#and then does she die before getting to do anything with that??

[a-casxandra]

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.

★｡+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.

★｡+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.”

★｡+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.

★｡+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.

★｡+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.”

[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?]

[beastyeastfreak]

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

[see-arcane]

Oof, that's tricky.

The trouble is the different flavor of vampirism we're treated to in Sinners, which I think needs a look first.

Remmick is the Head Vampire, but only because he's enforcing himself as a Head Vampire. He's got everyone turned, no matter who does the turning, under his direct influence in the big bloody grinning hive mind. The only exceptions we see to that influence come from Mary and Stack. In both cases, it seems that Remmick's direct control gets interrupted or spoiled by a suitable outer emotional factor.

Mary snaps out of her thrall mode when she sees Annie staked, recognizing that she's now fully dead and not part of the undead party. There's no getting Annie back--and that horror spurs Mary out of Remmick's command. By the film's end, we see her escaping into the dark at Stack's urging. Stack being similarly nettled out of the hive mind control enough to send her away.

Stack's full thrall mode is broken in the fight with Smoke, when the latter pins him and hesitates to stake him. They are brothers in that moment, not combatants. The one who protects--who always protected--apologizing for not keeping the other safe.

"Don't be sorry. You always did."

And that is Stack snapping the leash. Meaning Smoke is able to send him away after Mary; freed. That spares two loved ones. Which makes for a sour question of what might have been possible for the poor Chows. If Bo had been given the right stimulation, could he have broken free of Remmick? No knowing.

But circling back to the Harkers. What would have played out here? Mina in Annie's place, Jonathan in Smoke's.

Necessarily, a Jonathan who had presumably not gone through the Castle Dracula experience but had been given the up close view of how the undead appear to be smiling drones warped into Remmick's puppets with their souls as mere flavor added to the servitude. Especially after witnessing Bo Chow show zero regard for Remmick's cunnlingus line to Grace and openly threatening their own daughter. Bo just stood there, placid as anything.

That is not him, we're left to think. These people are not themselves at all, but costumes for Remmick's will.

No question. Jonathan would have kept that promise. And then, perhaps, felt a stake twisting in his own heart at seeing Mary (Lucy in this scenario?) reacting in horror to Mina's ending, breaking free in that shock.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Was there a chance for her after all? For all of them? Oh, God...

But either way, Mina would still be dead. With or without a belated bitter wondering at how she might still have been saved, Jonathan would have found some way to die in the end. Not Remmick's.

And now consider the flip side! Smoke as Jonathan Harker, Annie as Mina Murray.

The bitter abridged version involves Smoke dying immediately in Castle Dracula when he fails to play along to the Count's Bluebeard bullshit. If the Count was too chickenshit to turn Renfield, he's not turning the fucking brick wall that is Smoke and his impeccable aim. He'd want to kill the man dead, chuck his bits to the wolves.

But! Let's assume he makes it through the Castle Dracula BS in one piece, either stonewalling Dracula's psychological warfare nonsense or just flat out escaping. We get to the threshold of the Dracula Attackula of Mina Annie on October 3rd, mwa ha ha, cackle cackle, -> Annie clocks that she's on limited time, so if she goes full vampire, end her, swear to her and pinkie promise.

What would happen in order:

SMOKE AS A PSYCHOPOMP CRYPTID GIVE IT GIVE IT TO ME

Smoke also clocking that, hey, there is a waiting period involved with this kind of vampirism...and he has zero compunctions about killing anyone who looks at Annie the wrong way before she's actually factually cold and dead. Jack and Van Helsing do not survive long enough to make it to Transylvania. No, he hasn't seen them. Ignore the used shovel behind his back.

"If we have to split up, take this with you."

"This is a Tommy gun. How do you have a Tommy gun in the 1890s?"

"Don't worry about it."

But as to the serious Holiest Love bit? Fuck.

The vampirism is still poisoned with the influence of a colonizing Head Vampire, and supposing he was aware of the actual lethal body count Dracula and the Brides have chalked up as opposed to mere conversions like Remmick's, those vampires are more physically dangerous. If Annie told him she didn't want to become one of their number, I don't see Smoke reacting all that differently to how he did at the sticking point in Sinners. Annie was in immediate danger of turning into something Smoke had no reason to believe would really be her anymore. He acted fast. Dracula's conversions are slow, even when you aren't dead of exsanguination. You're forced to sit and wait and think.

What if? What if there's an alternative? What if there's a chance? What if we defeat the Head Vampire AND his curse in time and all is well? ...What if these others jump the gun? What if they try to put my beloved down because her teeth are too sharp or her hands are too cold? What if?

Smoke acted fast to stake Annie because he had already been made to promise

(Jonathan never promised),

he had no time to ponder

(Jonathan had resolved already that if Mina became a monster, he would too--the issue to him is not What if Mina becomes a monster? It's 'I Will Be Whatever Mina Is. Living, Dead, or Otherwise. Everyone else can do whatever.')

and no reason to think there was anything to make vampirism less horrible, right up until the shock of Mary and Stack slipping their mental collars over Annie's death. What if...

(Jonathan, thinking, thinking, thinking. These vampires have free will. I saw the Sisters disobey Dracula. I know Lucy tossed her poor young meal away at the sight of Arthur, love overruling appetite. If we kill Dracula too late and Mina is turned? Well. She will not be alone. Let them hunt two monsters. She will not be slain for another's sin. I refuse.)

It's all terribly tasty to think of.

And as an aside, I like my even more super abridged version:

Smoke as Jonathan Harker, lizard fashioning into the tomb, and just hacking Dracula apart with the shovel spade. No jumpscare, no waiting. Just whackwhackwhackwhack until he puffs apart into dust. The End.

There is so much to love about Sinners, but one of my favorite parts was the running theme of flipping the table on static storytelling tropes. And my favorite out of that pile?

Christianity is not the Magical Universal Good That Keeps the Monsters at Bay, and Hoodoo—or, nodding to cinema history, [INSERT ANY NON-CHRISTIAN FAITH HERE]—is not the Weird and Wicked Supernatural Scary Evil, Only Here for Curses and Pearl-Clutching Taboos.

In Sinners, Christianity isn’t held up as an evil in itself, but it is held up as itself, specifically as it actually came to be when it was introduced (forced) onto those people who never asked for it, didn’t want it, and had gods and cultures of their own which were largely crushed underfoot by colonialism and doctrines that generations were forced to choke down to the point that modern descendants now follow and spout a religion their ancestors had to have slaughtered or beaten into them. Remmick, an Irish vampire revealed as being old enough to have been a young man in an era before Ireland had been overtaken by Christianity, at the cusp of having it forced on them while their land and rights were stolen, can recite the Lord’s Prayer verbatim. Those words not only do nothing against his vampiric nature, but he admits the words give him comfort, even as he still hates the men who forced those words upon him and his father.

That scene coupled with Sammie’s interaction with his own father in the church was so beautifully and insidiously vindicating. Because Remmick and Sammie’s father are both leading congregations. They both have these groups of people following along, reciting what they want those groups to recite—even as they both come from groups that this religion was forcibly grafted into, they stand in places of power and command, and therefore it has become good! They both want Sammie to use his musical gift for their purposes, not his own wishes. They both disregard his fear and pain as they lay hands on him before staring crowds who wait to see him bow to their will.

Vampirism is the greater existential terror, especially as it is under Remmick’s rule. A potentially eternal undeath that traps the spirit and has one single controlling mind puppeteering their body and will. But Christianity as it’s framed in the reality of Sammie’s life is shown explicitly not to be the savior of the story, having so many of the same bones as the nightmare he barely escaped with his life.

Give up your gift and your desires and your free will to the Church, son, it’s the only way! Be a lesson for my followers and then we can acknowledge your torn face and the blood on your clothes and the absence of your cousins! Drop the guitar and give yourself to worship and leave behind all the evil sin that is joy not taken from sitting and reciting the Bible! Drop the guitar, son!

Then we turn to the Hoodoo and to Sammie’s musical conjuring. Annie’s magic and expertise is the only reason anyone survived the night as long as they did, and the only reason anybody was lucky enough to die as a human being. Her mojo bag saved Smoke’s neck from Stack twice, whereas everyone who went outside and got jumped by Remmick—or, in Grace’s case, rushed out in a literal blaze of glory to stake her turned husband—who might have worn a cross or been some manner of churchgoer, all got taken out by the vampires. Sammie’s power is not part of a Christian magic, but as the film points out, it is sacred. Those strings and his song pulled reveling spirits from the past and the future to dance with the present. That passion, that talent, that joy, that humanity, was so magnetic that it cast a spell...

…and it did so in what his father and many aghast others would deem a den of sin.

Sinful because of dance. Because of games at a table. Because of sex had for the sake of pleasuring each other—notably, each time with a miserably married woman, both getting to experience lovers who actually wanted them to enjoy themselves (sorry about that climax, Stack), rather than rote marital rutting for its own joyless sake. Because of nocturnal jubilation, separating oneself from the labors of life and the constriction of ‘polite and upstanding’ society.

Raucous joy is sin.

Faiths other and older than Christianity are sin.

Refusing to let yourself be absorbed into a coercive collective, no matter how well it sings or friendly its smile, is sin.       

Sin, sin, sin. The movie sins in this way, and so many glorious others, if only because these things which are not evil are painted with the label of ‘sin.’ Things that ‘are not done’ in a civilization choked by white supremacy and an increasingly puritanical Christian lens that leans deeper and deeper into disdain for empathy while championing strict control and obedience to patriarchy, bastardizing itself even as its original messages of love and goodwill are stretched so far and thin as to be nonexistent.

It’s sad to know how timely this story is. Here we are in the 21st century, strangled by conservative overreach on so many monstrous levels. But the story of Sinners does exist and it is being played like a loud and joyous song. A thousand thanks to Ryan Coogler for doing this all so artfully and so powerfully. I honestly can’t recall the last time I’ve seen such a thing on screen, if I’ve seen it at all. Here’s to more of it.

[todomochi-uwu]

no longer him. (3/?) P. D. A. & R. Z.

Pairing(s): Portgas D. Ace x reader; Roronoa Zoro x reader Genre: Smut, Angst Warnings: This content is for a mature audience Synopsis: "It was Ace. It was always Ace." Author's notes: Two updates in a week? Wow, couldn't be me. I'm trying. Also, thank you @sister-lucifer for the gorgeous dividers. Masterlist  If you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee ☕

How does one move on from the love of their life? To throw away years and years of love seemed, and felt, almost illegal. How did you ever exist without him? Did you ever? How were you supposed to close the door on you two? Right when you had just opened it.  

Everything was blurry since that night. You don’t remember how you made it back home; you barely remember the conversation you had with Zoro. Sanji called a cab. Nami and Usopp running around trying to find Luffy so you can leave. Zoro stands next to you outside, an arm wrapped around your shoulder, his jacket covering you. 

Back at the boys’ apartment, Zoro and Nami refused to leave your side, comforting you as best as they could, but you wouldn’t talk, completely spaced out. You couldn’t focus on what they said or who was at the door. It had been almost twenty-four hours since the incident, but you were still there. 

You felt Nami getting up and later heard people screaming, and a bang on the door. 

“Nami, please, I need to see her!” A familiar voice begged behind the door. 

“Fuck off!” 

“I’m not leaving until I see her!” 

“Then you can die out there for all I care.” 

“Y/n, please hear me out!” 

Zoro kissed your forehead before leaving. Your head couldn’t register what was going on between the lack of sleep, meals, and the heartache, you could barely remember your name. 

He opened the door once again and closed it behind him. A very rough-looking Ace in front of him, bags under his eyes, lips pale and bloody, hair greasy. “You need to leave.” 

“Zoro, please, please, I’m begging you.” 

“Leave.” 

“No, you don’t understand.” 

“I think I do. Leave,” 

They stared at each other. 

“I know you are in love with her.” 

“Not like I’ve been trying to hide it.” 

“I’m not giving up on her.” 

“I don’t care what you do, Ace.” 

With that, he closed the door. 

Nami held you in her arms as you hopelessly sobbed in her chest. Her heart breaks with every tear you spill. She didn't know what to say, so she hugged you tighter. Sanji put a glass of water on the bedside table, frustrated with the idea of being unable to do more. Usopp and Luffy sat on the floor, looking at the floor, not knowing what to do but offering their silent support. Then, there was Zoro, who was leaning against the wall next to the bed. He was fuming; the grip on his arms tightened with every sob you let out. 

“Shh, I know, baby, I know.” 

“I thought,” sob, “I thought he wanted me.” 

“So did I, bub, so did I.” 

"He said he loved me." You cried even harder, the memory knotting your stomach, making you hurt deep and loud. 

“I'm sorry.” She whispered against your hair. 

Sanji sat on the bed, stroking your head softly. "My love, you have to eat something. You haven't had a real meal in three days." 

You shook your head, “I feel like dying.” 

The heart in his eyes broke even more, “I know, sweetheart, but I'm not going to let you starve yourself.” He got up, already thinking about your comfort foods. “Zoro, come give me a hand.” 

The marimo followed him without saying anything else. 

Sanji grabbed a tall pot and a pan, planning on making your favourite type of ramen for everyone. He began taking things out of the fridge, “You are angry.” 

Zoro scoffed, "Aren't you too?" 

"Oh, believe me, two seconds ago, I was thinking about how to hide a body." He grabbed an onion and started chopping it expertly, "but you've been angry for a while, haven't you? Since that night." 

He stayed silent. 

“Are you ever going to tell her?” 

“None of your damn business.” 

"I'm not saying you should do it right now. Of course not. That would be fucked up." He turned the stove on to fry garlic, ginger, and chopped onion, "But eventually you should. Don't make the same mistakes he did." 

"What's up with him?" Izou said looking at Ace, who was banging his head against the table. 

"He fucked up everything with the girl he likes and doesn't know what to do to fix it." Marco put his hand in between the wood and his friend's forehead so he would stop hurting himself. 

“Do I know her?” Izou took a sip of his drink. 

“Yeah, she's one of Luffy's friends.” 

“Ah, the redhead? Thought she was a lesbian?” 

“No, the other girl.” 

“Oh,” his eyes widened in surprise, “Oh! The one with the guard dog?” 

Ace gave him an equally confused look, “She doesn't have a dog.” 

He giggled, "No, no, it's an inside joke we have at the café. See, every time she comes there's always a guy with her. He doesn't speak to anyone, but her, or your brother's friends; he gives you a nasty look if you look or talk to her for too long; he's always trailing behind her. He looks like a very feral, lost puppy." He took another sip before continuing, "I thought he was her boyfriend. I didn't know you two had a thing." 

Marco looked at Ace, whose face had turned sour. "Any idea of who he might be?" 

“Is his hair green?” 

“Yup.” 

“Fuck.” He banged his head even harder, “that's Zoro.” 

“And we are worried about Zoro?” 

“That's her best friend, but he's always been in love with her. It's obvious to everyone, but her.” 

“And? You think he'll try something.” 

“Yeah.” His throat went dry and the knot in his stomach grew even bigger. The idea of losing you after just being able to be with you made him want to rip his insides out. 

"Why don't you try to talk to your brother? He might be able to help." 

“I mean, I can talk to her, but do you think it’s a good idea?” Luffy's mouth was stuffed with a combination of meatballs, spaghetti, sauce and garlic bread. Taking him to an Italian place might not been the best idea... or any food place whatsoever, but Ace wanted the best chance he could get.  

“I know I fucked up, but I just want to make everything right, and...” 

Luffy gulped everything down and cut off his older brother, “And how would you do that?” 

“I, um..., I...” Yeah, he hadn’t thought about that. 

"You don’t know how. So, you’ll just end up apologizing, rambling and hurting her even more. I can’t stop you from trying but think about it. Can you give her what she wants? Does she even want you anymore? Do you know that for sure? Cause I don’t." Luffy said pointing at him with a piece of meat in his fork before shoving it in his mouth. 

Ace had never seen her brother this serious, Luffy was always laughing, messing around and causing trouble for himself and the people around him, but this time he had barely seen him even blink. 

... 

“How's she doing?” 

"Nami got her to go out yesterday, Sanji is taking care of her meals and vitamins, Usopp is helping with her homework, and Zoro has been keeping her company twenty-four-seven." 

Ace went silent for a second, he knew it was selfish and stupid, but his heart couldn't but clench when he heard about Zoro, “good.” 

“They are not fucking if that's what you are worried about.” 

“Luffy…” 

“Zoro is not that kind of guy, even if he's in love with her he wouldn't try anything when she's this vulnerable.” 

“I don't deserve her.” 

“Yes, you do, Ace… well, you did. You have to stop letting your insecurities get the best of you.” He gulped down another spoonful of food, “You end up acting like a fucking idiot.” A small drop of sauce landed on his brother's face. 

Ace waited like he'd been asked, almost two months since the last time you talked. He wanted to give you space, he really did, but every time he opened his phone, he was desperate to see a notification from you. On Instagram, he would check for any updates, any mention, photo, tag, absolutely anything. Nami and Sanji were quick to block him the second they found out about what he had done; Luffy hadn't, thankfully, (for obvious reasons), but the only things he posted were food pics and memes that only he understood; Usopp posted about technology and memes (that only Luffy understands); Zoro never posted anything.  

He manifested with all his heart a message, a call, a fuck you, anything. His thumb hovered over your number, but he didn't dare, the “My Princess” contact remained untouched. 

Memories came back to haunt him, the good and the bad, and for a second, he relished the moments when he had you. The feeling of your body against him, you in his arms, looking at him in a way he had only dreamt of, letting him in not only into your body but your heart. He remembered the way you'd trace shapes in his chest while cuddling, the way you'd cover his face in sweet, small kisses and the nonsense you used to talk about. 

It's the fact that he could be himself with you, not having to hide anything, you knew him since day one and had fallen in love with all of his flaws. Everything was simple next to you, it made sense. 

He was standing behind you, surrounding you with his arms while you cooked, "I should be the one cooking for you." He placed a small kiss on the back of your neck. 

"No offence, boo, but if it were up to you, we'd be living off instant rice, frozen vegetables and pork chops with soy sauce." 

“Are you saying you don't like my signature dish?” 

“Not my favourite thing about you.” You said while stirring the pot. 

He turned you around, pushing you away from the stove and into him, “What's your favourite thing about me?” 

“Mm let's see. I love how silly you are.” 

“Mm, I'm not sure how good that is.” 

“I like it. I love how brave and selfless you are.” You kiss his jaw, “How good of a big brother you are.” 

He just smiled. 

“I love your smile, your laugh.” You continue kissing him, “I love your kisses, the way you make everything seem easy. The way you take care of me I love.” You pushed your face against his chest, “I love your man boobs.” 

He cackled, "They are not man boobs!" 

“Yes, they are. And I love them.” You placed a kiss on each. “I love the fire you always carry inside of you.” You gave him a peck. 

Ace took your chin between his fingers, prolonging the kiss. 

“I love the way you fu…” He cut you off, his ears bright red. 

“Okay, that's enough from you, missy.” He said carrying you back to the bedroom. 

You laughed, punching his back, “Ace! The food!” 

“I have something else in mind I'd rather eat.” 

“You are such a cheater!” You shoved him playfully. 

“I am not; you just suck at Mario Kart.” He said in between laughs. 

You threw the controller at the couch, in defeat, “Whatever, I'm not the sociopath who plays as furry Mario.” 

“I just clicked random, you aren't any better, who the fuck likes Toad?” 

“Excuse me?!” 

But his thoughts went back to that night, how he freaked out; how he said things he didn't mean before running away. 

"We are having fun. Why do we have to ruin it with labels?"  

“I love you, isn't that enough?” 

“I'm just not ready for that kind of commitment.” 

He felt like throwing up with every word that went out of his mouth. It wasn't the alcohol in his veins or the dizziness of the night. It was him, him and his anxiety, him and his cowardness. He wanted to beat himself to death, but Marco wouldn't let him. "Man up and deal with the consequences of your actions," he said, "and take a shower for god's sake." 

Zoro put a cup of warm matcha in front of you, a black iced coffee in front of him. You took it but didn't drink, just tracing the border with your finger. "You remember that summer we went to Sanji's beach house?" 

He simply hummed. 

“You remember how Luffy and Usopp had a fight and were throwing each other rocks?” 

“And how they broke Zeff's kitchen window and made them work to pay for it? Of course.” 

You giggled quietly, only to yourself, then bit your lip in thought. "Sometimes I miss those days." You took a sip of the warm drink, "everything seemed… easier." 

He didn’t say anything, just kept staring at you. 

“Do you miss it?” 

“Sometimes, but I don't tend to dwell on things like that.” 

“Of course,” you smiled at him. “You know, Zo? Matcha reminds me of you.” 

“Matcha tastes like shit.” 

"No, it doesn't!", you defended your drink, "it's earthy, a bit bitter, but in a nice way. It's nice hot, it's nice cold. You can sweeten it or make it creamier, but it stays true to itself. It wakes me up, comforts me. It's green like you," he huffed and laughed, shaking his head while looking away, not knowing where you were going with the analogy, "I might change my order sometimes, try chai or mocha, but in the end, I always come back to matcha." 

Zoro might be oblivious to some things, never understanding social queues or norms, but right now, he understood the heartbeats that echoed in his ears, the dryness in his mouth, and how taken aback he was. He was at a loss for words. Did you mean…? 

You looked each other in the eyes, blush covering your faces, but neither of you dared say anything. Zoro’s mouth kept opening and closing, but nothing came out of it. His, for once, hesitant hands slowly reached out for yours… 

The table shook, making your phone and both of you jump, pulling you out of the moment. You grabbed it, checking who dared commit such an act. The colour in your face vanished, your hands trembled and the, oh so familiar, feeling of crying your heart out returned. 

“It’s Ace.” 

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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!

[dichromaticdyke]

only a god can kill a god: a toki wartooth case study

i started thinking about these lines:

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:

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...

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.

[dallysdolly444]

then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like i love you.

summary: dally was the kind of boyfriend who'd do anything but say those three sweet words you crave so desperately.

warnings: angst ig hehe sooorryyy, established relationship, leaning towards fem!pov (specifically girly/hyper fem as thats what i am, so i usually write what i am), cursing, slight objectifying, lmk if i missed anything <3

dallas didn't love anything. he didn't love joy, he didn't love sunlight, he didn't love puppies or kittens, he didn't even love himself. so he probably didn't love you, not matter how many times he'd press gentler than normal kisses to your neck, or talk a little too much when he's drunk.

but even now, with him in your bed, arms wrapped around you like you'll disappear, you're none the wiser. even when he's got his fingers threading through your hair, rings catching on the strands, you can't quite tell what he's thinking. "so pretty, aren't ya?" he mutters, pressing his lips to your hair.

he always felt out of place in your room, it's so girly, pink and pretty. but what he always felt worse about is how awful he is for you. he can listen to you drone on about how great he is for hours, and the most you'll get back is a 'you've got a great rack'. he just doesn't know how to say it in a way that keeps him tough.

but you always just bury your face closer into his chest, as if your relationship doesn't have 5 weeks max left. "dally can you talk to me? i'm about to sleep." you say softly, nuzzling your face into him as if you want to get into his skin.

"sure i can, baby. you know i love gabbing to you" dallas chuckles, pecking your temple. "fuck, man. yknow... i'm digging the way you're twirling your hair, yknow?" he says, bouncing one of your curls. "y'look like a knockout... look like fucking marilyn monroe or some shit" he says with a grin, knowing you'll like that.

that's his love language, saying what you want to here. the smil on your face is enough for the month to him. "that's so nice dally" you murmur sleepily. "your so nice to me"

dallas paused. he wasn't that nice, was he? shit. well he can't be too rude to his broad, right? you'll just leave him. "shit, doll. i ain't nice enough. i should always be nicer. you're my angel, yeah? and i ain't letting you go."

you stare up at him with those damn doe eyes. even when you're half asleep and tired, those eyes just see right through them, as if they can see how he really feels. how much he really likes you. "i love you" you whisper softly. you've said it once before, and he disappeared for a couple days, coming back with barely anything changed.

dallas stayed silent for a moment, wrapping his arms tighter around you. he can't say he doesn't, because he does. you must know, right? can't you just be secure with knowing? he sighs, just pressing your head closer to him. "yeah" he says softly, and that's all.

you just sigh. you could've expected that. dallas isn't the kind of guy to express feelings, especially not love. he's too tough to feel a thing. you don't say anything, knowing how he is. or do you?

he loves you, you don't see it. you say it, he thinks it. loving people was never good for dally, he loved his mother and all she did in return was die. he would kiss you, hold you, tell you what you wanna hear.. but what the hell is he supposed to say? i love you? i want to marry you? it'll just bring bad energy or something.

you both stay silent for the rest of the night, just holding each other. it'll always be awkward after an 'i love you'. maybe you'll work around it, maybe you'll break up, maybe you'll just continue to ignore it. you fall asleep before dallas, and his hand went up to your head to stroke your hair again. gentler, sweeter, calmer. he presses his lips to your forehead. he couldn't do this when you're awake. you want someone tough, right? everyone does.

"i love you too."

authors note: man i love dally. i could yap soooo much about how well he's written and how interesting he is. love you matt please marry me <333

lots of love, dolly x

[beef-brisket]

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.

[sailornymph]

Can i request Sasuke x fem uchiha s/o? Sasuke meet s/o after war ended, S/o and Sasuke was introverted and loner basically have lot of similiarities (sasuke sometimes think s/o was mirrored version of him), S/o was kind of cat lady. Please make hc about how they interacted w each other, also understanding each other and then they found out s/o was pregnant. Thank you! Sorry if my request was too detailed, hope you received and write it 😄😁.

loved me back to life; sasuke uchiha

synopsis — post timeskip sasuke x uchiha!reader

a/n — again i am very apologetic for those who have excitedly requested and have waited so long.

— you arrive in konoha with nothing but your mother’s cloak, a sealed scroll of her recipes, and three cats who follow you like they’ve sworn loyalty.

— the uchiha crest is stitched clean across your back not loud, not proud — just there, like a wound that hasn’t finished healing. the villagers look, then look away. except him.

— sasuke uchiha sees you from across the training grounds. he doesn’t move. just stares — sharp-eyed, tense, like you’ve summoned something buried. before he slowly makes his way over

“…where did you get that cloak?” he asks.

his voice is low, scratchy, weathered. his left sleeve is empty — pinned just above the elbow.

you’ve heard the rumors. you know who he is.

“it was my mother’s,” you answer. “she was uchiha. so was my father.”

“…and?”

“he stayed behind.”

you don’t say the rest. you don’t have to, he exhales through his nose.

“…i’ll walk you to where you’re staying.”

— he doesn’t say much on the walk. but his eyes never leave your shoulder. your crest.

when you reach the house — an old rental on the edge of the village — you’re the one who speaks first.

“you can come in, if you want.”

“…i shouldn’t.”

“you look like you have questions.”

“…i do.”

“then come in.” he steps inside.

— the first thing he does is crouch to look at the cats. they stare back like they know who he is.

“they’re named mochi, okami, and soot,” you say, sitting your bag down, as you examined the place. not too bad.

“…this one looks judgmental,” he mutters, making you glance at him.

“that’s mochi.”

“…hm.” he stands slowly, eyes on the cats, then on you.

“…i need to tell you something.”

“alright.”

“i’m sasuke uchiha. i’m the last of the clan—”

“you’re not.” he falters. his eyes flick up.

“…you knew who i was.”

“everyone knows who you are.”

“…then you know what i’ve done.” you nod.

“i tried to kill my best friend. i abandoned the village. i almost destroyed it. i’ve hurt people.”

“and you came back, do you want tea?”

he’s quiet. stunned, but slowly, he nods.

“…you’re not afraid of me?”

“no.”

“you should be.”

“maybe. but i’m not.”

“why?” you shrug, looking him in the eye.

“because broken things still belong somewhere.” he doesn’t speak, but he comes back the next day.

— over the next few weeks, sasuke shows up in small ways. he brings you soup and rice balls. brushes mochi’s fur when he thinks you aren’t looking.

he lets your cats sleep on his cloak. he even reads aloud once — a travel scroll — and stops mid-sentence when he catches you smiling.

“what.”

“your voice is nice.”

“…don’t be weird.”

“you’re the one reading to cats.”

“…they looked bored.”

— naruto finds out immediately, i mean, he practically keeps tabs on his best friend

“YOU’RE DATING??”

“no,” sasuke says flatly.

“THEN WHY ARE YOU LIVING THERE??”

“i’m not.” you open the door behind him.

“he is.”

“…traitor,” sasuke mutters under his breath.

“do you love her??” naruto yells in excitement.

“leave.”

“do you kiss??”

“…do you want to die?” naruto flees. loudly. but smiling.

— sakura and sai aren’t far behind. ino pretends she just “happened to be walking by.”

— when they meet you, you’re polite. reserved. but kind.

“you’re not what i expected,” sakura says softly.

“neither is he,” you reply.

— sasuke hears that from the porch. he doesn’t say anything, but his heart is racing. he could only think, is this how naruto felt, when he liked sakura?

— your first kiss happens on a night too quiet to ignore. you’re sitting side by side on the roof, your legs swinging over the edge.

“…you’re always calm,” he says.

“not always. just with you.”

“…why?” you tilt your head.

“because you’re not afraid to sit in silence. most people fill it.”

“…you don’t need to fill something to feel it.”

you nod. he turns and your lips brush. then meet. it’s soft, warm, a little hesitant.

“…should i apologize?” he murmurs.

“only if you regret it.”

“…i don’t.”

“then kiss me again.”

he does.

— your first time is after he comes back from a long mission. he’s tired, stiff, and bruised across the ribs.

— you undress him slowly, carefully. help him out of his gear. kiss a scar near his collarbone. he sits on the edge of the bed, quiet. vulnerable in a way you’ve never seen before.

“…i’ve never done this with someone i trusted,” he admits.

“you trust me?”

“…i want to,” he confessed, staring into your eyes, before pulling you into his lap. resting his forehead against you.

“then let me love you.”

he makes no sound, but his arm wraps around you like a vow. he kisses your throat, your jaw, your lips.

he learns your body like he’s memorizing a map he’s afraid to lose again. afterward, he lies on his back, eyes on the ceiling, your hand over his heart.

“…you make me feel like i deserve to breathe,” he says.

you kiss his cheek.

“that’s because you do.”

— the proposal comes one morning when you’re feeding the cats. you’re still in your robe, hair a mess, hands full of kibble.

he walks over, stands beside you, clears his throat.

“…marry me.” you blink, glancing at him like he’s crazy.

“was i that good last night? you haven’t even dressed yet,” you eyed him, wearing his typical black clothing

“…it was fresh on my mind, from last night,” you laugh. he steps closer.

“i’m serious,” he says. “i want to build a life. with you.” you look at him — at the man who’s lost everything and still chooses you.

“…yes.”

“really?”

“ino and your friends have reminded me of how you were, but sasuke, none of it matters to me,” he kisses you — making mochi meow.

“i think that’s approval,” you whisper.

“…we’ll invite him to the wedding.”

— then came pregnancy

— you know before the test confirms it

— your appetite shifts, your balance is off, the cats won’t leave your lap

— you tell him on a quiet afternoon, he quietly ate the fruit you had prepared for him, while you folded laundry

“…sasuke?”

“hn?”

“…i think i’m pregnant.”

— he stops mid chew, before he starts to choke. coughing harshly, he finally stops, before glancing at you — he blinks once

“…ours?” you almost laugh

“yes, sasuke. ours.”

— he stares at you for what feels like a full minute

— then he moves the bowl from his lap, crossing the room, going to his knees, and pressing his forehead to your stomach

“…i never thought i’d have a family,” he whispers.

“you do now.”

“…do you think they’ll like me?”

“they’ll love you. they’ll probably cry less than naruto, too.”

“…i doubt it.”

— while he is always away for your first three months, trying to save as much as possible, he slows down as you begin to show

— every mission becomes optional

— he takes shorter ones. insists on reporting back in person

— he stocks the pantry with tomatoes, rice, and ginger tea

— reads books on chakra-safe birthing techniques even though you’re not a shinobi anymore

— he won’t let you lift anything. one time you tried to carry a bag of groceries and he throws a kunai at it

“you could’ve just said no.”

“…you weren’t listening.”

— he talks to the baby constantly. when you’re asleep, when you’re pretending to be asleep, when you’re both awake but quiet

“…your mother’s the strongest person i know.”

“…you’ll be small at first, but loud, probably. like naruto.”

“…please don’t inherit my temper, just my strength, and good looks,” you laugh, while he smirks. mochi keeps trying to sit on your bump.

“move it…” sasuke grumbled, moving the cat. why couldn’t he be chill like the others?!

— at last the wedding came; small. simple. sunlit.

— naruto cries before he even starts officiating

“i’m so proud of you, man—”

“…read the vows.”

“you’re my brother—”

“read. the. vows.”

— sakura smiles, soft and sad, but happy. ino compliments your hair and whispers, “if your kid looks like him, i’m stealing her”

— sai sketches the scene while holding a cat. kakashi shows up on time, which freaks everyone out

— sasuke kisses you with both eyes closed

“…i never thought peace would feel like this,” he says. you rest your hand over his heart

“get used to it.”

— you go into labor at night, thankfully, sasuke is home.

— it’s long, painful, and terrifying

— your grip nearly snaps his wrist

“could you loosen up-,” he tells you

“i hate you so much right, i’m never giving you sex ever again—”

“…actually, just keep squeezing,” he sighs.

— you scream and he stays by your side the entire time

“you’re doing well.”

“you say that again and i’ll kill you.”

“…you’re doing terribly.”

“thank you.”

— when she cries, it’s loud and alive. your body shakes. your throat is raw. your heart is full

“…she’s perfect,” he whispers

“she’s an uchiha.”

“…she’s ours.”

— he named her sarada, because it sounds strong, because she kicks with precision, and because she looks at you both with eyes far older than they should be

“…she has your smile,” you say

“…thank god,” sasuke mutters. “i was worried she’d inherit my brooding.”

mochi curls up beside the crib, the baby tries to grab his tail

“…uchiha reflexes,” sasuke says

“…uchiha trouble,” you reply

— you fall into rhythm, you take care of the home, while sasuke comes and goes for missions

— when he is home, sasuke gardens while sarada naps strapped to his chest, she grabs tomatoes before she can sit up properly

— the cats follow her like security detail

— naruto comes over uninvited every other day

“do you need help? food? encouragement? backup bottles?”

“leave,” sasuke says every time

“he loves me,” naruto tells sarada

“…no i don’t,” sasuke mutters

“yes you dooo~”

— sarada’s first word is “mo”

— you think it’s “mama”, it’s actually “mochi”

sasuke wins that argument, but you win the war when she says “papa” next

— one night, long after she’s fallen asleep, you and sasuke lie on the roof together

— you’re wrapped in a blanket, he has one arm tucked behind his head, the stars are wide and endless above you

“…you still think you’re the last?” you ask, as he turns to you

“…no,” he says. “i’m the beginning again.”

you kiss him, he doesn’t ask for it. but he always kisses back like he needs it to breathe

“…you loved me back to life,” he whispers

“…you never stopped being alive. you just forgot.”

mochi meows from below, sarada stirs in her crib, and for the first time in a lifetime of loss—

you’re not grieving — you’re not running — you’re not alone

you are home. you are love. and you are free.

[varteeny1234]

sbk infection au GO

(mild body horror described non graphically)

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

[bunnyehs]

i have a theory about Papyrus that i have been thinking about for some time now...

it is about his motives...

at first it seems like his motives are simple... they are that he wants to capture a human and join the royal guard... but after we spare him he kind of just forgets about those...

he then kind of just keeps doing stuff seemingly with no reason...

he calls us to tell us that we should hang out with Undyne...

he calls us to tell us that we should deliver a letter from Undyne to Alphys...

he calls us to tell us that we should check on Alphys...

he calls everyone to come stop the Asgore battle...

we then find out he was doing these things cus a flower told him to...

then Flowey shows up and the ending happens...

my theory is on the reason why Papyrus was helping Flowey...

i think Papyrus has some sort of meta knowledge...

the reason for that is the second X and O puzzle in Snowdin... on the puzzle we have to move to the right to start solving it and when we do that the camera moves with us... and so does Papyrus... he just kind of moves to follow the camera... without saying anything... this could be a game design thing but i dont think the next thing can be explained as such... after the final battle against Asriel we get to talk to the main cast... if we do that then Papyrus asks Asgore if he can be in the royal guard and Asgore says that the royal guard most likely wont be a thing anymore and then Papyrus says "THIS IS THE WORST POSSIBLE ENDING" or something like that... this is clearly a joke but the fact that he joked about something like this means that he is aware of endings... there are other things but for now these are my main points on why Papyrus is aware of these things...

the reason i think this is important is cus i think it gives him a good motive to help Flowey...

they were trying to get the true pacifist ending... well... i think Papyrus was atleast and Flowey was just pretending to...

this would explain many things...

the reason why he does not call Undyne when captures us in his shed... she would send us away which would mean we could not befriend everyone to get the ending...

the reason why he is so worried when we escape the shed... cus something could happen to us and we would die... and there would no happy ending...

the reason why he snitches what we are wearing to Undyne... which was not an accident btw... he wants us and Undyne to meet so that we could become friends... to get the ending obviously...

the reason why he tells us we should hang out with Undyne... so that we could become friends... so the ending happens...

the reason why he tells us we should deliver a letter from Undyne to Alphys... so that they get closer... so that we get closer to the ending...

blah blah blah ending blah blah blah...

i think you get it by now...

i think Papyrus wants a good ending and Flowey helps him with that but secretly plans to betray him...

i think Papyrus knew that Flowey was going to get the 6 human souls and was distracting on purpose... but did not know that Flowey was going to betray him and us by stealing the souls of him and our other friends...

i think the reason why he cried after the Asriel battle is cus he thought that Flowey killed us and it was his fault cus he helped him get the souls by distracting...

i wonder how he felt when we woke up...

i had this theory before deltarune chapter 3 and 4 came out but now that they are out i think this applies to them aswell...

deltarune is said to have only one ending...

and Susie's reaction to the prophecy in chapter 4 tells us it is not a good one...

but...

what if someone could change that...?

or atleast thought they could change that...?

would they not take the chance...?

i think Papyrus is the Knight...

why...?

cus maybe... just maybe... if he plays the villain... maybe... the ending could change...

he does this cus he thinks that he has to...

not considering whether or not he should...

now...

you might be thinking...

"but the Knight is Dess tho!"

while i do think that it is possible that it is her... nothing like this has been confirmed... so i am still hoping it is Papyrus...

"but the Knight has antlers!"

there is some narration that says that the Knight has a helmet and those look like a part of a helmet to me...

"but the Knight has no feet!"

i... i have no idea... maybe it is just a design choice to not include them in the shadow form...?

"but the lost girl motif is in the Knight's theme!"

the lost girl motif is not exlusive to the deer family... it plays for Susie too...

to be honest... i think they both can be the Knight... separately and together... i like the theory that Dess lost her body somehow and is now stuck with Papyrus... cus it would be a mirror to us and Kris... maybe Kris Dess Papyrus are all in on it together and the only one who does not know of the plan they are doing is us...

that is a silly theory but i love it...

i like the idea of the Knight working for Carol and they are trying to get a good ending like Papyrus and Flowey did in undertale but Carol does not actually care about the ending cus she just wants her goddamn daughter back...

i could make theories like this all day but for now we do not have much to go off of...

to be honest i made this post cus i wanted to share my undertale theory and connect it to the "Papyrus is the Knight" theory cus the motives people give him are stupid sometimes...

that is all for now i guess...

see you later...

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[a-cipher]

a man stands at the literal door of death and says "I want to live" and he's hated for it.

[brionysea]

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

[arolesbianism]

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

[taserbats]

she is a POET she is a DYKE she is HILARIOUS but most importantly she is a HATER. i need her biblically.

[hauntingblue]

Jaya time

I love these moments of nearly cosmic horror when they encounter inexplicable things (at first) they are so intriguing

Is strawhat here?! *Megan thee stallion saying AAH 😜*

This cover just goes hard... Get it chopper