#brb gonna sob again

[lady-quen]

On Mael and the Dream - lore exploration

I've been hanging around the Grove and listening to NPC dialogue which got me thinking about sylvari and the Dream (though, to be honest, when am I not thinking about that lately..)

As a Soundless not by choice ever since his revival, Mael misses the connection quite a bit - thankfully Aurene fills some of that void with the Champion-Scion bond. Essentially, going from Dreamer to suddenly and traumatically severed, Mael feels like a part of his own ability to feel emotion was ripped away, and struggles with friendship, seeing that "missing piece" everywhere and as though none of his relationships can truly feel "right" anymore. He describes the visions he sees in his sleep as "being submerged in dark water with chain and weight at his feet" - knowing there are voices calling out to him but being unable to hear them.

Coupled with the loss of Trahearne, he feels like he might genuinely be unable to feel love again, and becomes extremely emotionally secluded behind his mask of snarky humor. The overwhelming absence of the Dream tricks him into thinking that relationships with other races cannot ever be as "deep and true" as those between sylvari, leading to quite the mental crisis as he learns to adjust to the abrupt change with the help of the party, the Soundless community, and Aurene.

He seeks out an audience with the Pale Tree as soon as his duties afford him the time, but is ultimately told he cannot be helped, since the Dream is a part of the magic domain of Mind and Mael's own innate magic was replaced along with his life force. The Mother herself was unable to see anything beyond the point of his death, and initially believed him tragically deceased.

Mael then confesses he no longer feels worthy of Caladbolg, especially now when he is closer to a lich than sylvari - some form of cruel joke considering Mazdak the Accursed's role in the death of Riannoc, as well as the lich's eventual demise at Mael's own hands. Having ended two between Mazdak and Joko, the Lichslayer had now become the very monster he once hunted - the original harbinger of death to the sylvari. The Pale Tree however only responds that though she may no longer see him, she would always love him, and that death was as much a part of life as anything - that there was a reason why events had gone the way they had, and how she ultimately still trusts him as her child, no matter how changed. Though still struggling, he promises to hold onto the sword until a new Knight of the Thorn rises, a full circle from originally recovering the blade.

In a sense, fearing his own corruption through his twisted magic, he is glad his experiences could not affect the rest of the sylvari. As for Caladbolg itself - despite how much he feels giving it up to be the right thing to do, it's the only connection to Trahearne he still has, and so he decides he would only process the grief of parting with it once again if the Mother called for it. For now, it remained his to safekeep, just like his dearheart's memory.

During his own personal journey of self-reflection, the Soundless of the Weeping Isle play a notable role. At first, Maelmordha expresses how he finds it difficult to fathom why one might choose to separate oneself from the Dream willingly, which comes across as highly offensive to the Isle's villagers - a rare fumble from the usually open-minded Dawnborn. Still, a total separation is unheard of among sylvari, even those who had deliberately meditated years to quieten the connection - having it happen so suddenly and so wholly nearly broke the Commander's already troubled mind. Spending time learning about the Soundless' reasoning and ways of life with Eona as his mentor was an important step in improving the Commander's mental health.

It takes time, but he learns to open up again and accept the fact his emotions aren't broken, he just needs time to relearn them and accept himself as he is.

[wonusite]

Absolutely no one asked but here's my headcannon for nerd!shua x cheerleader!yn's first I love you to each other:

You and Josh have had a fight, the biggest one you've had since you started officially dating, though you had been seeing and getting to know each other for a good while before then under the pretense of being a casual hook up. Maybe it started off as something small, but whatever it was that started the fight, it escalated and words were thrown, feelings were hurt and you stormed out of his appartment that you were steadily becoming more and more familiar with.

Perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad had you run off, slamming the front door in your wake (Mingyu had always said that you had a terrible temper), but after chasing the nerd of your dreams and finally getting him where you want him, maybe you were feeling a little tired of the constant chasing. Maybe, for once, you wanted him to be the one that chased you, wanted him to make you feel special, feel wanted, feel like you were worth being more than a good fuck or a pretty face. Sure, there was no reason for you to be insecure, especially when Josh has done nothing but shown you that he's very much attracted to you, but there's still that little voice in the back of your head that says he's just like everyone else, that he doesn't see past the external beauty, that he doesn't actually care for who you are beyond the hot cheerleader with a hot body, that maybe, just maybe, if he actually gave a damn about you and your relationship that he wouldn't have given up so easily, that he'd fight to keep you around. But he didn't. So here you are. And that's where you guys are at the moment.

It's almost like a scene from a movie, it's absolutely pouring outside, the air is chilly, it's a dark winter evening. Nothing in the day has gone right and it seems like the weather is reflecting that. At first, you're bitter. You're angry that even after everything, Josh still maintains his cold and stoic persona. You thought that maybe you had started to chip away at the cold exterior he always puts up, but the second things started going south, it was like all the work you had done to get Josh to open up to you was undone in an instant. Your first instinct is to be angry and lash out. Despite having left his appartment hours ago, it's like you can't get the fight out of your system, throwing (soft!! And non breakable let's be responsible guys) things around and screaming into your empty apartment, doing anything you can get rid yourself of that burning, that itch that seems to fill your entire being.

After the anger comes the sadness, the loneliness. You begin to doubt, yet again. Was it your fault? Was there something that you did to cause it? Were you just not good enough? The self-loathing, the self-deprication, it all fills you up all at once and you cry. You begin to spiral, wondering why every one of your relationships seems to end in a similar fashion, why no one has ever cared enough to stay. Josh certainly isn't your first boyfriend, and though you'd never admit it (not in that moment at least) there's a part of you that wished he would've been the last. You wallow in self pity for a bit, finally getting all the pent up emotions from the day's events out of your body, finally waiting for the release of acceptance and you to finally start moving on.

Except you never get there. Try as you might, you can't stop the gnawing feeling at your chest, the weight your feel on your shoulders, the way your left hand twitches, longing for something that feels suspiciously like Joshua's right one. Unlike past relationships, you're not able to move on, put on a brave face, keep your head held high and move on like you never even hurt in the first place. At first, you're confused. You've never had a problem moving on quickly and efficiently before, there's no reason for there to be a problem now. You try to convince yourself that this is just the same as it's always been, and that maybe you just need a bit more time this time. But not, there's that annoying little voice in the back of your head, saying 3 little words that absolutely terrifies you, telling you that you can't shake Joshua because he means more to you than the guys in the past, that your affections for him are no longer just teetering into unknown territory, that you've already jumped into the deep end.

You know yourself better than anyone, and that's precisely why you know the budding feelings you have for your the cute nerd from your calculus class are more than just a simple crush. You know what you're feeling goes beyond that, that once you started dating and he started playing the part of the doting boyfriend, that you were a goner, completely at his mercy. You knew, and despite all of it, you were okay with it. You were okay with being vulnerable, with being weak, with having all your cards on the table because for him, you'd do just about anything.

It hits you that the morning might've been your last time to ever hug Joshua, to ever kiss him, to see that brilliant smile of his directed at you. You swallow, a lump in your throat that never seems to get any better no matter how much water or tea you've had. There's a heaviness that weighs down on you, and you know it's not just the blanket you have wrapped around you. It's the inexplicable feeling of a loss that makes the room heavy, makes your head hurt and makes you feel like you're drowning. You've lost the person that's made you the happiest you've ever been, and for what? Because of some stupid fight that you can't even remember the cause of?

With that, you stand because no, you won't let this be the end of things and no, for once, you're not going to just move on and let go. Joshua means something to you dammit, and you're going to make sure that if this is really the end, you've done everything in your power to at least try to fix things and make things better.

Marching your way to the door, you pull it open just to find the exact person you were looking to hunt down, a raised fist to knock and a shocked expression on his face. He's soaked, seeming to not care about bringing an umbrella on his walk from his appartment. Even in the dim light of your appartment hallway, you can see that his face is blotchy and red, his eyes swollen and irritated. Whatever turmoil you've put yourself through, he seems to have had a similar experience. Wordlessly, you open the door just a bit wider, stepping back to let him in. He walks in, but doesn't walk far, opting to simply turn and look at you, a desperate pleading look in his eyes.

There's silence for a moment, nothing but the weight of the tension between you. He takes a shaky breath and you can barely hear the words "I'm sorry" and "I love you" leave his lips before you're pouncing on him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips together in a desperate attempt to convey all your feelings into on action. He kisses you back with the same ferocity, pulling you tight against his body as if he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go for just a second.

When you break for air, he rests his forehead on yours, taking your presence in. You manage to choke out an "I love you too" in the middle of your crying, clinging to him tightly, loving the familiarity and comfort that comes with his scent, his touch. He hushes you, pulling you into another kiss again. You still have a lot to talk about and work through, but you suddenly feel a million times lighter, knowing that everything is gonna be okay again.

Oops I realize I kinda just ,,, threw this at you but this idea has been kind of eating away at my brain for a while and I feel like I needed to just get it out of my brain LOOOL

[softmeetscreatureplz]

Me: I strongly dislike having a corporeal form

My body: WELL WE DONT LIKE YOU EITHET *Proceeds to fuck up and fuck itself up in increasingly embarrassing and annoying ways*

Me: THIS IS FUCKING WHY

My body: TOO BAD BITCH.

[that-disabled-princess]

"None of us know how long we have. We don't know what tomorrow holds. And Mjlonir... Mjlonir chose you. And it chose you because you're worthy."

--Thor: Love and Thunder

[todayisafridaynight]

SORRY TO TAKE SUCH A HARD LEFT BUT HOW DO YOU THINK JO FOUND OUT ARAKAWA WAS DEAD

IM GOING TO SCREAM IF I TRY TO THINK ABOUT THAT NOOOOO I GOTTA GET BACK TO YOU IN 5-7 BUSINESS DAYS WITH THAT ONE............

[tending-the-hearth]

fun little hcs inspired by this fic:

crosshair blames himself for not shooting sooner, so as soon as the rebellion gets started up, he sets off to do what he can, to live up to echo's dream of helping brothers and other people in the galaxy to be safe. he spends a lot of time undercover, and rarely communicates with anyone but rex

while undercover, crosshair's call sign varies between "domino" and "echo"

rex tells ahsoka what happened when they see each other again :') she completely breaks down because she thought she'd be able to reunite with another one of her big brothers (bc as of now, ahsoka and echo haven't canonically reunited so have fun with that)

OH also since kix canonically survives order 66, he and rex reunite a few years before the og trilogy, and as soon as they're done with their reunion, kix asks about echo, and rex has to break it to him. the two of them + ahsoka meet up every so often, just the three of them, to remember their brothers in blue.

omega struggles a LOT with the guilt that surrounds echo's death, and it takes a while for her to move past it. like crosshair, she throws herself into helping rex and the rebellion. not to crosshair's extent, she still spends most of her time with the rest of the bad batch, but she sees the rebellion as a way to remember her brother.

rex hangs echo's graduation medal up in the main meeting room of echo base once they've established it (hunter found the medal in echo's belongings and immediately gave it to rex)

after meeting rex, and finding out that he served with anakin, luke immediately asks for stories about the 501st, and rex tells him all about his twins, about Fives and Echo, and how they died for the people they loved.

i'm going to go curl up into a ball and cry on my bed now, bye

[love-belle]

and at every table, i'll save you a seat !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which once again, the fans speculate that they broke up but they're better than that and better than ever.

or

for when you're gonna spend your life laughing with them. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - im gonna cry tumblr deleted THIS AHISKAKSJSKAKAKAKWK anyway i hope u like this i love u sm <3

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[lifemod17]

thoughts on 'Unaired EP'

IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

below the cut in case you don't want spoilers <3

Nobody's Soldier

THE FUCKIN FALSETTO IS DRIVING ME INSANE ITS LIKE HE LACED THIS SONG WITH CRACK

"Benzos and gasoline" line is WILD (it is so hot for no reason wtf Andrew)

the little break that happens at 1:43 with. i don't even know what that is? like a sort of distorted / reverbed guitar bend / riff? either way, LOVE THAT.

also lets give it up one time for the organ, that is SO GNARLY, YOU CANNOT DENY IT!!!

hearing the live version vs. this recorded one is different, I literally went "OMFG WHAT IS THIS PART" starting at 2:53 when he gets all whisper-y WHY IS IT SO HOT

Listen man, I am a sucker for a good pause, and that pause after the bridge has me UNWELL.

SLOWING IT DOWN for the ending will never not be iconic. you don't see that happening a lot!

the intake of breath on the outro??!! tumblr user lifemod17 is NOT FARING WELL

July

so full of hope and promise and really just about having that thing or that someone to look forward to. The definition of "postpone that funeral"

THE SYNTHS??? FORGIVE HIM FATHER FOR HE HAS SYNTH!!!

"JUST KNOWING THAT'S GETTING ME THROUGH"?!?!?!? I wanna throw up. that is a Tonee-ass line. yeah 'July' is DEFINITELY taking the crown. This is my favorite from the EP.

i WAS right! he says 'prada' because it just made so much sense with the 'wore me out' line.

the whole second half had me in SHAMBLES. the lyrics were already insane but also throw in his soft voice mixed with the FUNKY & GROOVY beat?? I fear it is so over for me (I was genuinely screaming into a pillow and needed to sit down even though I was already sat and also I didn't know what to do with my person so I was just laying there and looking up at the ceiling while fighting off tears. I was SHOOK.)

It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and makes me want to roll downhill a field and pick flowers to give to strangers

Have I mentioned the pen game? Because it is on level 9000. His pen was on fire when he has writing this

B A S S O U T R O GOT ME ACTING TF UP

That You Are

I was not expecting the lyrics to be "that I'd be anywhere that you are". im sorry but that is devastatingly beautiful and rips my heart out brb sobbing

my wig quietly and peacefully ascended from my head.

it's a lot more raw, production wise. the vocals aren't super clean, but I actually really like it this way!!! it makes the song that much more precious, gentle, intimate

Bedouine's vocals NEVER DISAPPOINTS!! She always has a way of transporting you with her music- makes you feel like you're floating above water

I needed to sautee the yearning for this one, its so pretty but hits you right in the feels

The fact that this is speculated to be the contender for the spot of 'I, Carrion (Icarian)' I'M GONNA CRY AGAIN Andrew please do an EP breakdown cuz I need to know!

that little instrumental interlude towards the bridge is so lovely and the entire song really! I think they did a good job of splitting the vibe 50/50 <- I say this because I listen to Bedouine a lot and the vibe of her songs is definitely here. it just really shows that they both wrote this together. its not a feature, its a collab

We're all gonna cry and then afterwards we're all gonna hug cuz this song just inflicted so much emotional damage upon all of us

[aquamarixx]

the night it all started

Hiori abandons game night when his crying (and unexpectedly adorable) neighbor ends up on his couch at midnight. pairing hiori yo x reader word count 1.4k words contains apartment neighbor AU, timeskip aged up, mild hurt/comfort, suggested slow burn, mild alcohol mention navigation

Hiori sits in his dimly lit bedroom, his fingers darting across the controller as his Overwatch 2 squad queues for another match. The blue glow of his PC screen illuminates his face, highlighting the tired shadows under his eyes — a result of an intense training day at Bastard München. 

He slouches slightly in his gaming chair, exhaustion evident in the way he leans his head against one hand. Even if he's tired, his reflexes are still sharp. He still has energy to stomp on kids whom they shouldn’t be really trash talking.

Nor should he be gaming so late. But thank god, tomorrow's his day off.

“Karasu, I swear, if ya waste another D.Va ult, I’m gonna kick ya across the field next time I see ya,” Hiori groans, dragging a hand down his face in exasperation.

“Oi, not my fault her mech’s hard to control!” Karasu retorts defensively over the Discord call. “At least try to pocket me, Hiori!”

Otoya’s voice cuts in, crackling with static and mirth. “Skill issue,” he coughs, setting off another round of bickering.

“Should we just boot Karasu and find someone else?” The audible crunch of chips punctuates Nagi's words.

“Hmm, I think we should.” Niko joins in, teasing Karasu further. 

Amid the chaotic chatter, a sharp clunk breaks through the white noise of Hiori’s apartment. He pauses, glancing toward his door. The sound comes again — louder this time — followed by the faint, muffled click of a handle being jostled. His brows furrows, and he leans back in his chair.

“One sec,” he mutters into the mic. “Queue without me. I’ll catch up.”

He types a quick BRB in the party chat and sets the controller aside. Padding across the wooden floor, he approaches the door with cautious steps, his socked feet barely making a sound. The rattling continues, now accompanied by a voice—soft, slurred, and distinctly feminine.

“Why won’t it open?”

Peering through the peephole, Hiori blinks in surprise.

It's you — his neighbor.

You're clutching the handle of his door, your silk dress slightly askew, light mascara streaking your tear-stained cheeks. Your high heels dangles precariously from one hand while the other clumsily twists the doorknob.

“Stupid key…” you mutter, hiccupping between sobs.

“I just… wanna go home.” You look a little unsteady, and it didn’t take much for Hiori to realize that you’ve had one too many drinks.

For a moment, he hesitates. Should he just let you figure it out on your own? 

He barely know you beyond polite exchanges in the hallway, but something in your defeated posture tugs at him. He hears the crack in your voice and the weight behind your words — pain that felt too heavy for such a late hour.

Before he could stop himself, he unlatches the door, cracking it open. You stumble back slightly, releasing the handle in surprise. Your puffy eyes locks onto his, embarrassment flashing across your tear-streaked face.

“This… isn’t my apartment,” realization dawning as you wobble unsteadily.

“No, it’s... not,” Hiori's voice is gentle but tinged with his usual awkwardness. “Are ya… okay?”

You blink slowly before looking at the floor. You’ve been trying to open the door while you sobbed relentlessly for the past 10 minutes “Oh... god. I’m... so sorry...” Your words dissolve into another wave of sobs. 

“Hey... Uh, s'fine,” Hiori replies, steadying you with a light touch on your arm. “Ya look like ya had a rough night. Wanna come in?  “Ya can sit down and… um… get yer bearings.”

You hesitate, swaying slightly as you glanced at his open door. The alcohol is still sitting in your body heavily. The floor feels cold and the autumn air is biting your skin uncomfortably.

The warmth spilling out was a stark contrast to the chilly hallway. Nodding meekly, you murmur low, “I… guess that’d be okay. Thank you.”

Hiori guides you to his couch, his hand hovering near your elbow to ensure you didn’t fall. As you sink into the cushions, he notices the tension in your shoulders start to ease a little, though tears still clung to your eyes.

Hiori hovers uncertainly. “Want some water? Or, uh… tea?”

“Tea… sounds perfect,” Your voice barely audible. You wipe at your face with a wet wipe with your trembling hands, removing what remained of your makeup. The events of the night replays in your head, and your chest tightens.

As the kettle boils, Hiori steals a glance at you over his shoulder. You look so different from the cheerful neighbor who always greeted him in the elevator.

Vulnerable, raw.

It makes his chest tighten in a way he didn’t fully understand.

When he returns with a steaming mug, he places it gently in your hands, his fingers brushing yours for a fleeting moment. You accept it with a small, shaky smile.

“Thanks… and sorry for barging in like this. I swear I don’t usually… cry on random couches. Or break into someone else’s home.”

“S’fine.” he assures you, settling into the chair across the couch. “Everyone has bad days.”

“Yeah…” A faint weak smile lingers on your lips. “I just didn’t think mine would end like this. Heartbroken and crying on my neighbor’s couch.”

Hiori’s lips quirks up in the faintest smile. “Coulda been worse.”

“Touché.”

"So… what happened? If ya don’t mind me askin’.”

You stare into the tea as if it held the answers. “My boyfriend... He, uh, broke up with me tonight,” you admit, voice cracking.

“I thought he was going to propose… but instead, he said he no longer feels the 'spark'". You sigh deeply, bitterness lacing your tone. “Five years. Five wasted years.”

“On someone who I thought... was my best friend. My home. And just like that, it’s gone.”

Hiori doesn’t reply immediately. He isn't great with emotions or relationships. Even at 24, at the prime of his career, all he cares about was football and gaming. 

But he listens intently. When he does speak, his simple, earnest comments somehow resonate with you.

“Yer too good for someone who can’t see yer worth,” he says. 

“If he can’t see what he’s got, then he’s a fool. Yer better off single — and free.”

The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard, and when he adds, “Yer too pretty to be chasing after someone like that,” you feel your cheeks heat up.

Your eyes flick to his, surprise flashing across your face. “That’s… kind of you to say.”

Hiori’s phone buzzes on the coffee table. He glances at it briefly — messages from Karasu, Nagi, Niko, and Otoya pile up.

crowsuh: DUDE, where r u? q’s up hurry tf up 2ez4Nag1: come back man carrying karasu is paaaain sneako: don’t make me babysit these clowns alone 😒 otoxic: oi ultra sadist dont AFK

His phone buzzes a few more times, but he ignores out. Right now, playing Overwatch 2 doesn’t matter.

You do though.

The two of you talk for hours — about your night, his career, games, and life. The quiet companionship feels oddly natural as both of you shares bits and pieces of your lives.

Hiori lets his guard down, even cracking a beer open to share with you. The conversation flows easily, and by the time the clock struck 3AM, the pain in your chest has dulled to a manageable ache.

As you stand up to leave, you give him a sheepish smile. “Thanks for tonight. Really. I’ll, uh, try not to mix up our doors again.”

“Yer fine. And… yer welcome anytime.” His voice carries a rare, teasing warmth, and when you look up, you catch a small smile tugging at his lips. It isn’t much, but it is enough to send a flicker of warmth through your chest.

His words hang in the air, surprising both of you. Asoft laugh escapes as you nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

When you reach your door, you glance back over your shoulder. Hiori stands in his doorway, his hand on the frame, watching you. For a moment, neither of you speak, the quiet lingering like a promise.

For the first time in hours, you feel a flicker of hope. The ache in your chest doesn’t feel quite so heavy anymore. 

Maybe, just maybe, not all is lost.

amari's notes: first hiori yo x reader oneshot! i feel to fulfilled?! really tried to keep this short. writing fics has really helped me be more productive somehow plus it's a very self indulgent hobby. i hope my fellow hiori fans enjoy.

[silcobrainrot]

I saw it as a visual representation that Jinx never cared about his power or “empire”. She never saw him as the kingpin/mob boss/Eye of Zaun, he was just her father. She saw the human side of him, and when someone dies you close their eyes so they can be at peace.

Is his eye closed? The one that physically cannot close???

[doodle-pops]

˚₊‧꒰ა so my brain has been consumed with the thoughts of a modern reader falling into middle earth, settling down in a human/elven settlement and bumping into an elf after being there for months or years and it becomes a reincarnation au.

so we have elf who's ecstatic that his long lost lover has returned, even if they're in the form of a human, but he has to deal with the differences because reader is not from middle earth. we get some humour and romance right there. at the same time, our elf is terrified of revealing why they love reader so much because reader might only see it as, “you love me for the reflection of your once lover and not for the image of myself.” angst?

brb gonna sob over that. now we have elf choosing to keep that a secret because they're happy that they're getting the chance to love again. they don't care that you're human, and will spend all the time making their wrongs, right. you get the treatment of a lifetime and loved unconditionally. ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

I'll just leave this here until I can turn it into something because my brain isn't braining. this is all I got rn.

[foccaccia]

i like the Hunger Games a lot but im always gonna be a little bitter it took off when her Underland Chronicles never did. those books were so good and so fucked up. snippets of spoilers for a 20 year old book series for middle schoolers ahead:

cockroaches the size of horses who talk and are actually super chill and great babysitters for human toddlers. these books are the only reason i dont have nightmares about cockroaches anymore

cannibalism happens a lot. at one point a rat the size of a bison says "man go ahead and eat your dead friend, we wont judge" to a spider, who then proceeds to eat her dead friend. everyone but the rat judges.

another rat, who is still relatively a baby, is found later eating his babysitter's liver in an attempt to hide the body.

dude, pandoras death was so fucked up. "wow an island! im starving im gonna have a snack. brb guys" flies a little bit over, is immediately devoured in seconds by bugs and her skeleton crashes into the jungle below

plague book! humans try to commit genocide and blame it on bugs

hey. hey eleven year old. kill this tiny baby screaming for his mother. he sounds just like your baby sister you think just died horribly. kill this baby with a sword. you didnt? you didnt kill a sobbing baby who watched his mother die? we're putting you on trial for treason and will execute you

baby rat gone insane, now 15' tall and leading an army, ripping the head off of his friend/gaslighter, immediately heartbreakingly asking where she went, and then finding the head and accusing a twelve year old boy of doing it

dude gregor is eleven and in the first book willingly leaps off a cliff to his death (despite it being his worst fear) in the hopes itll stop his two year old sister boots from being graphically torn apart and eaten, like he has seen happen to others

thalia's death. they dont just kill unnamed children (they do absolutely kill a lot of unnamed babies onscreen) they also kill beloved named children

"the fireflies had to gnaw ares' claw off of his corpse bc you wouldnt let go of your friends claw. its been almost three weeks and the viscera has dried and glued it to your grip. we cant get it off without breaking your finger. you gotta let go of your friends corpse, twelve year old boy"

twitchtip.

forcing the twelve year old into a prophesied battle where he will die, and making him dissociate so hard for months he blankly allows others to make him cause/be complicit in war crimes

HAHA HEY THE SAPIENT, INTELLIGENT MICE DYING BY THE HUNDREDS SUFFOCATING ON POISON GAS WHILE A TODDLER SINGS A NURSERY SONG ABOUT THE MICE DYING.

the six year old boy losing literally everyone hes ever known and cared for over and over again

just so much violent gore and death for middle schoolers, man. i love it.

hey that was objectively a good and well done ending. and i also loved it. but "hey gregor my husband was in the war. he had ptsd that will never go away just like you" hey hes twelve :( someone help him

prim's death in the hunger games has nothing on the shit collins pulled in the underland chronicles this is like a tiny chunk please read them

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 44 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | all lessons | season 3 | lesson 43.1 | lesson 43.2 | lesson 45.1 | lesson 45.2

this is actually really sweet even if they're technically being forced to say what they mean 😭

but does this mean that this version of the brothers has been to cocytus ??? or are they just speaking about it in passing ???? idk maybe i'm looking too far into things

BYE HE'S SUCH A NERD I LOVE HIM 😭 only leviathan

respectfully i'm not reading any of that. love him down though

again, might be reading too far into this but i think that he really wants his brothers to accept/embrace his nerdier side and not shame or make fun of him for being that way

the indicator of who's innermost desires will come true next being a cat meowing made me audibly laugh

aw pookie :((((((((

i love seeing how much the boys love each other, but ESPECIALLY when it comes to satan bc he's come so far from when we first were introduced to him. sobbing

now....

the borderline obsessive adoration mammon has with mc is what i want my nonexistent girlfriend to have for me (/j bc my ex was kind of obsessive and weird but i digress)

like even if you don't view mammon in a romantic light, it's clear that him and mc are at least best friends. he just wants to spend time with the person he cares about the most and that's so fucking sweet i adore him

LMFAO BYEEEE

i was wondering why we didn't get to kiss him...makes sense. though i do wish our actions had more impact on the story and character interactions bc i'd LOVE to see their reactions to mammon and mc kissing

now i love beefing with belphie as much as the next person, but i have to admit that this is adorable. beel being happy is what makes belphie happy, and lucifer was the first one to pick up on it.

belphie being happy in a world where the great celestial war never happened is what makes beel happy. they love each other so much man i'm gonna cry

if only we got a lilith design....

HAVE WE SEEN SATAN'S ANGEL FORM BEFORE ??? AM I MISREMEMBERING ??????

he's so pretty i'm gonna kms

brb time for me to cry in a corner

beel's happiness is also wishing that satan was around before the war so he could've experienced all the moments he missed

i really hope the devs let satan keep these memories bc idk what i'd do with myself if they just magically went away. i doubt they'll let him, though, and that hurts

??? why did they add this 😭😭

imagine lucifer's moment of bliss is mc falling to their death /j

:((((((((((

honestly i knew this is what his moment of bliss was gonna be. gotta love the old man and his complete and utterly adoration for his children

mammon saying "you just wub your family" has SEVERE "bester big brudder" energy

also raphael showing up at the end of the lesson was great and all but WHERE IS MICHAEL

double also, only their souls being in babel is a very interesting concept. maybe it's bc they're fallen angels, or maybe this is just the protocol for everyone who visits, bc i'm not sure if mc's soul and body are separated

(i didn't have enough room on the post to take more screenshots)

[lil-vibes]

THIS IS SO GOOD WHOLY SHIT IM OM NOM NOMING IT WITH A GLASS OF COLD WATER LINE BY PRECIOUS LINE HSHFHAKFJAGGRRRR

op i love love LOVE the way u write its so poetic and pretty and i feel like im watching a sad eddit of a great movie and feeling profound heartache

might not have a single clue of the og story but i Dont Need context to love what uve written 😌

need me a fem! skk ballet and/or figure skater au so bad yall dont understand

[churipu]

୨ INTO THE IPINVERSE ୧˚

✮ ⋆ 1K MILESTONE EVENT ˚｡��

a note from me to you. first and foremost, there are 1.000+ of you following my account — reading my works, liking, and reblogging them. i don't even know what to say; this is such an honor to me, i'm very very thankful to every single one of you. i'd like everyone to have a big fat kiss on their forehead.

i never expected a silly little blog that i started because i was delusional is now on 1.000 followers? brb, sobbing a little bit. the messages i have received about how my works are able to help you in many different ways makes me so happy, and i'm glad what i write can be of a help. thank you to everyone who has interacted with me, i hope that in the future we'd be able to interact more (i cannot start convos please bear with me).

once again, thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to reach 1.000+ followers. i love you all so much, and you guys mean a lot to me, mwah mwah.

✮ BOARDING YOUR FLIGHT. . .

regarding this milestone, i'm going to be making an event. it is quite simple, i will be listing down a set of dialogue prompts — whereas you lovelies can choose one and match it with a jjk character. choose, pick, ask. easy, right?

all you have to do is choose a prompt that is to your liking, pick a character, and fly right to my askbox (it is alright if you have additional information to your requests!).

i'm going to strictly have one prompt for one character, and the system goes first come first serve. so if your requests aren't done, it means that somebody had taken either the prompt or the character, or even both. sorry :(

✮ CHECKING YOUR TICKET . . . prompt list !

"how do i know if i'm in love with someone?" "you want to kill everyone who gets near them." "oh, shit."

"i hate you." "say that again?"

"okay, listen — you're pretty, and i'm cute..." "don't even start with me." "we'd be pretty cute together!"

"quick question, how much blood do i have to let out to be deemed hospital worthy?" "a lot." "oh, well — that's not good."

"after this confession, can we stay as friends? pretend like i never said anything."

"you're pretty." "what?" "i said you look shitty." "i haven't slept for like — two days, give me a break."

"baby, listen to me. you're definitely gonna fail this test, but it's okay — i will still love you."

"i love you, like so so much. more than food." "you're drunk."

✮ TICKET APPROVED . . . characters !

gojo satoru . geto suguru . nanami kento . toji fushiguro . itadori yuuji . megumi fushiguro . choso kamo . sukuna ryomen

✮ HAVE A SAFE FLIGHT . . .

© IPINVRSE 2024 , DO NOT COPY, REPOST, MODIFY ANYWHERE ELSE. THANK YOU.

[quodekash]

I didnt get enough sleep last night but its not my fault qtoey fuckin kissed

hes literally the most babygirl in this entire show

HIM FRANTICALLY CLEANING UP I LOVE HIM SM

I love this more than I can ever possibly describe

it's so silly

so goofy

HES SO GOOFY

they should kiss again I think

babes your voice just got three octaves higher, do better at lying next time

who the FUCK is this guy and why is he being introduced in episode 7 of 16 (apparently 16??? it's wild that this show is supposed to be 16 episodes long (according to mdl?) cos we're not even halfway through the show and 2 out of 4 of the main couples have officially kissed, and 1 is officially together. which is insane when you think about how msp is 12 episodes long and tinngun didnt properly kiss til thE END OF THE LAST FUCKING EPISODE)

(no im never getting over this, they COULD have counted 67 FUCKING TIMES throughout the show and they fucking DIDNT)

anyway this guy is probably gonna be a main part of the drama that's gonna go down in order to keep this show long enough 😭

why cant we just keep the light and fluffy show as it is and keep spreading joy and dopamine straight to my bones

two adorable little munchkins standing next to each other

theyre my sons

THAT LITTLE GIGGLE I CANT

whAT rEAlLY???

he asked if he could hit on you, then asked if he could KISS you, AND THEN YALL FUCKIN MADE OUT IN A HAUNTED HOUSE

AND THEN WHEN YOU SAW HIM TODAY, HE MADE SILLY KISSY LIPS AT YOU

so I suggest you all give up on this "plan", and change to this real plan: march up to him, ask him out, plant a kiss on his cheek, take your fuckin artist easels and canvases to a fuckin beach at sunset, paint and make out

oml pun's an astrology girlie

HOLY FUCK ITS HAPPENING

what the fuck no why does it look like its gonna get angsty, I cant do this :(

dont make me watch toey sob, I dont want that, I want them to make out again :((

im so confused dude why is he so angry

I genuinely dont get it

I mean im watching at 2x speed so I can get through this quickly so I might've missed some dialogue somewhere or smth, but still

why's he angry

idk why he's angry but I do know one thing: satang is too fucking good at portraying anguish

im too tired to process words so im not entirely sure what he means but I think it sounds poetic so we're gonna go with that

(ahem) THATS SO BEAUTIFUL WTF

WHAT THE FUCK

brb just gonna rip my fucking SOUL out

"its like im sitting in a vast grassy field with a gentle breeze under a bright sky" OKAY WTF ARE THE GMM WRITERS READING MY TUMBLR POSTS OR SMTH

THATS LITERALLY HOW I DESCRIBED THE WAY WIN PROBABLY FEELS ABOUT SOUND

its why his heart doesnt beat fast for sound, he just doesnt have that kind of crush, its more of a relaxing crush, like a gentle breeze

ill fucking find the post if I can

I literally wrote an extended metaphor poem combined with a fic about it

what the fuck dude

if they're watching my posts then why havent they given us my satang and perth siblings agenda yet

and where is the markford series

gmm I know you're looking at this, answer my fucking questions guys

I LOVE THEIR FRIEND GROUP SO FUCKING MUCH DUDE

they all just make me so happy 😭😭😭

okay but he didnt know you were milk frappe boy when hE FUCKING MADE OUT WITH YOU IN A HAUNTED HOUSE

theyre holdin hansssss

is what I think and want to happen about to happen

that wasnt grammar but its fine

THEYF CYKING END IT THERE??

BUT HES ALL PUCKERED UP

HES READY

ALSO THEYRE IN A SCHOOL HALLWAY AND IT WOULD BE REALLY FUNNY

WTF

I HAVE TO WAIT A FUCKING WEEK TO FEEL JOY????

COME ON MAN

oh fuck yes next week theyre goi g to a volunteer camp

volunteer camp episodes are always comfort episodes so thjis is gonna be GOOD

PUN DID IT BC HE WANTS QTOEY TO SPEND TIME TOGETHER??? BRO HE'STHE WINGMAN OF ALL TIME

well anyway I just wanna see qtoey kiss again :(

ill rewatch that one scene in the meantime

buhbye for now my friends, see yous next week