, i want to thank all of the original ask blogs that derived from mine, especially after my spike in popularity that honestly shocked me as well. damn near 1k followers in a span of 2 months is baffling already as it is, especially to someone like me that didn't have much of an internet presence as it is.

and with that said, hi! i'm francis, better known as fran, and i'm the young fella behind this blog! i recently turned 18 in october and i'm finishing my final year of high school. i love my friends so so so much and honestly i wouldn't even be nearly where i am if it wasn't for them. i'm currently involved in a dual-enrollment program to get my associates degree in criminal psychology and my favorite color is red! i am a huge video game and movie geek, having rewatched the entire marvel timeline more times than i can count, as well as having a love for indie and thriller/horror elemented story games. (fnaf, tlou, mouthwashing, resident evil, silent hill, just to name a few)

this has been so much fun, and i thank you all for staying with me this long. i'm eternally grateful❤️

—this was fran, signing off with a brand new video game in hand and a good long exhale of relief.

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[vigilante-3073]

Daddy's Credit Card

Cullen Family x Female Vampire Reader

PART 7

Summary: Edward and Bella's wedding day has finally arrived. Will everything go off without a hitch or will Y/N interfere with their plans?

TW: Mentions of marriage/injury, threats, lack of regard for the feelings of others, secrets.

Edward and Bella were getting married today.

Y/N stood on the terrace, watching the guests make their way to the carefully arranged seating area. Humans, Vampires and Werewolves mingled and chatted in their seats as they waited for the ceremony to begin. The whole thing made Y/N sick as she stared down at them with disdain.

She wanted to destroy everything, set Edward's perfect venue ablaze and slaughter as many people as she could. Y/N had never felt such rage simmering within her, her grip tightening on the metal railing as she took a shaky breath.

Y/N had to watch another person she loved find their happy ending while she was left on her own. It was the worst kind of torture to know that no one has ever wanted you. Y/N was viewed as disposable, she had been led on by everyone she'd ever loved before they cut her off when they found something better.

Her life was far too long to be this pathetic, it had been over a century and not one person was willing to put her first. Y/N felt like she had been used for her abilities, she was kept around in case they needed her like a weapon to be wielded. Y/N was only valued when they required something from her before being brushed aside again. And again. And again.

Y/N may have been vengeful and bitter, but years of poor treatment had made her that way. Edward knew her better than anyone, he understood how she felt but he still turned his back on her.

His betrayal had almost killed her, but she could never admit that to him. It was easier to act like she didn't care and to portray a tough exterior even though she was broken inside.

History had repeated itself.

Y/N fell in love with Carlisle and he had broken her heart, she had to watch him marry Esme and now the exact same thing had happened with Edward.

Her first heartbreak had made her resentful but she had learned from it. When Bella came around, Y/N withdrew from Edward and built a wall around herself.

But he wouldn't let her go.

Every time she tried to move on, he came tearing back into her life and reeled her in all over again. Edward manipulated her, making her feel special and stringing her along until the engagement ring was on Bella's finger.

The door opened behind her and Alice looked out, "Y/N, come on. It's time," She said happily.

Alice didn't wait for her reply, leaving the door open before rushing off to somewhere else in the house. Y/N lifted her hand from the railing, huffing to herself when she noticed the indents that she had put in the metal.

Y/N made her way through the house, moving outside before making her way down the aisle and taking a seat next to Carlisle.

He smiled over at her, "I'm happy you decided to come," Carlisle said.

Y/N didn't reply, not bothering to hide the despondent expression from her face. Edward watched her from his spot at the altar, but she refused to meet his gaze.

The entire day was humiliating and she wished that she could be anywhere else, but she was loyal to Edward. Despite everything that had happened, she still sat at his wedding because he asked her to.

Y/N didn't listen to a single word from the ceremony, staring off into space as she thought about the events that brought her here.

Death. Lies. Unrequited love. Betrayal.

Y/N was pulled from her reverie when everyone started clapping, yelling and whistling. Edward and Bella shared their first kiss as man and wife, surrounded by beautiful flowers with their friends and family cheering them on.

Y/N remained in her seat, eyes settling on the mossy ground as the couple made their way back up the aisle. Y/N's body was trembling as she struggled to keep herself from falling apart.

The transition from the ceremony space to the reception area went by in a flash. Guests moved through the crowd, mingling easily while sipping on their cocktails as Y/N stood on her own.

A glass of champagne had been placed in her hand and she wished that she could drink it, but she knew that she couldn't.

The newlyweds joined the party, sharing their first dance before the speeches began. Y/N hovered on the outskirts of the space, dejected and disinterested as she waited for an acceptable time to disappear.

Y/N looked up when Emmett took the stage, "Um, I'd like to propose a toast," He started, holding up a flute of champagne.

"To my new sister... Bella, I hope you've gotten enough sleep these last eighteen years because you won't be getting any more for a while," He smiled.

Y/N crushed the champagne flute in her hand, allowing the pieces of glass to fall into the grass below. Edward kept his gaze trained forward despite knowing exactly what happened.

Y/N shook the liquid from her hand as she walked off into the woods. She was enraged and she desperately needed to break something. Y/N sped off through the trees until she reached an area that was far enough away from the Cullen house.

She picked up a large rock, throwing it as hard as she could. The rock hurtled through multiple tree trunks, wood splintering and sending the trees tumbling into each other before landing on the ground heavily. Y/N continued picking up rocks, throwing them with frustrated grunts and causing incredible devastation in the area around her.

A pair of arms wrapped around her waist, "Stop. Stop this," Carlisle said gently.

"Get the hell off me," She yelled, turning in his embrace and pushing his body away from her roughly.

Carlisle flew back, body colliding with a large boulder and cracking it. He stood up with a grimace, dusting the dirt from his suit as he looked at her. Y/N was breathing heavily, fury burning in her eyes as he approached her again.

"Why are you doing this? What happened?" Carlisle asked.

"Are you kidding? This entire day has been like torture to me, Carlisle!" She said loudly.

"It's Edward's wedding day and you need to let go of whatever you're holding against him," Carlisle stated.

"What I'm holding against him? Are you being serious right now?" Y/N questioned, looking at him with wide eyes.

"At least for today. You can't interfere with their wedding day," Carlisle said.

Y/N scoffed, "The thing that I have been 'holding against him' is that I love him, Carlisle. I thought that he loved me too and he didn't, but he let me think that he did. Edward made me feel like my life meant something, he made me believe that we could be more than what we were and then he just took it all away," She started, her voice gaining volume.

"He broke my heart and I just had to sit there and watch him marry the love of his life! I can't keep having my heart broken by people who don't even care about me! No one cares even if they pretend to and I'm sick of it!" Y/N yelled.

"That's not true," Carlisle said calmly.

"Isn't it? Did you love me?" Y/N questioned.

Carlisle hesitated, "Y/N, this isn't about me," He said carefully.

"You're right, it's not about you! It's about another person who tossed me aside like I meant nothing, following your exact example," Y/N said bitterly, tears gathering in her eyes.

"I understand that you're hurting, but lashing out isn't going to fix anything," Carlisle said.

"Nothing is going to fix this, Carlisle. I don't matter to anyone and I don't think I ever did," Y/N said.

Carlisle didn't reply and his silence answered her question better than words ever could. Y/N scoffed, shaking her head as a tear rolled down her cheek.

A confused look suddenly crossed her face as she reached up, brushing the wetness from her skin and looking down at her hand.

"What's happening?" Y/N questioned.

Carlisle moved over to her, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger before tilting her head up.

"I think you're crying," He said.

"But I can't cry," Y/N mumbled shakily.

"You're right. You can't," Carlisle stated, watching as more tears rolled down her cheeks.

"What's wrong with me?" Y/N asked, looking up at him with a panicked expression.

"I don't know," He said.

...

Edward watched as Carlisle and Y/N returned to the reception after their brief disappearance. He felt his shoulders relax slightly when Carlisle sent him a reassuring smile from across the party.

"Is everything okay?" Bella questioned quietly.

"Just some family drama," Edward said simply.

"Do I want to know?" She questioned, he shook his head.

"It's nothing," Edward assured.

Guests continued to chat to one another while the dinner plates were being collected. Edward tensed slightly when he noticed Y/N talking to Charlie at one of the tables.

Edward straightened in his seat, eyes quickly meeting with Carlisle's as he rushed towards them. Charlie nodded, picking up his steak knife and resting his palm flat on the tabletop.

"What's happening?" Bella asked softly.

Carlisle quickly caught Charlie's arm before he was able to push the blade through his hand.

"Let him go, Y/N," Carlisle said calmly, trying not to draw attention to them.

"I'm just having a bit of fun, Carlisle," Y/N replied.

"Let him go. Now," Carlisle instructed.

Y/N huffed, rolling her eyes, "Drop the knife and forget this conversation ever happened," Y/N said.

Charlie nodded, placing the knife down on the table and wandering off into the party. Carlisle grabbed onto Y/N's bicep before she was able to disappear into the crowd.

"Behave yourself," Carlisle said sternly.

Edward stood up, setting his napkin on the table, "Excuse me," He muttered.

"What's going on?" Bella asked.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with. I'll be right back," Edward assured, making his way over to them.

"I've already been scolded once tonight, Edward, I don't need to hear it again," Y/N said.

"You shouldn't have needed to hear it at all. Control yourself or get out," Edward snapped. Y/N scowled at him, pulling her arm from Carlisle's grasp and walking off.

"Can you keep an eye on her? I don't think she'll try anything else, but I need to be sure," Edward said.

"Of course," Carlisle nodded, stepping away and moving through the guests as he searched for Y/N.

Carlisle quickly located her around the side of the building, "What was that? I told you not to draw attention to yourself," Carlisle said.

"It would have drawn more attention if I did nothing. Edward was expecting me to burn the place to the ground," Y/N said.

"Fair point," Carlisle nodded.

"I'm going to go inside. I'm sure that no one will miss having me around," Y/N said.

"Don't you want to stay to send them off? They leave for their honeymoon soon," Carlisle said.

"No, not even a little bit. Just make sure to keep what happened between us, alright?" She said, subtly controlling his thoughts.

He nodded, "Goodnight, Carlisle," Y/N said. He watched her disappear into the house before he returned to the party.

Edward found him quickly, "Where is Y/N?" He asked.

"She went inside," Carlisle said.

"Do you think she'll try anything else?" Edward asked, walking alongside him as they returned to the reception.

"No, you don't have to worry," Carlisle assured.

Edward nodded, "I appreciate you keeping an eye on her. She didn't seem like herself and I was worried," He said.

Carlisle's eyes scanned the party guests, noticing the bride's absence from the crowd, "Where is Bella?" He questioned.

"Jacob came to see her. I figured that they could use some time alone," Edward said.

"That was nice of him," Carlisle stated.

Edward didn't respond, his focus suddenly being drawn elsewhere, "Excuse me," He said, rushing off in the direction Bella had presumably gone.

Esme found her way over to her husband, "Always another crisis in this family, huh?" She said, he nodded.

"Weddings tend to bring out a wealth of chaos in people. I'd say we're pretty on par with most human families at this point," Carlisle said.

Carlisle wrapped his arm around her waist, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, "I believe I still owe you a dance, don't I?" He questioned.

"You do," Esme smiled.

"Well then, may I have this dance?" He asked.

"You may," She replied easily.

Carlisle led her to the dance floor, holding her close as they danced to the music. He looked up, noticing Y/N watching from the window before she stepped away.

Carlisle turned his attention back to his wife, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple as they moved to the music.

"I love you," He said softly.

"I love you too," Esme smiled.

...

Y/N sat in the armchair in her bedroom, she was still dressed in her wedding attire and couldn't be bothered to change. She listened to the conversations being had outside before everyone eventually moved to the front of the house. Edward and Bella were sent off in a car for their honeymoon while everyone cheered them on.

Y/N couldn't even bring herself to care anymore, the wedding had been an exhausting event and she just wanted to have some time alone.

Alice suddenly appeared in the doorway to her bedroom and Y/N huffed. She had been dealing with people all day long and she honestly wasn't in the mood to be kind.

"I'm really not interested in talking right now, Alice," Y/N said.

"Did something happen tonight?" Alice asked.

"A lot of things happened, Alice. What's your point?" Y/N questioned, irritation creeping into her tone.

"Did anything out of the ordinary happen to you tonight? Because I had a vision about you," Alice said.

Y/N tensed slightly, "I'm fine," She stated.

If she was being honest, there was nothing she wanted to talk about less. She hoped that could just ignore whatever happened and move on.

"Y/N, what I saw wasn't good and it needs to be dealt with before it gets worse," Alice said.

"I'm fine, Alice. Get out of my room," Y/N snapped.

"We're going to have to talk about it sooner or later, Y/N," Alice said.

"Fantastic, I choose later. Now go," She said loudly.

Alice reluctantly left the room, closing the door behind herself before going to Carlisle. He met her in the hallway outside his room, holding a finger to his lips before silently gesturing down the hallway. The rest of the family didn't need to overhear their discussion about such a sensitive topic.

Carlisle and Alice stepped into his office and he closed the door behind himself.

She turned to face him, "What's going on?" Alice asked.

"Something happened in the woods tonight, but I can't talk about it," Carlisle said.

"Why not?" Alice asked.

"She ordered me not to. The most that I can say is that it will be dealt with and you don't need to worry," Carlisle assured.

Alice huffed, "There couldn't have been a worse time for this to happen," She said, shaking her head and crossing her arms.

"Y/N didn't choose this, Alice," Carlisle stated.

"If she could, I'm sure she would have. Y/N can't let a second go by without making everything about her," Alice said bitterly.

"It has been an incredibly difficult day for her today, Alice," Carlisle replied.

"Every day is difficult for her, Carlisle. She brings it on herself," Alice stated.

Y/N and Alice never had a close relationship, they rarely saw eye to eye on things and it caused a rift to form between them. Carlisle hoped that their values would align when Bella came into the picture but it just pushed them farther apart.

Y/N had experience a lot of hurt in her life and the events of the night made Carlisle realize how she really felt about it. Y/N had always been a strong and resilient person, but seeing her break down proved that it was just a front.

Y/N needed someone to lean on right now, but everyone had made their own assumptions about her and it was hard to change their perspectives.

Y/N had never been the kindest person, she lashed out at those around her and made it incredibly difficult to get to know her. But Carlisle knew the girl that she used to be before her death and he often found himself missing that person.

He still felt responsible for her and he knew that he always would. Y/N was his first creation, the first one to join him in this life and he would always value her companionship.

"What did you see, Alice?" Carlisle questioned.

"I saw pain and suffering, it was just complete and utter misery that leads to nothingness," Alice said.

"Is she dying?" Carlisle asked.

"I don't know. I have always been able to see her future clearly, but after tonight everything is a blur," Alice stated.

Carlisle felt a pit beginning to form in his stomach, his guilt sitting heavily within him like a stone.

"I need you to keep this between us until we know what we're dealing with," Carlisle said.

"What about Edward?" Alice asked.

"He's on his honeymoon, it can wait," Carlisle stated, Alice nodded.

[hunkygreenbean]

The fact that there are mfs with the nads to talk about "AfAb PrIvEleDGE" in the comments of my Sam Nordquist post disgusts me to my very soul. A human being, with a family, dreams, hobbies, a job, friends, was taken from this world in a very slow cruel way, who just so happened to be a trans man. And all you little shit stains care about is using this as an opportunity to further demean trans men. If this was a trans woman who was victimized and trans men + their supporters were doing and saying the same shit y'all are saying right now, mfs would be doxxed, inboxes flooded, accounts banned.

The reason why we don't have that many stats on IPV or murders of trans men is because they are recorded as female. If Sam's family hadn't already filed a missing person's report that specified that he was transgender and if they had never come forward when his body was recovered, chances are he would have been written off as a cis woman.

People are dying, dead, and more are going to die in the coming years as a result of Trump 2.0. If you're sitting here and claim that there's some magic privilege trans men get because of their genitals or gender, then you need to sit down and reevaluate your beliefs. Trans men are still at risk for discrimination, violence, rape, kidnapping, and torture just as trans women are. Patriarchy doesn't differentiate between flavors of transness, we're all faggot degenerate trannies to the system. Transness is in inherent opposition to patriarchy. Genitals or gender identity do not make someone ontologically evil and bad. Good fucking grief, never in my life did I think I'd need to constantly dumb down basic intersectionality and solidarity and repeat it over and over again in the year 2025, but here we fucking are!

We've gone through so many of these phases where we attack another queer group for the most inane shit imaginable. When will you little fucks finally unpack your internalized fascism?? When will you finally kill the cop in your head??? It better be soon, because shit is only gonna get worse from here. Will "AFAB privilege" still exist when we're all in camps?

A man that was part of our community has died. Can you swallow your pride and come together with the rest of us to support his family and the rest of our community for five fucking seconds??? Jfc.

EDIT: It has come to my attention that the person who originally made the post in my comments actually supports trans men and made that comment sarcastically. I have apologized to this person, however I do feel that this post should remain up. Transandrophobia is still a real issue that must be combatted. I reacted so strongly because I live with and am very close friends with a trans man. I see how this strain of "feminism" has harmed him. These beliefs have tangible effects irl. I know somewhere out there, on Tumblr or elsewhere, there are people making light of Sam's death because of his AGAB and gender identity. I know its happening because I've seen this movie a million times. Y'all clown on trans men + mascs whenever they try to speak up on the minor stuff they face, so it would not be a big leap for folks to throw around "theyFAB" or other horrible slurs for this person. Tranandrophobes and excorsexists downplayed and mocked the death of Nex Benedict, so it would not surprise me if the same thing was happening in their little forums with Sam Nordquist.

[ayumigotabittoolonely]

𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣

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Synopsis 💌 playlist- Trapped in Sukuna’s grasp for as long as they can remember, the reader seizes a rare opportunity to escape, only to collapse at the feet of Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Utahime, Nanami.Though suspicion lingers, they slowly become part of the group, finding solace and love especially in Gojo. But freedom is an illusion. Bound by an unbreakable curse known as A Promise, the reader is unknowingly still tied to Sukuna, a contract woven into their very soul. When Sukuna finally comes to reclaim what is his, he forces them into a cruel choice: return willingly, or watch their friends suffer. To protect the people they love, the reader invokes A Promise, binding themselves to Sukuna in exchange for their friends’ safety. As they are dragged back into the Abyss.

Warnings ⚠️- slight smut, heavy angst . Fluff.

Episode 1 The Last Escape

The darkness isn’t silent.

It breathes. It shifts. It watches.

Sukuna’s domain is a living thing a cursed womb of agony and devotion, stitched together by his will. The air is thick, pressing against your ribs like unseen hands, filling your lungs with something that isn’t quite air.

It makes you weak.

It makes you his.

There is no sky here. No sun. No moon. No stars to wish upon. Just an endless, pulsing void above, fractured by glowing red veins. The ground beneath your feet isn’t solid it thrums, shifting like muscle and bone, moving in time with something deeper.

A heartbeat.

His heartbeat.

You don’t know how long you’ve been here.

Days? Months? Years?

Time doesn’t belong to you anymore. It twists and bends under his will, stretching endlessly until your past and present blur into one.

But your body remembers.

Every failed escape.

Every punishment.

The phantom burn of cursed energy lashing through your veins, the suffocating grip of his fingers around your throat, the cruel, quiet hum of amusement as he drags you back.

"Did you really think you could leave me?"

But tonight is different.

Something shifts in the air. A fracture in the suffocating weight of his cursed energy.

Sukuna is distracted.

It doesn’t happen often. He rarely leaves his domain he doesn’t need to. Everything he desires is brought to him. Devoured. Destroyed. But now, something else has pulled his attention away. A battle? A hunt?

It doesn’t matter.

This is your only chance.

You press yourself against the cold stone wall, your breath shallow. You’ve memorized the way this place moves the shifting corridors, the living walls, the pulse of his energy running through it all.

And you know

There is a seam.

A tear in the fabric of his domain.

You saw it once before, when he dragged in another victim. A flickering wound in reality, open for mere seconds. A way out.

It’s ahead of you now.

A dying ember in the darkness, unstable and weak, but there.

Your heart slams against your ribs as you move, slow, silent. The walls pulse, sensing your fear. The air thickens, as if warning you.

And then

"Going somewhere?"

A voice. Deep. Amused.

Cruel.

Ice floods your veins.

You whip around, but there’s nothing there. No shadow. No form. Just the vast, empty corridors of your prison.

But he’s watching.

He always is.

The weight of his unseen gaze presses against your skin, coiling around your throat like a noose. A silent promise:

"I see you."

You don’t think. You run.

Your feet barely touch the ground as you sprint forward. The walls twist, corridors stretching, bending, trying to trap you. The air ripples with his cursed energy, the sick laughter of the domain itself echoing in your ears.

The exit is closing.

A monstrous growl erupts behind you.

A curse one of his many petsnshifts in the darkness. A grotesque, twisted thing, its form flickering and wrong, too many eyes blinking in different directions.

It doesn’t attack.

Because it doesn’t need to.

This is still his game.

But you don’t care. Not when the tear in reality is so close.

The cursed energy crackles, unstable, the space between worlds flickering

You lunge.

Fingers grasping at the rip in the domain, cursed energy burning into your skin

And then

Light.

Blinding. Overwhelming. Real.

Air crashes into your lungs sharp, cold, fresh so real it almost hurts. Your body collapses against damp earth, grass and dirt scratching against your skin.

Your fingers dig into the ground. Real. Solid. Not shifting, not breathing.

You gasp, raw and desperate.

You’re out.

A broken laugh rips from your throat, half a sob. Your arms tremble, barely holding you up, your legs too weak to move.

And then

A boom in the distance.

Your breath stills.

It’s not thunder.

The air hums, charged with cursed energy. Not Sukuna’s but something else.

Familiar energy.

Your chest tightens. Your head is swimming, exhaustion clawing at your body, but you force yourself to look up.

The sky stretches endlessly above you, storm clouds heavy and dark, the wind howling through the trees.

And past the treetops

Flashes of light, bursts of power colliding, the distant roar of battle shaking the ground.

You know those voices.

Your body moves before your mind catches up, staggering toward the noise.

But the moment you take a step

A wave of nausea crashes over you.

Your knees buckle. Your vision spins.

Because Sukuna is still inside you.

His cursed energy coils around your own, clinging to your soul like a brand. An unshakable mark of his ownership.

Anyone who can sense cursed energy will feel it.

They’ll know where you came from.

And that means

They’ll know he’s coming.

Your breath shudders. You grip a tree for balance, nails digging into the bark. Your legs are weak. Your body is broken. You can barely stand.

But you have to move.

You don’t know who’s out there. You don’t know if they’ll help you.

But it doesn’t matter.

Because Sukuna doesn’t let go of what belongs to him.

And if you don’t keep moving

He’ll drag you back.

To be continued.

@idsitonthat

Final Word Count: ~1,100

[odileeclipse]

https://www.tumblr.com/odileeclipse/775661126176391168/choosing-her-pure-vanilla-x-reader-angst-i-wanted?source=share

This is amazing! Also now I can't stop thinking about an alternate version...sorta an angst to comfort version...

Imagine y/n just wanting to see him happy and sees that he is happier with white lily than with themselves so y/n breaks their own heart and watches him go off with white lily...then, after whatever events you wanna guess this happens after, pure vanilla realizes y/n loved him but had done something out of love for him...let him go...because of that old saying 'if you love something, let it go.'

And for the comfort part...can go bitter sweet or sweet. Bitter sweet is where he thanks y/n and hugs them...Still friend zone but now appreciates them more. Sweet would be...him finally choosing y/n, recognizing their sacrifices and how much they loved him!

Has it always been you?

pt 1 is linked here

Pure Vanilla x Reader Part 2 (Angst to comfort) (A/N at the end)

How could you say no to the one you loved. If he needed you on the sideline for moral support, then that’s exactly where you’d be. “White lily cookie, I know we’ve been friends for so long, and we’ve shared so many secrets” Pure Vanilla started off, with nothing but sincerity a raw emotion you wanted to keep for yourself. “If you would make me the happiest cookie alive, it would mean the world to me, White lily, I selfishly ask you to be mine, for now and for as long as forever lasts” You felt tears stream down your face watching helplessly feeling, wishing maybe that in another universe those words would be meant for you. White lily stared back into his eyes. Her eyes also welled up with tears but unlike you they truly were out of happiness. “Pure Vanilla…I feel the same way. Nobody has ever believed in me the way you have, and whether you had asked me now or years from now the answer would always be yes.” She was so soft spoken, and eloquent perhaps that’s what you were missing. You questioned Pure Vanilla’s kindness why would he have you witness something that would break your heart a thousand times over. Perhaps your patient nature disguised your true feelings and intentions. “I-I’m so happy for you guys, I’m so glad I was here to witness my greatest and dearest friends that I” You paused for a moment to wipe your tears and to calm your bated breath. “That I truly love” You watched them smile pure vanilla being the first to speak up. “(y/n) cookie, I couldn’t have done this without you, white lily, I hope you know no matter what happens, from now on you won’t have to walk alone.” 

As much as you hated to admit it, they were perfect for each other. You felt resignation was better, after all what was there to fight for. The prize has been claimed and your heart has had enough of this. Whatever this is. “Pure Vanilla cookie, White lily cookie, I’ll be taking my leave, a kingdom doesn’t rule itself” You said laughing off the hurt, of course you knew your kingdom would be fine but any excuse to leave was necessary. You looked at him longingly but left with a smile before any more words could be exchanged. You spent the day walking through the vanilla kingdom but the kingdom only served as a reminder of who you were missing. You sat in front of a garden of orchids, they were always your favorite flower. At first it was just because, but once pure vanilla entered the picture the smell of orchids followed him. It was an even bigger reason to love them. As you touched the yellow petals you let yourself smile. “He’s happy, that’s enough for me…I do wonder as an orchid do you wish you could see the world in its limitless glory?” you said to the orchids, not rushing to do anything else but enjoy them. If any cookie saw you they’d think you crazy. “It’s time for me…I'm a ruler, a successful one, and I did it all without him.” Though hurt you knew that what’s meant for you would find you, and anything that didn’t belong to you wouldn’t be yours. You could live with that. “Goodbye orchids, grow big and tall because you don’t know what comes tomorrow” Feeling that bittersweet feeling, love for your friends at your own expense. But if they had found each other there’s hope for you too. You returned to your kingdom by carriage, it was a bumpy road.

But no road is without its challenges, and with every day you began to embrace yourself more and more. Healing from a love you wanted was hard. But the kindness of your people helped you through it. Patience really was a virtue, your soul jam was the only proof of it. In the shape of an hourglass. The passage of time was the only thing you needed. As the days went by, weeks turned into months. Nightfall came on fast as you were getting ready to rest, when frantic knocking on your personal chambers doors alarmed you. “(y/n) cookie! Let me in I need your help” the familiar voice, usually soft spoken, was now pleading for your help. You opened the door carefully and were enveloped in the smell of lilies. A scent you would never grow tired of. You did have to pry her arms away after all the matter seemed urgent. “Well what can I do for you? I didn’t get a letter concerning your arrival?” You said skeptically wondering if perhaps you missed it. “No, there was no letter. I needed this to be as private as possible.”

“Is this why you show up in the middle of the night? Your plan already sounds defective, what if I had been asleep or worse what if someone thought you an intruder. You need to be careful, take your time” Pure lily sighed out. “Patience is the only thing I can’t afford right now, it’s why I came seeking you. You're the only one who ever has enough of it.” You looked at her quizzically. “You’re starting to scare me you sound awfully-” you stopped yourself mid sentence sensing the atmosphere had no space for jokes. “Well what’s wrong, how can I help?” You said urging her to share her troubles. “Pure Vanilla and I…I love him I do, but I want answers. He has a kingdom to rule, people to heal and care for. It won’t work out.” White lily looked at you for answers searching through your features for clues. “(y/n) cookie, I know you loved him too. So I ask of you, as a friend, as someone dear to your heart. Take care of him in my place won’t you?” You stared wide-eyed. “No…No! I can’t do this how could I- you, you both belong together freedom always follows the truth” It wasn't that you didn’t want this, you did but to get it handed in this way wasn’t something you wanted. “Truth seeks structure and clarity, but freedom, freedom thrives on limitlessness and change. I can’t stay, I need to know our purpose.” You saw her face contort into one of pain. “S-so if you love me and Pure Vanilla, take care of him” She embraced me seeking comfort, that’s something you would never deny to a friend. “If you won’t do it for me do it for him” she said through sobs as you rubbed her back in circular motions, a feeble attempt to tend to her broken heart. “Does he know?” you said in a hushed tone. “No, that's your job” your job? She couldn’t be serious could she? You gave it all up, a future with him and it was all for nothing? Your emotions stirred starting off as a soft dance, becoming a battlefield. “My job? White lily, you can’t be serious. You can’t just run off, that's not how this works, you can't be unfair to me. Not like you’ve always been unfair to me, you had him first and I let you because I was the ‘bigger person’ I resigned my feelings all for nothing? You’re both so unfair” you said in disbelief, your words came out sharper than intended but you weren’t upset with anyone because it isn't anyone’s fault things turned out this way. “I’ll do it” your voice with the smallest tinge of regret. Regret because you didn’t want to be the one that broke his heart. It just wasn't your burden to bear. But White lily was your friend, someone you also held dear and for her you were doing this. You could put your sentiments aside for her. It was the least you could do, after all she was a stellar scholar back then always helping you, in a morbid way the academy being in ruins served to help you, your grades were never stellar and you actually stayed in the class. “I can’t stay any longer, he’ll come looking for your help I know it. I wasn’t here okay?” You nodded sighing out. “Okay hurry on out I’ll ask a guard to accompany you at least till you’re out of my kingdom…it’s the least you could do.” She nodded as you asked a guard to accompany her. You watched from afar as her figure only got smaller. Until she was nothing. Quickly you lit up sugar candles to conceal the penetrating scent of white lilies that could give your lie away. 

It wasn’t long before you got a letter informing you Pure Vanilla cookie was on his way. You wondered how long it had been since you last saw him. Months of course but you didn’t wish to see him now. You loved him but you would be the one to hurt him, maybe you could put it off for some time. Not worry about him. So you headed towards your garden, a large greenhouse full of orchids and white lilies, representing the friends you held dear in your heart. It wasn’t long before a guard knocked on the door “Virtue of Patience, you have a visitor” it’s what everyone in the kingdom called you, you were hard to anger in the beginning the kingdom had a rough start building itself but you never once got angry. Insisting time would run its passage. “Who? If it’s not Pure Vanilla please turn them away I’m in no shape for visitors” You said firmly after all you wouldn’t want anyone to see you when you’re worried sick. “(y/n) cookie, I’ve come needing your help, forgive me. I wish we would meet in better circumstances but as you know, White lily has gone missing. She just disappeared one day. I came in hopes you’d know something” That melodious voice greeted your ears, even when frantic it made your heart skip a beat. You turned to see that familiar serene face. “You should breathe, I wouldn’t want you to pass out on me” your heart stirred conflicted. Knowing the words you’d have to utter. Could you lie to him? “(y/n) cookie, have you seen her?” confronted with the question made you freeze. “I’m sorry I haven’t. I’ll send out search parties if it would make you feel better” You said hoping your nerves wouldn’t give away the truth. But knowing he held the light of truth made you question how you’d fool the truth. Pure Vanilla cupped your face hoping to find answers knowing something was awry. However this only made uncomfortable heat rise to your cheeks. “H-Hey you can’t just do that to me you know” you said nervously prying his hands off gently turning your back to him. “Pure Vanilla you shouldn’t do that for other reasons too, someone might see and call you unloyal.” Silence. That was odd you turned to him, tears leaking from his closed eyes. Frantically you wiped away his tears. “Hey don’t cry, it’s okay I’m here for you, always” You whispered as you embraced him. “Don’t lie to me about what you know (y/n) cookie. I’ve known you so long I can tell when you lie.” He said sniffling. “What gave it away?” You whispered. “You always furrow your brow and if you’re feeling especially guilty” he grabbed our hand and opened up the hand curled into a fist. “You’ll curl your fists” he said softly. “I didn’t think you’d pay attention to me” you said with an ounce of disbelief. “You’re my beloved friend, first friend who illuminated my path and taught me to be kind to myself” he said in that soft voice the one reserved for you.

“Pure Vanilla promise me you wont be mad?” You didn’t know when his tears stopped but the only sign of them were the soggy streaks on his cheeks. “I promise I could never be angry with you. You’re my soothing light.” You shook your head. “You shouldn’t say things like that, people will get the wrong idea. And okay I’ll tell you what really happened but please don’t blame her. I promise you she, she’s just I don't even know anymore. White lily came to me frantic, she said something about seeking the truth.” You sighed out. “Pure Vanilla I plead to you and this time please listen to me, don’t go. Stop where you are, you're a king, a beacon of hope. A-And someone I love and hold dear to my heart. White lily told me it’s not working out, and that she can’t settle down.” In the flurry of emotions you rambled off the burden sharing it with him like you’d always done. Pure Vanilla sighed. “I felt this would happen, but you my dear light would never leave me right?” He was looking to you for comfort even if the logical part of your brain felt this was wrong, you were basically taking her beloved. And for the first time you were impatient as you embraced him. “Never would I leave you, you’re my sanctuary” You said in the hopes you could selfishly convince him to stay. “(y/n) cookie, during the 12 trials of the sugar free road, I feel ashamed but I continued in the hopes to see you again.” You looked at him confused. “Why me?”

“Because you left abruptly I thought you had found another. I love white lily. She's a dear friend to me, but how could I forget my light. When you left I had thought perhaps there was no more room for me. I mean how could I ask you for myself, I thought it selfish.” He looked at you the same way he looked at you before white lily, back then when it was just you and him. You are the light and him your sanctuary. “I’m sorry, I know you sacrificed your love and happiness for mine, I’ll spend the rest of my days repaying you.” He said his voice was compassionate, full of that love. Those eyes that knew everything about you, what made you cry or laugh. He was a vault full of your secrets. To be loved is to be known. “How could you do that to yourself?” He said, cupping your face. “My dearest light, if you love fight for it, I would have fought for a chance with you a million times over. Throw away rationality for you, why didn’t you fight?” His voice was earnest and searching. You whimpered attempting to hold back the tears, perhaps it was because of how sudden White lily’s disappearance was or because you had what you always wanted. It was in the palm of your hand for you to keep or destroy. Isn’t this what you wanted? “I wanted you to be happy, shouldn’t I let things go if I love them? And I loved you so much.” You said, biting back tears. He embraced your entire being the hug felt like your souls were connected on the same wavelength.

You broke down in tears. “I always loved you” you said and he only pulled you closer. “My dearest, I’d give up my soul jam for you.” parting from you he pushed back the strands of hair that adorned your face and kissed your temple. “I have spent my days bringing warmth and healing to others, but in your presence, I have found a warmth of my own…a light I never knew I needed. You are my solace and my quiet joy. If you would have me, I would walk beside you always” You couldn’t express anything into words, grabbed him by the collar, your lips meeting in a slow lingering embrace, kissing like a whispered confession, slow and deliberate. Taking him by surprise as he opened those beautiful heterochromic eyes. Your lips hovered a breath apart, the air charged with longing and words left unspoken.

A/N This is my apology for breaking everyone's heart <3 The long-awaited sequel due to popular demand I got to this request first but trust I am working on my other requests!!! If you have any requests, send them my way!!! ALSO NOT PROOF READ ANY GRAMMAR ERRORS PLS IGNORE <3 I hope you guys enjoyed!!!

*feeds you writing meal*

[halforresterluvsford]

This was supposed to be posted on Valentine's Day but life happens and I fall asleep in the middle of writing, Oops. I honestly don't know how good this is, and if you see grammar mistakes no you didn't! Enjoy these sappy brosbands!

Stan breathes out into the cool night air, shivering and shoving his hands in his coat pockets. It was freezing in the Arctic. He was glad when he and Ford decided to head for warmer waters a week ago, winter in the Arctic circle is hellishly cold, and while it created many opportune moments for cuddling, he was getting real tired of being cold all the time. He wants to go to Tuscany, try the wines, the tomatoes, and the cheeses. Go to Rome and make fun of the hokey tourist attractions with Ford. Is it probably miserably hot down there and will Stan complain about it? Yes 100%, but as long as he's not freezing his balls off, he'll take anything. Subconsciously, he brings a hand out to adjust himself in his pants, thinking about Ford finally busting out those green shorts-

"Stanley?" He whirls around, hands shooting up out of instinct to protect his face before he relaxes. It's just Ford, good Ol' Poindexter scaring the piss out of him.

"Yeah, whatzit?" Stan asks, ducking his chin in his collar to shield his face from the cold. To also hide his blush. Ford looks good. Well, he always does, but for some reason, he looks really good right now. His hair is combed, for once, he's wearing a spiffy jacket and a pair of slacks that cut really nicely around his upper thighs. Stan has a hard time not staring. Hot damn is he lucky to have a one Stanford Pines as his lover. His Lover, capital "L". Sure it took some used to, getting over the whole incest thing, but honestly? They're too old to worry about that, and they've spent too many years apart to get hung up some trivial matter such as being related. At least, that's how Ford put it, and Stan couldn't help but agree, who were they hurting by being together?

"It's a rather nice night, isn't it? Do the stars seem brighter than normal to you?" Ford smiles so softly at Stan that he feels breathless for a moment, his heart aching at how much he loves his twin.

"Yeah, they-um, they're really pretty, the moon, too." Damn, he sounds like a babbling idiot. Just because Stanford looks extra good tonight and smiled at him so sweetly. You're a weak man, Stanley Pines. Weak.

Meh, he can live with that, being weak for the person he loves most in the entire galaxy. No, the entire multiverse. Stan would risk destroying the world a thousand more times for Ford, and he will if he has to, that's how much he loves him.

"Yes, the moon does seem rather bright tonight, does it not? I'm glad the sky seems so clear tonight, we were fortunate enough to catch it as it reaches fullness. You know, there are stories about..." Stan doesn't mean to tune Ford out, really, but he can't help but get lost in thought as he stares at him. The moon really is extra bright out tonight, gleaming off Ford's hair and reflecting off his face. Ford looks, well good is the only word coming to Stan's brain at this moment, but "good" doesn't really describe how he looks. He looks like he belongs in an old film as the smooth debonair protagonist. Like Hampterfuppinshire from "The Duchess Approves". Moses, he loves looking at Ford, looking at how he looks so much like when Stan saw him for the last time in Glass Shard but at the same time so different. He's taller, broader, stronger, and way hairier-Stan can attest for that. But he still smiles the same, still styles his hair-sideburns aside-the same. His brown eyes still sparkle the same when he talks, full of excitement and life and yearning. That's always been Stan's favorite part about Ford, his eyes. How they look like amber when the sun hits them at just the right angle, a shade lighter than Stan's. How Ford can never hide his emotions, not when Stan can look into his eyes and see how tormented, how pained, or how happy he is just with a glance. He loves most of all when they light up when Ford looks at his family, all together, when he looks at him-

Stan is jolted out of his thoughts when Ford drops down onto one knee. He scrambles, scared that he missed something serious or important when he was lost in the thought of Ford's eyes. He stops abruptly when his twin brings his hands up, cupped. He stares intently at Stan, who's getting steadily more confused and worried as Ford just stares at him. Finally, after what seems like forever, Ford opens his hands and reveals a ring glinting under the moonlight. It's black, dark enough that Stan wouldn't have been able to make out what it was if it was for the glinting of the moon off purple and blue hues in the ring. His brother is still staring, eyes looking at him, he knows that stare, he's staring so he can gather his words to speak in a way so that he wouldn't make as ass of himself. Stan's breath catches in his throat, and he fights to swallow the lump that formed as soon as Ford dropped down. He stares, he doesn't know what to think, his mind moving at half a mile per second. What is Ford doing? Why does he look so determined? And the ring? Stan opens his mouth to-to say something to get Ford to stop staring at him like that, to speak. He doesn't have to, Ford finds his words very soon.

"I love you, Stanley Caryn Pines. I have loved you for as long as I can remember. For me, it's always been you. Through our fights and being apart for 40 years, it's always been you. No one can make my heart sing the way you do," here, Ford's voice breaks a little, and Stan can see tears in his eyes before they're blinked away, "I need you by my side, I have always needed you by my side, even when I was a stupid fool who scorned you for mistake, even when I was raging against you, I have always needed you. I love you more than words can tell, more than I can say, really. And-and I know a wedding, especially at our age and with our relationship, probably seems ridiculous-heh-but I still want that. With you, proving our love to the world. I-if you'll have me, of course. So, will you-will you marry me?" Ford concludes his speech with an important question and a shaky smile, eyes tearing up and hands shaking-from nerves or the cold, Stan can't tell-but looking all the world in love. With Stan. He feels his heart clench so tightly he worries he's having a hear attack for a quick moment before shaking that thought away. He doesn't know what to say or how long he's been standing there silent, but he thinks its been too long because Ford is starting to look upset, his hand lowering from where he kept it up. "Stanley, I-I-"

Speechless, Stan reaches into his pocket and pulls out the box he's kept in there for 2 months straight now, too cowardly to offer it up to Ford. He holds the velvet box in his hands for a moment before he reaches out and hands it to Ford, waiting for him to open the case. He does so, slowly, eyes widening as he sees the old and tarnished ring sitting snugly in the case. It was their grandfather's, Stan inherited it-as Ford-when their father died. It's gold with a ring of silver in the middle. Ford's always like the story behind it, how their grandpa so desperately wanted to marry their granny, but couldn't afford a ring for her, so he gave a-Stan can't remember if it was a Jewelry maker or a metal smith, that part always changed-he gave a someone one of his mother's silver hoops and the gold caps from his teeth to make a ring with. Ford found the story sweet and romantic, Stan never truly understood that sacrifice until he spent 30 years living someone else's life just to bring back the only person he's ever loved.

"Well shit, guess you beat me to the punch, huh?" Stan laughs awkwardly at Ford's silent staring, his eyes going from the ring to Stan himself. "I-um. I got that after pa', y'know. And I-I've been carrying that old thing around for months now, just waiting for the right time," Stan waves his hands as he looks to the side, too cowardly to look at the man who just proposed to him holding the ring he was going to propose with. He pulls at his coat collar, feeling warm and a tiny bit suffocated. "Heh, it's probably not as nice as the ring you got-" yeah, it's probably made from a fucking Meteor or some shit- "but I remember you liked the ring and the story when we was kids s-so." Stan swallows, or tries to, his throat is too damn dry. "Well jeez, Poindexter, say something at least, I'm dying here." But Ford doesn't say anything. He laughs, hard, belly bouncing, head thrown back laughs. Stan joins with some chuckles after a moment, hoping he's not being mocked, that Ford suddenly changed his mind because Stan got him an old and shitty ring compared to his cool sci-fi one.

"Great Minds think alike, Stanley! Hah! I should have known, you've acting odd for weeks now. Well, more than usual, heh." Ford was smiling so wide that Stan's cheeks hurt just looking at it. So, he's not being rejected, that's good. It's great. It's more than great. "And you remembered the ring, oh Stanley you have no idea how much this means to me." If he looks closely enough, Stan can see tears in his brothers eyes, soft and sweet, happy tears.

"S-so 's that a yes to marrying me?" What? He's still afraid of being rejected. Looking at Stan's history, can you blame him?

"Only if you agree to marry me, as well, Stanley." Ford looks nervous, too, but Stan has no doubt in his mind that he'd say yes to his brother's proposal.

"Stanford, I've loved you my entire life, before that, I think. I loved you before I knew you," Stan snatches the cool probably-a-space ring from Ford's hands and crams it on his finger. A perfect fit. He probably took measurements when Stan was asleep. Such a little creep, his little creep. "Yes I'll marry you. Think I'd also propose-no wait, Bropose-"

"Stanley don't call it that-"

"If I didn't?" Stan finishes, ignoring Ford's interruption.

"Well in that case, Stanley, yes I'll marry you, too. You big sap." Ford fits the other ring on his fourth finger.

"Creep, I bet you spent weeks measuring my fingers to get a ring that fits this well." Stan shoots back, he's got to hold on to his pride. He's no sap.

"Says the man who admitted to carrying around this ring for months. What was it you said? You "loved me before you knew me"? Sounds sappy-ow!" Ford rubs his arm where Stan punched him, throwing a pout his way. They break out into boisterous laughter again at the situation, sibling fights after proposing to each other. Can't beat this type of relationship.

"Hey, should I get you a second ring, for your extra ring finger? Symmetry an' all that Jazz?" Stan asks, shoving Ford out of the way to beat him to the door. It really is cold outside.

"Stanley, stop it! I-ugh fine, go ahead." Ford shoves Stan through the door, "I don't feel like it's wholly necessary to do that, but far be it from me to stop you. Should we tell the kids about this?"

"Nah, not right away, at least. We gotta get married on international waters, anyways, no laws against incest marriages here." Stan rubs his hands together to warm them, grinning as he feels the ring rub against his other fingers.

"We could get married far out enough from the Californian Coast to be in International Waters but have the twins there, assuming they'd want to come. Should we have a summer wedding? Hmmm, maybe spring, I want it to be warm enough that no one's shivering, but I do like our summers back in Gravity Falls, and I'd hate to miss out on it, even for our Honey Moon...." Ford talks on as they warm themselves up inside their cabin, pulling out the ingredients for Hot Cocoa.

Stan smiles at his-his fiance's ramblings. Moses, he really does love his brother.

[lightvsdark18]

I'm on the side of "Kevin is not a bad kid."

Kevin is a child who lost his parents and his way of coping with the pain, the grief is through anger because he doesn't know how to cope in a healthy way, how to handle going from spending time with your parents to living without them. I see Kevin as a sweet kid who just doesn't know how to handle strong negative emotions and needed guide on to grief properly.

I know he killed Jack's parents, but the adults who have been around him called him a problem child, forced him into a body not of his own and share that body with two other people, and got poked and prodded afterwards. And the thing, the couple were told to leave, they weren't immediately attacked, it was only after the mother refused to leave and shouted which probably triggered Kevin.

Doey just woke up and found adults in his room, saying things he didn't understand. How many times has the scientists lied to him? How many times has he believed them just to be finally learn it's all lies? Who's to say these adults aren't liars too?

The parents died because of the scientists. They used a grieving mother's weakness for her child and a troubled child's anger issues to reach the result we heard. It's possible Kevin could be the one crying or cried with Jack for what he had done.

And the player. He spent years protecting those staying in the safe haven just to be killed, making his efforts to help them pointless. His friends, his family are now gone and it hurts. And this happened after the player and Poppy showed up. Because he's grieving and hurting, he used what he always used to cope, with anger, casting blame on the only adult in the room because he learned adults can't be trusted and he can put all of that pain and anger into a single thing.

I do believe he cares for the player despite the short time they had together. He distrusts them, of course, but they're probably the only adult who is on the kids' side.

Maybe he would have calmed down on his own if the player wasn't there and just grieved with the other boys, talking through the shared pain with them.

[kabr0ztrousers]

Can you do a story with Oreg and the reader :>

You're skipping the line, because I'm behind schedule today and the ones ahead of you need setup.

You're welcome

Kabr0z Writes Episode 47: One year later

This episode picks up from Episode 42!

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Not many today! Creampie; size difference; interspecies relations; fucking on a table; squirting;

A/N: I got into BattleTech today, which is absolutely one of those "Dear God, is that daylight?" Games, so it's 23:30 now.

Hopefully this doesn't keep me up all night again 🤣

Also, send in your requests already, you know you want to

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A year ago, you were sold to an orc warrior. It just so happened, that orc warrior was a duke who also runs a soup kitchen. You'd probably have wound up with him anyway if your adoptive father had let you get to know each other first. Things didn't really end up that way, and you were sold for thirty gold pieces and railed in childhood living room to seal the deal.

You weren't sure he really understood the idea behind an anniversary, he woke up at the crack of dawn as usual, trained until breakfast with you and your son together, then left to do whatever good works he took it upon himself to do. You like it, sure, he's certainly well-loved in the city but it is a little unbecoming for a marcher lord to be seen rethatching a roof.

You spent the day making preparations, arranging flowers you picked from the garden, setting up your child at a playdate so he wouldn't disturb you, you'd even bought him a gift, though he was a bit of an ascetic so it was only a new tunic and some hobnailed boots. Something he'd actually use.

He came home in the early evening, clomping into the house. You could hear him going towards the chapel where he'd normally stay for a while in quiet reflection before dinner.

Oreg had been a paladin since he was very young, abandoned by his warband and adopted by an elven conclave. He was younger than you when he ventured into the Shadowlands to kill the lich, and always carried his faith with him. You sat with your husband, gazing silently at the icons on the small altar, dedicated to the god of fertility and rebirth. Your hand brushed his, grasping a couple of his huge fingers in your own hand. He looked away from the altar, smiling at you as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"Dinner time?" He put an arm around you, placing his hand on your waist as he held you to him

"I was thinking of something else first, it's been a year since we met, you know?"

His greenish-grey skin went even greyer "Oh, I haven't got you anything!"

You laughed and gave him a peck on the cheek "I noticed, you'll make it up to me later, for now, let's go to the dining room"

You led him by the hand, a five-foot-nothing woman leading an eight-foot orc through your house to the grand dining room that only ever seemed to get use when you had company, or your child wanted to play there. On the table were the presents you'd bought, and the bouquet you'd made.

Your husband's eyes lit up. "For me?"

"Yes, dear, for you. Go ahead and open them"

You'd never seen such childlike glee from this man, normally lodged somewhere between practical and stoic, now filled with anticipation as he turned the first gift over in his hands before tearing off the paper and holding his new clothes to his chest. He was even more impressed with the boots, remarking on the sturdy soles as he tried them on. You couldn't help but beam at him as he stomped up and down the length of the room, clearly loving the clack-clack-clack of the nails on the smooth granite floor

You finally managed to convince to stop stomping, holding this giant man who suddenly has the boundless energy of a teen half his age. You pushed him onto one of the chairs arrayed on either side of the great table, climbing on top of him

You whispered in his ear "Now, you get to give me my gift" before hiking up your skirt, revealing your pussy to him.

He got the idea. Bundling you up, he lay you on the table, kicking the chair away and kneeling to dive face-first into you.

His hands gently gripped your thighs, squeezing the plump flesh as his tongue gently explored you. He started slow, barely touching as he licked the outer lips up and down. Speeding up, he started to tease the inner lips and your hole, running his tongue vertically, slightly catching your clit every now and then to send electric tingles through you. You could feel how wet this was making you. Hell, you could hear how wet it was making you! He still wasn't stopping, rubbing your hole with a thumb as he moved his attention upward, his tongue rolling around your clit as you whimpered and whined on the table.

When his finger started pushing into you, it was too much. You cried out as the tip slid in, feeling yourself clenching as your hands gripped the back of his head through your skirts. Oreg wasn't done yet, though, that finger pressed on, getting deeper inside before he curled it upwards, pushing hard against your g-spot, making you gasp as your knuckles whitened on your clothes. He moved with a practiced purpose, listening to the crechendo of gasping cries you made as you approached your next peak. At last, you came again, squirting straight into his mouth as waves of pleasure flowed over you. Ever since he figured out how to do it, it's been his favourite thing to do with you, you weren't sure if he enjoyed getting off as much as making you squirt for him.

He definitely enjoyed getting off though, and as he stood up, you felt the imposing thickness of his cock against you. You'd gotten more used to it over the months, but it was still challenging at first. He held the absurdly sized cock against you, rubbing it up and down your slit, slathering it with your juices before angling it into you. A moment passed, you could feel it pushing into you. Your body relented, and the tip stretched its way inside. Your breathing once again turned to gasping and your toes curled as he slid in, being careful not to go too quickly even as you could see he desperately needed your body.

"Do it, give it to me like you want" you breathed your enthusiasm to him. He looked at you a moment. You met his gaze.

He thrusted. You screamed. Wide-eyed, he looked down at you, even as you held him in "Deeper, Oreg, please, deeper"

He pulled out an inch or two, then forced himself deeper into you, letting his bodyweight force his cock inside. You bucked and rolled your hips, fucking him back as he pressed in. He picked up speed, your moans emboldening him

"Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me" you repeated your mantra over and over again as the orc took you. The table rocked and creaked with the force of his thrusts, again and again until at last, he did as you asked.

His hips hit yours and he let out a groaning sigh, cock twitching, filling you up as he dropped his load into you. You stroked his face and pulled him to you. You kissed. Your tongue was in his mouth now, he gently caressed it with his own as his balls pumped more and more of his essence into you, already leaking out and pooling below you.

You held him to you, closing your eyes, not letting him go. This is the only present you wanted from him.

Though a sword would be awesome.

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Hope you enjoyed that, it's super duper late now so I'm just going to remind you all that requests are open and you're welcome to leave one!

[azureaddict500]

the reunion of does

the beginnings of another forsaken au I had in mind, where the survivors and killers eventually find out the spectre is the one responsible for all of their eternal suffering and then after getting rid of them arrange a reunion between john and jane doe :)

Neither the Killers nor the Survivors had ever anticipated that there was a higher being involved in the misery that they were all forcefully subjected to for unknown amounts of time. But when they had finally figured it out, they all worked together in a beautiful act of rebellion against their cruel fates to expel the entity known as the Spectre forever, erasing the confines that their tormentor had set for them—for good.

The first order of business, of course, was to make sure everyone was on good terms and wouldn't attack one another, as the Spectre was the one who gave survivors the abilities to simply loop back into a state of being alive and anyone who got killed would be gone, permanently. The second order of business was to notify anyone else who may have remained oblivious to the state of their imprisonment. And the third… well, had been planned for a long, long time.

Jane Doe nervously walked alongside the survivors as they lead her to the arranged meeting spot. She was completely unaware of what was to happen next, but kept her trust in them, for they had kept her spirits up for the entirety of the torture that was this world—the Spectre's world. But the Spectre was no more, and she anticipated something fascinating if all of the survivors were involved.

"You're going to love it, Mrs. Doe," Elliot said, smiling brightly. "everyone has been working hard for this to happen."

"…I wouldn't doubt you on that, Elliot," Jane Doe replied. She wanted to correct Elliot on the usage of the suffix 'Mrs', but before she could, the survivors all stopped. They told her to wait, and some of them departed from the group to go elsewhere. She patiently stood there, glancing around at how her companions proceeded to murmur amongst one another.

The pink-haired robloxian could overhear some snippets of their conversations. "Do you think this will work?" and "What if something goes wrong?" were two questions that made her tense her muscles in fear, but she relaxed quickly with reassurance from one of the survivors.

The chittering between the remaining survivors stopped as they saw the other half of the survivor group return, and Jane Doe fought back her sense of dread upon seeing the group of killers approach.

But then she froze, completely. Her eyes widened as she saw the one robloxian she loved oh so dearly step to the front of the gathering of killers.

There he was; in all of his fine glory, albeit some of his features tainted by the corruption brought on by the Spectre. Her beloved John Doe.

The survivors accompanying her stepped towards the sides, making room for Jane and John. They understood that this was the most important moment; a decisive test to see if they had truly won against their captor, the Spectre.

Jane and John maintained eye contact, Jane's eyes full of hope and desperation, whilst John's were full of curiosity and recognition. The corrupted robloxian seemed to be searching, investigating with his gaze.

The killers and survivors shuffled around within their respective groups, anticipation wracking the nerves of everyone watching; even those who seemed aloof fidgeted on occasion.

Silence ensued. No one wanted to say or do anything that could potentially ruin the reunion. It had been a reunion planned for many, many days—months, or even years if anyone could still capture the time. The only thing that had prevented this from happening much earlier was the presence of the Spectre.

But alas, the Spectre was no more. And now John's feelings for his wife would finally return, rightfully so.

". . . JANE?" John's muffled, glitching voice began to speak.

Jane sniffled softly from the overwhelming joy of John's recognition of her, and replied, her voice soft and cracking from her beginning sobs, "Yes—Yes, my love, it's me."

All of a sudden, as though something had clicked into place, John began to rapidly approach Jane, his steps revealing his returning sense of mind. He no longer ran to hunt down his target, for his target was not one he intended to eliminate—rather, he ran as though he had witnessed the very thing he had always sought after for the entire time he had remained trapped in this world.

Jane's arms opened out towards him, welcoming him. John immediately took her into an embrace, carefully yet firmly wrapping his arms around her. She fit perfectly in his hold, as though she were always meant to be in his arms.

He didn't know what he had been searching for all this time; not until he finally found her. Jane Doe, his beloved wife.

"You came back to me," Jane cried, weeping into her husband's shoulder.

John nodded, feeling tears trickle down his face for the first time in years. "I HAVE RETURNED... JANE. I HAVE FOUND YOU."

The relieved sighs and joyful expressions of the survivors and killers around them only added onto the warmth of their reunion. A couple of survivors, namely Noob and Elliot, had even teared up as they found themselves caught in the moment.

All of them had won. All of them.

Forsaken, they were—no longer.

[gasoline-drinker]

Reverie head cannons again!!!!

Casey and Honey :

Honey has this thing where, every time they call Casey a pet-name, they feel like they sound cringe. To combat this, Honey calls Casey shit like oomf, which pisses Casey off. (In a silly way dw)

Casey dyes his hair, and by this point it's so fried it fucking crunches when touched. The shit feels like aluminum foil.

Casey, if he ever were to actually fight someone, fights dirty, teeth and nails and shit like that. Mainly because he grew up the youngest, and most anxiety ridden, with 2 older brothers.

Casey grew up on those old cheap 2000s movies like spy kids and fuckin. Baby geniuses idk

Cyril and Dove :

Cyril smells funny. Not BAD, he just doesn't really shower often. He's a little greasy. (He also has a lot of body hair. No beard cuz he's totally a twink, but enough leg hair to knit some nice socks)

You'd think Cyril has shit posture, but surprisingly he has like perfect posture. His back is a straight line. Father and papa would kill him if he saw him slouching. Dove has shit posture tho

Dove is actually pretty fuckin' good at art, they just don't use it for anything other than drawing stupid shit

T-t-t-t4t..🥺🥺

Detective and Marlowe :

Detective and Axel are homies!! They talk shit together and Axel tells them the most foul stories!!!

Marlowe was like. In severe bisexual denial before going on the run. His whole thought process was like 'i can't like men, I have a girlfriend!! I am sososo heterosexual😁😁' (this is vergy much male Detective, sorgy.)

Marlowe usually sleeps on his back, never fully relaxed, always ready to wake up and attack someone. However, whenever he's really comfortable (like the first time he slept over at Detective's place, if that eventually happens IT WILL IT WILL IM DELUSIONAL IT WILL.) he is GONE. He does that thing cats do where they sleep so good they seem like they're definitely dead.

I feel like Marlowe will tear up when finally offered regular ass home cooked food. Dudes been living off fast food and chef boyardee for years.

Detective feels like they'd have just a shit ton of scars people can't see under their clothes, not as many as Marlowe totally, but still more than a normal guy should have. They're also all from much less cool things than Marlowe

Axel and Sunshine :

Axel grew up going to his grandma's house every weekend, so his nostalgia mainly flares up from those old 'as seen on TV' commercials, and bad 80s movies. Also his grandma had a clock that spouted one of the same 15 Bible verses every hour, and he very vividly remembers the little chime it made before each one. Knockoff soda is very nostalgic too.

Bunny, Kane, and Dion :

Bunny had just the most extensive PC setup. Everything was RGB, they're one of those weirdos who cares what their keyboard sounds like. That thing was their baby, before it was FUCKING DESTROYED. :(

Bunny, Experiment, and Dearest are family. Doesn't matter how close. attracting demons runs in the family.

Others :

Fausten is mute. Idk man we've never seen him talk :/ also the idea of your mentor just like. Silently looking over your work, emotionless, is HORRIFYING.

Lauren feels very 2000s older sister. (I'd let her call me a loser.. please have sex with me Lauren please please please please) (jokies!!!!)

Whenever Lauren leaves the house, and she knows she's gonna take like under 2 hours, she puts on those nature videos people use to keep pets from tearing up the house. Casey and Honey do watch them. (Just like Papa Reverie..)

Yk that scene in Still Wakes The Deep with the elevator shaft? The one where Caz is going up, and there's violin playing, and the sight above is so hauntingly beautiful, moreso than anything humans could make? That's what Mother looks like. She also has the same effect on people, body horror included :D

Essence eaters purr. Sorgy, I don't make the rules guys.

[vo-kopen]

My “doom” arrived earlier this month

Linkara of Atop the Fourth Wall was doing Secret Origins month, and the third episode this year was about the origin of the Doom Patrol. The Doom Patrol (I first met them in season five of Teen Titans ‘03) are a group of heroes with different origins who are outcasts from society. I knew that was clear in the modern day (I believed in the nineties they have the first trans woman superhero in the big two) but I didn’t realize their alienation was present from the start in the Silver Age when they showed up in My Greatest Adventure #80. They felt a bit more Bronze Age than I expected from DC in the early sixties, since I tended to subscribe to the narrative that dc lagged behind marvel in leaving the goofy age behind. And don’t get me wrong, the Doom Patrol *are* a silly group with silver age adventures. But there is potential for tougher topics here. I tend not to click with DC heroes, but after my seventh day in a row of rewatching the episode, I finally decided to get a digital copy. The next day I got the second issue, then I got the third today, after which I was reminded of a cheaper way to get them. Doom delayed.* Look sometimes my neurons don’t make logical links.

So I figured I might as well talk about some of these Silver Age issues. Above is the link to the AT4W episode, if you want to see what sparked this addiction. I will try to go fast through the first three episodes, and then as I actively read them I will try to break them down more. Shoutout to @nitpickrider for the suggestion. For clarity, I will focus only on the Doom Patrol stories in the book, since the book has backup stories.

Issue one uses space quite effectively, and the book completely focuses on the Doom Patrol. The pasts of three of the four members are shown in flashbacks, as unlike the F4 or X-Men they don’t share a common origin. All of them are noted to be outcasts, but Robotman’s alienation from humanity is clearest. We see all of that and the team deciding to unite in only the first story. (Also I can see where the inspiration for a retcon in a later run about the Chief comes from) The second half has them go on a mission to recover a piece of alien tech, where they face their first villain Immortus. You might remember him as the Brotherhood of Evil member in the ‘03 Teen Titans who *wasn’t* Madame Rogue or Mallah and the Brain. It was surprising how quickly events happen, yet the pacing felt fine. I started reading comics in like the early 2010s, so the compressed storytelling was a bit of a shock. But not an unwelcome one. I got two stories for the price of one, and I don’t have to worry they won’t nail the ending.

Issue two’s adventure has the team fight against giant monsters. Well, sorta. The first one is destroyed spectacularly as Elasti-Girl pulls a torpedo out of a sunken submarine and bashes the kaiju with it! Hardcore. Even with later reveals in the story, it’s still impressive, and I have to say I dreaded the sexism of a sixties comic, but so far Rita is a valued member of the team. But the more resonating plot point is that Robotman (who oddly is called Automaton at points, maybe a name from an old draft) cannot see the monsters, and realizes he remembers certain historical events differently. As he is a human brain implanted into a robot body, he begins to worry the surgery went wrong and he’s losing his mind. As someone whose memory is … selective, this emotionally impacted me. It was a nice bit of pathos. Also as an Autistic, the “what if it’s the opposite and the whole world but you has gone mad” felt a bit cathartic. As for the story’s villain, his last “monster” is a pretty clever ploy. Overall the adventure moved Robotman into my favorite of the first four team members.

The third story did not click as much. Part of the issue is the plot involves three reptilian aliens disguised as human leaders to rule the world. It might have been intended with no malice, but given how many conspiracies are stand-ins for antisemitism, I was a bit less … open to the story. There was one thing I will praise, the three active members of the group are honored at a dinner, but the praise sits ill with the group. It reminds me of the savant stereotype. “Sure little Timmy is broken, but it’s okay because he’s good at math.”

Now, I’ve read a little of Issue four from a comixology preview before I was reminded of cheaper ways to read it, and that preview hooked me back in. The story starts with a disgruntled worker threatening to shoot a gas tank. The team gets to work, Robotman first talks to the man, distracting him. Meanwhile, Rita (I can’t keep calling her Elasti-Girl, it just makes me think of the Incredibles. Rita came first, but still. Plus it’s the whole “why are the men men but the woman is a girl” naming thing) shrinks down and Negative Man flies her to the gun. She then uses her body to physically block the gun’s hammer, preventing it from firing. Again, hardcore. The team leave the building, and a civilian says, “Sure good to have you “fabulous freaks” around.” Larry (the host of Negative Man) thanks them but corrects him that they are humans too. Person first language, I don’t do it myself, but the disabled vibes continue to get stronger. Even when they save the day, there is still that casual dehumanizing. We can forgive your ugliness because you are useful. It’s a nice bit of nuance from the era dominated by the Comic Code Authority. For fun, here are the pages from that “opening act” of issue four (These pages and more are available on the Amazon preview)

Anyway, that’s all I’ve read of the Doom Patrol until now. But why was my doom only delayed? Coincidentally, next month DC is releasing an Omnibus of all the Silver Age Doom Patrol stories. It is apparently $125 USD, and it tempts me. And unlike comixology, the omnibus can’t be taken from me if Bezos gets uppity. (Freaking “oh you don’t own the digital file, you have a license to look at the comic until we decide to take that away” if I buy it I should own it grumble grumble) But the point is, assuming SSI still works next month, I might make a poor financial decision. But honestly, in these doomed times, the morale boost I’ve been getting from these weirdos might be worth it.

Also after I read the silver age run, a friend has recommended the Rachel Pollock run of the nineties. Is it odd to skip the classic Grant Morrison run? Perhaps. But maybe if a certain writer hadn’t made an Autistic character named “Dummy” who their book killed and then had his bully crack a fart joke about him at his funeral, I would be willing to read their books. But instead, vendetta. *shrugs* My hands are metaphorically tied.

@thefingerfuckingfemalefury @majingojira @strixobscuro @nitpickrider @espanolbot2 @akirakan @keeper-of-the-flames and any other comic folks who would want to see me babble about the “world’s strangest heroes.” (Rita’s powers weren’t that outlandish, I mean Doll Man was from like the thirties and Hank Pym was already messing with his size at this time, but I’ll give them Cliff and Larry)

[i-will-die-on-this-20]

I have a hot take on why C3 was really mid for a lot of people. I've been in lurk only mode for many years but I feel the need to break my silence, because time and time again I see the actual CR cast being criticized as people rather than anyone taking a step back and trying to figure out why the narrative doesn't work. I am here to tell the world that there's a very simple reason why the narrative doesn't work and it's kind of nobody's fault. Sometimes these things happen with DnD games, because the players don't know what kind of story they're getting into ahead of time.

First of all I would like to point out that the OGL scandal probably did sour this campaign for the CR crew, so there's a possibility that their hearts weren't in it. They have long standing contracts with DnD Beyond and Wizards of the Coast that they cannot back out of without legal repercussion. Though we have no confirmation on this, it's highly probable that CR was one of the companies who were forced to sign the original NDA before being informed of the attempted changes to the OGL, and they were absolutely one of the companies that were going to be majorly screwed by those changes. Endangering the livelihoods of everyone who works for their company would put a damper on anyone's mood. That plus the fact that they're releasing their own TTRPG means they were likely rushing to finish the campaign so they could break away from DnD entirely to attempt to preserve the livelihoods of them and all of their employees. Basically what I'm saying is that campaign 3 was rushed as FUCK and that's why the pacing felt awful the entire time.

Now on to my main point. There's a very simple reason that C3 just doesn't hit the same, and it has to do with the type of story being told, and the characters that were included in the narrative. C3 is not your typical heroes journey, or even your typical DnD style heroes journey. The C3 narrative is more akin to the hobbit's journey to throw the one ring into the lava.

C3 is about a group of people who are absolutely unqualified to do a task being saddled with that task. It's not a story of highs and lows and heroism, it's a story of stakes that get slowly higher and more immense until the climax where the deed is done and the world is inherently different for it. Ideally in this type of story, the characters are inherently different by the end, too, but this doesn't really happen in C3. The reason, I think, is because this type of narrative works best when the characters are very innocent and naive at the start of the story.

I could go into specifics, but I've already rambled too much. Basically what I'm saying is that the characters in C3 are the antithesis of what the C3 narrative needed to be compelling. The characters were damaged when they started, and they were still damaged by the end. This type of narrative is designed to explore the ways in which insurmountable responsibility damages and irrevocably changes people, and Bells Hells was already incredibly damaged from the onset. Honestly, the character who was most suited to be part of this narrative was Dorian, and he wasn't present for most of it. This makes it hard to connect with, and makes the whole thing feel a little stagnant and awkward.

Personally, once I realized why it didn't feel great I was able to accept it for what it was and enjoy it anyways, but I also couldn't blame anyone for wanting to skip it. My suggestion would be to watch the abridged version, because there were some really good bits at the end. Also, the end of the campaign had major effects on Exandria as a whole, so you might want to at least watch the 2 finale episodes, just to be in the loop as to what the world will be like going forward.

so i'm kinda wondering whether to give up on c3... i'm at episode 79, and i'm not Not Enjoying it but i am still not hooked, and it's a huge timesuck for something kinda mid. thoughts? especially from those who have finished? does anyone have strong positive feelings they would like to share?

[pizzainator]

I watched Jacks stream oh my gosh...

I thought I could handle a Dsmp stream in 2024 but nope. just- that felt SO much like just a stream that would happen in like 2021. the wandering around falling into random creeper holes, chat telling jack to get philza to help him, and to find michael, the mobs interrupting and how unplanned it all was. unscripted lore my beloved forever and ever.

the way that it's like in tommy and jacks conversation- they're talking about things in character that also relates to (presumably) their feelings in real life. just gosh...

when jack and tommy said their goodbyes and jack looked back at technos house to see the sun rising- like its so perfect in a way that the incidental roleplay always was. Like in the way I know I'm reading into it but it still works and it feels like real life when something happens and you find yourself in that moment and life looks almost like a movie- everything in it's proper place for the scene- but it's all just coincidence. the sun didn't rise because a writer wrote that it would. the sun just rises and falls and the conversation just happens to end at that exact moment.

idk just- I really felt it. It captured the feeling of peak dreamsmp that I've missed so much.

I don't even have a problem with nuke ending personally I think it's perfectly fine as an ending. How I've always seen it is: Everyones been hurt by everyone and violence begets violence so the great final act is nukes that will kill everyone that have all ready been launched so it can't be taken back. Then in the prison tommy sees the early parts of the server through Dreams pov and sees the good that was there at the start and how much that has been corrupted since and he wants that simplicity again (he and dream were even friends at one point) before everything went terrible for everyone. Dream turns his back on his plan that he's been building up to for so long cause what he really wants is the same thing as tommy. for things to be simple like at the start. but it's too late- its too far gone. the nukes have already been launched there's no going back. just the hope that maybe in another world things could've been different.

(also the added context of nuke ending being an elaborate character/relationship/map reset to setup a season 2 that never happened.)

So there's my nuke ending defense lol. I know it wasn't very popular with a vast amount of people and that's okay too.

I think ending something like dsmp was never gonna be easy or satisfy everybody, with how many individual povs there are and storylines. I always expected there to be things left unfinished. (unfinished symphony ;) Even if that's pretty unsatisfying for us viewers. (there's a particular stream I really wish had happened with foolish, dream, and eret)

idk there's a post I always remember when thinking about the ending that was like: "Maybe they couldn't write a happier ending at that time in their lives." (super paraphrasing) obviously talking about techno's passing. it's a bit assumptive but the CC's have talked publicly about how much that has affected them (of course it did). With something like that I imagine giving your minecraft server/roleplay character a happy ending is the last thing on your mind.

Todays stream felt like grief and nostalgia and complicated feelings for a time that has passed but still left it's marks on you:

“are you happier?” “I'm getting there”

like, that just says it all.

[sysig]

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