#but i dont have it in me and i would be devastated if i reached out and they was in a gc giggling abt why i would even ask
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glacialswordsman · 8 months ago
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#☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⸺ behind the scenes. ⊰ ooc ⊱#me thinking about everything with hsr yaya when he's a mourning actor#the loss of his mom and gallagher and misha and how he leaves penacony to grieve among the stars#how his songs have gone from something festive and cheery and fun to melancholic and grieving#how he sings and sings and sings until his voice goes raw and he loses it. only to repeat this whenever his voice recovers#but it's never the same as it used to be anymore due to how much he's damaged his vocal cords#how he fucking HATES the nameless & acheron. how he trusted lumine with his whole heart.#how he told her about his mother and her being a self-annihilator and the dream is basically her hospice.#only for him to lose her forever. how albedo reaches out to kaeya as a memokeeper. tries to be there for him while recording memories.#but yaya is just so jaded and numbed. he's tired. he's lost so much. he can't lose more if he keeps himself away.#he doesn't care if everything was for the greater good. what good *is* the greater good if he cannot keep someone for once.#and then i think about yaya and haitham. because holy shit ven has filled me with brainworms on their potential dynamic.#how haitham & yaya understand each other more than anyone else. how yaya is able to navigate convos with haitham just fine#and even finds him to be hilarious with his humor even if most people dont get it. dont get haitham.#how haitham can see yaya's masks and his different smiles. his different personas.#how haitham would know khaenriahn and would speak it with yaya and how much it devastates yaya in the best way.#how they send each other little gifts. how they sign off their letters to each other.#how they think of each other in their day-to-day lives#how *liberated* they both feel being near someone who understands them while also being afraid of being known#i just. im IN MY FEELINGS#IM GOING TO FUCKING SCREAM
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noblest-roman-of-them-all · 8 months ago
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Contemplating the concept of "potential" when it comes to intelligence and realizing how heartbreaking Logan's "Dreams come true, that's news to me" line in the Crofters Musical.
#screaming into the void#definitely not okay today lads#i'm finding myself grieving my intelligence and contemplating if it was ever there to begin with#when i was younger i excelled in science so everyone assumed that i was a gifted kid despite my very obvious struggles in math and spelling#i was told over and over if i could just apply myself to other subjects the way i did with science#then i would do better in those subjects and reach my full potential#my identity was hung on my intelligence for me by the adults in my life none of them even considering a learning disability#now as an adult it all feels meaningless#especially having been forced into going to college where it was made very quickly and abundantly clear that I wasn't actually gifted#i was just average#that was absolutely devastating to me and it's a thing i struggle with and i want to be angry about it but i dont know how to be#i was told over and over in childhood that i could be anything when i grew up that i could do anything if i just put my mind to it#then recieved little to no actual educational support for any of it especially when i discovered writing#and i dont know if i was never as smart as i was told i was or never even had the potential i was told i had#or if i just didnt have enough support#i dont believe in myself anymore and i dont think i was ever actually believed in by the adults in my life either#i think they would have supported me better if they had#or maybe they just didnt know how to#my dad has wondered and questioned me about where my drive ans passion went and i dont have the heart to tell him that#it evaporated when he told me i wouldn't be successful as a writer when he told me that i would only be successful by going to college#when he constantly questioned everything i did and made me doubt myself over and over again#i dont know how to combat this feeling of worthlessness that comes from feeling lied to about my intelligence as a kid#i dont know how to comfort myself in the face of realizing i probably didnt have all then potential i was promised i had#and even if i did at one point have it i lacked the support necessary to nuture and grow it#how does one grieve being promised the world only to find out that was never truly an option?#how does one become comfortable with learning and growing again when it's been made to feel unsafe#and a threat to their frail sense of identity?#how does one find peace and contentment in an ordinary life when they were promised so much more?#not just promised so much more but expected to be so much more and now feel the weight of expectation on them?#i feel like i was promised the world and told that it would be easy to conquer and when it wasnt it was due to my own fault and failings
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eshaq-albdrasawii · 4 months ago
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DONT SKIP🚨🇵🇸
I am eshaq from Gaza, 39 years old, Father of 6 children
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My friends everywhere, we are facing genocide and hunger. I know you care about us and thank you so much for your support when our little boy was born before time, only 1,2 kilos.
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My children, my wife and me need food to survive. Hunger is stronger than war. I have seven children, the oldest is 16 years old and the youngest is 22 days old. I hope you will stand by me and help me get food and milk for my children.
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They were deprived of their most basic rights as children
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a place that has seen unimaginable suffering. In a matter of moments, everything I had was taken away. My home, which held all my memories, dreams, and moments of joy, was reduced to rubble in the recent war. I no longer have a place to call home, and the security I once knew is gone. Every day is a struggle—no electricity, no clean water, and a constant sense of fear and uncertainty.
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I have lost not just my home, but also my sense of normalcy. The nights are filled with the sounds of war, and the days are spent trying to survive. I never thought I would find myself in this position, where basic human needs are a luxury. But here I am, reaching out to you in one of the most difficult moments of my life.
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I am not alone in this. So many of us here in Gaza are trying to pick up the pieces of our shattered lives. Your help means more than just financial support—it’s a message of hope. It’s a reminder that we are not forgotten. Every donation brings us closer to rebuilding not just our homes, but our lives and our future.
Please, stand with us in this dark time. Your kindness can light the way for those of us who are desperately searching for hope. Thank you for your generosity and for giving us a chance to rebuild and recover from this devastation."
Please make a donation your donation makes a huge difference
You can save a life !!
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munch-mumbles · 2 years ago
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google search how to stop turning actively ******** every work shift
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hiddendreamsstuff · 6 months ago
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Content: time called, intentional overdose, compressions, defibrillations, intubation, devastated lover.
I found you in the tub with an empty bottle on the side. Your head has slid down the side of the tub and your nose is just above the water. Your hair floats around you. I don’t know if you expected me home or not- but here I am, finding you in this state. Terror washes over me.
My initial panic quickly dissolves into action… I call 911 immediately and give them the address. I pull the drain on the tub and I lay the towel out. I put my leg in the water, shoe and all, as I reach under your arms and hug you in towards me pulling you over the edge of the tub. I would have fallen over if not for the rubber of my shoe catching me, but my phone falls into the water with 911 still on the line, as I step out and lay you down to the ground. Your perfect body is completely still and I freeze again watching as your unmoving breasts gaze back at me.
Again, I am pulled to action and find myself on my knees with my ear just above your breast, my cheek on the soft skin and breast tissue itself. It is no surprise that I hear nothing, but my terror increases. “How long have you been like this?” I think to myself, my own breathing quickening. I quickly override my fear and move to your mouth and open it while lifting your neck; with my other hand I pinch your nose and seal my lips onto yours before blowing in. It does not seem you have ingested water as the breath makes your chest rise and fall, but your wet body is glistening under the harsh lights of the bathroom.
Now the moment I have been dreading…. I straddle you and place the my heels of my hands between your nipples and push down hard on your sternum. I immediately feel your ribs bend and crack. I let out a whimper, but push myself to keep going. “One two three four five six seven eight nine ten…” I count outloud trying to keep my mind focused on the movement and not the panic.
Tears stream down my face as I continue compressions followed by more exhalations into your lungs, your chest rising into mine as I do so. I put my ear to your naked chest just to be sure there is no pulse, as if that was not obvious already. “Nothing… nothing… fuck!” I whisper. I continue pressing deeply into your chest pumping your heart, your stomach rising into my own pelvis. I realize I have no other tools to save you; the ambulance is supposed to be on its way, my phone still in the tub I can’t tell how long I have even been doing this…. “Come on baby…” I scream out loud, but think to myself “how could you do this to me?”
I continue this process for what seems like forever until I hear the sirens followed by the front door being banged in. I don't stop, even though ever muscle in my body is burning and my heart is pounding. As I am breathing into you again, a medic pushes me out of the way and puts an ambu bag on you while a woman starts pumping your chest hard and fast. It is only out of shear exhaustion that I let them take over- I dont have the strength to fight them... I fall backwards into the side of the tub at your feet and let out a blood curdling scream, which does not phase your rescuers at all.
Your body is under their control now as they begin hooking you up to the monitor with leads and they assess your airway. They quickly decide to intubate you because you have been down for at least 15 minutes, which really means I have been working on you for 15 minutes prior to their arrival... who knows how long you have really been unconscious...
The woman continues pumping until the man takes a plastic hook and places it down your throat followed by a tube. He yells, "I'm in" and the woman begins pumping again. Another medic is monitoring your heart rate on the screen. They yell out for the woman to stop compressions for a pulse check. "Not shockable. Continue compressions," they say.
The medic notices the bottle on the floor and starts to question me about how much you took. All I can do is shake my head that I don't know. "How long was she down before you called?" I shake my head again. I am totally useless now that I have stopped working on you. The medic shakes their head, "Lets try some Narcan...," they say as they take a syringe out of the bag.
The woman never stops pumping and I am mesmerized by the continuous up and down motion of the compressions. . I watch your breasts cave in towards each other with intrigue. I barely notice the man who is bagging you at this point, but see your chest inflate occasionally. Nothing feels real right now.
After the medic inserts the syringe in your arm, followed by another they say, "epi is in, narcan is in- continue compressions for 30 seconds and we will do a pulse check and switch positions". Compressions are paused and the man and woman switch places. "Okay, we have a shockable rhythm. Going to shock her at 200j!" The medic takes the paddles and places them on your chest. "CLEAR!" Your chest jumps jump off the ground, your tiny breasts peaks of a mountain.... you fall back to the ground. "Nothing, shocking at 300! CLEAR!" Again, I watch your torso shoot up to the sky and fall back down. "Nothing continue compressions!" The man takes over and forces your chest into the ground even harder, crushing your chest and my soul at the same time.
I whimper and cry quietly as I watch. The team continues this routine for another fifteen minutes after the first round of shocks. They shock you two more sets of times, give numerous syringes of drugs, and endless compressions before the medic says "We have been working on her for 20 minutes and there were 15 before that. She has been a-systole for 8. We have shocked her 5 times at 360 and she is maxed out on drugs. Her total down time is unknown" says the medic... The others stare at them unsure what to say as I continue to be motionless in the corner of the room. "I think we have to call it" says the woman as she compresses your chest, having switched back to her initial position. She stops pumping and slowly pulls her hands back across your chest, her fingers brushing your nipples which are hard and erect from the cold air.
"No! NO! YOU CAN'T STOP!" I scream as I jump up and put my hands on your chest and start pushing down violently. The woman places her hand on my hand and says softly, "She is gone baby. I'm so sorry" as I continue pumping for a moment. I then collapse onto you, my head on your chest; my tears drop onto your breast and roll down the side. A police officer who I did not even notice had arrived tries to pull me off of you, but the woman stops him. "Let her be for now" she says as she strokes my hair from above....
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magpie-murder · 1 year ago
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it'd be wild if they gave asgard's citizens phones in marvel i bet they'd have the best drama
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👴🏻 is-odin-dead-yet
No.
#date: 2023/11/23 #when will he croak #i've been running this blog for centuries #frigga for allfather #kick the bucket already i'm getting bored of posting here
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⛈️ god-of-thunder
I come to Tumblr with a regretful update. As you may know, my family and our fiercest warriors have been traveling between realms in search of our stolen relics.
While attempting to recover one, my brother lost his life in battle while protecting us. He shielded me with his body. My brother died a hero.
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May he reach Folkvangr. My deepest condolences. But I thought Baldur was impervious to all harm...?
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It was Loki. :( I'm devastated.
einherjarl-deactivated20231120
Oh.
🐍 magic-theatre
is that all you can muster? "oh." you thought i was dead, and that's it? that's all you have? what do you mean by that? let's talk. :)
⛈️ god-of-thunder
You're alive? Where are you?
⛈️ god-of-thunder
Wait, what happened to @einherjarl? He deactivated?
⛈️ god-of-thunder
Loki?
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🎨 bragis-apprentice
Just finished custom making this handle
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#metalwork #artists on tumblr #double sided axe #my art
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⚔️ aesir-warrior-tournament
⚡️LIGHTNING ROUND⚡️
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einherjarl-deactivated20231120
Lady Sif is not one of The Warriors Three. It says it in the name. There are three of them. Not four.
Correct this.
✨️ the-dashingest
I voted for Sif.
🪓 valiant-festivals
I voted for Sif.
🔺️ grim-warrior
I voted for Sif.
✨️ the-dashingest
Wait, Hogun? But you didn't tell us you had a phone?
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I don't.
#lady sif propaganda #lightning round #poll reblog #only one more round after this! #i'm so glad lady sif doesn't have tumblr lol #i hope you guys dont mind that a mortal is running this blog btw #i really didnt expect any of you to see this 😬 #and srry for the reblog spam #also hogun lol
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🐍 magic-theatre
i see your thirst edits, you sick freaks.
#start tagging me in them #and/or sending them to me
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⛵️ modern-technologist Follow
umm i'm in ohio to visit my parents and there's like. um . a giant wolf running alongside my car? i'd call animal control but this thing is ginormous and i don't think that would do anything.
it doesnt have a leash or anything (obv its bigger than my car) but it's covered in chains. what do i do??
@identifying-d𝚘gs-in-posts ??
🐕 identifying-dogs-in-posts Follow
Fenrir Lokison?
#😨
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✨️ the-dashingest
I really don't think Loki is that bad. Sure, he's had a rocky history, but I don't think he's done anything worthy of scorn. Besides, hasn't he just died and come back or something like that, anyway? He has a blank slate, in my book.
#is it just me? #i hear people saying we should banish or kill him #i find that idea preposterous #he's just misunderstood
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einherjarl-deactivated20231120
I'm not going to @ them, but ugh... Someone I'm acquainted with just died in battle, and honestly? I'm so relieved. Is that terrible? Don't answer that, I know that it is. I'll probably delete this in a few hours.
🐍 magic-theatre
that's what you get for vagueing.
cowards don't go to valhalla.
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hearts4werka · 8 months ago
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Starry Kiss
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Summary: you’ve always had a crush on your childhood best friend Chris but always thought your feelings were one-sided since he always had girls all over him and he could have anyone he wanted. One day you hosted a sleepover for your friends as well as Chris, night soon came and you two were the only ones awake and you go stargazing in the starry night where you confess your feelings to him and he responds with a genuine kiss you’ve always wanted to experience… Genre: FLUFF, childhood best friends, stargazing, sleepover, high school sweethearts, starry night, love confession, best friends to lovers, unexpected kiss & possibly more! Warnings: None! Just cutesy sweetheart best friends finally getting together!
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Me and Chris have been childhood best friends and I've always had a small crush on him but never thought my feelings were one-sided since he always had girls all over him and once I even had to help him with his first crush who became his first girlfriend who later turned out to be using him.
The poor guy was devastated after that and I had to be his personal therapist for almost two weeks after he got over her and found a new girl to thirst over, it ended up not being me.
I never was good at expressing my emotions since no one never asked unless it was evident something was wrong, only ever Chris saw through the fake smile I would put on everyday to hide the real emotions I would feel, that's one of the many reasons why I have a fat crush on him since childhood.
After school we walk together to my house or his then I would vent to him and show him the real me no one else saw besides him. We could talk and laugh together for hours on end, I always tried to somehow give him blank hints but too scared to actually confess since Im afrain of ruining our friendship I love so much and will cherish all of our moments together fondly.
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One day I decided to host a sleepover for my friend group, including Chris and some of his guy friends since I know he wouldn't survive being around all of my girlfriends so of course I made an acception for him.
And I’m sure my friends won’t mind.
Chris was the first person to get there since he came in early to help me with preparing all of the stuff that needs to be set up.
While setting up the designated place to sleep we got into a small pillow fight…
• Before Everyone Arrived…
When I was arranging the pillows with Chris’s help, I suddenly felt something soft hit my back and chuckling behind me. Slowly turning for dramatic effect I see Chris burst out laughing and I know he threw the pillow at me.
His laughter is soon muffled by a pillow hitting his face, I soon followed with the chuckles and choked out through the laughter filling the air.
“Thats what you get!”
He immediately went into action and started to throw more pillows at me and I followed behind, throwing pillows at him that were in my reach. We soon started a pillow fight.
I grabbed one of the longer and bigger pillows, he looked at me and put his hand out like eleven while laughing.
“Don’t you even dare!” He speaks between chuckles as I take the risk and hit him with the big pillow in my hand.
“Oh you’re gonna regret doing that”
Suddenly he tackles me to the floor, ending up on top of me with both of us laughing and pillows flying all around, he drops down onto the floor next to me as we continue to laugh at the whole playful situation.
I would be lying if the altercation didn’t fluster me even in the slightest.
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7:45 PM
As the time of the deadline for everyone to finally arrive, me and Chris are waiting by sitting on the couch a bit too close, my head laying down on his shoulder and a simple hand wrapped around my waist and pulling me closer to him.
The whole time I'm trying to hide the slight pink hue growing on my cheeks, its not the first time we sit in such position that could be taken as an intimate one.
My friends often tease me and say to just confess to him like its thats easy. I dont want to ruin our friendship as it could be the last type of friendship we get like this.
While we wait for the others to arrive, the doorbell finally rings indicating they have just arrived, I shoot up onto my feet and to the front door.
Chris follows behind as I open the door, on the other side there’s two girls, my best friend Kayla and Natalie, one guy whos Chris's standing with bags in hand, all being my friends.
I greet them and quickly let them inside, leading them upstairs into the guests bedroom where we’ll be all sleeping since there’s more room there for all of us.
They all put their bags away and we start the fun part of the sleepover...
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10:54 PM
After a little adventure around the night town only illuminated by old street lamps and a snack trip to the store for a small horror marathon we finally got back to my house.
I place the bag of snacks on the coffee table in the living room as all of us gathered inside of the room to start the horror marathon.
All of us take a seat on the couch, the guys sit on one side of the couch and the girls in the other. Me and Chris are in the middle separating the gender groups created.
Grabbing the remote I open the first streaming service I land on, which landed on classic Netflix.
I begin to scroll through the ‘horror’ section, everyone talking among themselves and suggesting what we should watch first before we finally decide on ‘Fear Street’ which is a horror series with 3 movies.
We get comfortable in our spots and I play the movie, some grab snacks and some grab drinks and then the movie starts…
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• After a Horror Movie Marathon
1:31 AM
After watching a god knows how much hours worth of horror movies everyone was finally starting to feel sleepy except for me and Chris for some reason.
“I’m tired…” Kayla yawns, making sluggish moves to get up from her spot on the couch. Everyone else agrees they’re also feeling tired and suggest we should already go to bed.
“Yeah we should go to bed already” Natalie suggests, slowly starting to get up as well to head to our designated sleeping place.
We all follow suite but when I try to get up, Chris decides it would be a funny idea to randomly throw we over his shoulder and carry me to our sleeping place.
I let out a quiet yelp as he throws me over his shoulder, his little giggles echoing through the room as the group looks at us a bit surprised but used to us acting like this with each other.
Trying to protest for him to put me down, sending small hits to his back as he continues to carry me and walk up the stairs with the group until we make it to the room.
He finally puts me down and I shoot him a playful glare which only fuels the stupid grin on his face, we enter the room after everyone and close the door behind us.
We make sure to not step on anyone before both of us got to our sleeping spot for the night and lay down, pulling the duvet over my body as the warmth of it surrounds my body but even with the warm feeling, I find myself not quite being able to fall asleep.
I pretend to sleep, closing my eyes to trick my brain into making me fall asleep but I just lay there conscious with my eyes closed and little did I know that Chris was having the same problem…
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• Two Hours Later
3:09 AM
After a few hours I’m still laying there and staring at the ceiling while everyone’s shallow breathing fills the rooms air and hits my ears in a smooth melody.
A sudden quiet whisper and slight nudge on the shoulder taps me out of my small trance and I look towards the source of the noise.
“Hey, you awake?” I feel Chris’s warm breath hit my cold skin and send a small shiver running down my spine as he speaks.
“No, what’s up?” Answering his question I sit up on my bed and make some room for him to sit down as well so he doesn’t have to keep kneeling down on the hard wooden floor.
“I can’t quite fall asleep for some reason.” He confesses, taking the seat infront of me on the bed. It making a small indent and elevating my own seating from his weight overpowering mine.
“Me neither.” I agree, looking around the room I glance over at the window where the source of the moonlight that’s illuminating the room is coming from.
Noticing the especially starry night sky tonight I remember I was reading an article about that there was supposed to be a starry night.
I suddenly get an idea, since we can’t sleep and I wanted to go star gazing tonight anyway and might as well drag Chris along with me.
“It’s a pretty starry night tonight” I state the obvious before looking back at him and adding, “Wanna go star gazing?”
He glanced between me and the night sky and chuckles quietly then nods his head in agreement. “Yeah, sure”
A soft smile spreads across my face as he agrees and the thought of sitting on a hill with a perfect view of the starry night sky just enters my mind as I imagine the scenery.
We quietly get up from my bed and I grab a blanket on the way out of the room, slowly closing the door behind us than make our way towards the front door to sneak out of the dark house.
On our way down the stairs, Chris suddenly almost trips over something in the dark. Silently cursing under his breath as he out of reflex grabs the my arm and the railing, holding on for dear life to not face plant down the stairs.
I’m trying my hardest to not burst out laughing at his terrified expression at almost falling to his death and making a lot of noise when we’re supposed to be quiet.
Quickly making our way to the front door and almost exiting in a hurry to not wake the others up, I start to lead him to the spot I was thinking of that will have the best view of the sky.
“You gotta place in mind already, princess?” He finally asks in a hushed voice, leaning his head down to make me hear him better. The little nickname he always calls me whenever he wants to gauge a reaction out of me.
“You don’t remember? We used to always go there as kids!” I remind him also in a hushed voice as we walk under the beautiful night sky up a medium hill.
Seeing how his eyes widen in realization as the childhood memories flood both of our minds at once, a small smile growing on my face at the cute moments we’ve had there together.
“Ohh, yeah now I remember” He realizes, scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment for not remembering to which I give him a reassuring pat on the back.
We start to go down memory lane of all of the special moments we’ve shared over the past years of our constantly blooming friendship, knowing we’ll never be dumb little kids together anymore just makes my heart ache as I would love to go back in time and relive all of those memories.
Some memories brought laughter, sadness or embarrassment. When we finally made it onto the top of the hill, we were immediately met with an a amazing view of the starry night sky.
My lips fall in an inaudible gasp at how beautiful the scenery is, I look over at Chris and he’s in the same state of awe as I am.
The way the moonlight illuminates his facial features and his long brown strands ghosting over his forehead and slightly above his eyes makes my head go into a slight spiral.
Shaking my head and looking away from him to not cause a too much of a blush on my face than the slight staring has already caused.
A sudden idea comes to my mind, it’s the perfect time and place to confess my longing love for him. It may sound like a typical love story but who knows, he could still say no.
With that thought in my overthinking mind, I start to doubt my idea and bash it. It’s the right place but might not be the right time.
He notices me being lost in thought, my eyes darting over all of the stars on the sky as if I was tracing every possible pattern with them.
His face suddenly is placed infront of my vision, snapping me from the small world my mind had put me in and back to reality.
“Hey, you good?” He asks with concern lacing his tone, a shade of worry shading his features in the moonlight as his brows furrow.
I shake my head, a small embarrassed chuckle escaping past my lips to try and laugh off the situation to make it seem I’m fine. “Yeah I’m fine, just zoned out for a minute”
Him not fully believing me but just brushes off the worry for now, he casually drapes a hand over my shoulder in an almost comforting matter.
Leaning my head on his shoulder we start to walk around the hill to find our spot, soon enough we succeed at our search and lay our backs down on the grass.
We watch the stars, pointing out the constellations we notice the starts aligning to create. It was truly a beautiful sight to witness.
As we observe the starts, I try to get the courage to ask him the question I’ve been dreading to ask him for far too long now that I can’t keep it bottled inside anymore.
I sit up so suddenly a feeling of dizziness washes over me, he follows behind me and the same look of worry comes back to cast a shadow over his features.
“Are you sure you’re fine? Why did you sit up so suddenly?” He questions with concern now thick in his tone, raising an eyebrow at my current actions.
Taking a deep breath before the word vomit begins without my permission and I can’t get it to stop no matter how hard my brain screams at me to stop.
“I can’t keep this hidden anymore, sorry in advance but…” I pause for a second, contemplating my decision before my mouth grows a mind of its own and decides for me.
“I’m in love with you. And I-I am for years now but I was always scared to admit it because of all of the girlfriends you’ve had that were way prettier than I could ever be, I’m so sorry for keeping this from you when we promised to not keep secrets from each other and tell each other everything that’s on our mind…”
After my small ramble I grow out of breath and my breathing grows slightly heavy, looking up at him I see his expression is unreadable so my apologetic instinct switches on.
“I’m really sorry, I know you probably don’t feel the same way and might hate me after this. I’m sorry if this could ruin our friendship in any way and I don’t want it to, I’m so fucking so-“
My words suddenly get cut off by Chris grabbing ahold of my jaw and smashing his lips on mine, instantly shutting my moving mouth up.
I’m at a loss of all words that I wanted to speak in that moment, my mind becomes blurry as I melt completely into the kiss and slowly start to kiss him back.
The kiss feels magical, like taken out of a fairytale. Finally finding my Prince Charming or sharing a kiss that’ll save me and erase all of the problems I’ve ever encountered in my life.
When we finally pull away from each other, I look at him in complete shock but a hint of relief in my features is only visible if you look for it hard enough.
“Why did you do that?” I question, feeling confused by his actions since I was sure I would get rejected by him but am so glad I didn’t.
“To stop you from rambling all night long” He confesses the reason behind the unexpected kiss, a smile growing on his face as a reaction to my confused expression.
“I thought you would get weirded out and reject me.” I as well confess to the reason I’m so confused right now, the relief slowly becoming more noticeable on my face.
“It doesn’t matter now what I could have done, so don’t worry about that now” He answers, the smile growing on his face. His hand reaches and lands on my cheek, caressing it with his thumb in an almost loving way that makes a smile of my own form on my lips.
“You’re way to calm about this right now, it’s concerning” I slip out with a hint of joking in my voice to lighten the tense air surrounding us, we share a laugh together before his lips land on mine again. Both of us smilling into the kiss as we fall back onto the ground and share another passionate kiss under the starry night, almost like a starry kiss…
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pngyuu · 3 months ago
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Okay, ive seen a lot about shadow being imortal and seeing everyone die, but what if after unleashed sonic was blessed by ligth Gaia to always remember his past life after beng reincarnated when he still wishes to live? The Gaias represent death and rebirth so I dont think it's so far fetched.
Seeing shadow beeing all alone he wishes he could stay with him and Gaia grants it in a round about way, that when he reaches a certain age after being reborn he remembers everything from past lives so he can continue where he stopped.
Think re:zero but actual reincarnation.
See: shadow would be devastated and alone for about 20 years before the blue hedgehog finally finds him again, and now he knows he will never get rid of sonic permanently.
The sonadow with this would go crazy me thinks, I've been having this vision with the song from epic: would you fall in love with me again? , like, no matter how much sonic changes from those 20 years being someone new, he will always find shadow again because he promised to never leave him alone.
If anyone has something similar I'd love to see it too
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genderqueerdykes · 2 months ago
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hey sorry this isnt really an ask so much as a vent abt being 'cis' intersex. I stumbled across a video of someone bragging about disarming anti-trans talking points by telling a cis man with gynecomastia 'he doesnt need gender affirming healthcare! he shouldn't mutilate his body!'
I cant be the only person who thought this was such a fucked up thing to say but everyone else was encouraging this behaviour and its kinda devastating to see.
I understand the frustration the trans community experiences as someone who is also trying to get medical procedures done. but the intersex community is the LAST community that anger should be taken out on
We are the last people who need to be reminded that sex and gender aren't binary.
We are the last people that 'need to be shamed' for not fitting into those binaries.
intersex people are not 'lucky' for being medically pressured into erasing their intersexuality. We are not lucky for being forced to undergo medical procedures to conform.
And as of lately, I've seen way too much infighting specifically coming from perisex trans people trying to belittle intersex cis people to try and 'prove a point.'
I cant be the only one noticing this.
I also commented on OPs video to tell them intersex people are not the enemies of trans people, and they refuted gynomastia isnt inherently an intersex condition, saying i missed the point of the video being about how society views some gender affirming care to be acceptable but not transness. He also said that the situation was a hypothetical and didnt actually happen.
But still, trans advocacy has no excuse to build itself upon the hatred towards intersex people. And whether that conversation was 'real' or not was irrelevant considering the hundreds of comments taking inspiration from him and claiming to partake in bullying obvious intersex people.
and off topic, his point wasnt correct. I'm a cis intersex male with a female presenting phenotype, and I've been denied top surgery for years and been pressured into transitioning to a girl because it would be easier for me to pass as one than to pass as a guy. despite me being a cis guy.
The blatant intersexism I've been seeing with the trans community has not only been growing, but completely welcomed into the arms of other perisex trans people.
Im 'cis' because i identify with a gender that correlates with my sex. i'm 'trans' because im transitioning to better conform to my gender. I'm so sick of intersex erasure from queer communities. cis intersex people are not less queer. we are not less likely to be victims of transphobic violence or medical violence.
I want this ignorance to stop but I dont see an end, even in so called 'allies' who turn their backs on intersex people to spew this kind of bullshit. I'm sorry for such a downer but I dont have anyone in my life who would take my side or understand where I'm coming from, and my account has absolutely no reach to the intersex community
agreed, that's not okay. people are being so rude right now. cis intersex people don't deserve to get any shit. it's perfectly okay to be cis and intersex. you should never get angry at an intersex person who isn't trans what the hell? honestly it's hard to participate in discussions in trans spaces as an intersex person. i do understand the frustration it becomes nigh impossible to speak up about how it's okay if intersex people aren't trans or gay or bi or anything like that and that they should still be accepted as intersex
idk how intersex cis people could ever be a threat to me. i don't mind that at all. like we still have a ton in common. we're both still people. we both still have unique lives and struggles. we both have something to learn from one another. i actually have a lot to learn from intersex people who want to be seen as cis or fight for it.
i'm tired of people trying to draw lines in the sand when it comes to who "counts" as intersex. it's so cruel. i don't like it one bit. it's not helping anyone and it's talking over intersex people. but any time intersex people talk it's somehow transphobic. can't win.
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qkopi · 2 years ago
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pairings: prowler! miles x fem! reader
cw: violence, profanity
summary: miles was ready to brawl it out with milo as soon as he realized what had been going on between his girlfriend and his own twin. after fighting they had realized they also had to make it up to you. the real question is.. who are you going to choose?
a/n: angst, i don’t speak spanish (my stuff is translated), sad ending :( and guys I DONT DO TAGS IM SORRY THAT SHIT TAKES WAY TOO LONG HELL NAH🙅🏻‍♀️
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the sight of miles standing in the doorway, staring at the two of you, took you by surprise. you didn’t know how to react, and you weren’t sure what to say. milo was quick on his feet, and he immediately let go of you as he stood up and walked towards his twin brother.
“look miles..” milo said calmly, as he looked at miles with a stern expression on his face.
“i know this looks bad, but--” before milo could even finish his sentence, miles had pushed him.
“what the fuck, milo?! what have you been doing with my girl?” miles began to feel the anger burn up in his skin as he clenched his hands into fists. he was feeling too many emotions at once, shock, anger, and betrayal, due to what he saw of his own brother and girlfriend.
milo stumbled backwards, as he was punched square in the jaw by miles. he was in shock, as he saw his twin brother, standing in the doorway, glaring at the two of you. milo didn't have an excuse or an explanation, and he was still trying to figure out how to get out of the situation that he was in. he was in trouble, that much was clear, and he wasn't sure what to do to fix it.
meanwhile miles was glaring at you both, his face full of anger and disgust. he was too angry to think straight, and he was ready to fight for what was his…
“miles.. i’m sorry-“ you began to button up your blouse and began walking towards him. you tried to reach out your hand to comfort him but miles only ignored it, pushing past you.
he glared at milo with venom in his eyes. he was too angry to listen to anything you had to say. miles had seen enough, and he knew what you two had been doing. he was devastated and enraged, as his eyes were full of hatred towards his own brother. he was ready to take out all of his anger on milo.
milo and miles began to fight as the two of them exchanged blows and insults. they were both caught up in the moment, and they weren't going to stop until one of them was down on the floor. it was a brutal fight, with no rules or boundaries. they were both furious, and they were going to take out all of their anger on each other.
you tried to intervene, but you were no match for the two of them as they kept pushing you off to avoid you getting in harm’s way. you immediately went out of the bed room, going to the living room and reaching out for your bag and calling a number.
“mamá morales! please come home, i don’t know what to do!” you started to hyperventilate, hearing the clatter and ruckus over at milo’s room.
“hija, what’s happening? are you hurt?” rio asked.
“milo and miles, they’re fighting— please hurry!” you began to pace around, hearing their grunts.
“okay, okay. i’m on my way.” rio said as she ended the call.
“whatever the hell you just did, that’s some messed up shit, ‘Lo!” miles landed a blow on him.
“why the hell would you mess with my girl?!” Miles asked, feeling a punch on his cheek from Milo.
“it’s not like that, miles. you’re were never here for her. you’re always away, doing your spider-man shit, leaving me to take care of her instead. so don’t act all pissed at me when you’re the one who’s never here for her.” milo said truthfully since you weren’t here to listen to their conversation.
“you’re my brother, milo! out of all the people who would do this, you’re the very last person i expected to do this to me!” miles shouted as they continued to fight.
“and you’re a horrible boyfriend to her, so i guess we’re even!” milo shouted back.
the two began to wrestle on the ground as you waited in the living room. thankfully, miles and milo’s parents, jeff and rio, came along with their uncle aaron.
“hija..” rio went to hug you.
“are you okay, where-“ rio was cut off as soon as she saw her two sons come out of milo’s room and begin to fight in the living room.
this was a sign for the two men to get ahold of each boy. jeff held back miles as uncle aaron held milo back from fighting each other.
the fighting stopped as the twins were separated from each other. they were both breathing heavily, as they tried to catch their breaths. there was a tense atmosphere in the room now, as the two brothers looked at each other in anger still. milo looked at his brother, with a look of pure malice and hatred in his eyes whilst miles looked back at him with disgust and betrayal.
they had both gotten some good hits in during the fight, and they wouldn’t back down now… it was clear that they were not done with each other, and that this was far from over...
“los dos, ¡dejen de hacerlo, en este instante! (both of you, stop it, right now!)” rio yelled as the twins stopped trying to get out of the grasps, continuing to glare at each other.
you looked at the situation in horror as you realized what you had done. you were the cause of this whole fight between your boyfriend and his brother…
“cariño.. i suggest you go home for now, alright? but are you okay, are you hurt anywhere?” rio asked you as she held your hands while leading you to the front door.
while rio was doing that, both miles and milo used this advantage of trying to get past their father and uncle aaron but they wouldn’t budge.
“hey, hey, miles! stop!” jeff tried to control him.
“milo, milo! chill, man!” uncle aaron made sure he wouldn’t get past him.
“i’m fine…i think.” you said, as you brushed off your clothes.
“i just…i just need some time to think…” you said as you left their apartment and start to head back home.
just when rio closed the door, anger contorted up in her face as she walked back into the living room, still seeing the boys against jeff and aaron’s hold. the two stopped struggling against their hold as soon as they saw their mother coming back.
“sería mejor que uno de vosotros empezara a hablar...(one of you better start talking..)” rio said threateningly as she sat down, crossing her arms and waiting for one of the twins to talk.
miles and milo remained in a standoff, their bodies panting heavily and their eyes full of anger. they were both trying to take deep breaths, as the tension continued to hang in the air. milo was the first to speak up, as he looked at his twin brother.
“what i’m saying is true, you’re just in denial. you’re never here for her.”
miles ignored him, as he continued to glare at him.
“i know what she wants…” his voice was filled with malice now, as he spoke again. “and it’s not you.”
“oh, screw yourself, milo! you’re full of shit!” miles snapped back as he tried to get past his father’s grasp to punch milo but jeff wouldn’t let him.
“well maybe if you actually treated her like you loved her, she wouldn't be so willing to cheat.” milo clenched his fists, as he tried to break free from his uncle aaron’s grasp.
“ ’Lo, that’s enough.” uncle aaron scolded him as he felt milo use all his strength to get to miles.
milo looked up at uncle aaron, his eyes still full of malice.
“no, it’s not. not until i’ve seen him on the floor, it’s not.” milo sneered, as he glared at miles with hate and disdain in his eyes.
“miles, we both know you’re a terrible boyfriend. y/n’s better off without you.” milo taunted as he saw miles shaking with rage.
“nah.. you planned all of this.. you lured her into some kind of trap and made her want to cheat! she was fine before you came into our business!” miles yelled back.
“she was fine? are you serious? she was a mess, and it was all because of you. you were never there for her. she needed someone who could give her the attention she wanted, and that’s exactly what i did, dumbass. now, she's better off without you.” milo shot back, as he continued to struggle against uncle aaron.
“she realized that she deserves better than you, miles.”
that statement angered miles to the max as he was trying to use all his strength to get past his father and beat the shit out of milo right now.
“you know i’m right, miles! you’ve been taking her for granted, and she's finally gotten sick of it… she doesn’t love you anymore.” milo let out a chuckle, as he smiled mischievously at his twin.
“¡cállate! both of you!” rio yelled making both twins to stop struggling against jeff and uncle aaron.
miles and milo both looked at their mother, as they finally stopped struggling. they were both exhausted now, their bodies covered in sweat and their faces full of rage. they were both furious, and they were not going to let this go so easily.
jeff and aaron distanced them away from each other, while still standing infront of them, seeing the twin brothers continue to glare at each other. they knew that this was far from over, and that the twins were going to go at it again the first chance they got..
“i’m going ask each of you a question, okay? miles, i’m going to start with you since your older. why did you start fighting your brother?” rio looked at miles, expecting an answer from him.
miles sighed, as he looked at his mother. he was exhausted from the fight, and he didn't want to answer the question, but he knew he had to.
“because i caught milo kissing my girlfriend, mamá..” his voice was filled with anger as his eyes turned to milo.
“he ruined my relationship with y/n! he didn’t deny it either, so i know he’s only after her for one thing. and she deserves better than that.” miles accused milo of using y/n, this led to milo being offended since he sincerely liked y/n.
“don’t even start, you pric—” milo was cut off by his mother.
“milo.. now, why would you do that to your brother? you know julia and miles are dating so why?” rio asked, wanting to hear out both boys and trying to understand both sides.
“he doesn’t treat her properly, mamá. he never puts her first in their relationship, and she deserves better than him.” milo glared at miles.
“now, miles. is what milo saying true? did you never make time for her?” rio asked.
miles was taken aback by this question. he hadn’t expected his mother to ask him about this, and he wasn’t sure how to answer it. well he couldn’t tell her that he was spider-man. that would lead to more drama.
now miles was furious, and he didn’t want to admit to her that he had been a terrible boyfriend to you…
“it’s true…” miles finally admitted, as he looked at his mother with a mixture of anger and embarrassment.
“i have been a bad boyfriend, and i’m sorry…but what he did still isn’t right.”
“i understand that.” rio nodded as she turned to milo.
“now, milo.. what made you think kissing your brother’s girlfriend was going to be okay?” rio asked him.
milo was quiet for a moment, as he realized that he didn’t have a good answer for this. he had let his malice and jealousy get in the way, and he had done something that he shouldn’t have done. He looked at his mother with shame and regret.
“i… i liked her first, ma..”
"it doesn't matter whether you liked her first or if i did. guess who she went out with first, me—"
“miles.” rio said sternly, giving him a warning look, making miles shut up.
“jeff.. aaron..” rio moved both men aside, taking each one of milo and miles’ hands.
milo and miles let their mother lead them like kids that had been caught fighting. they both looked at her with shame and embarrassment. they knew that they had messed up, and they were not sure what to do now. they were both ready to do whatever their mother said, even if it meant being grounded or punished in some way..
“ustedes dos son hermanos, ¿entiendes? (you two are brothers, you understand?) you’re each other’s flesh and blood and i don’t want to see my boys fight like this ever again..” rio gripped onto their hands tightly as she began to tear up.
“the two of you have been there each other ever since you were kids and you depended on each other.. i don’t want that to stop because of all this drama, okay?” her voice started to break as she looked at both her sons.
milo and miles both went silent, as they looked at their mother crying. they had never seen her so upset, and they had never been so ashamed of their actions before. they were both ready to make things right, and they would do anything to ensure that this didn't happen again... milo looked up at his mother, as he wiped his own tears away. he was sorry for what he had done, and he was ready to make things right...
“lo siento, mamá... we won’t fight like that no more..”
“i’m sorry too, ma.. we'll never fight again, we promise.”
it was silent for a moment. milo looked at miles, as he spoke softly to him.
“miles.. i'm sorry... i was upset and jealous cause i didn’t make my move that time... i should've never done that.”
miles let out a sigh, as he looked at milo. he didn't know what to say, as he was also overcome with emotions. he was angry, but he was also hurt and ashamed of what he had done. he wanted to forgive his twin brother, but he wasn't sure if he could...
he looked at miles nervously, as he waited for his answer.
“bro, please… i know i messed up, but i promise to never do it again. i won’t ever try to mess with you and y/n… i swear, i won’t.” milo had meant what he said, and he was ready to make things right between him and his twin.
he wanted to make things up to you, and he wasn’t going to mess this up again… the fate of their relationship was in miles’ hands now, and milo was ready to accept whatever he decided…
miles slowly nodded, as he looked milo. He wasn’t sure how to feel, as he was still hurt by what his brother had done. but he also didn’t want to hold onto that hurt, and he knew that they both needed to move on from this. he took a deep breath, as he let go of his anger and resentment and forgave milo. he knew that they both had made mistakes, and he wasn’t going to let this tear them apart anymore...
“yeah, let’s move on from this..” miles said as he extended his hand to milo. milo took it as he felt miles give him a hug, giving the hug back as well.
rio just looked at her two sons, happy that they have reconciled.
“as for y/n.. i feel like you two should give her some time to think. she seemed pretty shocked about everything that has happened.” rio added.
“yeah, i'll make it up to her somehow... and i’ll make it up to you too, mom... i promise. just…give me time.” milo let out a weary sigh, as he nodded in obedience.
he knew he had messed up big time, and he wasn't going to mess this up again. he was ready to make things right between him and his twin, and he was ready to do whatever it took to make up for his mistakes.
“and please.. whoever she chooses, whether it’s one of you, just be happy for each other, alright?” rio asked pleadingly, not wanting her sons to be in another fight.
both miles and milo nodded, as they let out a sigh of relief. they were both ready to move on from this whole ordeal, and they were both ready to set their differences aside for the sake of their family.*
“of course, mom... we won’t fight like this again. you have my word.” miles promised as he looked at his mother with a sincere look on his face. milo also nodded, agreeing with his twin brother. they would set their differences aside and work together to make up for what had happened.
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you had tried her best to ignore both boys. everytime you saw miles or milo in the halls, you would turn around and go the other way just so you wouldn’t have to converse with them at all. this worried miles and milo heavily.
“oh, come on! she can’t still be angry at us…we’ve tried to apologize to her, but she just won’t listen.” miles complained to miles as they made their way down the hall towards their classes. they had both tried to apologize to you repeatedly, but you just ignored them every time. they were both frustrated since they were ready to make things right with you.
“what the hell do we do now? she won’t even look at us…” milo asked, as they both continued to walk down the hall towards their classes.
as you were walking with your friends, you saw miles and milo walking together in the corner of your eye as you began to panick.
“uh, i’ll meet you later in class, i think i left something in my locker!” you quickly said before rushing off.
“wait, y/n!” miles called out, as he and milo were both surprised to see her after all this time.
“y/n, wait!” milo called out as well as both boys tried to catch up to you and talk to you.
they didn’t want to let this go on any longer, and they were ready to make things right with you now.
“y/n, we’re sorry!” they both said in unison as they continued to chase after you. but you wouldn’t stop until you felt miles’ hand come in contact with your arm.
“let go of me, miles!” you yanked yourself off his grip harshly.
both miles and milo was surprised by this reaction, as miles let go of your arm. miles didn't want to make you uncomfortable as he stepped back and put his hands up in a gesture of surrender. he was ready to talk to her, but he didn't want to force her or make her feel like she had to speak to him. he was ready to give her space if she wanted it, and he hoped that she would be ready to talk to him at some point soon.
“i'm sorry, y/n… for never being there..” miles let out a weary sigh as he looked down at the ground with shame.
you were about to go and run, but you didn’t. you stayed in place as you looked at both boys, a sigh leaving your lips.
“no, miles.. i’m sorry.. im sorry for driving a wedge between you and milo.” you apologized.
the twins was surprised by this, as they had expected you to be angry at both of them still. they were ready to try to make it up to her, and they were happy that you seemed willing to hear them out now.
milo looked at miles as he shared a smile with his twin and let out a sigh of relief. they hoped that this was the start of them making things right between them all. milo was ready to make things up to you, and miles was ready to work together to repair your relationship with you, too.
“it’s okay, y/n.. miles and i have made up and—”
“no, it’s not okay! it was never going to be okay.. did you know how much that broke me? seeing two of the boys i love fight over.. me? are you serious?” I started to tear up.
“you two are willing to risk your brotherly relationship for someone like me..? i can’t do that to the both you, i can’t..” you shook your head.
milo felt awful as he realized how much he had hurt her. he didn't want to cause her any pain and he knew that he had been selfish and cruel in what he had done. he was ready to take the blame for everything, and he was ready to try to make things right now. He knew that you deserved better, and he was ready to make it up to her now.
“im sorry, y/n... i was being a selfish jerk, and i didn't think about how my actions would affect you…” milo looked at her sadly.
“please, y/n.. we’re not forcing you anything but please, give us a chance to never make that mistake again..” miles held your hand.
“you’re right.. you both won’t ever make that mistake again because.. i can’t be in a relationship with either one of you..” you revealed, taking your hand away as you turned to face somwhere else.
“whether it’s a friendly relationship or not.. i cant risk a sibling relationship like that ever again.. i’m sorry.” you walked away, feeling deeply remorseful for ending your relationship with both twins.
even if you wanted to stay just as friends, you knew you couldn’t. it would’ve been too selfish of you.
both boys were devastated by this, as they both let out a sigh of defeat. they knew you were right, and they couldn’t argue with you even if they wanted to. they were ready to accept that they had made a huge mistake, and they would move on. they had lost the girl they both loved, and they were both ready to accept that now. both boys had had their chance, and they blew it.
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germesthegenie · 2 months ago
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They’ve gone body part for body part. They’ve gone baby for baby. I suppose if Taylor killed a god (sorta), Lung should get to take a swing at a God(dess)
Finished Arc 9 (maybe my favorite so far), thoughts below:
Arc 9
The way Victoria worded some of the things she said in her conversation with Darnall says a lot. Phrasing things as armor and weapons shows how going into the conversation with Amy is very much like a fight for her.
Quite the dramatic way to reveal the Wretch to the rest of Breakthrough. Funnily enough started raining irl just before the scene so that was some extra immersion.
Nice little reflection on her brutality as Glory Girl that we saw way back in her first interlude. I see her point on it being childish reasoning, but also no need to feel bad about punching Nazis, Victoria.
Goddess giving Coil vibes in how she knew just the right things to say and offer to sway Breakthrough. Interesting given she doesn’t need to with a power like hers, but I suppose for non-Parahumans she would need to be at least somewhat charismatic.
The double twist of “they didn’t show up in person to avoid getting Goddess mastered” followed by “Goddess doesn’t have a range limit / its bigger than Breakthrough thought” was great
And what a Master effect it is. Took a while to realize the “oh it isn’t that bad” talk was the master effect talking. Valefor left people mostly helpless to his commands. Regent had Sophia raging in the lapses his control slipped. Khepri could feel the fear from the capes she controlled. Goddess’ control makes you think whatever you’re doing is perfectly right, and that is terrifying.
(9.3) Fun way to make Byron the focus of an arc. Good thing we have Master Stranger protocols.
I like how Victoria has to actively resist doing what seems right when it comes to Goddess. Really liking this power effect portrayal so far.
I think the Major Malfunctions might enter fav status (pls dont fade into the background on me like the Chicago Wards did). Really liking all of their powers so far
(9.6) Seeing the talk about Byron not being able to stay as point person for Master Stranger protocols for much longer, and then Natalie appearing in the next scene… it would be really funny if she has to run console for Breakthrough. “Hey Nat what should we do?” “Uhh the most legal thing?” “Does the law say anything against breaking peoples kneecaps in the name of Goddess?” “Uhhhhh”
Well, certainly a way to get across the horror of Case 70s. Especially with the events leading up to the trigger, and who Tristan was / maybe still is?
(9.x) Oh Moonsong seems nice- oh right she’s bigoted forgot about that bit of Glow Worm
(9.x) Oh a hate crime cape huh? Hope this guy gets the equivalent of the dumpster with no Panacea healing
(9.8) The one time Amy’s actually trying to help (I think), but even without Goddess mastering they’d never let her touch Victoria especially without warning. Damn.
(9.9) Lung! Curious how things will go, assuming Breakthrough have to fight him. They’re strong, but brute force is what he’s built for. Would Precipice’s blades bypass the durability?
(9.y)If I had a nickel for every time the phrase “x lied” in an interlude was utterly devastating, I’d have 2 nickels. jfc Tristan.
(9.10) …I wish I could draw cool enough for Lung vs Goddess that is a fire visual (pun intended)
^ The above was my thought reaching end of the chapter and shortly after finishing 9.11 I just decided to lock in and try
I remember hearing people say Ward is anime and they were right this chapter is anime as hell and I love it
Fuck, I thought, and it wasn’t an angry, forceful, empowered fuck, in defiance of the world.  The fuck that I couldn’t even voice was the kind of sound that came out with a whimper, that made someone sound half their age, uttered just before they broke down into tears, slumped against a wall.
Not the sound someone your age should make, huh? Sounds familiar.
Glory Girl can’t win this.
So what does a one-hundred and ten percent Wretch look like, then?
Anime. As. Hell.
(9.11) Well that answered my question earlier. Rain’s blades does work, just doesn’t do much once Lung gets ramped up enough
(9.13) Blindside: “damn this taser doesn’t work on my intended target, oh well guess ill go for someone else” Rain: “why me?!” lmao
(9.13) Sveta… :(
(9.14) More of an audiobook-specific thing, but the fact Ball Sveta’s voice is actually just muffled to the point of being barely audible makes the situation unintentionally funny. Poor girl.
(9.14) …Oh wow the Goddess-Coil comparisons are more accurate than I thought.
Swansong and Lookout 🥺 Peak Besties
(9.14) Damn, there goes Chris ig. Maybe. Looking back, I suppose he was somewhat ‘othered’ by the rest of Breakthrough. Everyone had some connection, a friend or two who always had their back. Chris never really felt like he had one outside of maybe his banter with Kenzie, and then theres unfortunately Victoria getting on his nerves maybe canceling that out. He did feel like the Rachel of Breakthrough, the person more on the periphery of the team, looser connections in part because no one tries or tries in what they see as the wrong way. And he had no equivalent of Taylor.
(9.15) Damsel: “It would be nice to have cute male servants at my beck and call” Swansong: “Don’t forget cute women” 🤨🏳️‍🌈?
Snack Vendor Victoria is certainly an image lmao
(9.15) …wait thats it? Thats how she dies? Damn. I mean thats kinda on her for knowingly taking in someone who was trying to subvert her power.
(9.z) I did see comments theorizing how the brothers’ powers are reflections of how they view the other. Which makes the fact Tristan’s power became crimson murderous spikes hit hard. And he still waited months??
(Interlude 9) For a second I thought the Tower was Bohu
“It’s a gun” what
Oh hi Brian! I think! If that is him wonder why he hasn’t rejoined the Undersiders, since it seems personality was kept at least. Maintenance / still needing to stay by Valkyrie? Something else?
(Interlude 9) That is a horrifying source for the tower.
Power Dog! … :(
Nice way to explain why the Wardens / Triumvirate haven’t been so active on the events of the story so far. They’re busy dealing with like 20 other world-threatening dangers.
Yay Jessica’s back- YAY RILEYS BACK
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Best and Worst of both Worlds (part 1)
Tw: yandere oc guy, but i dont think this chapter shown that yet, but readers a fuckin stalker loser this time, university horrors
Okay guys so this story im literally pitting Yves and Montgomery together, gonna be a little slow burn but we r gonna get 2 da conflict like eventually
Also da settting in university cuase its da most relevant 2 me 💯
Enjouy
PART 2
He's so beautiful and ethereal. The man has been plaguing your mind for the entire week, you're being distracted from your assignments just because of this unbelievably gorgeous man with silky, long hair and dressed to the tens.
You grinded your teeth and scratched your skin, you know where he frequents. The university's library. And you obviously want to get closer to him after he caught you from falling. You slipped on a sheet of paper that you dropped and this mysterious stranger was there to catch you by the waist before your body could make any devastating impact. Unfortunately, your stacks of textbooks and other miscellaneous documents were scattered to the ground.
"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice was smooth and pleasant with a unique, suave accent to it.
You were reduced to a nervous, stuttery mess. He gently brought you back up to your feet, he helped you gather your things and even arranged it by size and weight, so that it would be less likely for it to topple over. The man took a further step to smoothen the frizzles of your hair, fix your collar and sleeves. He even zipped your backpack up, you were unaware that it was open in the first place, adding to your embarrassment. You couldn't really push him away because your arms are occupied with your belongings.
It was hard to look into those stunning emerald eyes without flustering yourself even further, so you looked away while you stammered a "thanks" to him.
"Be careful." He said as he tilted your head by the chin to make direct eye contact. You know that you're as red as a tomato, but he didn't comment on it. The man lets you go before walking away, he fixed the handles of his luxury bag on his shoulder. Luscious curls bouncing with every step.
You felt like you wanted to explode right there and then, it took you a while to regain composure, other university personnel wondering why you're just standing in the middle of the path like that. Aren't you tired of holding all that stuff? It looked heavy.
You were snapped back into your senses when someone who you assumed had a bad day, told you to get out of the way. You scurried along the traffic, having the incident fresh in your mind.
You wonder who that man is, a student? A professor? A staff member?
You came to know that he's in the library for a few hours every weekday afternoons. He doesn't have a particular spot, the mystique spontaneously appears in random but fairly secluded reading spots in the library.
You felt like a stalker, but that's what you are. Too shy and afraid to talk to him, yet content with watching from afar. His ears are covered by his hair, so you don't know if he had any earbuds in. Fuelling your hesitance to make any contact first.
He could be reading a thick novel, handwriting something down on his notebook, or he could be typing away on his sleek, black laptop. In either instances, you have no idea what he's doing, it's either in a foreign language, full of numbers or completely made up of technical jargon.
You don't know why you're doing this instead of studying for your midterms. You're never like this to any of your crushes, not this obsessive over a real person, so why now? What compelled you to become this... creep? It's like you can't stop. You're scared of rejection but you can't get rid of the butterflies in your stomach.
You had no one to talk to about it because university is a very lonely place. At least, for personality types like you. You didn't want to bother your other friends, they have their own problems to worry about.
It reaches a point that you tried following him out of the library, wondering where he will go next. Before you could step past the automatic sliding doors, you looked at the book in your hand.
'Wait a minute, this is fucked up.' You thought to yourself. This isn't like you, exams are in spitting distance and you're subjecting this poor person to this harassment just because of a singular interaction.
You made a 180⁰ turn and marched back to your all-time favourite seat. Which happened to be occupied by the stranger earlier, maybe that made you a little peeved because you "claimed" it first at the start of the year. But he took it for the day.
To your surprise, there lies his notebook on the ground. He must have accidentally left it. You picked it up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear, then you flipped through it.
You were blasted with numericals, diagrams, words you weren't sure if it was written in English or otherwise and even floorplans of a building of some sort. You couldn't understand anything.
"Excuse me."
You whipped your head to the whisper. It was him! Your blood ran cold as he caught you snooping through his item. You opened your mouth, but no sound came out.
You struggled to form a coherent sentence as you pointed at it, you're done for, you're going to be confirmed a creep. But he only watched you with the utmost patience.
There came a point where you gave up, placed the closed book on the table and pushed it towards him.
Luckily though, you didn't have to say another word.
"You found my notebook. How careless of me to have dropped it." He pulled a chair opposite of you and sat down. You watch him place his handbag on another chair.
He elegantly picked the journal up and slid it into his bag. You were sweating at this point, the dread is about to make you vomit on him and that's not great. You wished that he would go away now, but seeing that he's locked onto his seat, it's highly unlikely.
You prayed hard for it though, he finished his business for the day. There shouldn't be any reason for him to linger.
"Thank you for keeping it safe. I hope you found whatever it is you were seeking from me." He continued, crossing his legs and resting his hands on the table.
What.
You asked what he meant by that.
A teasing smile made its way to his rouge lips.
"You were watching me." You grew pale and you scrambled to explain yourself, but he raised his index finger to signal you to let him continue.
"Your tact could be improved upon; I could see you trying to hide behind the shelves, I could hear you mumbling to yourself, and you shouldn't think so lowly of yourself." He propped his head up on one elbow.
Your cheeks felt hot. That is true, you were berating yourself for being too wimpy to go ahead and talk to him. You just didn't think you were that loud.
"I would have enjoyed having a chat with you. I wouldn't have thought that you were-- and in your own words, a 'creepy, loser-freak'."
Oh. He heard that too. You wish that you could disappear this instant.
"I'm flattered that you thought highly of me. However, I was disappointed that you thought that I was intimidating." He pouted playfully. "I won't bite." He twirls a lock of his hair around his fingers.
Your nerves are frazzled as he leans in. You didn't know what to say or what to do. He seemingly picks up on that and continues leading the conversation.
"Let's start with names. Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine." You felt his shoe brush against your leg.
You almost forgot your own name as you watch the bead of sweat drip down your nose in horror. He must think you're a stinky slob.
But all he does is stare straight into your soul while drumming his fingers against the table.
You told him your name, with a severe stutter. Each passing second felt like a serrated knife slicing through your flesh.
He repeated it, syllables rolling through his tongue wonderfully. He pronounced it correctly on the first try despite your cripplingly anxious enunciation.
"Yves." He replied. Finally, you have his name. You're totally not going to use that to dig for more information on him.
"You have a beautiful name." He complimented.
You nervously returned the compliment and let out an awkward laugh. Trying your best to ignore the growing sweat stain between your pits.
"How charming of you, (name)." He stood up and pushed his chair back under the table. Yves collected his bag and turned his attention back to you.
"I'd love to talk longer, but I must go now. I believe you have an exam to prepare for. Best begin your revision now, I hope our brief conversation has helped to quell your worries."
...and you mumbled that part about yourself too. It's pretty safe to assume he heard all your thoughts.
Yves extended a manicured hand to you. Taking this as a clear request for a handshake, you accepted it.
Only for him to bring it up to his lips, tenderly and fleetingly kissing your knuckles. This entire time, his piercing gaze never left your eyes.
You wanted to claw yourself out of your flesh and die out of embarrassment.
"Study well."
He lets your hand down and presses it momentarily with his larger ones.
You watched him saunter away with his back turned against you.
You brought the back of your palm to your sight.
There is a faint, reddish tint on it. It must have been from his lipstick.
You're not sure if you ever want to wash your hand after this.
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writingfairyy · 4 months ago
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Killer Aim Neteyam x Female Omaticaya.
Warning; Contains Spoilers for Atwow.
This is a rewrite of my first atwow story. I wil be using the name (Zania Nuvai) but you can put your own name there it makes writing feel more real.
Here is the 2022 version i wrote. 2 [HERE!]
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Year 2150
2 Young navi's ran through the forrest. Neytiri and Ky'rani, both very close friends just like sisters. happy and free as teenagers. " Sooo Ky'rani you got your eye on anyone?" as Neytiri ran to her from the back as Ky'rani stopped and sighed. " I- dont know maybe? Yes?" as she giggled. " Let me guess Toa'lan?" as Neytiri guessed. as she shook her head. " NO! maybe? i-" as she ran away blushing after hearing his name.
Toa'lan was a Fierce Warrior of the clan. he was the leader of the Hunting group. but he had a soft spot of Ky'rani. as time would have it they reached the age of maturty and soon Kyrani and neytiri were both blessed with the love of eywa and they were expecting a navi.
But distater struck as Toa'lan was grately injured and took his final breath as Ky'rani soon followed as she passed away during birth of her child. as she held Neytiri's hand. " I'll take care of her sister." as she held Ky'rani's hand tight as she felt her consciousness slip away as the other hand held. you. A small bundle of joy with a bit of black hair on ur head and your que. wrapped in fabric. as you cried not knowing what was going on as a infant that was just born in this world.
Neytiri gave you a name. Zanira Lan Nuvai as your middle name Lan was your mothers nickname. and your last name Nuvai your fathers. as you were only a few moons younger than Neteyam. as Jake and Neteyam raised you as one of their own.
as the family that started out as 4 became 7 in the years.
the years flew by as you also grew along side the kids. as you were now 16. as one night after a raid you overheard your parents talking, " You are very hard on them ma jake." as Neytiri said as Jake loaded his gun. " I'm their father it's my job to keep this squad safe." as neytiri took her hand off him. "This is not a squad, this is a family." as Jake turned around. " I thought we almost lost them." as he made eye contact with her. as i shook off the conversation as i walked to Neteyam with his grandmother the Tsahik.
"Hello nete, how you holding up?' as i sat next to him. "I'm fine." as he lied hissing of the pain. " Let me see. " as i took the cold compress off as i saw the wound, as i was the Tsahik in training i got a few liquids and bandaged. "Okay this is gonna sting." as i applied the Liquid on his wound on his rib as he hissed. As he looked at the wound as i wrapped it up. "There you’re all bandaged up!" as i smiled putting the medical tools away.
as weeks later Jake made the devastating decision to leave the clan to protect it from humans. As Jake gave up his title as the Olo’eyktan as they got ready to take flight. as i stood there. " Why arent you packed Zanira?" as Neytiri asked. " I can't leave.. my birth parents.. they’re here not somewhere out there." as i spoke dropping my head. "I made a promise to your mother. I shall take care of you as my own. and that promise i shall keep till death. because you are my daughter." as neytiri hugged me. as i sobbed in her arms.
as hours later i got on my Ikran. as i stapped my stuff on it. as Jake and Neytiri with Tuk infront of her took flight first as me and Neteyam flew next as the eldest of the kids. soon Lo'ak and Kiri joined after us as we flew further from land. as we turned around to look at our home one last time.
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As the flight took days. as eventually we saw land. wel sand actually as i looked down seeing beautiful huts. the ocean clear blue. and Navi's. as Jake landed as the rest quickly followed. as we got off our Ikrans. as i noticed the lighter blue Navi's gather around us as one of the teenagers started to mock us. " Look at their tails. how do they swim." as one said as they pointed at us. as i stood next to neteyam and Lo'ak. soon jake started to chat with the Olo’eyktan and the tsahik for uturu. as i turned to my right seeing lo'ak smile to a girl with wavy hair as i gave lo'ak a elbow. as she smiled. " Looks like youve got your eyes set already." as i whispered to Lo' ak as he just rolled his eyes.
" My son Aonung and my daughter Tsireya will show you around."
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rainswept · 2 years ago
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you ask for Fontaine brain rot/reqs, I deliver.
So idk if you've done the recent archon quest and lyney/lynette story quest so if you haven;t be careful caus i will be spoling !
SO
That part where Lyney is freaking out over Freminet and Lynette had me SCREAMING especially since ive done their story quest AND ALSO FRIENDSHIP 10 LYNEY SO I HAVE THE LORE AND IT HURTS SM but I won't spoil all that for u-
so anyways, i started thinking, imagine Lyney has a lover who's been with the siblings for years (and also works for Arlecchino) and is considered another sibling by Lynette and Freminet. They were also diving with Freminet when they encountered water from the primordial sea
now imagine clorinde can only take one person with her at a time when she pulls them back, and she saves Freminet first, later going back for Lyney's s/o
Eventually Freminet wakes up like he does in the quest, but the reader just.. doesn't. Hours pass and the siblings are freaking tf out because they don't want to lose anyone.
(now I can't decide if I crave angst or if I want to comfort my babies so ill give my headcanons for both shiguegoe)
angst: Lyney's lover keeps deteriorating, parts of them gradually turning blue and quite literally withering away (caus you know the water and the dissapearances- yeah-) and the siblings can do nothing but watch
Lynette shuts down more frequently and for longer periods, not even saying anything to Lyney
Freminet blames himself for not noticing sooner, for not getting them out sooner
And then there's Lyney.. he blames himself for not only putting his siblings in danger, but losing his lover...
He sits by their bed watching as they wither away, holding their hand. He knows Father will be upset by his lack of comitment to the mission but he can't bring himself to care
The day they pass, no one says a word. They continue with their mission, report to Father, go on with their Fontainian lives until they're alone and they cry. they cry and scream and curse whatever archons or god's are listening.
AND NOW BEFORE I CRY THE HAPPIER VERSION
After days of not waking up, they finally open their eyes.
Lyney is fretting over them asking if they know where they are, who he is, what happened etc
now to throw in a tidbit of angst, what if they awoke with some disability? like they cant see anymore, they can't hear properly, cant walk properly etc
Lyney and Freminet would devasted because they blame themselves. Lynette would be quick to remind her brothers at least everyone is alive.
It'd be bad because with a disability, they can't work for Father anymore, or at least not the way they used to
AHHEOGUHEOG im stuck in a neverending brain rot my guy
Anyways. I was actually going to request for you to write your own take on this but you don't have to if you dont want- even just hearing your take would be nice lmao
also if its ok i reallly wanna be mutuals! I just found you blog and im obssesed!! I really wanna be friends<3
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NO BECAUSE I SCREECHED SO LOUD MULTIPLE TIMES READING THIS !! THANK U SO MUCH YES OFC I WANNA BE MUTUALS/FRIENDS!! genuinely absolutely made my day to have u ask that oh my god??
also don’t worry about spoiling anything for me, i’ve read every little bit of lyney/lynette/freminet lore out there 😭 and i’ve done all of the new fontaine archon quests already (i need help. it’s okay though!)
as for angst — u know me so well already this is my forte. cracks knuckles here i go
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freminet feels as if something is off.
already beginning to panic, he turns to you in a hurry. the water swishes in his ears. when you meet his gaze, wide-eyed, the gut ‘feeling’ turns into a full-blown punch to it. oh, now he realizes; he can’t breathe. his heart’s racing, chest tightening and throat feeling as if it’s closing up.
you reach out, and exchanging unspoken words, you two turn around and make to retrace your patterns with haste. hand in hand, you race against frittered time; but even your best efforts are not enough, and the both of you are forced to acknowledge it when freminet’s vision begins to turn spotty.
he got in the water first; he’s gone before you are. his body floats limp beside you as you drag him along through the water, even as the surroundings grow hazy for you, too. a cold tingle runs up your spine as you consider the possibility; is this the end?
(when you had left for the pipes, the most you had exchanged with lyney was a quick kiss on the cheek as a goodbye. that wouldn’t do.)
but even as you try desperately to cling to life .. the “sea” is a cruel thing, and it does not care for your mortal frivolities. (a proper goodbye? .. foolish.) with cold, disorienting water enveloping your senses from all sides, your only grounding thing being freminet’s (rapidly cooling) fingers against yours — it didn’t take long before you succumbed to the “sea”, too.
(your last thought as the world went dark was “i’m sorry.”)
(even in your barely conscious state, you feel another wave of panic surge through you when freminet’s fingers slip away from yours — but you don’t have enough energy to hold on.)
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reader lives:
the incessant thrum of the water rushing through pipes rattled in your ears. your whole body was sore, weak and tired; and all of your limbs felt like lead attached to you via shoddy workmanship. your head hurt like hell, and what’s worse is that the moment you opened your eyes, you were immediately met with the sight of the three people you cherished most.
first, there was freminet, who was sitting on the bed opposite to yours. his posture fixes from a slouch into proper the moment he spots you, perhaps in.. excitement? shock? you weren’t sure. his eyes lit up, though.
second, there was lynette. she was .. a bit more on edge than usual. that was .. to be expected, of course, but really. you were out for.. what, an hour or two? come on, all four of you put yourselves in danger all the time. what was different about this?
(what was different was the fact that you were not out for an hour or two. no, make that days. they were sure to remind you of this.)
then, there was lyney. for him, the world seemed to stop.
lyney, who was pacing the room in sheer desperation. he walked and walked, boots timed and in tune with the clocks and dripping water from the pipes. in his nervousness, he had unwittingly created a quite fitting melody.
(the only sounds once he ceases walking are the clocks and the water dripping from the pipes.)
lyney, who had rushed to your bedside the moment he had noticed you were up. he looked exhausted, but the second you were awake the mask was .. attempted .. to be put back on. however .. it didn’t take someone as observant as you, or even one who knew him so well, to notice that it was placed crooked.
(how absurd he looked, trying to put on a front everyone in the room knew was one.)
why, even, you would have bet that it could’ve been surmised by a child. once again, emphasis on ‘you would have’, for there was no time for thinking about that when he rushed to your bedside and enveloped you into an embrace. you didn’t miss the way his fingers grasped at the back of your shirt in downright desperation.
(in clear, bold letters, it reads; “if nothing else, please let this be real.”)
he slots himself beside you and, wordlessly, holds you close. he doesn’t need words — neither of you do. this is enough.
lynette and freminet looked on, neither of them opening their mouths when lyney buries his face into the crook of your neck and stays there for just a bit too long. he doesn’t cry. instead, he whispers shakily against your skin; “i thought i’d lost you.”
(the only sounds once he ceases speaking are the clocks and the water dripping from the pipes.
(no one speaks up just yet.)
(the only sounds in the room are the clocks and the water dripping from the pipes.)
(you’re starting to think those were the only sounds ever there.)
when he finally pulls away, you notice he’s fixed his mask. lyney now smiles, and the shake in his voice is gone; but you know it’s not all better, not when he refuses to leave the infirmary even after sigewinne and the traveler inquire. you know it’s not all better, not when the four of you are alone again. lyney sits beside you on the bed, refusing to so much as stand up (he doesn’t want to let go of your hand. you don’t comment on it, but his fingers are still shaky as he holds onto yours like they’re a lifeline.)
you don’t exchange as much as a single word after that. you just bask in each other’s presence, apologies and pleas and “i love you” shared during every lingering glance between everyone in the room.
the four of you don’t need words. this is enough.
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seven mistakes went unnoticed. seven signs went unfollowed. seven things (and five people) went wrong that day.
one: freminet.
it was entirely freminet’s fault, he thinks, it was. if only he had gotten you out of there in time. no — he shouldn’t have even brought you. he sits on the infirmary bed opposite to yours, knees pulled up to his chest, and he clutches pers with a death grip. he dips his head in such a way that his face is hidden with his hair; he doesn’t want to let lyney and lynette see him in this state. they have enough to deal with.
two: the primordial sea.
but they were bound to notice eventually, right?
“it was entirely the primordial sea’s fault,” lynette would remind, hand on freminet’s shoulder. “it wasn’t yours.”
the primordial sea. the cold and vicious waters were such a contrast to those he held so dear; what was typically calming and merciful turned to something suffocating and terrifying. but that didn’t change the fact that it was an inanimate thing.
he drops pers at the contact; it clatters to the floor; he looks down, wide-eyed and apologetic; he reaches down to pick it up. lynette does not put her hand on his shoulder again.
three: wriothesley.
“it was entirely wriothesley’s fault,” lyney wants to scream. he’s frantic, pacing the infirmary and voice cracking every time he speaks. lynette and freminet have seldom seen him so panicked. he needs to do something, he needs— he can’t. he can’t leave. once he gets his hands on wriothesley, he swears he’ll—
four: clorinde.
it was entirely clorinde’s fault. it was entirely her choice to pick only one of you to save. no one can bring themselves to be upset at her, for she did try to save both of you. but the realization slowly dawns upon the three children of the house of the hearth still with a steady heartbeat; it was either going to be you or freminet.
they realize this at different times. every time they do, they exchange a silent, quick glance.
freminet would’ve gladly given up his life. lyney and lynette, however .. they would not have been able to choose.
five: the gods.
it was entirely the gods’ fault. curse the gods, lyney thinks. he’s still pacing the room, and while he never put much stock in the divine, he was practically yelling at them now. he knew it wasn’t logical. but he needed something. what was the point of a god if not to help their people? what was the point of a god if just to watch people suffer like it’s an opera?
was she here now? was she watching? was this a “twist” for her? did she delight in this?
six: lyney.
it was entirely lyney’s fault. he shouldn’t have let you or freminet go. he shouldn’t have. he shouldn’t have let wriothesley play him like he was a deck of cards in his hands. this was all his fault. all his fault. he knew of the prophecy, dedicated his whole life to it — and yet hadn’t managed to save you from its clutches?
seven: you.
in truth — it was no one’s fault. but lyney is still pacing the room, breathing getting heavier and more rapid every time he steals a glance at you. lynette’s eyes still trace his every move, conveniently ignoring the sight of you as best she could; and freminet still has his face buried in his knees as to not look at your decaying body.
none of them can deal with the fact that it was simply an accident. no one meant for this to happen — there was no one to blame.
they needed someone to blame.
so each and every one of them blamed themselves. as lyney’s fingers grasped your cold ones, he squeezed them softly even as they began to turn blue beneath his grasp. he couldn’t bare to let you go.
and after three long days, the sun rose to find your bed empty where you had laid. you were nowhere to be found. for a moment, lyney’s heart practically leapt out of his chest, wondering .. did you get up?
but as he rushes to the bedside, his face falls. he should’ve known not to get his hopes up.
the blankets were damp where you had laid, soaked with water just as the stage in the opera epiclese had been.
lyney didn’t cry, nor did lynette or freminet.
they didn’t exchange so much as a word the day you died.
instead, they put their aching hearts and empty souls into the mission at hand. they worked twice as hard to distract themselves, and they provided excellent results for “father” — but they had barely worked together to do so.
they exchanged cold words and they held each other at night, when the pain became too much — because as much as they tried to pretend like nothing happened, that was a lie, just as the rest of their existence — but there was no mistaking it. they were now divided.
there was always you. and now there wasn’t.
lynette was the one who informed “father” of your .. whereabouts. lyney couldn’t bring himself to.
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blueberry-ink-93 · 18 days ago
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AGAMEMNON
thoughts on the first play of the oresteia!
this is the chorus of trojan women praying to artemis & apollo
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lion metaphor counter: 2
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clytemnestra telling the elders that shes recieved news by torch that troy has been taken (via hefefuf lol)
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love love love the metaphor of oil & vinegar not mixing its soso good, pointing out the difference in persepctive lest we forget that while this is a victory for greece its a huge huge loss for troy
ofc there are no winners in war but here the devastation hardly compares
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just a tiny bit funny to me that a couch was mentioned alongside a palace and a king lol
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anyway while reading i noticed the trend of the elders regarding clytemnestra at times with confusion and others with contempt at her being a woman. and one in power no less
i do believe cly played into it which i suppose goes to show how much restraint and patience she had to put on the performance (lol) of the loyal wife welcoming her hero husband home having finally restored the honour of hellas to appease the argives and get them off her back.
"o queen, thy speech would become the lips of a wise and temperate man" this comes after they exclaimed that it was so womanlike (and therefore beneath them) of her to iirc rejoice at news that had not yet reached nor been verified to them
going as far as to straight up tell her shes probably seen it in a dream, "ye flout my wisdom as if i were a silly girl". irritating but not at all unexpected.
then she explained to them that the torch thing was planned which shut them up nicely lol. moving on
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feeling kind of insane abt how ares here is described using the concept of usury; the interest rate *the price payed for war* is ridiculously high and extremely exploitative. lkdjfdekwejrewk
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me core lol
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this is worded so funny to me idk why.
what are ur hobbies? oh you know. i dabble in gore. on tuesdays
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the man of the hour himself speaks at last. ft. ody catching strays
i do love that hes a rat bastard and everyone knows its part of his rat bastard charm. unsubstantial shadow. woof
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agamemnon spitting facts. love that for him
here cly greets him in a foreign fashion, having spread some rich fabric on the path hes to take back home (greeks invented the red purple carpet u heard it here first folks) and hes like nay wench
he concedes in the end
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astaghfirullah brother agamemnon what is this
foreshadowing if u squint ig (the web)
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kindred counter: 5
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this line absolutely sent me i nearly fell out of my chair
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drag her ass cassandra
cant believe i predicted the poisoning (if i understood that right lol idk in my mind cly kills her with poison, not the stained weapon. btw the axe is something of a recent depiction she used a sword)
lion metaphor counter: 3
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ORESTES MON BEBE <3
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once again insane by the imagery; the bloodied orestes places the final stone, stained and dented, completing the cursed mural that is the house of atreus. im so sick oh god
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this is so heartwrenching.
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oh cassandra :')
OH AND ALSO. she calls to apollo many a time during her the narration of her misfortunes, at one point saying "apollon to me", which iirc from another post reveals the etymology of his name meaning the destroyer, i.e my (cassandra's) destroyer.
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excuse me while i go die in the corner (will link it when i find it)
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shout out to the land of my ancestors making it onto a greek play lol
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ok this part damn well near killed me; the elders have heard cass' prophecy and know that agamemnon is going to be killed but ofc they dont take her seriously
so hes being murdered offstage and theyre like: yall hear sum
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KJSKAJSDKWJEFGBGS
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noice
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🥺
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brutal
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he compares the speech (accusations) of the argive elders to orpheus' pleasing voice, pointing out the stark difference of the joy and peace the former brings whereas the latter provoke anger.
hes so ready to kill a bunch of old guys its so intense fdhsjak. the elders are all for it too lol. then cly puts an end to it
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assorted quotes:
(the line numbers arent numbering? i think theyre for the translations of the original greek more than for me to count in english lol but im not sure. if u know pls lmk!
"I know that hope is the exile's daily food" (aegisthus 1667)
"I have had enough of life" (cass 1315) <- same girlie same
"For thou hast with ease destroyed me this second time" (cass 1081) <- right after the apollon to me btw :')
"Who named her so unerringly? Was it some one whom we dream not of, foreknowing destiny and happy in his foretelling? Who named her 'Helene'*? the spear-wedded one, the strife-surrounded?" (chorus 682)
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"who that is not a god, passeth the whole of his existence without suffering?" (agamemnons herald 554)
"To hearken beforehand is only to anticipate sorrow." (chorus 253)
"but let good auspices prevail" (121, 139, 159)
[exit KINDRED]
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acuteobserv4tion · 4 months ago
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Building on this, which has spoilers in it. This one does, too.
I figured out what I didn't like about the death scene.
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Don't you judge me!
I'll admit, I got lost in the edgelord sauce.
I wanted them to shoot Maria. *gasp* I know.
I really thought that they were gonna do it when they gave Shadow the gun in the trailer. Plus, it's not the first time someone would be shot in a family/kids movie.
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I guess there's a moral quandary when it comes to shooting a child in a movie, but not an adult. I don't know why, tho. Maybe it's some psychological thing that I'm not getting for when you're a filmmaker. (It's scarier. It's aimed for younger audiences, I know I know. Edgelord sauce)
I was really waiting, dreading the inevitable. But then Walters shows up. I get more anxiety with the gun being waved around. Then they hit the chaos canisters....
They try to make it seem like he's not a bad guy, maybe even that we should have liked him. Which I can appreciate. But then I think about what he's done and how he's acted.
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It would just make more sense for Shadow to hate Walter's specifically if he was responsible for something. We shouldn't want to feel any empathy for Walters. It just felt off to me, like they tried to make me feel like he's a good dude after 2 movies of him being such a flippant jerk.
It just felt so impersonal when you suddenly drag our attention to this dead guy that no one likes. Showing this jerk trying to prevent a murder when his own death was nothing but a footnote.
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Why does Shadow know him? Why does Shadow hate him? Why does Shadow know his face?
Did Walters personally put Shadow in stasis 50 years ago? Was I just too overwhelmed to see his young face in the room that day?
After having the movie slosh around in my noggin for a while longer, I realized that it wasn't Maria's execution death that I had a problem with
It was Walters. I just refuse to look at him differently.
That scene was fantastic.
But Walters...
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We got beef.
On that note,
How did Gerald survive?
Like, dont get me wrong, I love it. I really think it would be better if they show Gerald, Maria, and Robotnik running away for just a little bit longer. Show them trying to hide as they escape.
Then we see Walters try to hold back the military's fire. The gun goes off. Maria is closer to the chaos canisters, thus the explosion. Shadow and Gerald are knocked back. A corner of the area is on fire.
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Shadow gets ahold of his senses. We see his silhouette approaches Maria. We see the devastation on Gerald's face. He's old and can barely move as he tries to crawl to Maria.
Then we get that zooming in of Shadow's face with agents in the back as Gerald is crying on the ground, trying to reach out to his granddaughter. We feel the overwhelming emotion build-up to a chaos blast. Killing the people in the base.
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Then that incredible transition to the tragic beauty of Shadow using his grief to envoke annihilation, the Eclipse Cannon.
Just a small thing that I think would have added to the movie.
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