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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

[sakuraspoke]

thinking about copia organising an easter egg hunt for the ghouls, spending hours the night before lovingly hand-painting them; he covers them with glitter and teeny little skulls, hearts, and grucifixes, grinning to himself as he fills them with different kinds of chocolates.

on sunday morning, he hides them all over the gardens. he hangs them on the branches of the trees, lays them in the flowerbeds and on the concrete bird baths that primo had specially made for all the pigeons that come to visit. he stands at the top of the steps, hands on his hips as he surveys his handiwork.

"pretty nifty, old man," he chuckles to himself. "right!"

clapping once, he skips down the path and back inside to prepare himself. by the time he tiptoes back out with his whistle, proud and nervous and ready to lead his flock in some organised fun, he sees it.

carnage.

mountain is halfway up a tree, snarling at swiss over a glittery purple egg. dew leans up against it, arms crossed, and when the egg slips from mountain's grip mid-growl, he snatches it one-handed and pockets it without a word. phantom already has chocolate smeared all over his mouth as he spots another one shimmering in a bird bath and sprints across the grass. he leaps over aurora, who sits opposite cirrus and cumulus, their legs all splayed out in a v shape in front of them. plastic eggs sit discarded in a pile between them as they take turns throwing their chocolates at each other and catching them in their mouths. copia almost doesn't spot rain literally digging a hole with his claws in one of the flowerbeds to bury his stash 'for later'.

he just stands there, stunned, whistle falling from his mouth as it opens in shock and his shoulders slump in disappointment.

"but... i didn't even get to say 'ready, steady, go'."

dew shoves a handful of mini eggs in his mouth and garbles through the crunch, "then you took too long."

copia stands there for a moment, hands limp at his sides, watching swiss tackle phantom into a bush over a particularly sparkly egg. then, pitifully:

"...at least save me one?"

[wkomd]

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

[ulteri0rm0tives]

I still think about my mutuals tag where he said that he thinks Johnny feels so much and so deeply that it literally drove him crazy. And yeah. Just think about it constantly. It's. The statement I associate with him. The first thing I think of when I think of him.

I really, really, really dislike when people paint Johnny as this totally unfeeling asshole. Or at least, I heavily disagree with it. That's not to say he isn't an asshole, he 100% is. He's a jerk to the people around him, and of course there really is no excuse for how he treats people. But explanations =/= excuses.

I feel when people try to paint him that way, it comes from a place that lacks understanding or even an unwillingness to understand. This goes hand in hand where I'll see these people call him an unfeeling asshole while using terms associated with cluster b disorders and using the social weight they carry to demonize him, a very prevalent problem reflected in society and internet pop psychology culture.

They'll take the fact he's a 'narcissistic junkie', and not only at the same time use it to demonize people with NPD, but also drug users. It's just a very lazy way to paint a picture of his characterization, by using loaded terms as a crutch and letting their social weight, using yours and others people's biases, do the job for you. Like man, if you're going to make a critique of his character can we at least actually put some effort behind it.

Like. They think he's a user who's an unfeeling asshole to people just for the sake of being one. They see him engaging in these self endangering, self harming, self sabotaging behaviors and brush it off as nothing more than him being like that simply because he likes it, that he relishes in it even. Simply because he wants and chooses to be like that.

They don't see him using as a way of numbing himself (this especially with the fact drugs are the first thing he goes for when Alt breaks it off with him). They don't see that constant toxic push and pull in his relationships as self sabotage. They don't see the fact him going on that OP was a suicide mission. Literally.

I truly believe he never intended to come back from that mission, evident in his last exchange with Kerry, evident in a LOT of his own lyrics. (Black Dog, Ballad of Buck Ravers.)

Johnny clearly is passionate. He clearly has things he cares about. He clearly feels.

I'd even go so far as to say he genuinely does care about the people in his life, he just simply doesn't know how to show it properly or in a way that's healthy for anyone involved. Even when Alt breaks up with him, and he pushes her away for it, he still ends up chasing after her before she's even left the venue. He still tries to protect her. When Alt gets abducted, and yeah, he's being a leadheaded stubborn idiot about it, he still goes after her.

And even if it's self aggrandizing in a lot of ways, he still cares about her life enough to raid a whole fucking tower for her. Even if it's more in the view of what Arasaka took from him, than what it did to her, he still cares about her in his own way. He still grieves her. He's still broken up when she dies right in front of him, and he still acts out even if it's violent and angry. His grief has ALWAYS manifested this way.

When he sees the headlines about Kerry, he asks V to check up on him, to visit him. He even asks Kerry about it because (I think) it came from a place of genuine worry shown the best way he can show it, a straightforward question and dropping it when he gets an answer, no matter how truthful the answer is. When Kerry gets the idea for a one time reunion, Johnny agrees to it because he thinks 'Kerry needs this'.

I also think people see that he's a very angry person and attribute 'unfeeling' to that. Because to them, to a lot of people, anger isn't a valid emotion nor one with as much value as happiness or sadness. That's it's something less than. Even if anger was all he felt, it's still a feeling. He still feels it. He still feels.

His anger, though it's execution is obviously a problem, it's extremely fucking justified and valid. It's born from the mistreatment of a system that only destroys people's lives. Born from a system that only knows how to take, how to hurt, how to kill.

The same system that took, not just a literal piece of Johnny, but so many pieces of his identity and his life that he literally tries to project himself as an entirely new person to escape this.

Johnny cares about how the system treats people, especially people like him. How it uses people and chews them up and discards them when it's taken all it can from them. Johnny cares so much he becomes not just a voice, but thinks he is- and in a lot of ways he does really become one- a symbol for people like him.

That OP functioned as another rescue mission for Alt, another statement for his ideals, and his blaze of glory to go out on his own terms.

Johnny cares about things. Johnny cares about people. He has feelings. Complicated, convoluted, deeply traumatized feelings. Feelings that are so intense, that it harms him. Feelings that are so intense, that it bleeds from him and harms others, too.

And honestly, I'd say the one and only person he stopped truly caring about was himself. A long, long time ago.

[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….!!