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valarie-lovely · 26 days ago

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"Quit Yelling!"

{Hey guys :3, I'm like super sick rn so like I'm gonna do this fic for the anon that suggested it! Sorry it took so long. Anyway, my winter break is almost over and I am like devastated. Hope everyone had a great New Year! Anyway, this takes place after the bathroom trap, reblogs and likes are appreciated, thank you! ♡}

Story Contains: Arguing, harsh language, mentions of truama, angst, comforting words and actions, fluff

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The look in Adam's eyes says a lot. He's mad, pissed even. He's tried being soft with you, tried being kind and emotionally there, but it hasn't seemed to work for the both of you. Every time you have a problem with his actions or what he says, you keep it inside, letting it marinate in your mind and heart. Whenever he has a problem, despite trying to talk it out like adults, he just criticizes all of your actions harshly, always picking fights with you even though he hates these arguments.

The current situation that lies here revolves around communication. He's mad because you can't seem to speak out about your feelings, which causes him to feel like he's in the dark about your emotions and how you actually feel. In all honesty, you can't blame him for feeling this way. He is absolutely correct, and he does deserve someone who can communicate their emotions thoroughly without having to act immature and keep them hidden away. Yet, you know that he also has a problem with communication, so he must learn how to own up to that as well.

"Listen, I just think you should calm down. I mean, it's clear you have a problem with everything I do, so why do I even bother anymore!? Just quit yelling, you're utterly exaushting to deal with!" You spit out, watching his anger contort into something worse. He can feel his veins fill with hot blood at your words. He's always been a bit of a hot head, yet he's different this time. You know that it's not only your communication skills that are pissing him off. It's something more. Something deeper.

"You wanna talk about my problems when you can't even talk about your own? Isn't that fucking ironic, huh!? You're such a child, you can't even talk to me. I'm so fucking sick of your stupid little attitude, your tone, your personality, everything! Fucking everything! I can't even look at you without wanting to strangle the next living thing that walks its way past me!!" Hes practically going insane over this small altercation, causing you to stare at him like he's actually lost his mind.

And then, the realization comes crashing down onto your shocked face. This isn't the same boy he was before the trap. Adam isn't the boy he used to be. That boy, the one who used to sit outside with you, smoking cigarettes and feeding cats as he complimented your pretty features, has now changed into a traumatized, scared man. What he went through, something you have no idea what it was like, fucked him over more than anything else has. Well, anything but his childhood truama. When he does actually show his emotions, they're heavy. He's never just sad or angry. He's depressed or livid. He needs help.

"Adam.. You need fucking therapy. Go and find someone who cares, because I sure as hell don't. You're a pathetic excuse of a man. You're a boy." You manage to choke out, knowing that every word that escaped your lips were pure lies. You can see his jaw unclench, definitely hurt by your sudden words of anger and sorrow. His ocean eyes look down at the dirty, wooden floor, his nose breathing in the cold air that flows around his dark apartment.

The apartment is silent for the next couple of hours. You shower under some some cold water, leaving a chill down your spine as the shower head spits out the liquid. While stepping out of the cold tub, drying yourself off, brushing your teeth, staring at yourself in the mirror with solemn eyes, you just can't seem to stop thinking about his face, his emotional eyes that make puppies jealous. You only want him to feel loved, yet your words of poison stung his deepest insecurities. You know your souls are intertwined, which makes this pain hurt worse.

Sliding on your long sleep shirt, you slip down to the floor, leaning against the wall that's slowly peeling due to the poor quality. His words linger in your mind, which causes your breathing to hitch. Warm tears sting your eyelids worse than what his words ever did. He's supposed to be your everything, but it seems like neither of you are good for the other. This can't happen, you think in your head. Something needs to change because you know you can't lose your boy.

Suddenly, a knocking sound occurs at the bathroom door. Lazily pushing yourself off the floor to reach for the knob, you turn it and pull the wooden door open. Once you do, you're met with Adam and his regretful face. He's holding his headphones and Walkman in his right hand, his left still raised against the door. "Love.. I'm sorry. I— I was thinking I could maybe brush your hair as you listened to our Playlist on here." He raises the Walkman. "I know I don't usually let people touch this old peice of junk, but I love you, and I want you to know that. I shouldn't have said those things to you, but it's really hard not to lose my temper when you don't talk to me about your emotions. Can you forgive me, babe?"

The sight itself causes you to shed more tears. He's changed into your favorite shirt of his, knowing that it's the one you like to lie against after having a bad day. He's never been the domestic type, but he's different for you. With a sniffle and a nod, you walk right into his arms, burying your sad face into his warm neck.

Sitting in bed, you have the headphones on, listening to whatever song that graces your eardrums. A brush glides through your hair as Adam holds it. Gently and calmly, he makes sure you're okay and that you feel nothing but loved and cared for. These moments are rare, so you know you shouldn't take them for granted. A sudden feeling of Adam's lips graze the back of your neck as he wraps his arms around your waist.

He slips the headphones off your ears, gently peppering your shoulder with soft pecks. "I hope you're not mad anymore. I shouldn't have said what I said. I— I have no excuse for my actions, but I hope you still love me because I know I love you. I'm going to change, so nothing like that happens again, but it means you have to change too. Talk to me. Don't hold it in. Alright?" His words fill your ears, proving his love and devotion for you.

"You're right.. I know. I'll change, love. I will. I forgive you.. Now, can you keep me close?" You ask, your eyes fluttering open and meeting his. He agrees, pulling you closer and showering your plump lips with his.

Okay! Uhm, hope you guys liked it! Likes + reblogs are encouraged. Thank you for reading :) ♡

#♡ ~ vals voice #saw 2004 #leigh whannell #adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight #adam faulkner #adam faulkner x reader #adam stanheight x reader #saw adam #adam saw #saw franchise #saw movies #adam saw fanfic #saw fanfic

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the-raindeer-king · 2 months ago

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Sorry not sorry Nikolai is not a gentle man with the people he doesn't like. And for him to not like you, you have to have done some shit

Just pleaseeese e please with me imagine Nikolai having carefully removed, folded, and set aside his jacket cause it's nice and he doesn't want blood on it. He approaches whoever (maybe someone that belittled his friends? His partner? Who knows) and he's got that semi grin on his face, calm, casual, and the next thing anyone knows, Nikolai has his fist implanted in the offending persons face, throwing his entire body into the punch and sending that person right to the ground. Big guy can pin anyone with ease, I feel that. He's also the type to get in close, casually so, friendly even before he strikes if he can. Big guy but quick with it too (will beat anyone 'in your honor' but part of you wonders if he just loves a tousle knowing you're watching the big guy winning. Like he can prove even if he's older, slightly greyer, he's still the most dangerous bastard around, so he can keep you safe.)

OH MY GAAAWWWDDDD but like hear me out....

(TW: violence)

Nikolai doesn't like having you get mixed up in business. You're well aware of his more shady practices, and you're certainly no saint yourself. Regardless, Nik likes to keep you separated, insisting it's for your own good.

But sometimes worlds collide, and you have to bother him during a meeting.

You knock on the door, waiting to be called inside. Immediately, everyone's staring at you. Some of the gazes are sharp, critical, trying to pinpoint exactly who you are. Some are curious, wondering what this intrusion might mean. And some... some are hungry, unashamedly dragging over your figure, making your skin crawl.

You feel out of place, wearing sweatpants and one of Nik's shirt. Maybe you should have gotten properly dressed, but you'd been in such a rush to find Nikolai, completely forgetting he had business today. Suddenly your reasoning for interrupting them feels less and less important as you hesitate by the door.

Nikolai waves you in. Despite the frown on his face, there's a familiar, fond look in his eyes. Your presence is a fresh glass of water compared to the vultures in this meeting, and Nikolai's always been a little too indulgent when it comes to you.

You scurry into the room, not wanting to waste any more of Nikolai's time. Not that that's how he views your interruption, but you know he's busy. You never get to tell him what you wanted to though, because when you bend over to whisper in Nik's ear, one of the other men says something in a language you don't understand.

Whatever was said couldn't have been good based on everyone else's reactions. It's like all the warmth has been sucked out of the room. All the other men are tense, eyes on Nikolai, who's expression has gone cold. If looks could kill...

The man that spoke, a weaselly looking man with shifty eyes and a gold tooth, smiles like he's made a good joke. "I am just saying. Perhaps a younger man would have taught them some manners," he continues, with an accent you can't place.

Now, Nikolai's age is no secret. He doesn't bother trying to dye out his gray hairs, and sometimes he wakes up with random aches in his body, old injuries coming back to haunt him. But he's still a powerhouse of a man, and he's not afraid to throw his weight around.

The room is silent, quiet enough to hear a pin drop, as Nikolai stands from his chair. He's swift to take his jacket off, draping it over your shoulders. It's expensive, the kind he only wears during these stupid meetings, and it's warm, the scent of his cologne lingering on the fabric. You step back towards the wall, while Nikolai makes his way around the table, rolling up his sleeves as he goes.

The other men know what's about to happen, as they scoot their chairs out of Nikolai's way until he's at the weaselly man's chair. He leans in, smiling like he finds the man's words amusing. Words are spoken, too hushed for you to hear, and when the man opens his mouth to speak, Nikolai strikes.

It's quick. It's precise. A testament of power.

The man's head flies back, snapping against the back of his chair. He lets out a garbled sound of distress, but no one steps in. Not while Nikolai is still beating his face in. By the time Nikolai is done, the man's face is unrecognizable besides the gold tooth that's visible in his whining mouth.

"вне."

All five men scramble out of their chairs, one grabbing the man that had been beat. None of them say a word, just file out the door, in a rush to get away from the beast that is your boyfriend. The door shuts with a quiet click, leaving you alone with Nikolai.

"You know I don't think you're old."

Dark eyes meet your, an amused smile on Nikolai's face. But you know this was about more that just his age. Disrespect needs to be punished, and dominance must be asserted. The business that Nikolai conducts is inherently violent, power established by taking down those above you. A dog eat dog world. Nothing and nobody gets to make a faux pas without paying for it.

"I know, milaya," Nikolai replies, pulling a handkerchief out of his breast pocket to wipe his hands off. The blood is stark against the whiteness of the fabric.

"Now, what is it you need to tell me?" he asks.

#ask box #my writing #cod nikolai #nikolai x reader #tw violence #call of duty #blah blah that hands that cradle your face are covered in blood.#sleep token got me through this one #you are an extension of Nikolai and his business partners need to respect you as they do him

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dykedvonte · 2 months ago

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write post about the tulpar crew working at like waffle house also you opinion on what brand of soap they use

Soap first:

Anya washes with dove bar soap first, cucumber cool moisture. Uses one of the Neutrogena liquid soaps like the brown rain bath. Unscented lotions or balms and a very light perfume, thinking something vanilla like or a shea butter. Over the counter cheap perfume that’s a bit to alcoholish but it suits her in a clinical way.

Curly is like high maintenance shower guy. Started because an ex put him onto it and now it's a routine. Special face soap and exfoliating hand brush, bodywash that is way too expensive but he feels dirty without it. Has like a lot of serums and a body oil lotion combo that he has that makes him smell really nice. All of it is uncommon and you need to go to a specific place to get them. Not excessive but he starts tweaking if he runs out of one mid routine.

Daisuke is just as bad as Curly. His bathroom looks like a bath and bodyworks display front. Has a bath bomb for the day, uses a like honey dew mask and soaks. Long as showers and has a teeth cleaning kit. He stare at 9 and isn’t done until 11. Cherry Blossom lotion you can smell him a miles away before you see his ass.

Jimmy uses either unscented dial or Irish springs. Maybe even like the aqua bars from dollar tree. No towel or luffa or anything just rubs his on his hands then washes with the lather. None descript deodorant, mixes with his smell in a weird way. Is the type to do it all at once in the shower, teeth, hair, nails. It’s like all jacked in a way. Shaves his razor blade rarely but thinks his shave is clean always.

Swansea uses like man scents. Sandalwood and driftwood soaps standard rag. Likes to stand in the water, cold shower guy surprisingly, his wife hates it, she never wants to shower with him. No cologne and uses like Old spice because it reminds him of his youth in a nostalgic way. Smells like old man naturally so he just smells like a freshly reupholstered chair and sweat.

Waffle House time:

Anya is the hostess super good at her job but has issues because the waiter is shit and the kitchen is run worse than dashcon. Has ignored a family to rearrange one stack of menues and trips on the grease stains a lot.

Daisuke is the waiter and bus boy and tends to talk and forget about his tables. Once sat and ate off a customers plate with them, whether they enjoyed the company or not doesn’t matter this is a Waffle House

Curly is the manager and is usually dealing with complaints and files in the office. Has had to facilitate more fights after Jimmy was hired but business has improved subsequently…

You’ll see him crying in a booth but he’s real good at acting normal for the customer. Sits with costumers to and it’s awkward cause he’s way too nice to be there.

Jimmy’s the supervisor and cook. He makes the shittiest food that only tastes good if ur coming in shitfaced at like 2 am. Hears a complaint and comes out grease pan in hand ready to “take criticism”

Swansea works there but what he does is between him and god. Sits in a booth playing solitaire and if you come and ask him for anything he mentions how I he did his time for this shift and he’s on an extended break. Treats the fights like a show and dinner.

They stay open even if they actually reach Waffle House’s huricxan threshold

If Curly or Swansea come in to break up a fight everyone scatters like rats

They all chain smoke and hide it from each other. Only Curly really cares because someone (Jimmy) is smoking in the kitchen. Yes he’s blowing it onto the food.

The crash was Jimmy putting ice in the air fryer and it did hurt Curly but like he’s regularly fine they just put him in the office cause there’s still the hurricane outside

I feel like they are in like West Virginia idk just seems isolated enough. I like the idea this could only happen if they are all southern

The restaurant is infested with many things but the health inspectors can’t rip the B rating off so they just say fuck it

Combined with the soap I think the safest thing to eat at the Waffle House is like ice from the bin but by the time it gets to ur table it likely has like mold spores on it.

#mouthwashing #ask #catstew #I think Jimmy can cook better but he’s being on brand #he’s taken a customers plate and ate it himself #I’m not taggin everyone

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3xen · 1 year ago

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just for you; g. s genji is rushed to your operation room, believing it'll be dr. ziegler to operate on him.

n. wrote this on three hours of sleep w school tmr, and i actually liked it sm! idk yall, im getting back into my game plz bare w me.

c. first meeting, mentions of mercy (angela), lowk crack

“we have a patient in critical condition. he needs to be treated immediately.” god, angela where are you when i need you most? you double-take the patient in the gurney—genji shimada. his name had appeared more than once on your files. but never once was he sent to your aid. dr. ziegler was his primary doctor since she maintained most of his records and regular check-ups.

the assistant rolled the gurney into the room. “please, notify dr. ziegler of mr. shimada’s status. im sure she’d want to know.” i inform, inspecting the patient with a cringe. his visor is damaged with a dent, wires sprouted from his shoulders, and his left lower limb seemed just too far out of place.

“will do ma’am, ill be here if you need me.” the assistant left—leaving a tense silence in the air.

“shimada, are you alright in there?”

“im alright.” his words came out strained, almost as if he felt the physical pain being done to his body. you acknowledged that. as you moved to his side—determining how to treat the damages, he spoke in a soft voice. “is dr. ziegler unavailable?” and it made you wince.

“she’s been transferred to overwatch headquarters in switzerland. i am so sorry.” he gave you a quiet hum—observing you through his visor. you looked attractive, beautiful, and it really intrigued him. you spoke in that angelic voice, had observant and quiet motions—he couldn’t wait to bury angela with queries.

“your cooling system must have been tattered with. the wires don’t usually come out like this do they? reattaching your limb should be easy.. but, your wiring is jumbled—it’ll take a lot of time to install it properly,” in deep concentration, you furrow your brows, crossing your arms over your chest, and then sighed. “and, you must have suffered quite a blow to your face.”

“ah, just a boulder. nothing special.”

operations on flesh and bones were completely opposite of cybernetic and robotic parts. there was really no easy way to work around any mechanical part that ran on a code—not without guaranteeing its success.

you stifled a quiet groan—turning away from your patient. you couldn’t admit to him you’ve never worked on a half-cyborg—actually, no one has in the nepal headquarters!

“doctor?”

“sorry, lets get to work right away.”

you whisked tools in your hands from around the room—useless or not, you placed them on a moveable cart. “we’ll start on your leg, then work our way up.”

as the operation began, you worked attentively. this must have been your most daring task yet.

“doctor,” genji cooed once.

“ye-yes..”

genji cooed again—not being able to make out your coherent words. “doctor.” and it didn’t take long before you sprang up.

“yes!”

“you are too focused. it makes me worry.” wasn’t that a good trait of a doctor? i pulled back, blinking twice at a loss.

“i suppose you are right..” you directed your eyes toward him. “ive never worked on a specimen like you.” you unconsciously lowered your head.

“a cyborg?” you nod.

“only dr. ziegler specializes in those preposterous things..” genji chuckled, causing you to perk up.

“you seem informed about it all.”

“she only taught me a few things. ive also worked on cassidy’s cybernetic arm aswell. thats my only experience.” genji stared in awe—you picked up fairly quick.

when he arrived at nepal headquarters—wounded, he expected dr. ziegler. his visits with her were short—she was a busy woman, he knew. and when he found himself being in a room with someone other than her, he accepted his fate of chaos and disaster.

“how long are you stationed here?”

“about 2 months or so.. they want me back in zurich as soon as possible.” genji nodded in acknowledgment. really, he was intrigued.

#𓂃ᰔ xen writes #overwatch 2 #ow2 #overwatch 2 x reader #overwatch x reader #genji shimada #genji x reader #genji shimada x reader

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ask-sebastian · 2 months ago

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Movement in her peripheral made Allegra glance up. The comings and goings of Sallow’s owl were a familiar sight, but her usual silent glide across the common room was now accompanied by several more beats of her wings as she manoeuvred the corner and up the stairwell. Allegra frowned but returned to her essay.

A quarter of an hour later, the tawny returned, though, in her path towards the dormitories, she momentarily swerved to one side before righting herself. Allegra gasped and snatched her wand from the table, ready to shoot off a cushioning charm had the owl actually careened. Her brow creased as she watched the owl — Iris, Allegra suddenly recalled from past conversation — pass overhead.

She knew Sallow’s owl was hard-worked. A fact she had tried to assuage by procuring treats for Iris back when- well, before. The witch tutted, swept up parchment and quill with a swish of her wand and hurried for her room.

Whilst her own owl, Axl, delivered both post and the Prophet daily, he had infinitely more free time than Iris. And it showed. The hawk owl was getting rounder in the middle since he had stopped flying long distances between the Nordics and Britain. Allegra also suspected that it was due to the abundance of prey in the Highlands, though Axl knew better than to bring any of his prizes into her presence. She crossed her room, where he was already surveying her sharply, and shot him an apologetic smile.

“Just temporarily? For a fellow owl?”

She soothed his beak with the back of her fingers and let him peck a grasshopper gum from her palm. Still, Axl trilled in displeasure and puffed out his wings, which made Allegra grin at the sight. After a moment, he nipped at her fingertip and then stuck out his leg. Clever bird. Allegra hastily drafted a note and tied it loosely to Axl's outstretched leg. The owl gave her one last reproachful look and took flight a short way across the stairs.

When Sebastian left his room, Axl was atop the ornate console table opposite the door. He gave the wizard a flat, bored hoot as if to say, “I am now of service”, his unamused expression strangely reminiscent of his family’s young mistress. The strand of parchment around his leg read:

For your owl’s sake. And Axl needs the exercise. A.F.

Sebastian ignored the feral screeching and loud crash behind the door as he cast the last of his anti-niffler wards around the entrance. He turned, only to abruptly stop under the flat stare of an owl awaiting him across the landing.

It blinked slowly, giving a low, insouciant hoot, and Sebastian braced a hand against the doorframe, head hung low between his shoulders as he expelled a long sigh towards the floor.

What now?

Sebastian composed himself — cleared his throat and straightened his spine as he rolled and squared his shoulders.

Cast a quick scourgify over his coat, though he anticipated it did little to help the lingering odour.

Smoothing his fingers through his hair again, one critical brow flicked upward as he stepped closer and silently assessed the messenger perched on the table. After a protracted moment, he hummed thoughtfully.

That particular air of imperious apathy was oddly familiar.

The handsome bird stuck out his leg expectantly, and not wanting to further rile of any more wildlife that evening, Sebastian took the proffered note. His brow rose curiously at the initials. Allegra's soft spot for creatures was commonly known (he was under the distinct impression that she preferred them to any human counterpart), and whilst it was obvious that she was doing it for Iris's and Axl's benefit, he hardly expected his fellow Slytherin to skirt so close to granting him a favour. Certainly not out of kindness given their frosty relations.

"Axl, is it?" Sebastian remarked casually as he folded the bit of parchment into a tidy square. His pile of letters never seemed to decrease, and Iris could do with the extra help. The school owls were officially a lost cause and he was not the impractical sort, but that did not mean he would blindly trust the owl of someone with such open dislike for him. Even if said antipathy was (begrudgingly) deserved.

"Should I employ your services, then I trust none of my post shall be diverted along the way."

It wasn't really a question and the owl didn't answer.

Typical.

"Well, I don't have any deliveries for you at the moment, so you can return to your mistr—" Sebastian voice fell away as he tucked his hands in his pockets and his gloved fingers found the velvet pouch. He quickly raised a hand for Axl to wait as he pulled it from his pocket. He rolled it around in his palm in quiet contemplation.

An anonymous delivery by an owl not of his own.

A satisfied smile ghosted across his lips as he offered Axl the pouch.

"To the care of Cassandra (@ask-gryffindors), Head Girl. Gryffindor Tower."

#ask-sebastian #hl rp #adallegra #cassandra

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mikasa-stan · 3 months ago

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I said some criticisms about EreMika and I watched the cabin scene again. I do think it's cute, especially when they hold hands while running away. Season 4 was about them. But I am still not convinced when he treated her so badly in season 1. I know 3 seasons have passed and I may still not moved on, but.. where was the ship's foundation? Besides the scarf scene, cause it was Mikasa's POV. But Eren did stopped and stared at that scene again in the memories, it could be romantic feelings.

But my problem with the final arc, is that Eren is suddenly shown to have feelings for Mikasa when we didn't see that in season 1-3. Some people say that he cared about her, so that means he's in love with her. No, that's just caring in general. They provide proofs like when Eren gave Mikasa the scarf after she fell asleep. He even asked her to throw it away. I don't see EreMika as romantic when it's only from Mikasa's perspective.

Season 4 EreMika could have been better if there were actual hints that Eren had the same feelings for her from the first season til the end. It's like the show is tricking me that Eren is in love with her from the beginning, making me forget what he did to her in season 1. I will not romanticize that shit. I hate Mikasa with her whole "I can fix him" thing. She waited for 9 years for Eren to reciprocate her feelings. I mean she can still care about him but I don't seem to understand in the romantic way. The show doesn't make it clear what she sees about Eren. Yes, the scarf scene did, but was that the only one? What personality did Mikasa like about Eren? And same question to Eren, what does he like about her? Is he in love because he knows how Mikasa cares? I don't get it. Well, I did before, but that's because it was self-projection and it was unhealthy for me to romanticize someone that doesn't even like me back.

Mikasa deserves better. In fact, I think she should go with other guys than Eren, so she can make some comparison. That's why I think Armin is better for her. They've been together for years and they are better for each other. Armin can make Mikasa a better person and more independent, he can make her more emotionally strong. Armin can show Mikasa a better world and he has positive vibes more than Eren, throughout the whole series. He even smiled at her in the beach scene, they were happy for each other. Armin also defended her when Eren was saying some bullshits to her. I know the words he said were false but it's sad that was their last conversation, in their real world (not the paths bc they forgot about that before going to kill him). Eren still hurt them even when he's lying.

EreMika is mostly tears and anger. It's not even a tragedy in my eyes when Eren could've treated her better in season 1 or if he could've shown his feelings for her.

#anti eremika #arumika #arumika is way better

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dearreader · 8 months ago

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hello! welcome back to my FMA Characters as Taylor Swift albums!!! please note this was written before ttpd dropped. previous albums are here:

debut, fearless (taylor’s version), speak now (taylor’s version), RED (taylor’s version), 1989 (taylor’s version), 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒌𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆

now, let’s discuss the 13 20 21 22 sleepless nights from taylor’s past:

Midnights

Roy Mustang

- this isn’t a surprise is you follow me considering how often i’ve gone crazy over how roy coded antihero is

- the concept of the album is 13 midnights from taylor’s past that she’s revisiting. though the album feels more like a conversation between taylor’s relationship to fame and her personal life AND from very recent events of finding out when certain songs were written (jack antonoff you petty as bitch i love you) the album has a deeper meaning. while still about 13 nights from taylor’s past it also feels like it’s her trying to find a way to save her current relationship and she’s doing that by looking back at old relationships and how’s those failed/ended or started to understand what is going wrong now.

- it also feels like a threat at times to yogurt boy (ex boyfriend i won’t name) that she can leave though it’s clear she doesn’t want to leave. she wants to make this work because of all he did to help at her lowest of lows and helped show her a different aspect of life she could have. but her partner isn’t giving anything. and she is slowly dying.

- …

- alright now that i’m done with my rant, that very well be edited later because we’re getting new taylore by the fucking day and it’s changing perspectives on EVERYTHING, we can move on

- this album has been criticized for not having as deep of lyrics as her previous two albums (cause people are fucking idiots and can’t read anything past a pop beat ((STARES AT AYHTDWS))) but the album is still full of great lines and songs that show us different sides of taylor.

- i do however think that based off how the album is presented and shown it feels very roy coded. with the album showing different sides of taylor and her past regrets and knowing just how different her life could be if she did just one thing differently (john mayer i am in your fucking walls). this resonates a lot with roy’s character and what we know about his life

- most notably the song anti-hero is roy coded as hell. a monster of your own making and the deep fear of driving the person you love away because of your own hands… that’s roy baby!

- but that theme carry’s over into several other songs such as midnight rain or you’re on your own kid. and while those songs are different stories and from a female perspective, there is still a voice of loneliness in them and your past decisions haunting you and being unable to escape it. that you had wanted of this one thing for so long but now that you got it you fully see the damage it has done not only to you but others and now have to live with the decision. this comes through for taylor as her wanting to be famous and her disliking of celebrity life as she doesn’t see herself as human anymore, while for roy he views himself as a monster for his previous actions and is doing everything he can to try and right his wrongs

- both have a similar view of themselves but also feel like this is their own fault. they both made their bed now they must lie in it.

- so i wander through these nights/i prefer hiding in plain sight/this fourth drink in my hand/these DESPERATE PRAYERS OF A CURSED MAN!/spilling out to you for free…/but darling darling please you wouldn’t take me word for it if you knew who was talking…/if you knew where i was walking…/to a house, not a home, all alone cause nobody’s there…/where i pace in my pen and my friends found people who care…/no one sees you lose when you’re playing solitaire

- (of course user dearreader assigns sad little meow meow as dear reader)

- everything i touch becomes sick with sadness…

- all of me changed like midnight rain/he wanted it comfortable i wanted that pain

- i have this thing where i get older but just never wiser

- sometimes i feel like everyone’s a sexy baby and i’m a monster on the hill/to big to hang out slowly lurching toward your favorite city/pierced through the heart but never killed/did you hear my cover narcissism i disguise as altruism like some kind of congressman?

- do you see the difference? i love how riza walked several steps behind roy while still protected him. riza doesn't put roy in the basement. she’s not afraid of his shine. she lets him bejeweled.

- there are love songs on here that i’ve already talked about being royai coded in their own posts and or me feral posting about royai (labyrinth, sotb, sweet nothing, lavender haze, etc.) and like… yeah that’s there.

- also, while i don’t view the song in this way, it has been pointed out to me how you’re losing me is very Roy vs. Envy coded and i have to acknowledge that here but not in my own heart cause if i do that then ill lose my mind over the song even more than i already do.

- but, that’s my ted talk. thank you all for coming and reading these posts! and remember:

#kelly babels #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist (taylor’s version)#roy mustang #royai #taylor swift #midnights #midnights 3am edition #midnights late night edition #midnights till dawn edition #midnights 4 am cup of coffee edition #kelly listens to music

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melishade · 1 year ago

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Number 9?

This ask game

Optimus, Gabi, and Porco imprisoned in the Dark Timeline

Optimus lost track of how long he had been Shockwave's prisoner. How long ago was it since he had been captured? How long he has been bound to the berth by his arms and legs.

He could still feel energon leaking from his wounds. He could still feel himself losing his sanity. Not once has he been allowed his own quarters to mull in. All he could do was try his best to memorize Shockwave's schedule. Despite begging and pleading from both him and Gabi, Porco was taken for constant experimentation. And when he returned, he looked worse for wear, taking hours to regenerate from his injuries. Very rarely was Gabi taken for experimentation, but Shockwave would constantly scan her for her vitals, scaring the girl and causing her to tremble. Optimus could tell she was no doubt fearing the worst.

But despite his predicament, Optimus was still trying to find a way out of here. Memorizing Shockwave's schedule, taking peaks at Shockwave's notes while he was in the room, taking note of Shockwave's placement of Gabi and Porco's containers, taking additional note of the health of the humans. He knew he would have to escape with the humans before their conditions became critical. Even after advocating for more rations, Shockwave neglected their health, defaulting to the logic that he could transfer Porco's power, or turn Gabi into a titan.

Shockwave's methods were sadistic and monstrous. Why weren't they able to find him on Cybertron? Why didn't they find a way to apprehend him before Unicron? Why did Unicron have to mess up everything?! Why did-?!

"Optimus." Optimus heard a weak croak call his name. He turned his helm to see Gabi staring at him through the glass container that she was in. The poor girl was huddled into a ball to try and keep herself warm while also making herself small.

"Are you okay?" Gabi asked him.

"I am...," Optimus trailed off. He wouldn't call this situation 'okay', but he had to provide some reassurance, "Functional. Are you alright?"

"What a shitty question to ask." Porco seethed from his prison.

"I'm...not okay," Gabi confessed with a whimper.

"I am sorry," Optimus apologized to her, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Could you...," she began, "Tell me another story? Like the Primes?"

"Why the hell would you want to listen to that?" Porco grumbled.

Optimus felt sympathy for her. She wanted another distraction. She desperately wanted another distraction. "I do have a tale about the Quintessions, if you wish to hear."

Gabi raised her head at that. "Quintessions?"

"A strange entity," Optimus continued, "It was an organism with five floating faces connected to one another with elongated claws that could fly."

"Gross," Porco commented, but it was doing the trick. Porco was thinking about something else while Gabi was more intrigued by the story than her own pain.

"Tell me more," Gabi requested.

Optimus continued to fulfill her request and told her about the Quintessions colonization of Cybertron and the ultimate revolution against them.

(Free game: 44-46,10,14, 18, 19, 22,23,26, 32,34-37,39. 20 has been asked.)

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insanelyadd · 1 year ago

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If the song fits it fits, regardless of possible embarrassment. Anyway, lets hear what songs you put together, and what your reasons are!

Oh ho ho, you just gave me a chance to talk about music, hee hee hoo hoo.

Okay so I'll start with the playlist I made for the Collector, as a heads up note about all of these playlists, I am far from done, so while they're all short right now, I will be getting around to adding more.

Through Glass by Stone Sour -

'Cause I'm looking at you through the glass Don't know how much time has passed All I know is that it feels like forever When no one ever tells you that forever feels like home Sitting all alone inside your head How do you feel? That is the question But I forget you don't expect an easy answer When something like a soul becomes initialized And folded up like paper dolls and little notes You can't expect a bit of hope So while you're outside looking in Describing what you see Remember what you're staring at is me (...) How much is real? So much to question An epidemic of the mannequins Contaminating everything We thought came from the heart It never did right from the start Just listen to the noises (Null and void instead of voices) Before you tell yourself It's just a different scene Remember it's just different from what you've seen (...) And it's the stars The stars that shine for you And it's the stars The stars that lie to you, yeah-ah And it's the stars The stars that shine for you And it's the stars The stars that lie to you, yeah-ah

I cannot stress enough that these are the actual lyrics and I did not move them around or anything, all I did was remove the repeating verses/choruses. This song came out in 2006. An absolute shoe-in to be used in AMVs for this little guy except it's a rock song from 2006 and not an indie-pop song from the last five years and it's also not popular.

I was doing my usual thing like a week or two ago where I go through a bunch of songs I heard on the radio when I was in elementary school and as I was relistening to this song I felt like I had lost my mind. I remember relating to this song a lot when I was little kid because the song is about being lonely, and I think the Collector would relate to it too. More kids should listen to rock music from the 2000s because I am deluded* and think a lot of it is good. Music critics tremble before me when they try to say nu metal is bad and I just say "Nah".

(*Yes I do have psychosis and have delusions for realsies, I can use this word)

After this it's all under the cut because this post will end up being long because I fucking love talking about lyrics and the fun little picture shows my brain makes when I hear a song that fits a character. if you don't feel like reading the Archivists playlist discussion be happy knowing I summed all of them up in one picture:

No Lullaby by Siames -

What's the meaning when you have a broken home, home, home? Where's the love when you were left on your own? So alone

The most relevant lyrics in the song are the chorus because the verses on this song are super abstract, like more than their other songs that I've heard. Final lines of the song are the above lines but instead of "so alone" it says "Who says you're on your own?" which feels like how their arc concludes in the show.

All the Best by Siames -

Let's play pretend now Don't be afraid, no Stop being worried this could be the way We are what we made up Ready for a new start Follow your dreams no other way will be that great And I'll keep searching for all the best Picture yourself in a rocket and believe you can be anything you want The meaning of our actions feeds the power of attraction, let it flow Just let it flow It's right under our noses Going through our minds With passion and devotion (with passion and devotion) Your light can be our sun

I feel the lyrics here are pretty self-explanatory. Since the band is Argentinian I'm going to forgive any wonkyness in the lyrics.

Steal My Sunshine by LEN -

Genuinely the lyrics for this song are very abstract but apparently it was written when the brother and sister of the group were having a fight. Though I think the lines "And of course you can't become if you only say what you would have done, So I missed a million miles of fun" are pretty good. Also it sort of just sounds like a song he would like.

Island In The Sun by Wheezer -

On an island in the sun We'll be playing and having fun And it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain We'll run away together We'll spend some time forever We'll never feel bad anymore

Escapism, sun motif, easy pick for the Collector. Plus the song itself has this sort of fun, laid back up-beatness to it.

Kids by MGMT -

You were a child, crawling on your knees toward it Making momma so proud But your voice is too loud We like to watch you laughing You pick the insects off plants No time to think of consequences Control yourself Take only what you need from it A family of trees wanting To be haunted (...) The memories fade like looking through a fogged mirror Decision to decisions are made and not bought But I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot, I guess not

I made a whole AMV for the Collector and King set to this song, it's a perfect fit, if I were to post all the relevant lyrics I would probably end up posting the whole song. Actually fuck it I'll post them anyways for everyone who's never heard this song.

Fine by Lemon Demon - (the sped up version)

Light is on the way, we'll be having a fun time It's such a lovely day, we should pocket the sunshine And never give it back, even if there's a heat wave We're stalling on the track, it will just be a close shave I know (I know) That in a snap, all the birds will sing I know (I know) I'm full of crap, but still Everything works out nice in the end The sun will marry the moon It'll be fine Why don't we sit back, mellow again And have a nice afternoon? It'll be fine

I feel like this is a fun song for them. Once again sun and moon imagery in the song, outwardly cheerful and bouncy in that way, but menacing at the same time.

GRRRLS by Aviva - (specifically the version that's a Collector animatic)

I can't explain it better than the video explains itself, so here's a link

Best of You by Foo Fighters -

I've got another confession to make I'm your fool Everyone's got their chains to break Holding you Were you born to resist or be abused? Is someone getting the best, the best, the best The best of you?

I think it fits thematically with the Collector breaking free from the cycle of abuse he was subjected to.

When I'm Gone by 3 Doors Down -

So hold me when I'm here, right me when I'm wrong Hold me when I'm scared and love me when I'm gone Everything I am and everything in me Wants to be the one you wanted me to be I'll never let you down even if I could I'd give up everything if only for your good So hold me when I'm here, right me when I'm wrong You can hold me when I'm scared, you won't always be there So love me when I'm gone Love me when I'm gone But when your education x-ray cannot see under my skin I won't tell you a damn thing that I could not tell my friends Been roaming through this darkness, I'm alive but I'm alone And part of me is fighting this but part of me is gone

Most annoying thing on the face of the earth when you're making playlists for child characters or siblings with terrible relationships is probably that every goddamn song you find where the lyrics are vague enough to be interpreted as a familial relationship and not romantic was probably still originally written to be romantic *strangles amatonormativity with my bare fucking hands for an hour straight*

So anyways in this context the song is about the Collector trying to reconcile their feelings about their family being shitty with their want to connect and love people and be comforted by the familiar.

Now for the playlists for the Archivists. I encourage you to look at the scroll bar on your screen. I will not judge you for looking at it and deciding you've read enough, especially since my Archivists (anyone's Archivists really) are totally made up and are basically OCs inhabiting a hole left by canon. I still have fun with them tho.

Penumbra first because she has the shortest playlist (Sorry Penny it's hard to find songs about being stressed by raising your younger siblings and being emotionally and mentally drained by stress)

Help! by The Beatles -

So much younger than today (I never need) I never needed anybody's help in any way (Now) but now these days are gone (these days are gone) I'm not so self assured (And now I find) now I find I've changed my mind And opened up the doors (...) In oh so many ways (My independ-) my independence seems to vanish in the haze (But) but every now and then (now and then) I feel so insecure

Once again on closer inspection of the lyrics I think this is AGAIN about romance. I choose to ignore it. I Do Not See It. I'm taking the implications out back and shooting them. Mainly I chose this song because it was kind of funny for everyone's playlists to be songs from the last 30 years mostly and Penny is out here like "I relate to this Beatles song which is a literal cry for help" someone save this woman (nonbinary).

Stressed Out by twenty one pilots -

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from? I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one

*putting on a very serious face* She's stressed, she yearns for the nostalgia of when she wasn't responsible for so many things. The part about making money means nothing because I don't think Collectors participate in any economy because it's implied they don't need to eat and they could probably just magic up whatever they want/need.

Dog Days Are Over by Florence and the Machine -

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers Leave all your love and your longing behind You can't carry it with you if you want to survive And I never wanted anything from you Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that

She wants to stop being so stressed out all the time but I think if she suddenly stopped experiencing it she would probably explode. Girl needs a therapist so badly. And a vacation. I like this song because when I looked up the meaning it was like "Bad days will end and things will get better one day" and the lyrics describe the incoming happiness as graphically fatal and terrifying in its approach like being hit by a fucking train in the first two lines of the song.

D.A.N.C.E. by Justice -

No need to analyze the lyrics here, I think she would just genuinely like this song and dance to it, though I think part of it is that there's a little bit of desperation in the way it's sung, like "please dance you have to dance or you will die" which is probably how she would feel if she was given time to relax like "oh wow this has never happened before, am I supposed to be afraid?"

Next I'll do Crescent because why not. "Birth" order, sure. Also Crescent's songs should be fairly easy to explain

The Pretender by Foo Fighters -

Keep you in the dark You know they all pretend Keep you in the dark And so it all began Send in your skeletons Sing as their bones go marching in again They need you buried deep The secrets that you keep are ever ready Are you ready? (...) What if I say I'm not like the others? What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays? You're the pretender What if I say I will never surrender? I'm the voice inside your head You refuse to hear I'm the face that you have to face Mirroring your stare I'm what's left, I'm what's right I'm the enemy I'm the hand that'll take you down Bring you to your knees So, who are you? Yeah, who are you? Yeah, who are you? Yeah, who are you? Keep you in the dark You know they all pretend

I mean. She's a liar, a pretender, she's keeping a secret (having their parent taken away) from her siblings. He's an evil bastard. This explanation will be the standard response to most songs in this playlist but maybe from different angles.

Dangerous by Big Data ft Joywave -

Nobody's listening when we're alone Nobody's listening, there's nobody listening, No one can hear us when we're alone No one can hear us, no, no one can hear us And I've gotta get out of here Sink down, into the dark Keep on running I've gotta get out of here (Keep on running) Sink down, into the dark You understand, they got a plan for us I bet you didn't know that I was dangerous It must be fate, I found a place for us I bet you didn't know someone could love you this much

A little bit uncharacteristically paranoid for Crescent tbh, but the song is fucking awesome and even though the most fitting part of the song is only one line "I bet you didn't know that I was dangerous" it is sung in this sort of taunting way that really has enough threatening intent to be perfect for him.

Miss Murder by AFI -

With just a look, they shook And heavens bowed before him Simply a look can break your heart The stars that pierce the sky He left them all behind We're left to wonder why He left us all behind

After reading the lyrics I have a suspicion they aren't what 10 year old me interpreted them to be about. That's alright. I can imagine the verses are about all the times Crescent has made cults to worship her (I have a HC that Collectors primarily do this as a means of acquiring samples from all the planets they visit because it's easier to convince the most advanced life on the planet that you are a god who demands tribute and getting them to mobilize for you VS going around finding all the animals and plants and whatever else yourself).

I Can't Decide by Scissor Sisters -

I've got to hand it to you You've played by all the same rules It takes the truth to fool me And now you've made me angry I can't decide Whether you should live or die Oh, you'll probably go to heaven Please don't hang your head and cry No wonder why My heart feels dead inside It's cold and hard and petrified Lock the doors and close the blinds We're going for a ride

Did I tell you guys??? Did I mention??? Crescent likes to kill people???? Most interesting part of this choice is how the truth will fool him, which is true. If she believes something that isn't true about you and makes the wrong assumptions based on that it's better for you in the long run, though continued exposure to her increases the chances that he'll eventually realize he made the wrong guess and then he'll get Very Mad about it.

Breezeblocks by alt-J -

No lyrical analysis because yeah they don't really fit but I like the song for the vibe, mainly the ending, though that sort of repetitive mania isn't really in line with how I characterize Crescent. I personally love it, this song triggers my mania sometimes and it's great.

Lone Digger by Caravan Palace -

Another one where it's less about how I write the character and more about what I think she'd like to listen or dance to. I think she would enjoy the frantic energy of the song.

You're Gonna Go Far Kid by Offspring -

Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time And turning all against the one is an art that's hard to teach Another clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd And as you step back into line, a mob jumps to their feet (...) With a thousand lies and a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes When you walk away, nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives Slowly out of line, and drifting closer in your sight So play it out, I'm wide awake, it's a scene about me There's something in your way and now someone is gonna pay And if you can't get what you want, well, it's all because of me

I feel like the picture here is clear, liar, manipulative, doesn't show her true face so she's always in disguise (metaphorically), the implication of murder/fighting. *slaps the hood of this song* This baby can fit so many of Crescent's worst qualities in it.

I Get It by CheVelle -

So you say you're ignored, as it is Well, give us your sad, sad trip You're right, I get it It all makes sense, you're the perfect person So bright, so wrong Let's all live in your imaginary life Assumed it's whether We're right, or wrong We're doomed and there's plenty for all How dare you catch me counting? How dare you call at all? How dare you call this suffering? How dare you call at all?

Crescent's inner monologue if either of the Twins voice their concerns about anything. Someone needs to hit him with a car.

Annihilation by A Perfect Circle -

It's your choice, your choice, your choice, your choice, Peace or annihilation

This song I think is originally about the American military industrial complex and nuclear war. So anyways for my dumb little OC's playlist this is basically the choice they give the people of the planets they visit if they start to get hostile. "Hey, I know things are tense but have you considered that I will boil your oceans and burn your world to ash if you don't choose to be nice?" Obviously it's also another instance of the song only really having one or two lines that strongly fit the vibe but you see the vision?

You're Going Down by Sick Puppies -

Define your meaning of war To me, it's what we do when we're bored I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop And it makes me want it more Because I'm hyped up, out of control If it's a fight, I'm ready to go I wouldn't put my money on the other guy If you know what I know that I know (...) This is hardly worth fighting for But it's the little petty shit that I can't ignore When my fist hits your face and your face hits the floor It'll be a long time comin' Bet you got the message now 'Cause I was never goin' Yeah, you're the one that's going down

Oh hey one thing I haven't said about Crescent yet is she sometimes beats the shit out of her siblings (mainly Solari who instigates it on purpose even though she knows she'll lose because it's worth it to them to get under his skin). Well when I say "beats the shit out of them" I mean it more like Crescent can get a single good solid hit in and it knocks Solari down and the fight is over. Solari has never actually been mad enough to push their luck into a full-on brawl with Crescent. If Solari actually, for real, wants to fight him then she duels him with magic instead because it's an even match-up.

Next up I'll do Solari

She also has You're Going Down, but intended from the opposite perspective, while Crescent is the singer, Solari is the listener.

The Red by CheVelle -

The red Well, it filters through So lay down The threat is real When his sight Goes red again Seeing red again Seeing red again

You might be wondering, is this another song from Solari's perspective about Crescent? No. Solari gets so mad she basically loses all control of herself, hence the destruction of property she does. If they ever got actually mad enough to actually fight Crescent for real with their hands, she would be a very dirty fighter. She sees Crescent on her missions visiting the worlds of mortals. She's watched him fight for thousands of years. Crescent has never seen Solari fight with their hands. She might not be as physically strong as he is but she would be able to have the advantage of Crescent not knowing what to expect. Plus if Satellite is there and something has made their twin THAT mad then they would join in too.

Headstrong by Trapt -

Conclusions manifest Your first impressions got to be your very best I see you're full of shit and that's alright That's how you play, I guess you get through every night Well, now that's over I see your fantasy You wanna make it a reality paved in gold See inside, inside of our heads, yeah Well, now that's over I see your motives inside Decisions to hide Back off, I'll take you on Headstrong to take on any one I know that you are wrong Headstrong, we're headstrong

Solari's mind when they're about to start shit with Crescent again. Unrelated I saw the band was marked red on my screen earlier and I was like "???" for a half second before remembering the lead singer is a dipshit loser who whines on twitter and facebook because I guess he has nothing better to do. May the miserable cretin never chart again.

Oh No! by Marina -

I just wanna change I just wanna change I just wanna change I just wanna change I just wanna change I know exactly what I want and who I want to be I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy Oh! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no, oh! One track mind, one track heart If I fail, I'll fall apart Maybe it is all a test 'Cause, I feel like I'm the worst So I always act like I'm the best

We've come to the portion of the playlist where Solari is consumed by guilt and regret. It's actually not separated like that, I'm just saying these lines speak to how she wants to change who she is as a person because she realizes she doesn't like who she currently is. Not that Penumbra or Crescent would know she's trying to get better, because Solari doesn't respect either of them and does not put in effort into improving herself for them, she's doing it for her little brother, the Collector. Even if she never gets to see them again.

Bother by Stone Sour -

Wish I was too dead to cry My self-affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater You don't need to bother I don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther But once I hold on I won't let go 'til it bleeds Wish I was too dead to care If indeed I cared at all Never had a voice to protest So you fed me shit to digest I wish I had a reason My flaws are open season For this, I gave up trying One good turn deserves my dying

I did mention they are being eaten alive by guilt and regrets right? This is for when Solari is having a bad time in her head.

Riot by Three Days Grace -

If you feel so empty So used up, so let down If you feel so angry So ripped off, so stepped on You're not the only one refusing to back down You're not the only one, so get up Let's start a riot A riot Let's start a riot

Solari is ready and back to being angry. They totally would incite a riot if they felt like they had a good enough reason to start one.

Fine Again by Seether -

And I am aware now Of how everything's gonna be fine One day, too late, I'm in Hell I am prepared now Seems everyone's gonna be fine One day, too late, just as well I feel a dream in me expire And there's no one left to blame it on I hear you label me a liar 'Cause I can't seem to get this through

Just kidding it's Solari Emo Hours again. The only line in the song that doesn't really apply are the lines about staying sober because I HC that there isn't really any chemical that has any effect on Collectors like that. Anyways this is Solari being like "Wow the two older siblings were able to just go back to pretending everything is fine after getting rid of our baby sibling what the fuck."

These next three songs Solari shares with Satellite so I'll talk about why I chose them for both.

Send the Pain Below by CheVelle -

I liked having hurt So send the pain below Where I need it You used to beg me to take care of things And smile at the thought of me failing But long before having hurt I'd send the pain below I'd send the pain below Much like suffocating Much like suffocating (...) You used to run me away all while laughing Then cry about the fact 'til I returned But long before having hurt I'd send the pain below I'd send the pain below

This is a bit messy but whenever the lines say "You did this" that's a perspective shift for the line from the twins' perspective to The Collector. Basically another song about the twins regretting being shitheads to their baby brother.

Breaking The Habit by Linkin Park -

Memories consume Like opening the wound I'm picking me apart again You all assume I'm safe here in my room Unless I try to start again I don't want to be the one The battles always choose 'Cause inside I realize That I'm the one confused I don't know what's worth fighting for Or why I have to scream I don't know why I instigate And say what I don't mean I don't know how I got this way I know it's not alright So, I'm breaking the habit I'm breaking the habit tonight

I'm going to assume some of this song is about some type of addiction. I'm disregarding that. Anyways the part about behavioral issues and not knowing why you act the way you do does align with the twins, and I mentioned it previously with Solari, about her trying to get better for the Collector, if he ever returns, but the same applies to Satellite. Though Satellite is at least attempting to practice this with Penumbra and Crescent. It's kind of difficult because they're so afraid of both of them, and Crescent avoids talking to them whenever he's actually around.

Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men -

I don't like walking around this old and empty house So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear The stairs creak as you sleep It's keeping me awake It's the house telling you to close your eyes And some days I can't even dress myself It's killing me to see you this way 'Cause though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore There's an old voice in my head That's holding me back Well, tell her that I miss our little talks Soon it will be over and buried with our past We used to play outside when we were young And full of life and full of love Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear 'Cause though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore Don't listen to a word I say (Hey) The screams all sound the same (Hey) And though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore You're gone, gone, gone away I watched you disappear All that's left is a ghost of you Now we're torn, torn, torn apart There's nothing we can do Just let me go, we'll meet again soon Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around I'll see you when I fall asleep

Yeah it's basically the full song. Once again the lyrics were vague and I had to dig around to find out it was written with romance in mind but I am sending my fucking mind beams out and blowing that up. Anyways tell me this couldn't be about Satellite and Solari's guilt for how they treated their little sibling and the last verse here where they "watched you disappear" is about when the Collector was imprisoned, and the torn apart bit is how they feel about their family. I might not identify as asexual anymore (further testing necessary I'll get back to you all on this if it turns out to be true) but I am still going to be fucking grabbing songwriters in my mouth and violently shaking them. Please can you just write complex interesting relationships into songs without being "OH YEAH IT'S ROMANCE" man there's other types of love. Please. I am on my fucking hands and knees.

*double checks playlist* Oh shit Fine Again by Seether is also on Satellite's playlist. Same explanation applies. Don't feel like moving shit around and adding accommodations in the existing text, I've been working on this for four hours because I have severe ADHD and I am dogshit at prioritizing anything.

If you get this far comment on the post about my brave stance that if a candle smells good enough I would eat it. It hasn't happened yet but my toasted coconut s'more candle tempts me every fucking time I smell it.

Anyways now it's Just Satellite

Unwell by Matchbox Twenty -

Hold on, feelin' like I'm headed for a breakdown And I don't know why But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell I know, right now you can't tell But stay a while and maybe then you'll see A different side of me I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired I know, right now you don't care But soon enough you're gonna think of me And how I used to be, me

Fun fact I actually listen to this song when I feel like I might be about to have a bout of existential terror or some other flavor of mental breakdown and singing along to it calms me down. Obviously, Satellite would be able to relate about feeling gripped by a nebulous madness that Changes You when it hits. I actually have an idea for what I might have unintentionally gave them. Like. This is buried deep enough no one will hit it.

Anyways like a few days after I wrote my fucking long ass post about the Archivists and Collector's relationships and related HC and shit I began wondering. "Am I Autistic??" Asked a friend who is autistic and has ADHD at the same time (like what I would have if the answer to this wonder is yes) and she gave me some things to read about it and I was like "oh my fucking god this is literally all me." and then, because I'm some type of menace freak and I reread my posts that I like frequently, I reread my post about the Archivists and shit and I was like "Ah fuck are they all autistic??? I knew I couldn't write neurotypical people because I have literally never been one but seriously??????"

Point is: I might be autistic. Mentioning it here and now because it seems like getting an actual diagnosis is going to be a huge fucking pain in the ass and won't happen for months. And I might have made the Archivists all autistic or probably other slivers of my various other mental illnesses because I am physically incapable writing a neurotypical person. Circling around to what started this tangent: Satellite absolutely has autistic meltdowns. I don't know if ADHD people get meltdowns like how I imagine Satellite gets them, but they are modeled after My Own experiences with having meltdowns. So anyways back to music analysis in relation to my dumbass little OCs.

Bound For The Floor by Local H -

Born to be down I've learned all my lessons before now Born to be down I think you'll get used to it And you just don't get it, you keep it copacetic And you learn to accept it, you know you're so pathetic (...) Born to be down I think that I've said this before now Born to be down What good is confidence?

I've actually always related this song to mental illness, ever since I was a kid, I always associated the song with the struggles of growing up neurodivergent and how it beats you down and you learn to accept it and live with it.

Words As Weapons by Seether -

All I really want is something beautiful to say Keep me locked up in your broken mind I keep searchin', never been able to find a Light behind your dead eyes Not anything at all You keep living in your own lie, ever-deceitful and ever-unfaithful Keep me guessin', keep me terrified Take everything from my world (...) Keep me dumb, keep me paralyzed Why try swimming? I'm drowning in fables You're not that saint that you externalize You're not anything at all It's oh-so playful when you demonize To spit out the hateful, you're willing and able Words are weapons I'd be terrified You're nothing in my world

Now a song for how Satellite feels about Crescent. Once again, about a person who lies and projects a self that isn't true to who they really are, and the singer is terrified of them, which fits because that's how Satellite feels about their older brother. Crescent is physically strong and gifted with weapons but her best weapon is her charisma and charm and how she uses it to manipulate people.

Keep Talking by Pink Floyd -

There's a silence surrounding me I can't seem to think straight I sit in the corner And no one can bother me I think I should speak now (why won't you talk to me?) I can't seem to speak now (you never talk to me) My words won't come out right (what are you thinking?) I feel like I'm drowning (what are you feeling?) I'm feeling weak now (why won't you talk to me?) But I can't show my weakness (you never talk to me) I sometimes wonder (what are you thinking?) Where do we go from here (what are you feeling?) I feel like I'm drowning (You never talk to me) you know I can't breathe now (What are you thinking?) We're going nowhere (What are you feeling?) We're going nowhere (Why won't you talk to me?) (You never talk to me) (What are you thinking?) (Where do we go from here?)

Now I saved this one for last even though it was literally the first song I ever started associating with Satellite because I think it really fits them. I think this is what it's like from their perspective when they have a meltdown. I don't really know how else to describe it so I guess I'll break this down line by line because sunk cost fallacy at this point why not.

"There's a silence surrounding me" in my own experience with meltdowns, which is what Satellite's are based off of, I find that all the blood rushes to my ears and I sort of lose the ability to recognize sound?

"I can't seem to think straight" probably self-explanatory but in my experience I stop having coherent thought and kind of only think in impulses.

"I sit in the corner, and no one can bother me," though this wasn't always the case (like when you're a child experiencing this you don't really understand what is even happening, and you develop this later in like when it's more like "ah this shit again") you will typically try to remove yourself from the situation that is causing you the distress that makes you have a meltdown in the first place.

"I think I should speak now, I can't seem to speak now, My words won't come out right" this could either be interpreted as a meltdown where you just shut down and stop talking or a meltdown where you fucking scream, I tended to have ones where I would just scream, but that might be because when I get the other way I end up crying silently instead so I might have filed those moments away as just normal "I am sad" moments?

"I feel like I'm drowning" meltdowns can be overwhelming, and when I'm overwhelmed I tend to stop my feet and flail my arms and sort of contort myself because?? I don't know. It feels like I'm trying to escape my own body honestly. Drowning in myself.

"I'm feeling weak now, but I can't show my weakness" this shit is fucking humiliating to have happen in public and around other people man, it sucks ass.

So anyways that is my ridiculously long ass post about music and my little bastards (and baby, the Collector is only baby) that I spent FIVE HOURS writing. I am going to go wash my hands because Bad Texture, drink some water, and then get floor time which is time where I lie face down on my floor and pretend to be a dead body.

#toh the collector #the collector #toh the archivists #the archivists #I am not going to fucking tag all these bands do you want me to be here for six hours???#musical discussion #if you want to skip to the end I did a great analysis of Keep Talking by Pink Floyd #and how you could interpret it as a song about having a meltdown #answears #long post under the cut #I am not fucking kidding if you open this post Prepare Yourself #toh spoilers

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kiealer · 3 months ago

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( I saw a parallel and decided to jump for it. If it's too familiar, retreading ground already covered, or even if you're just not feeling it, feel free to ignore 💙 )

Drawn in from the conversation, Dek lingers. Their expression is difficult to place, though 'troubled' may begin to describe it.

When quiet comes, they approach Ninazu.

"I don't know you, or the one you've taken in by anything but reputation. I claim little knowledge of your critics, as well... but in you, and your quarry, I see something familiar."

Miles above, their home vessel drifted in Earth's orbit, aboard which a certain infamous insect awaited their return. They saw his progress; the subtle ways in which his interests shifted, and his personality evolved. Many others did not.

"You've taken on quite a responsibility. The effort alone is commendable... and I suspect you've already gathered that it will also be thankless. Those critics will not be your last, should your situation grow any more public. At times, it will be grueling. Maybe even hopeless."

"... I am not here to condescend you when I say this. I know the labor of working towards an outcome everyone else believes is impossible. I only ask because I believe it is the one question you must have an answer for, in a position like that which you've taken."

"If, despite everything you have done, your efforts come to nothing, and he threatens the world once more, do you have a plan... and the will to see it through to the end?"

Where she ought to be alarmed, she isn't. The unfamiliar ki should be a sign of danger, but she feels no urgency. Faced with by all means a stranger, she doesn't act -- merely listens. Her eyes widen upon their words, feeling a spark of what might be hope that someone understands. It takes all her willpower not to sob on the spot, the strain of this emotional weight far too much.

❝I know,❞ she speaks with great effort. ❝I knew this would happen from the moment I made the decision. I expected as much. I just… I guess I just didn't expect it to be so intense. I didn't think I'd have a hard time handling it. He truly has changed. Just… no one's seen it. No one wants to. I understand the bitterness and the cynicism, but… why throw away the progress of someone who's actually changed? Who's trying? Call me stupid, I don't care, but I… feel bad for him. I want to give him the best chance I can at becoming better.❞ She goes quiet, intent on hearing more of their spiel. They have an inquiry, it seems. For some reason, she finds herself tensing -- nervous. Her heart beats a little faster at the thought at what might leave their mouth.

The question causes her jaw to drop, whether to speak or because of shock, even she isn't sure. The possibility has always loomed over her, that everything she's built will be for nothing, and it will come crumbling down along with the rest of her hope. There's clear pain in her face as she contemplates. The thoughts that cross her mind, she doesn't wish to impart. Conflicts of all manner circle incessantly, but in truth, she does know her answer in an instant. Her once firm stare turns hesitant, and she withdraws that gaze. She carries a heavy burden, indeed. The weight of the world, and more.

❝I think if it came down to it… If nothing I did amounted to anything… I don't have a concise plan, but... ❞ Her fingers curl a little tighter into her palm, jaw clenching. ❝I'd want the final blow. Put an end to it all myself. Fight tooth and nail until it's all over.❞ Her voice wavers, indicative of the tears threatening to breach. ❝My ego isn't worth the lives of everyone else. I'm willing to admit when I'm wrong. If that were to happen, I'd accept the consequences, no matter what comes with them.❞ A solemn reply, but a necessary one, as much as her heart tugs her in another direction. She is soft by nature, to impose any other kind on her would be impossible. Though, she knows to be made of steel when the situation calls for it, no matter how it harms her.

She stares at the stranger for a long moment, but something has changed.

❝… Thank you,❞ she sighs, as if a ton of weight has left along with it. ❝I don't know who you are, either, but… I appreciate this. Let's both be a little bit of solace for each other, yeah? Believe that what we're doing isn't worthless.❞ Finally, she smiles. ❝I wish you nothing but the best in your endeavor.❞

#viopolis #║ ✰〳ic.#║ ✰〳asks.#║verse ✰��special : you carry a heavy weight.#[ cries bc this helped her feel so much better thank u dek #let her take you out for lunch sometime or smth ]

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vexic929 · 1 year ago

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@practically-an-x-man Merry (late late late late late) Christmas! I hope I did Jasper justice :)

Warnings: gratuitous references to 80s children's media, description of broken bones and burns, nothing particularly graphic, also Jessie swears like a sailor

Jessie belongs to me but is based on DC characters

"Fuck..." Jessie muttered, her voice modulated even through the shattered Red Hood mask.

Rain beat down hard on her body as she laid in the dark, trying to catch her breath. She'd managed to kill the bastards gunning her down but not before they'd blown up the engine on her bike causing her to crash in a spectacular fiery show. She could feel her legs were burnt beneath her pants and her left leg was sitting at an odd, unnatural angle. She needed to get up before any emergency services showed. The last thing she wanted was to be taken in by the cops and have to explain her way out of another murder.

"God dammit." She hissed as she pushed herself up to a sitting position.

She gritted her teeth against the pain and grabbed her right leg, heaving it up so her foot was flat on the ground. She did the same with her left, biting back a scream as she jarred her broken leg.

"Fucking amateurs." She spat, looking down at her ruined bike.

It was a write off for sure. She looked up as headlights cut through the darkness.

"Shit." She muttered, pushing herself to her feet.

She staggered forward but her left leg refused to support her weight at all and simply crumpled beneath her like wet tissue paper. She fell hard, hitting her head on the pavement, and repeated the expletive with a resigned sigh. The car passed without so much as slowing and she silently thanked Gotham for being the sort of shithole city where a bike on fire and bleeding vigilante didn't warrant a second glance to most people anymore. And then she heard footsteps running towards her. Damn.

Jessie freed a knife from her hip holster, ready for an attack, but relaxed slightly moments later when a petite, neon-haired person bent next to her to help.

"The fuck are you doing?" Jessie asked, more mystified than anything else.

"I saw you fall pretty hard, are you okay?" The stranger asked in a breathless, concerned tone with the slightest Southern accent.

Jessie furrowed her brow, studying them critically. They didn't appear to have any weapons, their body language was tense but not in a threatening way, and - were those scrubs under their rain jacket? Ah, so they weren't completely crazy - just at risk, knowing Gotham.

"Fucking peachy. I'll be fine, kid." Jessie replied gruffly, pushing herself up to a sitting position.

The other person reached for her arm to help support her and Jessie recoiled as if struck. They pulled back and lifted their hands as a sign of peace immediately.

"It looks like your leg is broken. If you let me, I can help you-"

"The fuck you can, Rainbow Brite." Jessie interrupted, pushing herself to her feet unsteadily. "I said I'm fine. Go home to whatever wholesome shit inspires you to play 'good Samaritan' in Gotham of all places."

This time she made it three steps before her leg tried to give out on her again. God, this night was going to be a long one. She leaned against the nearest lamp post and glared at the stranger who was still standing there, watching her with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" Jessie snapped. "I said get lost."

The stranger held up their hands in surrender again.

"Listen, I'm not trying to be a hero or anything but I can't just leave someone injured on the side of the road. Can you at least let me call for help?"

"Call who? Don't you know who the fuck I am?" Jessie asked in disbelief.

The stranger just shrugged, "should I?"

Jessie stared at them for a long moment before bursting into laughter. "You know what? Sure. Fine, kid. You wanna help so bad you can help me, just don't call anybody. No cops, no hospitals." She added the last part with a glare.

The stranger hesitated before agreeing with a small nod of their head. "Okay, deal. Can I at least help you to someplace dry first?"

Jessie shrugged and held out her arm for support. The kid surprised her by actually being able to support most of her weight as she hobbled along, cursing under her breath.

"So what possessed you to become a nurse in Gotham City?" Jessie asked casually, trying to keep her mind off the searing pain shooting up her legs with every step.

"Oh, I'm just helping out, I'm not staying." They said, shifting their grip on Jessie's arm around their shoulders. "I'm from New Orleans."

"That's a long-ass way to come just to help out." Jessie commented, rethinking her earlier assessment of the person's sanity. Maybe Rainbow Brite had a few screws loose after all.

They shrugged. "I like to help. I'm Jasper, by the way."

"Didn't ask. Don't fucking care." Jessie replied, gritting her teeth against another wave of pain.

Jasper just rolled their eyes and continued leading Jessie to a nearby abandoned building. Once inside, they helped Jessie sit down in a relatively clean area and started rummaging through their bag for something they could use to clean the injuries so they could see how bad it actually was. Before they'd found anything, Jessie had pulled out a handful of medical supplies from her utility belt.

"Just set it, I'll take care of the rest on my own." Jessie said, pouring a bottle full of water over her leg to clean away some of the blood and grit. She grit her teeth and focused on the task at hand, ignoring the concerned looks Jasper was giving her.

"Those burns look at least second degree-" Jasper started.

"I've had worse. You gonna help or not?" Jessie cut them off. The adrenaline was starting to fade now that she was no longer in immediate danger and her head was starting to throb along with the pain in her leg.

Jasper sighed but complied, tugging on a pair of latex gloves from their bag before turning their attention to Jessie's leg. The break wasn't too bad looking up close, maybe a couple of clean fractures through the femur but mostly it seemed in-tact. Or at least, there was minimal bone sticking through the skin.

"This is gonna hurt." Jasper warned, placing one hand on either side of the break. "On three. One, two-"

Jessie let out a string of expletives and squeezed their arm so hard she was certain she left bruises as Jasper set the leg back in place with a sickening crack.

"Fuck." Jessie gasped, her breath coming in short pants now. Her vision swam for a moment before focusing on Jasper's concerned face as they smeared some ointment on the burns before wrapping them up in gauze. "Told you to leave it to me." She muttered.

"You're welcome." Jasper replied dryly, standing up and peeling the gloves off. "You sure you don't want me to call for help?"

Jessie shook her head. "I'll be fine. Now get out of here, Rainbow Brite. Take your Star Sprinkles out of Gotham. They won't do shit around here."

Jasper snorted as they packed their things away and slung their bag over one shoulder. "Maybe not, but at least I tried."

#practically-an-x-man #pax ocs #jasper wilson #vexic writes #vexic lives #vexic ocs #jessie todd

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becrystalamazed · 7 months ago

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🎵We come together, state of the art, we’ll never surrender, the kids in the dark 🎶

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ID: A fanvid of the 2022 Disney gameshow The Quest, set to the song The Kids in the Dark by All Time Low. It consists of clips of the show's eight teenage contestants - known as Paladins - completing challenges, as well as clips of the characters and monsters they face.

'The kids in the dark, the kids in the dark': The clip used for the initial Paladin introductions. A pan-shot to David facing the royals, Serean aiming and drawing back a bowstring, Toshani surprised in Dravus' study, Holden in the Paladin's courtyard, Caden peering around a corner, Ava turning to face the Serpent, Myra in the Paladin's courtyard and Shaan firing a crossbow.

'The kids in the dark, the kids in the dark' - David, then Myra emerges from a portal onto a bridge separately. Serean looks curiously at her surroundings. Toshani also appears through the portal. Shaan looks around him in confusion

'Here we are at the end of a road, a road that's quietly caving in (caving in)': The Paladins, all together, stare in wonder as they walk towards a castle.

'Come to far to pretend that we don't, we don't miss': The Paladins enter the throne room, where King Silas, the Heirs and Dravus are sat. They kneel.

'where we started': The sorceress Tavora throws a ball of magic, which consumes King Magnus.

'Looking back, I see a setting sun, and watch my shadow fade into the floor': King Silas leads the Heirs, the Paladins, Dravus and Mila out of the castle as night falls, carrying lanterns to light their way.

'I am left, standing on the edge': Mila crashes into a palace wall but keeps running as a guard chases her.

'wondering how we got this far, how we got this far': Mila receives the Oracle's Orb from the Fates. She turns to face the Paladins with an expression of awe and disbelief.

'They left us alone, the kids in the dark': Serean runs through a dark courtyard. Myra jumps off a ladder and starts running. Ava turns around.

'To burn out forever or light up a spark': The Paladins run around a corner. David, Ava and Serean run through the marketplace, holding glowing Whispits.

'We come together, state of the art': David, Holden and Myra place their hands on golden handprints on a treasure chest. It unlocks and the Paladins gather around as they open it.

'We'll never surrender': Ava, in a cage, works on untying a knot as the Serpent looms threateningly over her shoulder.

'The kids in the dark, so let the world sing': Myra pulls on a rope to retrieve a glowing vial from the Lake of Lights.

'What a shame': Ava reaches toward one of the magic books in Dravus' study.

'(hey!)': The Paladins jump as the mage Dravus finds them snooping in his study.

'What a shame (hey!)': Prince Emmett ushers the Paladins away from a cauldron that erupts with foaming potion.

'Beautiful scars on critical veins': Mila removes her armour to reveal a bruised battle wound on her lower arm. The Paladins peer at it, concerned.

'Come together, state of the art, we'll never surrender, the kids in the dark': The Paladins jump and duck over the many sweeping arms of the Troll Maiden's heart machine.

'the kids in the dark. (The kids in the dark, the kids in the dark)': The Paladins practise sword drills against each other, moving back and forward. The clanging of their blades occasionally matches the music.

'Here we are at the top of the hill': Mila stares down the Dragior, a humanoid monster with antlers, covered in runes.

'A hill that's quietly crumbling (crumbling)' A sweeping shot of the Paladins holding cages containing rocks above their heads. Holden's arms give way, causing a jug to drop and shatter.

'Been a while since you dressed for the kill, the kill that sent me': David uses a hook to remove the Gem of Courage from the eye of the Witch. David removes the Gem of Strength from the hand of the Dragior. Ava removes the Gem of Wisdom from the forehead of the Serpent. Serean removes the Gem of Resilience from the chest of the Troll Maiden.

'tumbling': David is knocked over by one of the arms of the Troll Maiden's machine. Serean hits a glass jug with a morning star, sending it flying at Holden and Shaan, where it shatters at their feet. They flinch.

'Looking up': A pan-shot up to Prince Emmett and Mila looking out from the battlements of a tower.

'I see a falling star': Mila and Prince Emmett look up at the night sky, glowing with the magic of the Celestial Dome. They make eye contact, smiling.

'And watch its fire burn into the floor': Princess Adaline and Prince Emmett burst into Dravus' study, only to watch him escape through a magic mirror that clatters to the floor.

'And I am left, standing on the edge, wondering why we fall so hard': The Paladins use mirrored shields to direct a glowing green light through the battlements at night.

'Why we fall so hard': A glowing Whispit moves squid-like through the air towards Tavora.

'They left us alone, the kids in the dark': The Paladins run into a wooden labyrinth, the camera following Ava as she dodges through the twists and turns.

'to burn out forever': Serean, then David and Holden, run through the woods.

'or light up a spark': Serean uses a fire crystal to ignite the Torch.

'We come together, state of the art': Myra, Toshani and Holden give food to a beggar outside the palace gates.

'We'll never surrender': Princess Adaline consoles Myra and Toshani.

'The kids in the dark, so let the world sing': David cranks a handle to wind up a crossbow.

'What a shame (hey!)': Ava swings a morning star, smoothly knocking a jug from it's pedestal.

'What a shame (hey!)': David fires the crossbow. The quarrel hits the bullseye.

'Beautiful scars on critical veins': The armour of an injured messenger is removed to reveal the words NAGOTH NOCTUME scrawled in black paint on his inner arm.

'Come together, state of the art, we'll never surrender': Mila and Prince Cederic regroup, back to back in the middle of a battle, before attacking again.

'The kids in the dark, the kids in the dark': Ava holds the Sceptre as it glows. David removes the Sword from a stone. Serean lifts up the Torch.

'Woahhhhh': Toshani, David and Holden use a rope to move a boat across the water.

'Woahhhhh (the kids in the dark, the kids in the dark)': Toshani places a stone on top of a tower. David tries to count the stones as his tower topples.

'Woahhhhh': Holden climbs up the side of a tower, silhouetted against the sky.

'Woahhhhh': Holden uses a fire crystal to extinguish a wall of flame and takes a step forward.

'They left us alone, the kids in the dark, to burn out forever': Tavora steps into a courtyard, the Paladins surrounding her. They have their hands hidden behind their backs and the camera cuts to their faces as they stare her down.

'Or light up a spark, we come together state of the art, we'll never surrender, the kids in the dark, so let the world sing': Holden uses the magic of the Divine Crown to fight Tavora as the other Paladins encourage him. He forces her back and she is engulfed in flames.

'What a shame (hey!)': Holden, Ava and David use shields to push back some soldiers of the Dark Legion.

'What a shame (hey!)': Serean shoots an arrow into a potion bottle, shattering it.

'Beautiful scars on critical veins': Holden uses an axe to cut down Tavora's banner. It flutters to the floor.

'Come together, state of the art': The Paladins and Mila gather in a huddle. They put their hands in the middle and cheer.

'We'll never surrender, the kids in the dark, the kids in the dark': Prince Emmett, Prince Cederic and Princess Adaline hug each other.

'The kids in the dark, the kids in the dark': Prince Emmett, Prince Cederic and Princess Adaline place the Divine Crowns on their heads, before turning to face the Paladins. They kneel.

'We'll never surrender, the kids in the dark, the kids in the dark': The Paladins return home through the portal together. It closes behind them.

End ID

#Aka the entirety of Kids in the Dark by All Time Low set to clips from The Quest #I think this is my magnum opus #the quest 2022 #the quest disney+#everealm #Twil’s weird video editing #gameshows #mila my beloved <3

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