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[amynchan]

"Tell me to stop..."

The words were ragged on her lips. Shuddering, shaking their way out of her.

Beneath her, her beloved smiled.

"I don't want you to."

Those words rang with trust, and it rolled through her. Her shuddering muscles brought her closer, and she nearly choked.

"Please!" she gasped, tears finally beading in the corner of each eye. "Don't make me do this! One word! Just one-!"

She was stopped by a loving hand. Her face was touched lightly, and as the hand fell, exhausted, she knew it had left a trail behind.

"I know it's difficult to bear-" that voice, always so strong, was a shade of what it could be "-but you are strong. You can do this."

As if they weren't on a battlefield. As if they hadn't been drawn to fight one another, to defend what they couldn't wholly understand.

"I can't!" Her strength was failing, her vision blurring. "I can't! Please don't-!"

"But it's already done."

The reminder wasn't unkind. It was soft. Gentle. Loving. As if they were entangled in nothing more or less than a loving embrace, proclaiming their love with only the celestial bodies to bear witness.

As if there weren't a sword between them, held by unwilling and willing hands alike. One desperate to release, to save what little life force could be recovered. One at peace with dying, prepared for this eventuality.

One of the two had always been optimistic. The other, realistic.

How cruel reality could be.

"When I die, the spell will release." The words were meant to be comforting. They weren't. "You'll have my magic, and you'll be free to take your place."

"But I don't want it!" She wanted to rage against her own body. Stop this from happening. But it was done... it was done... "Not like this!"

It was so her. So optimistic. He wished he could share her view, but...

He was always a realist. And he was dying.

And he loved her.

"I'll meet you in the stars," he told her instead. "Be strong, and don't let go of our future."

In the next moment, her hands finally, finally let go of the sword. For her, it was one moment too late.

In the moment after that, the people learned, viscerally, the meaning of "hell on earth."

And they had every reason to be afraid.

[phibsies]

can’t wait to make pixane real in tomodachi life

the original screenshot that i definitely didn’t forget to actually reference when drawing

[wkomd]

Cobra Kai 4.10 What do you say we team up again?

[nightowlfury]

Bison + Kant EP 7 “It's just that the getup and the props make me feel like we're lovers in the trenches. You know, like, we're going to die together and all that.”

+ after

[startedwellthatsentence]

DOCTOR ODYSSEY IS NOT 9-1-1

IT IS NOT BONUS EPISODES FOR A DIFFERENT SHOW

There are some of us in the Doctor Odyssey fandom who DO NOT WATCH the firefighter show, and dragging your fandom drama into OUR tags is rude. It is poor fandom behavior. Do not tag negativity, and especially do not tag negativity FROM A DIFFERENT FANDOM. There is no reason to poison the well with bad vibes from a completely different community. DO BETTER.

This fandom is too small to start blocking people over petty bullshit. If everyone sequesters themselves into different silos based on pre-conceived biases from a completely different fandom, there will not be enough of a community to keep the fandom alive. No fandom should be this factious or angry after six episodes.

[scopostims]

[ID: 3 GIFs of a sunset over calm ocean waters, the sky lit up vibrant reds, contrasted heavily against the dark clouds and dark water. The second GIF is a closeup of the sun dipping below the horizon, and the first and third are far zoomed out. End ID]

red sunset (src) :•]

[bluecubeblues]

Sky with a pipe

What crimes will they commit

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[prinzessin]

debuting new url + theme tonight 👀

[angelbitezzz]

Now where in the hell did she go?

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God damn it. Sans had one job—keep an eye on the human, make sure she rested, keep her out of trouble. Now, as he stared dumbfoundedly down at the obviously empty couch on the first floor, he only had one real thought come floating through his fatigued skull.

"i'm gonna kill that girl."

He threw his soiled jacket somewhere in the corner of his room and snatched his hoodie from where it was hung next to his door, slipping it on as he shoved socked feet into slippers, descending the stairs so quickly he may as well have teleported. Far be it from him to ever move that fast on purpose—apparently, that was another thing she was able to do to him without him knowing, damn it all. Frustration simmered at the back of his throat, but even he knew that the feeling was covering a darker, more icy fear that clutched at the inside of his ribcage and froze into a heavy thing somewhere next to his SOUL. She needed to rest. She needed to stay out of sight for now until they figured things out with her magic. She needed to stay safe, fuck, and even just thinking that sent an uncomfortable rattle up along his spine. He didn't bother opening the front door, he jolted through space and found himself outside a few feet away.

"think, sans, think. where would she—"

His pupils settled on the ground. Blue grass and sand mixed together to create an uneven path leading through the village proper. The isles were on the night cycle now—which, didn't look different, but having something of a curfew helped with the constant feeling of nighttime—so nobody was around save for some real night owl types. Sans had excellent night vision, picking out the disturbed sand leading through the village and far to the left, back towards the entrance. He took a step and jittered to the far end, focused on the footprints leading up, until the grass and sand gave away to stone, ascending on a gentle incline that only grew steeper until it led to a cliff overlooking a majority of the Starlight Isles and surrounding territories.

His steps slowed as a silhouette came into view near the edge, an ambient warm breeze tugging the cape pulled around their shoulders. Briefly, he thought he'd stumbled across Count Koffin K doing something...but when they raised their head to gaze upward, he realized he'd found his target.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and resisted the urge to stomp his way up the cliff to her side.

"and what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Angel startled a little, jerking around halfway and flinching. Burning purple eyes met his own, wide and alarmed.

For a second, he felt like they fit right in with the "stars" in their sky.

"Oh! Oh. Sans. Hey."

"answer the question, human."

"Right. Um." Her gaze trailed away, back over the edge of the cliff. "Well don't worry, I didn't fuck off to, uh...y'know. Yeah. Ye—yeah. I'm just, just..."

He didn't speak, recognizing by the tone of her voice that she was struggling to get her thoughts out. She got scrambled like that sometimes—it reminded him of Alphys...when she wasn't putting on a whole fake persona, anyways.

"...Processing. Mhm."

"your near death experience or your magic?"

"Can it be both?"

He inclined his head and slowly stepped forward, moving to stand beside her. There was a very long pause before he spoke.

"well, uh, anyways. asgore said you gotta rest. my brother'll have a conniption if he finds out you're out here."

"Right. Sorry. I just...really needed to get some air. Please."

Frustration boiled behind his teeth, but he sucked back the smoke and smiled anyways. When she glanced at him, whatever she saw in his expression made her grimace and look away again.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not dying."

"you nearly did." The lights in his eyesockets extinguished, smile thinning until it was nearly a frown. "like, 6 hours ago. unless you forgot. i mean...wouldn't really be surprised, ya did hit your head pretty hard during your little stunt."

"God, Sans, can you just—not? For once?"

"i dunno what you mean."

She whirled on him, a desperate sort of anger flashing onto her features.

"You know exactly what I mean! Don't kick me while I'm down. I—"

"i'm trying to get you back in bed before anyone sees you, but hey, if you wanna keep acting like a babybones, be my guest."

"I'm NOT—" Angel cut herself off and shut her eyes, drawing Sans's cape around her shoulders tighter and covering her face with a hand. "Not...fuck. Fuck. Sans. I–I don't need you to act like my parent. Be all weird and protective over your brother, but don't...let's not pretend. Don't do the same with me cuz you think you have to. It hurts."

He didn't know what to say, for once. There was a quiet swallowing sound while he searched for something, anything to respond to that. Seconds dragged into minutes before she spoke again.

"...I'm gonna die down here."

"hey, you just said you're not—"

"No, Sans." She interrupted, insistent, voice pitching high and broken. "I'm gonna die down here. This place, it's driving me fucking mental. I don't. I don't know what to do."

Her hand slipped away again, a frightened, tight little grin stretching across her face as she looked at him. It looked like it hurt.

"The sun. I miss the sun. I feel like I've been stuck in a damn time loop where it's always night time and I do the same damn shit every day! Yesterday was the first time in weeks that I felt like something new happened and I completely fucked it. I've been having so much fun here that I forgot that—I forgot. I forgot!" She began to laugh, gesturing to her body frantically, trying to get a point across. "I forgot!"

Sans listened to her speak with an increasing feeling of worry, frustration melting into concern the longer she went on.

"kid—" He started, but she cut him off again, her laughter ceasing as quickly as it had come, turning her body away.

"Don't. Please don't. I don't think I could stand if it you started with the pity train."

"wasn't the pity train, was more like the empathy express."

His weak attempt at humor did bring a smaller, more genuine twitch of her mouth than whatever fake grin she'd been trying to keep up. How had she ever managed to fool him before? In hindsight, it was obvious now, all the times she'd been pretending at joy.

Ah, but then, she was the perseverant kind of person. Maybe she was just...used to that.

He didn't want to know why.

"i was just gonna say...you're not alone."

He reached out and set a hand on her shoulder, struggling to find the words. Sun sickness had been a lot more prevalent back during the aftermath of the war—he had no experience dealing with it directly.

"it ain't so bad. you're still here. people down here like you."

"...Do you even like me?"

"huh?"

Angel turned her head just a little, enough to catch his gaze with her own. She looked exhausted, the warm breeze threatening to spill the tears welling up in her eyes.

"I pay attention, you know. You—god, Sans, you only tolerate me cuz I'm friends with Papyrus, right? Sometimes I feel like we get along great, and then something happens and you just...act off. Am I that much of a burden to you? Should I just leave?"

His thoughts flashed back to the day before. The panic that had thrummed through his body at the mere thought of losing her, that same panic that had brought him out here looking for her in the first place.

"i..." He hesitated. "...think it's been a long day, angel. you're tired and homesick and still coming down from the adrenaline high from earlier. you'll feel better in the morning."

Angel just gazed at him for a long, long moment. Those purple eyes searching for something in his expression before they went lax, her face flattening.

"...You're right. You're right. I'm just..." A lump in her throat. The tears began streaking down her face, dripping off her chin. "...so tired."

"hey." His voice was soft now, softer than she'd heard it before. "...i get the feeling, bud."

Her shoulders shaking, she raised a hand and slipped it over the one he had on her shoulder just for some measure of comfort, head ducking and turning away as she quietly hiccuped. He let her hold him there, warm fingers on chilled bones as she anchored herself again in the present.

It was a good long while before she let him take her home.

...

"Hey, Sans...?"

"mhm?"

"I forgot my glasses. You're gonna have to lead me back."

[spark-circuit]

Aha pulling out the Everhood-type shit on these poor Silvermane guards

[fagkermit]

[luna-the-cretar]

After god knows how many attempts, I FINALLY beat Leshy. I am SO fucking happy omg.

[zorostitties]

honestly it's kinda depressing that editing themes seems to be a Long Forgotten Art. 13 year old me learned basic html just so i could add playlists and a glittery cursor to my blogs. i'd be picking pictures of my faves and matching colors perfectly for HOURS. being complimented for having a pretty theme was like the THEE highest level of status & honor one could achieve. like that was SO SERIOUS to me you dont get it

[dollyfetti]

i have never shifted once in my entire life but i still love making scripts + playlists for my drs and i was wondering if that was smth you guyz might wanna see….!!

[tomwaterbabies]

everyone say happy birthday hugo it's his birthday today

[mr-aftons-rotting-pussy]

girl moment