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a-casxandra ¡ 2 days ago
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𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧!?
𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐧 : reacting to you having cryptic pregnancy.
a cryptic pregnancy also known as stealth or hidden pregnancy, occurs when a woman is unaware that she is pregnant, until late in the pregnancy, sometimes even until labor begins. This can happen for various reasons, including a lack of typical pregnancy symptoms, misinterpretation of symptoms, or denial of pregnancy.
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★。+゚☆ 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 ☆゚+。★
You’re both just finished a mission and was on the way to the hunter's association, when you double over in pain. You think it’s food poisoning. He calmly carries you before teleporting immediately to the medical wings inside the hunter's association.
Reaction:
At first? Deadpan calm.
“...You’re giving birth. That’s what this is.” He says it like he’s reading it from a technical manual, but his grip on your hand tightens.
Internally, he’s going through every medical protocol stored in his deepspace hunter database. He’s weirdly efficient, guiding the doctors, not letting go of you even once, but he keeps asking:
“Do you want water? Are you afraid? Should I hold your hand?”
Even after the baby arrives, he’ll just stare at it with blank confusion, then gently say:
“It’s... small. Like you.”
Then promptly falls asleep holding your hand, because the shock finally hits him post-event.
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★。+゚☆ 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 ☆゚+。★
Irony of ironies—you’re in his hospital, and he’s on a break when it happens. You clutch your stomach, and he immediately runs to you. Zayne kneels beside you, immediately goes full doctor-mode—except he’s not calm.
“Where does it hurt? How long has it been—shit, your pulse is spiking.”
He gets you to the ER fast, barking instructions at the med team even though he knows he shouldn’t be interfering. When they tell him you’re in labor?
“That’s not—there’s no way. That’s not possible. We would've seen it. I would've known.”
He’s shaken. All logic, all science he believes in—thrown out the window. But the second he sees the baby placed in your arms, the tears he didn’t realize were there finally spill.
Later, when it’s quiet, he touches the baby's cheek and murmurs:
“I missed everything… but I’m not missing anything else.”
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★。+゚☆ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 ☆゚+。★
You’re at an art exhibit he’s hosting. You collapse in pain, and he freaks out so dramatically that half the press thinks it's performance art.
Rafayel panics. Loudly. hands fumbling, as he tried calling for ambulance.... too bad he's too panicking that he actually called the coast guard instead.
“What’s happening to her?! Do something! You’re doctors—aren’t you supposed to save lives?"
Once told you’re in labor, his first reaction?
“That’s impossible. I’d know, wouldn’t I?!” But then he’s by your side, holding your hand, tears in his eyes even before the baby arrives.
“I didn’t even get to talk to them in your belly... I feel like I missed everything.”
Once the baby cries? He cries too.
And don’t expect him to leave your hospital bed. He’ll cuddle both you and the baby like a sea otter protecting its whole world.
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★。+゚☆ 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 ☆゚+。★
You’re helping him review maps of the N109 zone when you double over. You think it’s something you ate. You’re trying to tough it out—until you start bleeding.
He freezes. Just for a split second.
Then he carries you bridal-style through Onychinus HQ like a war just started. If anyone even blinks wrong, he growls:
“Out of my way or die.”
At the hospital, Sylus glares at the doctors, knives in his voice:
“If anything happens to her, I’ll tear this place apart.”
Once he learns it’s a birth? He does not compute.
“...We didn’t even know. Kitten, How the hell did this happen?”
But he doesn’t leave your side. When the baby comes, he just stands over it silently... before muttering:
“You’ll take after her. Not me.”
And then wraps you and the baby in his jacket like it’s armor.
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★。+゚☆ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 ☆゚+。★
You’re watching a Farspace Fleet training session when you suddenly cry out in pain. Caleb catches you before you hit the ground.
Instant military mode. Barks orders. Clears the area. Escorts you to medical like he’s carrying precious cargo.
“She’s in pain. Do your jobs.”
When told you're in labor? his eyes widen. For once, Caleb is silent.
Once he’s alone with you though? His voice softens.
“Pipsqueak.. You’re really about to give birth, huh? I didn’t see it coming… but I’m here. I’m not leaving.”
He holds your hand through every contraction, whispering encouragement, wiping your tears.
And when the baby’s born? He crumbles.
“They’re perfect. You’re perfect. You did this all by yourself… I’m sorry I wasn’t there before, but I will be now. For everything.”
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[it's my first time writing a reaction/imagine thingy. Should i do a part 2, when the baby comes out looking exactly like them?]
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thesafflelad ¡ 3 days ago
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Like, Carol's husband is about to die, and her first daughter is lost to a fate far worse. Speculative as it may be, she's likely acting out of desperation. Like, pure evil (or pure good) characters don't exist in Undertale nor Deltarune. Titans may be an exception: they either haven't been explained fully or are like traditional demons: they have human-like forms to try and appeal to human beings, but ultimately are fundamentally unable to do anything but reject what is good. That, or they're twisted angels, and whoever forms their fountain is their God," so to speak.
Asgore got so, so much shit for his actions, partly because Toriel dragged him for his grief-stricken choice (and damn-near everyone loves Toriel), and partly because it's implied that only children had fallen into the Underground. He made a stubborn decision out of grief to inspire hope that faded just as fast. He's a desperate man that wants his people to be happy... but tragically, more than that, he wants to give up. He does everything in his power during the fight to have you kill him or vice versa, and with the recent information of larger bullets dealing less damage, he really doesn't want to kill you. Unrelated, he does have boundary issues with Toriel, in both UT and DR. He still refers to her as "my wife," for crying out loud, promising to raise you with her without consulting her!
Flowey is just as broken, too. He's lived for what feels like millions of years doing anything he wants. He can't even die. He's lived the same life for so long that he's detached entirely because of the circumstances of his creation. Asriel was brought back to life in a flower without his soul. Imagine thinking every thought without feeling... anything. There's no chemical that releases for joy or despair or anything, and I assure that some people don't have to imagine. Flowey isn't evil because he can't feel anything; he's a villain because he prioritizes his entertainment over the lives of others, and he only does that because he is deeply, tragically lonely. Once he can feel again, he's still trying to kill who he thinks is his best friend, all because he's convinced everything is a game (I know the likely argument, but Flowey can't view Undertale metatextually). He's broken, alone, and has been without kindness from someone he knows for so long that he can't understand it.
Toriel isn't perfect. She's overprotective, stubborn, and unforgiving; hell, the way she talks about Carol speaks a lot to her character. Though Toriel has a vested interest in the wellbeing of hers and other children, she's known as particularly harsh to others. She's distant from others in her own way, not just physically, but emotionally in most dialogue (not with Sans but he's... weird in Deltarune.) In Undertale, the monsters of the Ruins are scared of her, almost in the same way criminals are scared of Mayor Holiday, and in that game, she only drops her life of resignation and feaux determined might(which parallels Asgore a lot) only when something the player has no knowledge of goads her to do something different. Like... guys, she probably figured out the One Soul plan in hindsight; she would've been just as stuck as Asgore trying to figure a way out for years, and even after she did... would she dare desecrate the souls of children she respected? Would Asgore dare?
Name a fic before 2018 where Alphys wasn't either killed off or had half her research replaced with Gaster's. If it exists, I'd like to read it. Dorked made a great video about her and says a lot of stuff better than I can, so watch it, please. DC;DW: Alphys has some flaws, yes, but she gets so overshadowed by other characters by the fandom and treated like this terrible, unforgivable person for years. She tried something, failed and changed the lives of dozens of Monsters forever, and had no idea how to rectify it, thinking she failed. If you had to tell everyone that your immortality experiment didn't produce the desired results, and that their loved ones will never be the same, I want to imagine having the responsibility of telling the people you think you failed. She's so ready for people to hate her, she's resigned herself to already being hated.
And honestly, going through all that... all wrongdoings in Undertale have a central theme, don't they? Accepting grief or loss, and desperation to cling to a life they knew. Asriel wants his best friend, Asgore wants the person who loved him most and his children and would rather die than live with killing another child, Toriel wants her children back and resents Asgore's path (partially because she would have taken it), and Alphys is so petrified by the only choice she has that she just doesn't act honestly.
Even in Deltarune, Susie is desperate to seem tough and aloof because she grew up as The Scariest Monster, either among humans or other, crueler monsters. Ralsei is a liar because he's frightened that things will fall apart if everyone knows too much. Berdly is so focused on how he's perceived that he'd rather punch down than reveal he can make mistakes. King doesn't want to be abandoned and holds resentment for the people that left him behind. Queen says plainly that she wants to rule the world to give everyone an escapist fantasy, doing only as designed. Tenna just wants people to watch him again, and doesn't try to genuinely kill you until he literally gets told that his audience won't watch anymore. Jevil's mind broke and he thinks himself free from reality. Spamton's mind broke and he's very consciously aware of his limitations and would literally steal the soul of the only person that's ever been kind to him to have agency again.
So... Deltarune's main characters up to this point all have a bit of desperation in them. It's congruent with the theme to believe Carol is the same way. It'd be accurate to assume that unless the Knight is also Carol, a mini-titan, or some secret thing we don't know, that they're just as desperate as well. The more evil and violent the actions, the more desperate. The more scared they are. Honestly, with control freaks, most of the time they're like that because Something Went Terribly Wrong And I Need To Be Able To Make Sure Nothing Goes Wrong Ever Again. It's an escapist fallacy that gives the person suffering some semblance of sanity at the expense of themself and others.
That, or my media comprehension is shit.
"[deltarune character] has gotta be evil" Hey. Hey. Have you payed any attention at all to the way toby writes characters. did you all forget when in like 2016 everyone was going crazy over chara being evil when theyre like. an actual child. and they literally tell you that their actions/dialogue in the no mercy route is a direct reflection of the way YOU act? Speaking of the no mercy route. all those times when characters would say things like "i think youre still capable of being a good person". like. i think its a disservice to these games to try to call any character outright evil. its always more complex than that.
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beastyeastfreak ¡ 16 hours ago
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Please Write Beast Headcanons about there reaction to reader getting hit on/flirted with by another cookie!!!! I will pay your child support to the anon you had a kid with!!!
THATS NOT MY KID IM NOT THE FATHER/MOTHER
Cw and tags: possessiveness, implied murder, romantic, GN! Reader, reader is referred to as pretty/beautiful/etc i use these words in a gender neutral way or am trying to, the beasts love to spoil you, mention of cheating, reader does not gaf about the beasts behaviour/encourages it
Written pre silent salt update
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Mystic flour
🌾 - You dont leave the ivory pagoda much, if you do she does not linger far. You’re given a reputation pretty quick, your title will proceed you soon. “Her second set of ears” or “one who cannot be spoken too”. You lose a few friends, you get the memo likely before anything romantic happens she doesn’t want anything happening to you or anyone speaking to you. You were her wish, her one desire, her exception. She would be apathetic but not for you, you were her blessing. Someone she had unknowingly yearned for for thousands of years. You were someone she wouldn’t tolerate leaving, witches know what would happen if someone took you from her.
🌾 - Some cookies don’t think very well, Mystic flour know that well, one day the two of you head to a kingdom together to pick some items up. It got boring in the pagoda with little to do, she understood that and often brought you out to find things that would interest you and keep you with her, not that you needed material possession to spend time with her. It was a quiet day there which was the only reason she would let you go, she hated crowds. Your attention had diverted to a different stand, the stand owner watched you as you looked at their wares.
🌾 - “Whats a pretty cookie like you doing in this part of town?” You tense up, not at the flirt but because you knew what she’d do if she heard. “Um.. you really shouldn’t be talking to me like that,” you warned, your stance stiffened and you leaned away from the items. But they persisted in spite of the warning, “what? Scared of me? I don’t bite, unless you..” they’re cut off as the beast joins you. As she enters, all the perishable items on the desk seem to wilt and die. Her presence is strong, it shifts the air. You fluster as she enters the conversation. Making who you belong to crystal clear with her hand placement. One hand on your hip the other on your shoulder, also showing off her sharp nails unintentionally, as she speaks in an almost eerie way.
🌾 - “I found what we are looking for,” she opens her eyes and side glances at the stand owner now in shock. “It was not here,” she says quietly anf you swear you see her sharp fangs poking out. She then turns back, taking your arm and walking away. This is tame for her, this experience is the tamest of the others you endure beforehand. Many cookies have been turned to flour on a dime for speaking to you wrong, you were the one who convinced her to show mercy.
🌾 - When you return she will say nothing of the experience but if you praise her for ‘saving’ you she wont deny you. She’ll definitely keep you closer next time you both go out in public.
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Burning Spice
🏜️ - Ive said this in previous headcannons, Burning spice sees any threat towards you as disrespectful towards him. You are apart of his temple, you were the gods lover, you were his. Anyone who so much as looks at you wrong, doesn’t greet you with the same reverence as him is ensured they understand or crumbled. Hell, he’d probably fight another beast or powerful being for you. Feel honoured, try to ignore the potential jamshed, make yourself a walking warning if you’re concerned with someones life.
🏜️ - Burning Spice is confident in his abilities and your loyalty to him. He allows you to go pretty far on your own or accompanied by one of his trusted spice soldiers. If you ever run away, trust that you will be hunted down, thats the second reason he’s so lax with you.
🏜️ - Warnings are as easily regarded as they are taken, you experienced this first hand one time. He decides to spoil you, he takes you on some lavish trip in a far away land. Adorning you in smooth fabrics, eating the sweetest fruits and jellys, napping on the beach in the sun. You head back towards the nearby building with the food at some point while he sunbathes. He’s too sleepy to tell you to ask a servant to fetch it for you.
🏜️ - You head in, another guest seems to be ensnared by you, or rather all the expensive metals, jewels and robes you were bestowed with. You probably looked like royalty, or (ironically enough) someone fresh out of Golden Cheese’s vault. So while you were picking out what you wanted and what you think he’d like at a somewhat leisurely pace the stranger approached. “Ah, what amazing handiwork on your garments, befitting of a beauty such as yourself,” that stranger purrs. You squint then look away, “um, thanks.” You try to seem as extremely disinterested as you were, maybe try to make some part of your attire bearing his symbol more visible.
🏜️ - Your attempts were in vain, even saying “Im from the Spice Kingdom, i live in The Great Destroyers temple in fact,” did not make them go away. They just thought you more interesting, you even warned them. “My husband is with me, he wont like you acting like this.” You say on the way back, to your dismay they follow. “Oh please, dont we all need to have a little away time? Besides you don’t need him, i am the…” followed by a long list of stupid titles you doubted actually impressed anyone. You then get back, where Burning spice was stretching, he locks eyes with you from afar, then the cookie trying to woo you and his face contorts to anger. Then the cookie looks a little nervous.
🏜️ - “Who is that..?” The cookie murmurs, nearly stammering. “My husband, The Great Destroyer?” You roll your eyes, “well go on, you said you could take him so go fight for my love.“ You say, Burning Spice is already walking over, weaponless yet still menacing, you look back at the cookie and they’re running. You catch Burning Spice, stopping him. “Don’t get jam and crumbs on your nice clothes.” You say and let him loose. He comes back later, laughing and all washed off. Whatever happened after that is chalked up to “some cookies just cant keep their eyes off whats mine!” He’ll say while pulling you impossibly close chugging the umpteenth glass of juice.
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Eternal Sugar
🌷 - She was your happiness and you were hers, never would you part with her and always would she be beside you… even if you didn’t realise it. You were made off limits the second her eyes had caught a glimpse of you. When you became hers, she flaunts you, spoils you, adores you and you do the same. Your time is no longer spent working or stressing, you’re mostly at her side or in her lap. You could say you haven’t left her side for weeks and that’d be an understatement. No one in the garden would ever question nor attempt to get in between you too, lest they face the possibility of being entrapped in a jar or a statue.
🌷 - The only catch is you’ll never leave, any time you ask to go with her somewhere or you hear about something interesting going on. She’ll gently guide you elsewhere, “oh, but sweetness, the population there is so unpredictable. You’re like a thin string of sugar floss~, how about we do this instead?” She’d say if you tried to go, she’s good at it too because how can you say no to those eyes?
🌷 - Well, one time you were adamant about leaving, except you wanted her to come with you. There was some festival and you had been raving about it all week. It made you happy, and you wanted her to be happy with you, so she silently left, both of you in disguise, but told no one. It was as great as what you were told and even better with her! Your excitement was infectious and distracted her from wanting to go back to the garden.
🌷 - You separate only for a moment and unfortunately it all goes off the rails. You’re standing waiting for Eternal Sugar to return with drinks listening to the nearby festivities when a cookie comes up to you. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” This cookie grins says referring to the small wings tucked against your back. Appalled, you cringe. “Um…” you barely speak before arms slither around your waist and you’re pulled close. “There you are, my beloved,” Eternal Sugar says. You doubt her eyes ever left you. She was keeping you close in a way you knew you wouldn’t be staying at the festival much longer.
🌷 - “I got our food and.. oh! Who’s your friend?” She says in a way that drips jealousy, leaning her head against yours. One of her massive wings coming behind you, the other cookie is now looking around, giving an excuse about their friends and leaving. She watches them go then kisses your cheek. “I told you this would happen, what if it was someone worse who wanted to take you?~” she’ll tilt your head towards her, “can we go back to the garden? I’m feeling tired..” she’ll lie.
🌷 - You’ll notice that she’ll somehow be more affectionate with you for the time afterwards, don’t expect to leave for a very long time after that encounter.
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Shadow Milk
🃏 - You were many things thanks to Shadow Milk, above every title he’s given you and every role he’s put you in, you were his lover. His lover. Though he would never show it, he kept you more protected than you know. You don’t see it but at all times there are puppet strings wound around you, if you’re about to step in a place you shouldn’t be those strings tighten and you walk away, except it feels more like “oh i don’t want to do this actually” and not “why did i just do that?” You don’t question it too thoroughly, you just encounter less issues now and thank the witches.
🃏 - You think you spend a healthy of time away from him, you don’t. In actuality you actually spent most of your time with him indirectly. He gives you many gifts, each one extends his omnipresence, so when you’re wearing something from him he is absolutely listening most of the time. If you ask him he’d tell you “Knowledge is a curse, wouldn’t you rather enjoy a white lie?” A little intimidated, you agree.
🃏 - His eaves dropping came in handy one time. He’d be lounging around mid air reading a book (and rewriting it) while listening to you in the background, a mug floating beside him. You were doing your own thing somewhere in the kingdoms, going through your daily rituals. What really made his ears open was when he heard someone he hadn’t recognised begin to speak to you all friendly. His eyes didn’t avert from the paper but if his ears could prick thats exactly what they’d be doing. “So, you doing anything this weekend? You’re cute,” He spit out his coffee, who did this guy think he was talking to you like that!
🃏 - He perked up, snapped his fingers so he wasn’t wearing his comfortable bed clothes and now in his usual jester attire. He jumped through a portal wasting no time. He watched from afar for a moment, you were clearly disinterested. “Im actually waiting for my partner,” you said. It always made his heart beat when you lied, especially about him! He might as well help you out! (And scare off whoever this was)
🃏 - He floated in, “Oh, my star~!” He sung out coming from around the corner, you whip around clearly happy to see him. He practically throws himself on you, and smothers you in exaggerated kisses, arms wrapped around your neck and one leg up behind him in a cartoonish way before harshly placing his lips against yours in a way that screamed territorial. Your face heats up from embarrassment, he then turns to the other cookie who didn’t seem to believe you but now, unfortunately, did. “Oh sorry, do you mind? I need a minute with my dearest, loveliest most adored actor” he says while holding your chin feigning innocence in his voice. But while you were hiding your face his shifted, he loved dropping the mask, putting on a face as scary as he was. The other got the memo, nervously escaping his wrath.
🃏 - You wont ever determine why he was truly near you, he’ll say that he wanted to see you but you know its a lie. Surprisingly, that cookie lives but at the expense of their reputation. Black sapphire is allowed to go ham with rumours about them, they end up moving towns. You, of course, have to endure lots of teasing from him. “If i knew you were so attractive to other cookies, i would have made you the main character!” He says while poking you.
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vevobly ¡ 2 days ago
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Yellowjackets Loving You While You Love Someone Else Headcanons! [Pre-crash] (1)
A/N: @nieveink you asked for this! \^o^/
Jackie Taylor:
Jackie doesn't know she's in love with you. Not really. All she knows is that when she sees you in your boyfriend's hoodie, something in her goes sour and quiet. She watches you from across the cafeteria almost always, smiling unconsciously to herself when she sees you laughing and grinning with your friends. And whenever you glance over to her, she quickly looks away and pretends to have been doing something other than staring at you.
One night at a party, you borrowed her jacket when you were cold. Jackie doesn't ask for it back. But she noticed how it smelled like your perfume later when you returned it to her. She doesn't let herself think about it too hard. She never even says anything about it. But when you're around? She always adjusts her hair and smiles a little differently. She tries to rationalize it as her just being a good friend. But at night, when she's on the phone with Jeff and thinking about prom?
It's your name that comes to her mind first instead of his. And it's because of that, Jackie becomes too keenly aware of how much she likes you way more than she should. How much she badly wants to be seen by you.
Shauna Shipman:
Shauna notices everything. The way you touch his arm when you laugh? The way he never notices the sad look that sometimes crosses your face? She thinks about telling you about it all once. But instead, she offers to help you with your homework and says nothing. In her journal, she writes things like she deserves someone who listens and he doesn't even know her favorite book. She knows it's pathetic and bitter for her. Especially because you're so kind to her.
And yet here she is, writing all sorts of complaints she has about your boyfriend in her journal. He's not even that bad, she tries to tell herself. But your boyfriend somehow managed to be much worse than Jeff because he says “cool beans” unironically, and it just makes her irrationally angry. She's tried to date other people, just to feel normal. But then she sees you at practice, running across the field, the sun catching your hair and it all comes back to her suddenly.
She pretends she doesn’t notice how much you look at your boyfriend. But she does. Every single time. Whenever you mention your boyfriend, her stomach turns and she fights back the urge to just scream. But instead, she fakes a smile and tells you how that's so cute. She imagines a different life sometimes. One where you picked her. One where you guys sat on the hood of her truck and held hands under the stars. She dreamt of kissing you and avoided your gaze for a week.
Taissa Turner:
Tai notices you during soccer practice. How you move with grace but laugh like a dork. And to her? It's painfully charming. She's not someone who usually lets feelings get in her way, but you slip past her defenses effortlessly. Tai tells herself it's just a little crush at first. Harmless. But then she finds herself offering to walk you to your class even when it's in the opposite direction of hers. She lets you sit next to her on the bus and shares her granola bar with you.
Whenever you smile at her, It's like the only thing you're looking at is her. Then suddenly, she's fourteen and clumsy again. Tai doesn't herself to want you. But her feelings can't be helped. She never admits it. She'd rather die than say it. But sometimes she wonders if you'd look at her the way you look at him if things were different. She thinks maybe you'd understand her if she tried. But then she sees your hand in his, and the thought of it dies in her throat.
Tai acts a little colder around your boyfriend. She doesn't know if it's because she's jealous of him or protective of you, but she does. You mentioned prom once, and she joked about going stag before imagining what it would be like to go with you. You asked to borrow her hoodie one day when it got cold and she gave it to you instantly with a smile. When you returned it to her a bit late? It still smelled like you weeks later, and she couldn't bring herself to wash it.
Van Palmer:
Van jokes around a lot, it's how she keeps things light. But she feels things hard. Especially when it comes to you. The day you lent her your extra jacket because she forgot hers? She felt something she didn’t know how to name. She wants to tell you about movies you’d like. She wants to make you laugh until you spit soda. But you're almost always talking about your boyfriend like he hung the moon, and she's not going to ruin that.
Every time your boyfriend treats you like you’re ordinary. Like you’re not the most interesting person in the room? Van resists the urge to roll her eyes and tell you how much she can be better. You sit next to her on the bus sometimes, and Van tries her best to play it cool every time. But when you fall asleep leaning on her shoulder once? She couldn't breathe. The flannel she wore that day? She wears it again just in case. As silly as it sounds, it could be a good luck charm for you.
Van once nearly confessed to you but chickened out last second, telling you that you and your boyfriend looked good together instead. She instantly hated herself for it. Every time she watches you smile at your boyfriend, she looks away to stop herself from wishing you loved her instead of him. She plays mixed CDS in her room with songs that remind her of you. And sometimes, she dreams about a version of her life where you were wearing her letterman jacket instead of his.
Natalie Scatorccio:
Nat’s never had the luxury of soft feelings, but you make her want them. She doesn’t even know when it happened. But maybe it was the first time you looked at her like she wasn’t a freak. Like she's just a girl. Just Nat. She hates your boyfriend immediately, because he's everything that she’s not. He's honest, he's kind, and perfect. And unlike her, he gets to hold your hand easily without any problems. Without any worries about anyone looking at you two weirdly.
One night at a party, you asked her if she’s okay. She was just sitting alone, drinking. You were touching her arm and smiling at her. She wanted to kiss you at that moment, but she couldn't and she hated herself for it. So she just shrugged and lied to you that she was. She sees how your boyfriend treats you—decent, maybe even sweet. And it eats at her because she'd treat you better than he does. Because he doesn’t see you like she does.
You compliment her music taste once and suddenly she plays the same cassette until it warps. You laugh with your whole chest, and Nat lights a cigarette just to look busy so she can stop herself from reaching for you. Whenever she watches you lean into your boyfriend’s shoulder in the hallway, she wants to disappear. She won’t act on it. She can’t. But she smokes an extra cigarette behind the bleachers and imagines a version of life where you look at her like that.
Lottie Matthews:
Lottie doesn’t chase people. She doesn’t need to. But with you, there’s this strange gravitational pull. She tells herself it’s just a passing thing. You’re pretty, sure. Kind. Charming. But when she sees you in the hallway, leaning into your boyfriend’s shoulder? Something in her stomach knots. She invites you to a party, just you. And you bring him. She smiles at you when you arrive anyways, offers you a drink, and pretends it’s fine when jt’s not.
When she dreams at night. It’s of you, running barefoot through a field, reaching back for her hand. Lottie is kind, thoughtful, occasionally awkward around you. But she's good. And while your boyfriend never did anything wrong to her or you, she still resents him. She tells herself it’s not jealousy, she just thinks he's not good enough for you and you deserve someone way better than him. Someone who will always be with you despite everything, unlike him.
She brings you a polaroid one day, a blurry shot from a team trip. You’re in the background, laughing, in it. “You looked happy,” She said it quietly. You complimented her nail polish once and she couldn't stop staring at her hands for the rest of the day. Lottie never speaks her feelings aloud for you. But she starts dressing nicer on days she knows she’ll see you. You tucked a flower behind her ear as a joke during class. And she's kept it pressed in a book for months.
Laura Lee:
Laura Lee tells herself it's just admiration—you’re confident, compassionate, someone she wants to emulate. That what she feels when you smile at her is innocent. But then you touch her arm during a group project and she forgets how to breathe. She prays for forgiveness, understanding, and guidance. Before praying for you and herself. But the feelings don't go away. She watches you brush your boyfriend’s arm in the hallway at school, and she tells herself not to look.
Because when she does, her heart aches. She can’t bring herself to resent your boyfriend, because he seems nice and he makes you really happy. But it breaks her heart every time she sees you two together. She writes you letters she will never send that she keeps sealed in a shoebox under her bed. Filled with so many sweet and flowery words about you. And you only. She's always talking to god about you like she’s not in love, but she is.
When your boyfriend picks you up after school? She's always fetching you and bringing you to him. And then she watches as you practically run to him without another care about anything in the world before turning away fast, her heart pounding. Laura Lee wants you to be happy. She truly does. That’s the thing she wants more than anything. But deep down? She wonders if she’d make you happier sometimes. She tries her best not to think about it, but she can't help it.
Misty Quigley:
You are one of the very few people who doesn't treat Misty invisible or weird. You're polite to her. You say hi to her in the hallways. You let her borrow your notes. You partner with her in chem when no one else will. She gets so little affection from anyone that even crumbs from you feel like feasts. One time you called her cute when she was wearing these brand new butterfly clips her dad bought for her. And Misty? She replayed that word in her head for days.
Since then, she memorizes every nice thing you’ve ever said to her. She volunteers to help with any project you're involved in—tutoring, book clubs, anything. Misty is convinced that if she just proves herself enough, you might choose her. Whenever you complain about your boyfriend to her? She listens extra hard, while secretly hoping the two of you to break up. “I wish you looked at me the way you look at him.” She whispers one night in her room, staring at a photo of you during a class trip.
When Misty noticed how your boyfriend waits for you by the locker? She tried mimicking how he stands, how he talks, just so she could understand you. Take mental notes and figure out what you like in people. Sometimes, she fantasizes about you. Nothing big! Just small things like sitting next to you at lunch, just you and her. She doesn’t want anything bad to happen. But if your boyfriend tripped and broke a leg or something... well. That’d be fine, right? You do have her still!
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pesky--dust ¡ 3 days ago
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Guys. I’m so weak. I couldn’t sleep thinking and crying because of teacups and Abigail (but also about Mischa and Clarice).
I know that everyone knows these things but let me get this all out of my head (hopefully).
Teacups are one of the most important recurring motifs of the show. Movies accustomed everyone to the fact that Hannibal Lecter is horrendous cannibalistic serial killer and that’s of course true, however I don’t remember anything about teacups/china from there, but it is in fact in the books. Hannibal is passionate about Stephen Hawking theory presupposing that if the universe starts to contract, then time should reverse.
The show’s famous quote was inverted from the book (“Occasionally, on purpose, Dr. Lecter drops a teacup to shatter on the floor. He is satisfied when it does not gather itself together”).
In the show he says he isn’t satisfied when the teacup does not gather itself together, because he does wish it would gather itself together, because he feels remorseful about Mischa’s death and if the universe would start to contract, then the smashed teacup should get itself back together again, and it would mean that he would go back in time to the moment where Mischa is still alive.
And he tries to deceive fate.
In the book he tries to do so by using Clarice but the effect he gains is not the one that was his original plan, if I can say so, however he is still happy with that anyway, as you can tell by “For many months now, he has not seen Mischa in his dreams”.
In the show he uses Abigail for that. He faked her death. Everyone thought that she was dead but it turned out that she was alive. He did it! He turned back time! The teacup did gather itself together! Right? Right???
However, feeling angry about Will, he decides, “Fate and circumstance have returned us to this moment. When the teacup shatters.”, and that moment for Abigail is the moment, when her father took her hostage and wanted to kill her. Of course, Will shot Garrett Jacob Hobbs then, but he was so shaken that he couldn’t put the pressure on her wound properly. If it wasn’t for Hannibal, she would die on that kitchen floor (and she also knew that!).
So Hannibal cut her neck in the exact same place as Hobbs. Because the teacup actually was midair the whole time, seconds before smashing, if it wasn’t for him.
Abigail was not his Mischa. She was Will’s Mischa. The child Will had to lose in order to truly understand him and his pain. Hannibal hoped to turn back time but you cannot do it with the teacup that is leaking from the very beginning?
Thank you. All these thoughts made me cry from midnight to two in the morning.
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dichromaticdyke ¡ 1 day ago
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only a god can kill a god: a toki wartooth case study
i started thinking about these lines:
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because…yes, i know that, logically, the word “rebirth” was probably chosen because it rhymes with the previous line, “men and women of the earth.” but the line was still put in the text. and death of the author means i don’t have to care about the irl reasons an author put any particular words in the text, it means i just need to care about the text, so what the fuck does nathan mean, rebirth?
let’s look at DSR, shall we? toki is absolutely tortured for weeks, if not months, on end. abigail is there too (*gripping your shoulders* do not fucking forget about abigail right now or ever when it comes to DSR), but it is always clear the main target of the pain and misery is on him. he is the one who looked the most sickly and weak the entire time. he almost seems to submit to this misery.
now let’s remember toki’s childhood. he was relentlessly abused by his parents, and one of his main forms of punishment was isolation and neglect—the punishment hole. hell, we’re not even told how long they’d keep him down there, it could have been days. anything up to whatever the maximum amount of time a child could go without food and water was possible. he was also punished with whippings and being fucking chained up. but toki surviving this regular form of abuse before escaping and eventually entering into a life of unfettered hedonism made it difficult for him to isolate between the two extremes. toki has only really known two things: poverty and destitution and suffering, vs. wealth and excess and joy. so of course this led to him being the obnoxious, selfish little shit we know today.
how does this connect to DSR and what i’m getting at? what i’m laying the groundwork for here is that toki can survive absolutely horrific shit. the trade-off to that, though, is that he also will bring death to those he touches with his love. the exception is dethklok, but their own god powers mitigate that.
so, wait, he’s loved other people, hasn’t he? what about charles, rockzo, or abigail? why haven’t they been killed by toki’s love?
charles: he does die. he dies at the end of season 2 and is brought back. don’t forget this either okay, charles is brought back.
rockzo: well, lots of things could have killed that clown. we know that, but more importantly, toki’s love for him seems pretty damn conditional. yes, he does often gravitate towards him against his own better judgment, and yes he is happy to see him in AOTD. however, i would first argue that his happiness in AOTD does come with the caveat that he had been regressed at the time—he might not have necessarily been seeing rockzo as himself, but more the platonic ideal of the clown protector/friend he’d always had. second, the last moment toki had with rockzo prior to getting kidnapped, rockzo is trying to warn toki about magnus. toki doesn’t take kindly to this warning, which makes sense given that toki had also had to deal with dethklok trying to keep him away from rockzo. toki has a history of the people who care about him trying to keep him away from bad influences, but toki interprets this more as jealousy or pettiness instead of genuine love and concern. so toki’s rocky relationship with rockzo seems to come less from love and more from enjoying his presence until he pisses him off. so i don’t know if toki has ever truly loved him.
abigail: she is the only one showing toki any care or concern during his entrapment. he of course grew to love her throughout this. but she doesn’t die, she isn’t even nearly as close to death as toki is. and this is the main crux of what i’m going to put forth.
my theory is that toki dies during DSR.
he is the closest to death, and as the angel of death, he is taking on more and more of abigail’s suffering as well as the primary torture as magnus’s target. abigail is still being tortured too, of course, but toki is subconsciously protecting her and keeping her alive. then we come to the reverse crucifixion of them. just like how MMA murders ishnifus, they’re strung up upside down on a cross. in many christian beliefs, st. peter was crucified upside down both because it was more painful and because he requested as such to show that the people crucifying him were behaving antithetically to what they should have been, according to their and his values. so, okay, we can see how ishnifus would have that parallel too. but why toki and abigail?
well, to make them suffer, for one. MMA and magnus are also working counter to the church’s beliefs, so again there’s that religious parallel. if you want to take into account the imagery that is similar to tarot, The Hanged Man represents self-sacrifice. ishnifus sacrifices himself intentionally. but toki and abigail don’t.
unless toki does.
what is it that is chanted throughout so much of the soundtrack? “one of us must die.” the black klok sings it, charles sings it, nathan alludes to the possibility of it. and i used to think it kind of a cop-out that it is just ishnifus who dies. even though it fit in with the prophetic angle of a religious figure needing to die, his self-sacrifice isn’t that impactful since he isn’t much of a character in the show except for, basically, the episode right before DSR. so what if toki dies?
i’m looking at The Doomstar Libretto, because it seems to be the pure plan for DSR and includes some details that couldn’t make it into the final cut; for example, the Libretto actually makes sure to include abigail being present during the climax and includes a shot of nathan carrying her out, whereas in the final project she somehow completely vanishes from the room once MMA arrives. so the Libretto is much more aware of abigail’s presence in DSR. knowing that, i wanna look at this passage:
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toki is nearly dead. abigail, not so much. this is absolutely the definitive proof that he is much worse for wear than she is, even while being crucified. so what i want to posit is that, sometime after the band releases them, toki does die. he dies after succumbing to his torture, after taking on much of abigail’s pain, and, perhaps, he dies as a way to prevent his band and abigail from dying due to his own curse. they are able to hold him up, but he dies without anyone realizing. and then...
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emphasizing that toki too is affected by the dethlights is strange to me. it doesn’t seem to need to be something to emphasize, right? you could just as easily say, “all five members of dethklok,” or something similar. why are they specifying toki too?
the dethlights brought toki back to life; he is reborn through them.
i know this all sounds so insane, we’re really given no reason to actually think that this is the chain of events that happens. but toki is taking on an immense amount of suffering, he manages to not kill his only other friend in captivity despite his angel of death abilities, there is a constant threat that one of dethklok would die during this, and toki experiences a grand rebirth, according to nathan.
you’re still not buying it. fine. we’ll consider toki in AOTD, then. we’ll consider how he is obviously very traumatized by his experience in the first couple scenes, but otherwise we don’t see much from him. on the most, he’s much more reserved than he usually is in the show. he’s usually much more dynamic, happy, excitable; possibly angry and cruel, but he’s usually doing much more than he is in AOTD. for the most part in AOTD, he’s still recognizable as toki, but something still feels off. and yeah, that could very easily be the trauma.
but remember how he also age regresses in AOTD? i’ll definitely agree that there’s evidence that he regresses during the original series. traumatic events in the original series (watching juliette die, almost being murdered by MMA, watching his father die) all almost immediately leads to noticeable shifts in toki’s character: from palling around with rockzo, to being less sarcastic and hateful, to nearly killing a guy at a concert, respectively. so he’s had trauma responses before, and he’s definitely always had interest in more childish things, but the regression in AOTD feels quite different.
if he is reborn, maybe he is mentally, too. i’m not denying that he could age regress as a natural trauma response, i’m instead positing that his brain is literally reborn after the dethlights resuscitates him, and during AOTD we watch his brain try to age back to the age it was before he dies. note also how pickles says that, “we think he’s regressing.” so that’s just a guess on the band’s part, it wasn’t something toki said, it wasn’t something a professional said. it’s a guess. it’s strange. and the regression happens at the funeral, but never anywhere else in any other stressful scenarios during the movie. no, instead we still just see this toki who’s himself but just different. because maybe he hasn’t fully caught up to the age he was prior to his death. maybe because he’s not quite the same person he was before his death. by the end of the movie he might be what he was before, or at least close, hard to say.
but you know what i really think helps me prove this? when else do we see the band using the dethlights? at the end of AOTD. after nathan, who had been unconscious for quite a long time after falling into the reactor, wakes up. he wakes up immediately with the power of the dethlights. unless he isn’t unconscious. unless he is dead, unless the dethlights brought him back to life, too. this has happened twice now! however, he isn’t reborn the way toki is; we can see that with the fact that nathan doesn’t regress. how do i account for that? well, same reason nathan doesn’t forget what happens in DSR the way the rest of his band does. as band lyricist, as the voice of the prophecy, he’s allowed much more mental strength regarding the band’s mystic and divine abilities. the rest of the band needs to undergo amnesia or other incredible mental strain to deal with it, but nathan doesn’t need to. toki, however, very much does.
tl;dr: toki dies in DSR after receiving the most abuse and after taking on abigail’s abuse as well to help keep her alive, possibly even turning his own angel of death curse in on himself to protect his loved ones. the dethlights bring him back to life in a reborn state, but, in doing so, he is reborn mentally, his mind reverting to a much younger age but rapidly ageing back up during AOTD until he reaches his true age and (most of) his true self again.
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hellfirebarnes ¡ 3 days ago
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Slow-Burns Part 12
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I split this up in several, shorter parts because I know the feeling when you want to read a fic but don't have the time or energy to get through a 10k+ words one. Also if you hate my writing you can just read part 1 and then leave it. Win-win I guess?
Anyway, this is set after Thunderbolts so if you haven't seen it - spoilers I guess? It absolutely does not follow canon, but yeah better to be safe than sorry.
Summary: Bucky has fallen. Hopelessly. And the only thing more hopeless is his team trying to help him get to the end of this slow-burn.
Bucky x fem!SHIELD!reader
2k Words or around there, I added more to a part and didn't have to energy to change this, we'll live
Fluff, ''normal'' violence and descriptions of injuries. For sure out of character stuff, but I am who I am. Your appearence is barely desribed what I can remember, I think your hair and a couple types what clothes you're wearing?
You're referred to as ''Agent'' and ''Sunshine'' in a desperate attempt from me to not use Y/N.
Let me know if there's anything else I should warn about.
Otherwise, enjoy :)
Bucky was pacing. Not just pacing. Broodingly stalking back and forth by the jet, jaw clenched so tight it could crack steel. The mission hadn’t even started, and he was already spiraling.
Two months. Two. Whole. Months.
Without you. Without even being in the same time zone as you. Without hearing you laugh at John’s dumb jokes, or stealing glances of you curled up with Bob on the couch like the human embodiment of serotonin. Without maybe-accidental-maybe-on-purpose touches in the hallway. Without your camera flash lighting up the living room. Without-
“Relax, Snowflake,” Alexei boomed, slinging a massive duffel over one shoulder. “It is just eight weeks. You won’t die. Maybe.”
“I’m not-” Bucky muttered.
“You’re sweating through your shirt.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re in love and spiraling, my friend. It is very sexy, very dramatic, but not subtle.”
Ava raised an eyebrow. “Honestly? You do look like someone just stole your favorite knife.”
Bucky shoved his hands in his pockets. “It’s just the timing. I was gonna- I thought maybe-”
“Yes, yes,” Alexei said, grinning like a man who’d just won the lottery. “You thought maybe you’d finally say something to her before the world separated you. Very movie moment. Except now? You’ll mope like broken dog in the snow for two months. Classic.”
“I wasn’t going to say anything.”
“You should.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because if she doesn’t feel the same-”
“Then you will know. And die. But at least honorably. Like warrior.”
Bucky groaned. He glanced toward the hangar entrance, heart stuttering - because there you were. Wearing a hoodie three sizes too big (probably John’s), holding two travel mugs, one clearly for him. You always did that. Always thought of him. And now he couldn’t breathe.
You reached them with a sleepy smile. “Did you think I’d let you leave without caffeine?”
He managed a quiet, “Thanks.”
“Bring me back something fun,” you said. “A knife. Or a grenade. Or, you know, souvenirs.”
Alexei elbowed Bucky hard. “Now’s your moment.”
“Shut up,” Bucky hissed.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he said to you, too quickly.
“You okay?”
And then it just blurted out. Like his body betrayed him.
“I’m in love with you.”
Silence. Your face froze. Mug halfway to your mouth. Eyes wide. Alexei’s jaw dropped. Ava audibly choked on air.
And Bucky? Bucky panicked. Turned on his heel. Power-walked up the jet ramp like the thing was on fire. Didn’t look back. Didn’t breathe.
“Bucky?” you called behind him, stunned.
But he was already disappearing inside.
“YOU SAID IT!” Alexei bellowed as he entered the jet, nearly snapping a seatbelt in half in his excitement.
“Shut up,” Bucky muttered, forehead buried in his hand.
“I mean, you ran away immediately, like scared deer, yes - but! You said it! My matchmaking magic worked!”
Ava flopped down in the seat across from him. “So. What now?”
“I die,” Bucky said flatly. “I die slowly, horribly, wondering for two months if I just ruined the best thing in my life.”
A pause.
Alexei: “Excellent.”
Meanwhile, you stood frozen at the bottom of the ramp, still holding the mug he hadn’t touched.
John strolled up beside you, yawning. “Did he finally crack?”
“…Yeah.”
“What’d he say?”
“I think he said he’s in love with me.”
John blinked. “Wow. Okay. That’s-wow. So. What are you gonna do about it?”
You didn’t answer. But a small smile tugged at your lips. And the mug still felt warm in your hands.
Bucky stared at the glow of the tablet screen in the dim tent light, blinking back fatigue. Coordinates. Intel briefs. Tactical layouts. All of it meant to keep him focused on the mission. Instead, all he could think about was you.
The way your hair had fallen across your face during that mission. The stolen polaroid. That half-second before the door blew open. And, most impossibly, that confession - forced out in panic as he boarded the jet.
I’m in love with you.
Why did he say it? Why couldn’t he have waited? Why was he so damn stupid?
Alexei caught his glazed expression from across the table. “Nyet, Bucky. You do not look like man prepared for covert ops. You look like man stuck in love story that is slowly killing him.”
Bucky grunted. “I’m fine.”
Alexei snorted. “You are not. Every time your comm buzzes, you jump like trapped cat.”
Bucky rubbed his temples.
Ava, sitting nearby, raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been checking your phone every five minutes.”
“Not-”
“Yes. You have.”
Bucky gave in. “Look,” he muttered, voice low, “I don’t know if she even wants me to have said it.”
“You said it,” Ava reminded. “That’s something.”
He sighed. “I don’t know if she knows what to do with that.”
Bucky stared out at the fading sunset, heart heavier with every passing day. Two months. Two months of silence, panic, hope, fear. Two months of waiting to see if he’d wrecked everything with five words. He wasn’t sure what scared him more: the confession or the wait.
The jet’s wheels hit the runway, the familiar rumble filling Bucky’s chest like a long-lost heartbeat. Two months away. Two months too long.
Alexei was already bouncing in his seat beside him, grinning like a kid on Christmas. “You survived! You look alive-ish! And maybe- just maybe- you will finally get to tell her again.”
Bucky’s jaw clenched. “Don’t remind me,” he muttered, eyes scanning the hangar.
And then, there you were. Standing just outside the tower doors, arms crossed, looking… tired. And impossibly beautiful. You caught his eye, and for a moment, the entire world shrunk.
As Bucky stepped off the jet, you were already rushing toward him, a tentative smile breaking across your face. “You’re back,” you said simply.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
The rest of the team swarmed immediately - John and Yelena arguing over who’d won the latest arm wrestling match, Bob practically vibrating with excitement, and Alexei already plotting “welcome back” parties in his head.
Bucky felt his heart hammering for reasons beyond the mission.
The team gathered together, laughing, joking. And Bucky was stuck in the middle, watching you.
You were your usual radiant self, teasing John like a sibling, dodging Bob’s near-adorations, and sharing sly smiles with Yelena and Ava.
He wanted to talk to you, to say everything he’d bottled up. But John and Bob seemed to conspire nonstop for your attention, and Bucky’s words caught in his throat.
Later you found Bucky alone on the balcony, staring at the city lights.
“You look like you’ve been through hell,” you said softly.
He finally let himself exhale. “I have. But I’m here now.”
You smiled, a quiet warmth in your eyes. “And I missed you.”
Bucky’s heart skipped.
“Me too.”
Bucky stood by the window in the common room, heart pounding like a war drum. You were nearby, laughing at something John had just teased you about.
Now or never, he told himself. He took a deep breath and moved toward you. “Hey,” he said, voice low but steady.
You turned, eyes bright and warm. “Hey.”
You stood there, words hovering between you, charged and unspoken.
Bucky tried again. “I-”
Suddenly, a booming voice cut through the moment.
“Bucky! Sunshine! You must come with me!” Alexei appeared like a tornado, arms waving wildly, dragging a giant, garish box decorated with hearts and glitter. “It is time! Time for Thunderbolts’ Greatest Romantic Evening!” he declared with grand flair.
You blinked, stepping back, amused.
Bucky groaned inwardly. “Alexei, what are you doing?”
Alexei grinned, unbothered. “Helping you! You want to win her heart, yes? Then we do this!”
He thrust the box at you. Inside, a chaotic jumble of candles, ridiculous love-themed decorations, and an embarrassingly large stuffed bear.
“Alexei, no,” Bucky started, but it was too late.
John chuckled nearby. “This is going to be a disaster.”
Bob hovered, eyes shining with a mix of adoration and confusion.
You laughed, shaking your head. “Well, this will definitely be a night to remember.”
Bucky sighed, realizing Alexei’s brand of matchmaking was impossible to resist, and maybe not all bad.
Alexei declared the common room off-limits to everyone but the “romantic committee.” That committee was basically everyone - who all had varying degrees of enthusiasm and terror about what they were about to unleash.
Bucky watched, utterly mortified, as glitter, rose petals, and fairy lights were strewn across every surface with wild abandon. Alexei was the ringmaster of chaos, barking orders and brandishing a tacky “Love Is In The Air” banner.
“Sunshine will be impressed. No woman can resist such glorious effort!” Alexei beamed.
You walked in, eyebrows raised, trying to hide a smile. “Are we sure this isn’t a prank?”
John nudged you. “Alexei’s idea of ‘romantic’ usually ends with a small explosion or an emotional meltdown.”
Bob was perched nearby, holding a giant heart-shaped balloon and grinning like he’d won a jackpot. Every few seconds he glanced at you, who was trying not to laugh at his puppy-like devotion.
Yelena and Ava exchanged amused looks, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
Bucky stood by the door, cheeks burning.
Alexei clapped his hands. “Now, Bucky! You must say something! Tell her your feelings. Show her you are worthy!”
Bucky swallowed hard. “I’m pretty sure she knows how I feel.”
Alexei narrowed his eyes. “No! She needs drama, my friend! Romance! Passion!”
Before Bucky could protest, Alexei handed him a ridiculously oversized bouquet of flowers - one so big it almost knocked him over.
Bucky smiled awkwardly. “I just wanted to say… I missed you.”
Before he could add more, John tossed a glitter bomb that exploded overhead, showering everyone in sparkles.
“Perfect!” Alexei laughed. “Romance!”
Eventually, the party was finally winding down. The wild glitter bombs had settled into a faint shimmer on every surface, and most of the team had retreated to their rooms or the common areas.
Bucky stood in front of his bedroom mirror, frantically brushing at his clothes and hair, trying to get every last speck of glitter off. The sparkle stuck stubbornly to his sleeve, and his jaw tightened in frustration.
A soft knock interrupted him.
“Bucky?” Your voice was gentle.
He turned to see you leaning in the doorway, eyes curious and warm.
“I thought you might still be awake.”
He gave a small, sheepish smile, wiping a patch of glitter from his cheek. “Yeah… just trying to get this crap off.”
You stepped inside quietly, closing the door, your gaze flickering to the wall across from his bed.
Rows of Polaroids, carefully pinned up. And every single one was you. Or the two of you - laughing, fighting side-by-side, sharing stolen moments, stolen smiles.
Bucky’s breath hitched.
You moved closer, he stood beside you.
“Did you… really take all these?” you asked softly.
He nodded, voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah. I guess I’ve been… collecting moments.”
You reached out, your fingers tracing one photo where you were both grinning after a messy mission.
Bucky’s heart pounded like a war drum in his chest, each beat louder than the last. It wasn't just nerves - it was everything. Weeks of stolen glances. Months of silent aching. Every second spent pretending he didn't want you this badly.
You looked up at him, eyes wide and glimmering, searching his face like you were trying to memorize it. Like maybe you were scared this moment might vanish if you blinked.
He opened his mouth, breath catching on the egde of a word that didn't even exist yet. But he never got the chance to speak.
Because you moved first.
You surged forward, hands fisting the front of his shirt like you were done waiting, like you needed him now or never. Your lips crashed into his, fierce and desperate, sparking a fire that had been smoldering for far too long.
His world narrowed to the press of your mouth against his, the sweet heat of it, the shocking force of want finally unchained.
Bucky groaned against your lips, a sound that rumbled from deep in his chest, primal and raw. His hands gripped your waist, fingers digging in like he needed proof you were real, like he was scared you'd disappear if he didn't hold on tight enough.
The kiss deepened in a rush of breath and movement. Your bodies fit together like you'd been made to meet like this - like your bones had been aching to collide. His lips moved against yours, hungry, reverent, starved. You moaned softly into his mouth, and it lit him up like a spark to dry tinder.
You moved closer, arms snaking around his neck, pulling him flush against you. Your fingers wove through his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan again. Darker this time - needier.
Your teeth caught his lower lip, and he gasped into your mouth, his breath stuttering. You took the opening and licked into him with slow, claiming strokes of your tongue, tasting him, teasing him.
He parted for you without hesitation. Like surrender was inevitable.
And it was.
Every touch, every breath, every shift of your bodies screamed the same truth: this had been building too long to be anything but inevitable.
Bucky tightened his grip, hands sliding up your back and pressing you to him like he needed to feel every inch of you- Like he'd waited lifetimes for this exact moment.
And maybe, in his own way, he had.
But then he pulled back slightly, breath ragged. And he looked at you like you were something holy.
“I can’t,” he said, voice shaking. “If you don’t feel the same…” His eyes darkened, vulnerable. His hand came up to cradle your face, metal fingers surprisingly gentle against your cheek. “It would break me. Completely.” He swallowed hard, a fragile hope blooming.
Then, the sharp buzz of the alarm pierced the air.
Bucky pulled away reluctantly. Looking between your eyes for a moment, then taking a step back.
“Duty calls,” he muttered, fingers fumbling to grab his gear.
The team was already assembled when you and Bucky arrived, adrenaline replacing any lingering quiet.
Val stood at the front, her voice steady but urgent. “We’ve got a hostage situation in a remote facility - high risk, high reward. Extraction and intel recovery are priorities.”
John cracked his knuckles, smirking. “Looks like we’re back in business.”
Bob’s face lit up, eager as ever.
Alexei grinned wider than anyone should be allowed.
Yelena and Ava exchanged quick glances, readying their gear.
Bucky’s eyes locked with yours across the room. No words needed, just a shared determination.
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beef-brisket ¡ 2 days ago
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Lucifer: You haven't told me much about your son.
Adam scoffed: Which one?
Lucifer: Abel. First victim of murder, huh? That's uh- impressive. Well, it's not impressive - just... sad. It's a horrible thing that happened. He didn't deserve it.
Adam: You don't even know him. How could you be sure he didn't?
The king sighed and fiddled with his pancakes: Children are innocent. They don't deserve hardships-.
The first man smiled: Well, you made sure of that, didn't you?
Lucifer: Adam. Please-.
Adam spoke before shoving a bit of pancake in his mouth: I'm just saying! I didn't sound hostile or anything, just... making conversation~.
Lucifer glared: You're being an ass. No matter what happened in the past between us, Abel didn't deserve that. Neither did the rest of your children.
Adam: Yeah. And your kid didn't deserve it either.
Lucifer: ...The fuck are you talking about?
Adam: She doesn't deserve comfort, safety, security- a fucking bed. When you and Lilith fucked everyone over. It was both of your faults and you went on to fucking live it up. You've never faced any hardships. Even though everyone else is a fucking victim of your bullshit... but that's how it goes, victims suffer while the one who deserve to hurt do the opposite.
Lucifer glared: You don't know what your talking about.
Adam: Oh. Don't I? You sure you want to go there, bud? Do you want me to bring up all of those meetings you made fucking Hell? Like seeing you and her wasn't bad enough. You two had to act like assholes. And you both loved how miserable I looked... didn't give a fuck about my kids then, did you? So don't pretend to give a fuck now.
The king jumped up when Adam stood and started collecting his things: So- that's it? You're just going to say that bullshit and then run away?! You dont know anything anout my life in Hell! Or Lilith's life- or Charlie's life! The only vendetta you have against Lilith and I is because we fell in love-!
Adam: I don't give a fuck about that! You fucking left me! Alone! For two fucking years! And you never came to check on me- or see me- or anything! You acted like I didn't fucking matter! Like all that time we spent together meant nothing to you! We'll, news flash cunt face, it meant the fucking world to me! Do you know how quick I would have left Eden if you just- EXPLAINED shit to me?! Gave me an hour of your fucking time?! What hurt, Lucifer, was the fact that you didn't come back for me, but you came back for her! A bitch you didn't even know! You didn't come when my rib was being torn out! Or when I cried for you! Or when I stopped eating! You didn't come when the angels forced foor down my fucking mouth...! No, you came back for her. Not me. And just when I was starting to trust her, to open up... you two come and ruin that to.
The king stood there, his eyes wide, his heart racing. He's had plenty of arguments with Adam... but this one felt different. Different to the point where Lucifer didn't know how to respond.
Lucifer: I- how many times- can I apologise-?
Adam: Thousands! Millions! Too bad your apology isn't worth shit! Do you really think you can throw an "I'm sorry," whenever the fuck you want and expect me to get on my knees and fucking blow you?! Thank you?! Praise you?! Maybe in Eden I worshipped the ground you walked on... but not now.
Lucifer: I-... I don't...
Adam: You said Abel didn't deserve to die... does that cross over to me?
Lucifer: W-What-?
Adam: Abel wasn't the first victim of murder. And my other son wasn't the first murderer. Eve gutted me fifteen years after we were banished... I preyed to you. Which almost made me fall to Hell. And look. You didn't even care. I'm going to work, y'know, for angels that don't know my name, better than sitting her with an ex angel who didn't care enough about me to go out of his way to check on me in two years. Later, shorty. Don't wait up.
The king watched Adam walk out the door.
Hell's Missing the Devil
@beef-brisket
Lucifer wasn't sure if he had heard Sera correctly but the serious tone and look on her face told him that yes she was in fact serious.
Lucifer: I'm sorry.... What?
Sera sighed, she sounded annoyed: We will put an end to the Exterminations and in exchange you will be up in Heaven as a prisoner.
That..... Didn't sound ideal.
But neither were the Exterminations.
He didn't understand, wasn't the whole point of him falling so that he would never see Heaven again? Didn't that defeat the purpose?
Unless...... There was more to it.
Sera: Think about it. Come back here tomorrow when you've made your choice. Make the right choice for once.
He scowled when she left. What a bitch.
Lucifer did think about it and that's when it dawned on him.
With Lilith gone and now Lucifer, Charlie would have to step up and rule Hell. Which meant that she wouldn't have time to run her hotel.
It was underhanded and sneaky..... It was so Heaven.
But by doing this....... He would be saving his daughter too. He didn't trust them not to go after her one day.
Charlie: Dad you can't.
Lucifer: Sweetie, I..... I know this isn't ideal but it's for a greater good.
Charlie teared up: What am I supposed to do without you!?
It was different when he was just holed up in the manor, at least she knew he was safe at home.
But in Heaven? Lucifer was considered a traitor. Who knows what they would do to him.
Lucifer hugged his baby girl tight: Y-you'll be okay...... I love you.
Charlie: ...... I love you too.
She didn't want to let him go. There had to be a way to bring him home.
The next day, Lucifer went to the embassy where Sera was waiting.
Sera: So?
Lucifer sighed, this felt like a mistake but he didn't know what else to do to keep Charlie and their people safe.
Lucifer: Alright.......
Sera: Good.
She snapped her fingers and a pair of silver bracelets appeared on his wrists and Lucifer suddenly felt very drained. They must be blocking his powers.
With another snap, handcuffs with a chain appeared as well, Lucifer walked with his head down through the portal with Sera.
He would have laughed when he heard Peter freaking out. But any amusement left him when Sera said who he would be staying with.
Sera: You'll be under Adam's watch.
It felt ironic in a way.
Lucifer felt like he had been handed a death sentence as Sera handed his chain over to the first man.
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varteeny1234 ¡ 13 hours ago
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sbk infection au GO
(mild body horror described non graphically)
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au lore/infodump under cut
so this is all inspired by this thing that @rubycowashere said about an sbk infection au with chorus fruit, based off the mlp infection au trope! so this au spawned:
-the premise for this is "the chorus fruit was already a parasite kinda, and leon/the end kingdom brought it to the overworld from the end dimension"
-once someone's infected (by coming into contact with the chorus fruit, via any means) they start to turn into weird enderman-like creatures! at least, they look similar
-the chorus plants also drain the land into end stone as they spread
-Can You See Where This Is HeadedTM
-the end dimension wasn't always like that, and more specifically, the endermen weren't always like that! <-au lore
-after the irss event, since ruby and acorn spent time in the end kingdom building (or living there temporarily in ruby's case) they also were some of the first to be infected and also spread it further across the server to the other islands (it wasn't really noticed at first in the end kingdom since it already looked like that, leon was just Having A Bad Time) (the stuff didn't spread from spruce or cherry very well since it was only the people that got got)
-so the chorus plants travel throughout the kingdoms, hitting mangrove and bamboo first! sorry m1g.
-once people realize what's going on, they start to react accordingly. nether, acacia, and doak literally break all their bridges and isolate themselves in the hopes of stopping it from spreading to them!
-here's the fun part: the explanation of why birch is immune/marm is kinda immune
-does anyone remember how lil birchy was canonically fed chorus fruit? i do! anyways, lil birchy has now exposed birch (and also marm a little bit, since it's just In Her Bedroom) to chorus in very mild doses. basically spending a lot of time around it is like getting a vaccine. the chorus plants also do not spread over where lil birchy's grown
-marm was only weakly immune, so she still got infected, but she was able to (mostly) fight it off. she has no idea if she's contagious or not, so she's holed herself up in her tower to try and study the chorus plants, since her entire island except for that's become a barren wasteland, and she knows she'll be fine if she touches the weird purple plants
-avid and doovid. waugh. their story is very sad
-basically, doovid got infected, and so they decided to put up a thin wall in the treehouse to protect avid while also being able to talk to each other. avid starts taking notes, trying to find a way to stop the infection, for doovid's sake. it does not work, and he ends up breaking the wall, because he knows it's too late to save doovid and he doesn't want him to be alone before completely losing his sanity (infected people don't die, they just kinda lose their minds). this is how avid gets infected, but he doesn't regret it
-trog, tube, & viking are all kinda doing the same/similar things, isolated but watching the infection spread around them from a distance and trying to find ways to combat it! however, viking's notes are. a little bit less neat & tidy. (also there's 2 blue + yellow sticky notes, and 1 of every other color, which was a fun detail :3) kitt is also resistant to chorus bc of the irss but literally nobody knows skldfjsdkfj
-since ruby was infected early on, cherry became unsafe, and vintage had to flee. she went to birch kingdom since it was Right There, which was very lucky on her part (birch's bridges are still intact, but you can only go out so far on them before the chorus starts appearing). she mostly spends her time staring out at the ruins of cherry kingdom wondering if there was anything she could've done to save ruby. she's also gained very mild immunity bc she's been living at birch this whole time
-for birch kingdom themselves, they're fully immune. like, "could go and eat chorus fruit and be perfectly fine" immune -milkman spends his time wishing he could've saved everyone, and also trying to convince fool to let him go look for people. fool spends his time thanking atium that milkman's safe with him and neither of them are in any immediate danger. this is why there's a little bit of conflict! :D it's fiiiine
-the other kingdoms are less fleshed out but here's what i have:
-elffe is working on his castle more. he's trying to forget about everything happening around him. artemis is in her cocoon again
-kale is in space so he doesnt know what's going on (tea and fix are also on the spaceship bc i couldnt figure out what else to do with them
-acorn is infected, but since anathra's a hologram, he's immune. however, due to the memory problems and lack of support (acorn being. not in the right state of mind to help him. and other than that being completely alone) he's also not doing too great, and eventually he shuts down and is unable to do anything (like, glitched out x2)
-for end kingdom themselves: they're both infected. they're vibing
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nanamineedstherapy ¡ 2 days ago
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Idk why I did this but... enjoy & bonus - I teach you how to do a basic analysis/decode meanings faster by my thought process.
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🎤 CAST COMMENTARY - "Colors" by Halsey
(ft. Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna. Mentioned Megumi Fushiguro)
filed under: you shouldn’t let men have opinions, but here we are.
GOJO (too loud in the group chat):
ok first of all i just wanna say i’d kill to be described as a lilac sky like that is peak gender
second of all. this song? this song is what it feels like when ur the manic pixie dream boy and the girl wakes up one morning realizing she’s cold and alone and all u ever gave her was serotonin-colored smoke and withdrawal.
the boy in this song? he’s ME. but also I would never treat her like that. but also if i did. she’d still love me. bc charisma.
TOJI:
nah this is about a broke addict who thinks feeling sorry for himself makes him mysterious.
girl thought she could paint over rot.
ended up stained.
GOJO:
wait wait WAIT no bc toji you ARE him. “you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece”? that’s literally what ur fangirls say when u kill people with a smile.
and let’s not ignore the 28 years old thing bc you didn’t even make it there and that’s foreshadowing
TOJI:
i wasn’t addicted to pills i was addicted to violence that’s different
also 28 is a fake number. real men die at 27 or disappear into domestic irrelevance.
SUKUNA (voice like wine and ash):
This composition is not a love song. It is an elegy.
The boy is already a corpse, embalmed in melancholy. She touches him and becomes a pallbearer of his suffering—
and calls it god.
You were red and you liked me ‘cause I was blue…
Such mortal poetry. She did not desire him.
She desired to be desired by him.
To be transformed into something more beautiful than herself.
But purple, alas, was not to his taste.
A union too honest.
Too alive.
He preferred decay.
GOJO:
sukuna what the HELL that was so unnecessarily deep who taught u Tumblr syntax??
also real talk this is literally megumi’s worst fear LMAO. emotional intimacy?? colors??? nah bro’s gonna “everything is grey” himself into an early grave
SUKUNA:
The brat lives in grayscale because it requires no courage. Color demands vulnerability.
TOJI:
he gets it from me.
i just don’t monologue about it.
GOJO:
ANYWAY the part that KILLED me was “i know i’ve only felt religion when i’ve lied with you.” like. that’s such a me line. spiritual awakening but make it horny and sad?
SUKUNA:
She does not know god. She only knows grief. She has confused the two.
TOJI:
she’s not confused
she’s codependent
GOJO:
guys be honest do u think she ever gets over him??
like do u think she dates again or does she just trauma spiral for five years and make niche embroidery accounts where she cross-stitches his initials in different shades of blue
TOJI:
she dates again but only emotionally unavailable men
so yeah basically she never gets over him
SUKUNA:
She dreams of resurrection.
But builds her altar in the ruins.
GOJO:
ur literally a war crime in human form and still said that prettier than a YA novelist on a deadline
TOJI:
don’t feed his ego
he already thinks metaphors count as moral superiority
GOJO:
ok but last point. this whole song is a warning.
you think you’re the main character but turns out you’re the background shade that ruins the painting
and the person who loved you?
they tried to turn trauma into art.
but it bled through the canvas.
SUKUNA:
All mortals bleed eventually.
But some—
do so beautifully.
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Now the real analysis I did before that scene -
I know nothing about Halsey nor is this my favorite song or anything, this is just an objective from my perspective, so don't see this as a hate post 📯
Colors is a track soaked in psychological nuance, poetic fragmentation, and a painfully intimate portrait of loving someone who’s drowning—and pulling you under with them. It's not just about heartbreak. It's about the subtle erosion of self when you love someone who's deeply, fundamentally unwell.
Core Themes:
Depression & addiction (coded in “blue”)
Romantic idealization & disillusionment
The slow bleed of codependent identity loss
Unreciprocated emotional labor
Love as transformation—and rejection
Key Lines & Their Psychological Weight:
“Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so / You said your mother only smiled on her TV show”
You're introduced to a man emotionally neglected, disconnected from his family, and probably emotionally unavailable because of it.
The “mother” smiling only on TV implies a performative affection in the household—suggesting deep emotional repression. A man raised without warmth, who doesn’t know how to give it, only mimic it.
“You’re only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope / I hope you make it to the day you’re 28 years old”
This is addiction. The speaker is observing the self-medication, the chaos, the looming sense of early death.
“28” is specific—past the infamous 27 Club. There’s an unspoken grief that’s pre-grieving, the helplessness of watching someone spiral and being too in love to walk away.
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“You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece”
Classic trauma bonding. Loving the broken parts. Romanticizing them.
This is textbook for those with anxious-preoccupied attachment—thinking your love will “save” them, because you see the art in their damage. Even if they never see it themselves.
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“Everything is blue / His pills, his hands, his jeans”
Color psychology:
Blue = sadness, numbness, overdose, death. But also: longing.
His entire existence is tinted with this depressive fog. Even things he touches or wears are soaked in it. It’s not just his mood—it’s his aura.
“I’m covered in the colors, pulled apart at the seams” = the speaker is absorbing his pain. She’s becoming blue by osmosis. A bleed-through of trauma.
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“Everything is grey / His hair, his smoke, his dreams”
Blue was his body. Grey is his spirit.
He’s not just sad now—he’s empty. He doesn’t dream. He doesn’t feel. He’s devoid of color. Depression has moved from emotional to existential.
“I know I’ve only felt religion when I’ve lied with you”
This is where the speaker reveals her wound: he was her transcendence.
Not God. Him.
Love isn’t holy here—it’s carnal, dishonest, and desperately needed. It’s not salvation. It’s a substitute for it. A cult of him.
“You said you’ll never be forgiven 'til your boys are too”
His sense of worth is tied to collective guilt—maybe for something they’ve done, maybe just for surviving.
Survivor’s guilt? Addiction group? Brotherhood and trauma?
Either way: he refuses healing unless the whole damn house gets to rise. And he never believes that’s possible.
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“You were red and you liked me ‘cause I was blue / But you touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky / And you decided purple just wasn’t for you”
This is the kill shot.
She changed herself to merge with him.
Red (him) + Blue (her) = Purple (the compromise, the union). (bro this is a coincidence but please hallucinate that Gojo made me do it lmaoo)
But then he rejects it. Not because it’s bad—but because it’s not what he thought he wanted.
This is the fate of so many empathic people who try to heal others—they shift, mold, blend… only to be discarded the moment they stop being a fantasy.
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Psychological Readout:
The male subject is emotionally unavailable, likely depressed, possibly an addict, and emotionally stuck in childhood wounds. He can’t commit, can’t feel, and doesn’t know how to receive love.
The narrator is an emotional caretaker—a textbook codependent with a savior complex, deeply sensitive, probably with a history of neglect herself. She sees beauty in broken people and thinks it’s her role to mend them by becoming what they need.
Their dynamic is toxic, but tragically familiar. The more he disappears into his fog, the more she paints herself in his colors—until she disappears too.
Conclusion:
"Colors" is not a breakup song. It’s a funeral for identity, a memorial to martyrdom in the name of love.
It’s what happens when you fall in love with a ghost, try to hold it—and vanish alongside it.
The song is a psychological portrait of codependent erosion: the high of being “needed,” the slow horror of losing yourself, and the final abandonment once you’re no longer palatable.
She loved him in full-spectrum.
He only ever saw blue.
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Now what do you think? 😏
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a-cipher ¡ 3 months ago
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a man stands at the literal door of death and says "I want to live" and he's hated for it.
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brionysea ¡ 6 months ago
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if stranger things 5 comes out and they're like 'omg! the upside down has been a product of someone's dark and twisted mind this whole time! it's... WILL!' I'll immediately lose interest
#manifestation theory#I really hope not#like I don't. hate will. he's fine. but he's so easily likable that it doesn't feel rewarding to like him?#mike wheeler's been a menace this whole time so I had to put in work to figure him out#and they literally said 'getting to mike is the key' which would make sense if by understanding mike you understand everything#in the show where no one knows what's going on and also no one knows what mike wheeler is thinking ever. unrelated ofc#he isn't important look away. don't look at him#like why would they! make him the bad guy! if they're not going to MAKE HIM THE BAD GUY!!!!!#I'd say it makes too much sense not to do it but I'm always saying that and then these stupid shows do stupid things anyway#because. listen. if one of them is the heart and one of them has to die for the upside down to be permanently defeated#and that person is will#there's no conflict there. everyone loves will. because he's designed to be likable and for you to want him alive#but MIKE? mike's flawed. he's frustrating. he's a bad friend and a worse boyfriend. he's very obnoxiously a teenage boy#if it's mike the audience would need to be reminded that this is a Child‚ and no matter how much you personally dislike them#wanting children to die because you think they're useless and annoying and etc. IS NOT NORMAL#THAT'S NOT NORMAL! ESPECIALLY WHEN MIKE ALREADY THINKS THAT ABOUT HIMSELF!#mike being the heart gives the 'maybe we should just kill him' side of the trolley problem weight#think about it. really think about it. if they decide that mike has to die to keep everyone safe‚ what's going to happen?#the adults won't agree. hopper won't do it. he talked about killing mike before but he won't ACTUALLY let any of these kids die#maybe mike jumps off a cliff again but he needed the pressure of dustin's immediate safety and a countdown to make himself do it last time#what I think is more likely? nancy. she has guns in her bedroom (there's a 6 year old in the house I know where I keep my guns; her SISTER)#she hates the upside down for taking barb and making her feel like this; she wants to finish what they started - she wants to kill it.#if mike has to die‚ then nancy has to kill her own brother. because he can't do it himself and his big sister can do anything#does that sound right to you? this being the first time they agree and connect and are on the same page? is any of this right?
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arolesbianism ¡ 10 months ago
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Time for more eternal gales isat au, this time featuring Sier as Isabeau, creating a sprite I can never use next to Aris’ because despite my best efforts it would make them look tall
#keese draws#eternal gales#oc#oc art#isat#in stars and time#this one didn’t take nearly as long as the aris one but I think I suffered for it more from the clothes alone#siffrin made me forget I suck at drawing clothes rip#this was also harder because of how much trickier it was to try and adapt siers design to feel fitting enough for my standards#they have a very stylized design compared to most of the others#I kind of took the lazy route out by keeping most of their original shapes in tact but it’s fine#sier in this au would serve the needed role of emotionally intelligent bestie who is also too scared to cross boundaries to do much#but despite this I do think they’d actually get the suspicion quest in this au#mostly because mase is a furry artist not a nerd and sier would be more likely to look at aris and go bro. are you in a fucking timeloop.#it also differs in that aris doesn’t yell at sier abt it instead looping before they can finish because she can’t handle hearing them be#right on the money about this thing that she thought she was handling perfectly#she doesn’t want to fail them she doesn’t want them to realize she’s failed them she doesn’t want to be a burden she doesn’t want them to#‘realize’ they’re better off without her#aris is Incredibly resistant to accepting help on most serious issues because shes convinced that it’s her responsibility to deal with it#by herself and that if she can’t then she’s a failure and worse than useless#I mean in canon eternal gales she literally loses her eye and arm because of that#in this au she just lost them how sif lost his eye but she still has. complexes abt all that.#but yeah sier also differs wildly from isa in many Many other ways as does the rest of the cast from their assigned characters#for sier they rly aren’t the jock of the group at all instead being more of the guy who keeps the mood lighthearted at all times lest they#die of stress because the others haven’t said anything in a whole 30 seconds#aka they’re the self assigned peacekeeper who doesn’t actually need to constantly keep the peace because no one’s fighting but they still#feel like they need to so they dance and dance and dance for their friends until they collapse from exhaustion#metaphorically ofc#this is why they’re both terrified to confront aris when she starts acting a bit fucked up but also why they still do sometimes anyways#they talk abt this a lil bit in their friend quest as they talk abt how they want to change but are scared to
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taserbats ¡ 4 months ago
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she is a POET she is a DYKE she is HILARIOUS but most importantly she is a HATER. i need her biblically.
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hauntingblue ¡ 9 months ago
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Jaya time
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I love these moments of nearly cosmic horror when they encounter inexplicable things (at first) they are so intriguing
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Is strawhat here?! *Megan thee stallion saying AAH 😜*
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This cover just goes hard... Get it chopper
#usopp and luffy wanting to go to skypiea and nami only gets it going when luffy says she won't do it cause she can't... now it's personal#robin getting nami an eternal pose..... yeah exactly#luffy eating takoyaki immediately after he finds an octopus... sanjis speed is no joke#THE FUCKING GUY SHOOTING THE SEAGULL IS THE ONE IN BLACKBEARDS CREW!!!! DAMN#dying swiftly or not is result of your actions??? i guess man whatever#FUCKING BURGESS TOO!!! and the fucking transing your gender virus maker.... here luffy doesnt explode!!!#teach and luffy having complete opposite opinions on everything.... having bad vibes immediately.... incredible its like luffy knew#luffy doesnt fight bellamy bc he isnt worth the fight sinply bc they have different ideals... yeah.. also emerald city when#the pirates that do it for the money and the pirates that do it for their dreams... which is weird bc luffys foil (?) is blackbeard#also a d also a pirate with dreams (the same one even?) but they go about it in two different ways still.... compelling#why dies luffy think about shanks and ace when he hears teach outside the bar i an going insane... why does luffy just stare at him#WHAT ARE YOU THINKING LUFFY!! DOES HE SEE HIM AND SEE COMPETITION??? THATS WHY SHANKS AND ACE TELLING HIM TO BE A GOOD PIRATE??#how do they know about the them. why do they not tell anyone. to this day they havent said A WORD#noland was also from 400 years ago.... we got joyboy noland and toki#also are the next cover stories about ace.... please......... i need to see him#el señor de la noche moment (luffy fighting bellamy) draws near... i am so excited#i love ace being a hobo and just jumping on whatever boat he can find to eat and sleep and nobody refuses bc he's with whitebeard ajdjajkqw#ALSO I MISSED YOU KING!!!! COME BACK TO MEEEE#gorusei kuma and doffy first appearance omg... hello everyone#'if we let redhair act more than its sufficient it could be problematic' does this mean they can control him? shanks sus evidence n.1#'redhair is not one to change the world on his own' is he waiting for luffy??? is that it?? is shanks rogers successor to aid joyboy???#he told something to shanks before dying about laughtale and left that work for him so thats why he went after the one piece right after#joyboy manifested in luffy. thats why he refused so outright to buggy when he proposed to sail together to find it... maybe shanks not evil#lafitte was a cop and is the one to propose blackbeard as shichibukai? for some reason even if he hasnt done anything yet ✍️#whitebeard appearance... loving this in between arc issues even if they are not in between arcs... in between islands arc i guess#see??? why does benn beckman care about what the gov thinks... why would they give af and why would they even think about it#fucking blackbeard was after luffy..... but he 'settled' for ace i am going to be sick#blackbeard should have died when the knock up stream destroyed his ship what happened there....#also i didnt notice cricket smoking so much and trembling akdhsksjk he is hoping he didnt send luffy to die#reading one piece
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thistlerock ¡ 4 months ago
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The Bad Kids Are Funny because they're all fairly violent and get really aggro really quickly (hey that's what you get for making a highly competent adventuring party a bunch of teenagers who don't go to therapy) but then Riz is somehow just two steps above everyone else and they barely acknowledge it. Fury of the Ball is the most wonderful thing.
The "face" of their party around school would probably be like Fig or Fabian, maybe Gorgug. Wow they're so strong aha. Hey who do you think is the most brutal, probably the half-orc barbarian who seems to mostly repress his rage until it's time to throw down right? Right?? No it's the little guy in the corner. Yeah, the one who just hid in the shadows and now you can't see him anymore. Yeah, he shot a pixie's fingers off one by one to get information, yeah, he ate a live dragon, yeah, he offered to tear someone's eye out for his best friend, yeah, he said the words "make sure his head is cut off so he can't be revivified" about another student. Yeah, he's a fucking goblin and so unapologetic about it at this point.
I always imagine his "fury" (which is a goblin trait which implies Sklonda has it too btw, never forget) being like oughhh pupils blown so wide, hair standing up, hissing claws out, kill maim stab. Just for a few seconds. You can elect to use it after hitting, I imagine him sinking his sword into a big meaty enemy and going "hm wow this guy's pretty tough. I need him dead though. Needs to die." and he twists the blade puts his whole weight in it and just drags it down no matter what's in the way. It HAS to be so gross and brutal every time and his friends are just like oh there he goes, the Ball cleaning up again.
Especially fun with the Kipperlilly thing. Oh two rogues fighting without sneak attack, that's gotta be a slow careful battle where they chip away at each other. Oh she does like seven damage rushing past him, oh he's gonna do the same wait never mind he uses his fury he stabbed her SO badly. No rogue finesse no show about it just the intent to kill. Kid with traumatic past does in fact end up fucked and it isn't actually fun or quirky or interesting, who would have thought. Shoutout to hold person over the lava that goes disgustingly hard and is also so gruesome, imagine being paralysed and watching yourself fall into a pit that will burn you alive.
The thing with classic rogues is that you're "dead before you know you're being attacked" and it's "quick and easy and possibly painless" but if Riz kills you it's gonna hurt. You're gonna know and it's gonna hurt but hey high chance you don't get to do anything about it still. Phenomenal character.
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