#do you see my vision. it's never coming to fruition but do you see it nonetheless

[doodledrawsthings]

Nine sols workplace comedy mockumentary AU taking place during the construction of the eternal cauldron project leading up to Eigong dropping Yi off a cliff send post

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

no ok but like from tesilid's pov you spend your childhood subjected constraints on your life and suddenly this girl is exempt from those constraints and you can actually be frank around her. (and she gives you great food!) you recognise that she can be a really important person in your life and whenever you're having a particularly shit day you remember her and you can't wait to travel so you can meet her again but before you can she saves you at your worst moment yet again and promises that it's ok if you forget her because she'll find you. internally you might've been like 'why the fuck would i forget you but okay' but then she doesn't find you and you spend death upon death being betrayed and stepped on and having your spirit and humanity crushed and she still hasn't found you yet (i'm here, where are you?) and then you give up and then you find her but its too late then you give up worse then she finds you and you realise once again that in the time you've been apart she has dedicated her life to becoming a strong healer for you, the role you had always desperately needed in your expedition team, and also she's so strong that she can solo dungeons so you don't have to, and also while she very clearly wants you to sit back and relax while she does everything she is also mindful about respecting your autonomy and not making you feel useless, and also she would readily exchange her life for yours, where has she been all your lives? but she's here now,

how is tesilid supposed to be anything but completely obsessed with her. i love this romance plot they just keep finding ways to give the other even more reasons to be obsessed with them.

actually i need to spend time cracking ailette's head open too because she's also obsessed with tesilid but i can't actually figure out why. like yes being strong enough to survive was always a concern, but somehow her priority keeps going back to whatever will bring tesilid the most comfort. she chose the healer class for him, and only became a fighter too when she realised she needed it for survival.

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

a continuation of dilf! patrick! you mentioned how it was a one night stand but like what if they r really good coparents and real feelings come to fruition 🤭

ooo I'm feeling you

Dad Patrick would be distant at first. He never thought he’d see you again, he was petrified of being a father never thought he’d be one in the first place. His parents forced him to step up to not be an ass and at least support you financially if he didn’t want anything to do with your child. Art ripped him a new one, no way was he going to cum and dump you.

His heart melted the first time he saw you exhausted on the hospital bed nursing your little baby his beautiful daughter, she was tiny had his dark hair and eyes a carbon copy of him there’s no way he can leave now.

You’d expected him to flake too, he emphasized that this was just sex nothing more ever. The 2 lines on the tests you took a month later brought you excitement and pain, you called him crying telling him he was going to be a dad he immediately went silent “no, hell no” he hung up on you. It cemented your hatred towards him, yes his rejection towards you stung but what hurt worse was him rejecting his baby.

To stay you were stunned when he opened the hospital room door was an understatement. “Patrick”

“Hey..” he meekly crosses the room fidgeting anxiously "what's her name?" He lifts a finger caressing her cheek smiling as she twitched in your arms tiny dimples giving way identical to his, you wanted to swat his hand away, of course he had the audacity to visit.

“Why are you here?” You hold her close “I wanted to see her.. I didn’t know it was going to be a girl-“ he replies wincing, you were right to be pissed at him.

“I didn’t tell you.. you didn’t want anything to do with me, with us” you scowl bringing her closer to your chest “I-“ he blinks keeping tears at bay “I’m sorry.. I was scared this wasn’t the plan” he explained “Can I hold her please?”

You reluctantly hand her over “cradle her head she’s fragile” you mutter anxiously, he was careless only a select few could be scathed by his callousness but you saw something that wasn't there before, completeness, a longing filled with joy you saw it in his eyes he was glowing.

So you accepted his presence with hesitation, he stayed by your side every day. Changing her diapers, bottle feeding her and listened to nurses instructions without complaining

You restricted visitations strictly on weekends which turned into every other day to keeping her at school with him. She adapted surprisingly well, she knew Patrick's schedule by the time she was 3, happily spending time with uncle Art and aunt Tashi, her little on campus family.

"you're a good dad you know that?"

"it's nothing" he bounces her on his lap "it's not nothing Patrick only a few guys would step up and parent their kid, especially a fling"

"don't call yourself a fling.. I mean you were, we were just-" he pauses.

This wasn't his normal it felt odd being in love, or what he thought was love the lack of familiarity threw him off. His dad loathed him thought he was a nuisance shut him up with money, his mom was absent physically there but mentally dejected, drinking her way through her marriage and her son.

"I was scared.. fucking terrified, I'm not used to.. being cared for Art's there he's great it's different with you." He says "you're good for me the both of you are, I think I finally got my shit together." he grins blowing raspberries against her cheek

"Patrick.." tears cloud your vision "thank you.. I couldn't do this without you. I'm grateful you came around" you reply heart thudding quickly, he really meant what he said 'maybe he was in love with you'

[merakiui]

Oh god I absolutely love Skully he’s my bby and all but sir,,,,,, I AM NOT LETTING YOU SMASH MY CORPSE 😭😭

Imagine priest!Rollo walking in (more like hearing) on Skully fucking a deceased woman’s (who Skully was insanely obsessed with because let’s be honest, that boy cannot love normally) corpse in her casket. bonus points if the woman was someone Rollo loved as well, so Rollo is just as equal parts as angry and disgusted because 1. he doesn’t know who Skully is 2. Skully’s fucking her 3. she’s DEAD and he’s still doing it and 4. they’re in church,, the house of GOD

PLS TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION????

THE VISION IS SEARED ONTO MY EYELIDS!!!! I SEE IT SO WELL OMG!!!!!!

Ohhhh,,, he is so filthy and disturbed,,, poor Father Flamme, having to put up with this gross stranger. >_< something something Skully who was your loyal servant, who watched from afar as his lady grew ill and bedridden. He would linger just outside your door and listen in as the physician tends to you. He'd leave bundles of fresh flowers outside your door in hopes that you might receive them and the sheer force of his affections would be enough to rejuvenate you. Alas, it was not to be. </3 his dear lady takes her final breath in the gloomy solitude of her bedroom, leaving behind an infatuated servant and his love that could never blossom to fruition. A love forever left unspoken, a confession stifled in the depths of his heart.

Wakes (in the Victorian era) were commonly held in the house, but let's say your body is brought to the church instead.... something something Father Flamme shall bless your corpse,, in the house of the lord, you shall rest peacefully. You're dressed for death, chilled, embalmed, and perfumed appropriately, laid to rest in a wooden coffin surrounded by soft, silken cloth and the prettiest of funeral blooms. Many come to view you and to pay their respects. Father Flamme's heart is heavy. You were so young and still so full of years,, to think your brilliant flicker would be snuffed by illness. Life is too cruel. :(

Skully who can't bear to be apart from you. He's quiet during the wake, absolutely shattered, but in the hours afterwards he finds he can't stand being away from you. The idea that tomorrow you'll be buried beneath the earth and he'll never get to look upon your beautiful face again is much too devastating for him. In his distraught, heartbroken feelings, he breaks into the church late into the night to see you. And there you are, resting in your casket at the altar, the moonlight filtering in through the stained glass.

Oh, he mourns like no man has ever mourned before! He kneels before you and whispers all sorts of things: how he's so grateful you took him in as a servant, how he will forever cherish you and your kindness, how much he adores you, how it's just not fair that you're gone, etc etc... he lifts your cold, stiff hand and places the gentlest kiss upon it. That's really all he meant to do, but he loves you so viscerally and he can't help risking a chaste kiss to your cheek. You died before you could be wed, so it's perfectly okay, right? And even if you did have a lover, it wouldn't mean anything to Skully. He knows that deep down the two of you are meant to be together, both in life and in death.

So he leans into the casket to press his mouth to yours.

And, really, there is no turning back once the point of no return has been crossed. Under the watchful judgement of the lord, Skully shall wed your bodies in unholy matrimony.

[kairiscorner]

the man, the myth, the legend himself dr ratio veritas ... is now made public !!

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DR. VERITAS RATIO

“if one day your brain shows symptoms

of dullness, then please

give the doctor a call.”

ᯓ★ catching a glimpse of him working out.

you couldn't, for the life of you, tolerate such an arrogant and narcissistic smartass like veritas ratio... but oh, you wouldn't mind seeing those muscles and that handsome face of his again, even if he himself pissed you off. luckily (or unluckily) for you, your little trip of seeing him at the gym to hand over some important documents gave you quite a good view of this egotistical man.

ᯓ★ he couldn't understand you.

to dr ratio, nobody in that damned guild really lived up to the vision he hoped; none of them shared the same sentiment or kind of intellect he possessed, and it made him frustrated and somewhat... lonely.

that was, until he met you. he had acknowledged nobody before as a genius, nobody but himself, until there was you. but there was one thing this genius couldn't decipher about you... and it was the fact you did not seek to eradicate the plague of ignorance with him in the intelligentsia guild.

why, oh why, did you reject his offer to expand the universe's knowledge with the greats... only to be a humble servant for others?

ᯓ★ your academic rival.

veritas ratio prided himself on the fact that nobody could come close to his achievements and intellect at his university, he was just that good at everything he did.

however... you ruined his peace of mind and decided to give him a run for his money by taking his spot as the top student last semester by a few points.

though, as much as you both had a mutual distaste and rivalry for each other going on... you two were paired together for an important project. and of course... you had to work together. hooray.

ᯓ★ nobody thought he would be a family man.

not a single soul that knew dr ratio ever had the feeling that he would settle down with someone he would love more than himself, than his books, theses, and knowledge–let alone have a child with them.

however, you and your child with him are living proof that even a man as cold and critical as him are capable of loving and finding their purpose as not only a scholar, a professor, a doctor... but as a parent.

ᯓ★ your ex husband.

after being married to dr veritas ratio for three years and ending your union with him after such a fruitless and one-sided relationship... you had felt so liberated, as if all those years with him were just a bad memory for you.

however, when you went out to dinner at a high-end classy restaurant, the very last thing on your mind that time was the chance of you seeing your ex husband again... only for that one slim chance to come to fruition, with you being face to face with the man who seemed to never love you when you two were together.

his amber eyes gazed back at yours with a hint of longing in them, of endless nights of longing for you, his ex spouse...

ᯓ★ he wants to be your only one.

dr veritas ratio is a universal level problem solver; capable of engineering such helpful devices that saves planets and star systems across the galaxy, delegating on important issues for the good of humanity, and an important doctor that alleviates the malady of ignorance... with 8 PhDs to his very famous and well-known name.

...it shouldn't bother him this much that you're so obsessed and giggly about a bunch of pixels across your screen that utter binary code that translates into words you comprehend... right?

then why is it that as he tries to relax in his bathtub that he can't seem to get that release he's seeking from the pent-up frustration he gets when a character from your favorite game compliments you, gives you gifts, or... says they want you to be theirs. surely, he can find a solution to this finicky problem he has to make you his again, no...?

[endless-ineffabilities]

there's hope for us yet - (2/2)

Anakin Skywalker x f!reader

The reader realizes that her true Anakin will always exist, in some spark or another, however miniscule. And she reconciles with what she must do in order to get him back.

masterlist ▪︎ part one

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When your eyes open once more, you're lying on something soft.

A sense of familiarity eases in as your fingertips glide on the silk sheets underneath you. And that scent. Which can only be...

"What were you dreaming about?"

Your head falls to the side, slowly, dreading what you'll see. Because you know, without a doubt, it's all going to break your heart.

Anakin lies on his side, with his torso bare and his head propped up on one sturdy arm, looking at you all starry-eyed.

Like he always had.

You can help but let out a shaky sigh. Why did I have to lose this? Why did I have to lose you?

He notices the switch in your expression. And as if he's heard your thoughts, he whispers, "I'm here, stardust. I'm never leaving you."

But you did.

You sit up halfway, and find yourself saying, "What about all that you said? About Senator Palpatine? If you... if you truly believe that, Ani, then I could... " I could lose you. Your words echo in your head. He must have heard them to be meaningless ploys.

"You don't understand, stardust. I'm doing this for us. For you! This way, we can be together forever. Nothing can take you from me."

You lean forward, gripping his hand tightly. "Nothing will, Ani. Your visions won't come into fruition. You're not gonna get rid of me that easy, you know." You smirk at him to assuage his concerns, but his frown stays in place.

You massage your thumb in between his ruffled brows, in a show of easing the tension in his expression. "I love you," you breathe.

"I love you, stardust," he says, his voice breaking with emotion. He presses his forehead to yours. And then, his lips on your own.

His breathing is heavy, his mouth frantic. His hair falls forward, casting shadows on the sharp angles of his face.

I love you, he keeps saying. Though he claims your lips again and again, before you can get the chance to say it back.

Your fingers tangle in his unruly blonde tresses, anchoring themselves as he slides down and nips at your collarbone. His hand dips inside your blouse, gently pawing at your chest.

When he looks up at you with his mischievous smirk, you nearly forget where you are. You want to.

"Ani..."

I want this to be real.

"It is real," Anakin responds without missing a beat. He lowers himself further, hands gripping your hips. His fingers trace a line underneath the waistband of your trousers. "Give in to me, my stardust. This can be as real as we want it to be."

"Now is not the time..." Your words halt when he presses his lips to your hipbone.

"Why not?" Anakin purrs, then proceeds anyway. His breathing is warm against your skin, as he carefully starts to undo your trousers.

It certainly feels real. Any world, any reality - Anakin Skywalker will always have the ability to set you afire.

Your stomach is in knots, in equal parts excitement and anxiety. You want to focus on him and only him, but your gaze is directed towards the ceiling. Or lack thereof. All you see is an apparent simulation of the night sky, with thick gray clouds to reveal a storm simmering and waiting to unfold.

You were so caught up in Anakin that you failed to notice your surroundings.

"Where are we, Anakin? This isn't your suite."

He sighs, shaking his head. "That's what you're thinking about?"

Lightning flashes overhead. Dread rips into you as it casts a glow above everything. It had been only for a split second, but it was enough.

The sky glowed red. You see much clearer now.

"Let me take your mind off it, stardust." Anakin had pulled himself up suddenly, covering your line of sight. Everything, like always, is just him.

He grips your jaw in one hand, forcing you to look right at him.

"Anakin..." your voice is a low warning him. You notice how it sounded more of a question. Your guard is up, your hands bunched up into fists at your sides, no longer lovingly pressed against him. Suddenly, the comforting feel of the silk sheets feels like a betrayal. A lie.

"Kiss me," Anakin purrs. His lips take yours, roughly. His teeth clashing against yours in the movement. "This is all I want. You're all that I want." He grows frustrated when you don't kiss him back. Almost rabid. One hand keeps your face against him, while the other freely roams all over your body. His fingernails dig into the flesh of your thighs. "Say you're mine."

"No," you struggle to take a breath, squirming underneath his solid form. "You wanted something more. And now you have it."

"Because of you," he implores. "I did everything for you."

"I never wanted you to cross over into the dark side." Rage is evident in your shaking voice. You find your strength and propel yourself from underneath him, footsteps carrying you away from the bed. He follows suit but you put your hand up. "Stop." He doesn't listen. When has he ever?

For me? How dare he blame me?

Anakin reaches you once more, looking pained. That familiar frustrated furrow in his brow making him look youthful. Almost vulnerable.

Like that brazen young Padawan whom you met a long time ago. The one you fell in love with.

You wait for him to speak. To begin his tirade. He was fuming just a minute ago, surely he has some lovely things to share. About the past. About what you lost. What he sacrificed it all for.

The new Empire. Palpatine. Darth Vader.

Each one a dagger right through your heart. Reminding yourself that he did not choose you.

But he was lost.

You shake your head at your resolve breaking. One look at his broken expression and it all falls down.

He was lost. He was manipulated.

"Forgive me, stardust." Anakin says. His forehead presses against yours, and he holds you close. The makeshift sky above you seemingly calms, no longer displaying the occassional flash of crimson red. You feel the tension leave your body, and nearly slump against him.

A minute passes before he finally speaks again, "I never meant to hurt you. I never meant for any of this."

You know full well that he apologizes for much more than causing you to grow irate moments ago. He means everything.

"I know," you finally admit. Your eyes flit over his features. His eyes gently shut, his fingertips memorizing the planes of your face. "But this... this was the end."

"Well," he slowly smiles, and it is one of both sadness and acceptance. But when his eyes hold yours, it betrays the Anakin that would never accept defeat, who would never relent to losing the one he loves forever. "Why don't we go back to the beginning?"

The scene fades before your eyes, but Anakin remains.

And he always will.

It is the day after your thirteenth nameday, and your Master has granted you leave for the entire week.

It gives you the chance to interact with the visiting Padawans from other Jedi Temples, but you find yourself sitting all alone in an alcove in the inner courtyard.

Training has not been easy as of late, and you're beginning to doubt whether you deserve to be in the Jedi Order at all.

Lost in thought, you make the hilt of your lightsaber hover to the side. Spinning it midair. Tapping it against the stone in a sporadic rhythm.

Maybe if I fail, I can make a living off of these party tricks.

Then a voice breaks you out of it. "That won't be much of a living, but I have a better idea."

The boy you will soon know to be Anakin stands there, with his sandy mop of hair along with its signature Padawan braid, and curious gaze. He looks to be about your age, but already much taller.

"Stay out of my head." You respond on instinct, letting annoyance win over.

"Don't you want to know what I had in mind?" He sits across from you, unfazed. Clearly this is a kid who holds himself in some high regard. His force feels like determination and honour.

And defiance, as well as a simmering fury, but you will find this out much later.

"Not really," you shrug, trying to play coy. Your interest is piqued, but you're still discomforted by the thought that this random Padawan is tuning in to your deepest emotions.

"Well," he sighs. Something tells you it didn't really matter what your response was. "I was thinking that I can help you train. I can feel that the Force is strong with you, as it is with me."

"Is it, now?" The pair on this guy. But he's right. He has the power to bring balance to the galaxy. He just doesn't believe it yet.

"It is. And trust me, I tend to be right about these things." He smiles, and it is one of boyish innocence and wonder. Years later, he will change, but you will find that his smile remains the same.

You shake his hand in introduction, and you fall into conversation. How long is he visiting your Jedi Temple? Where did he come from? How is he finding his training?

It's polite conversation. It's a normal afternoon.

But it's also the beginning of everything.

"Come find me," he says to you, before he leaves.

"I will."

As he walks away, you notice a cloud of smoke encroaching upon him. White tendrils twisting in a race to get to him. Anakin. You blink hard, trying to get clear of the haze. His figure is morphed, doubled in size. Something's not right.

The white tendrils turn red. Darkness creeps in from all sides, and you know there is danger here.

"Wait!" You scream out. I have to warn him.

You take sure, long strides toward his figure and your bones ache. You're certainly taller now, and stronger. Much older than your thirteen years.

"Anakin, wait!"

He turns, and it is not Anakin. You freeze upon seeing the unfamiliar being, towering over everything, dark mask firmly in place.

Darth Vader. You realize just where you are, and why you're here, running around moments of impermanence.

He starts to speak, and you're startled to hear that the voice does not come from Vader's deep, chilling synthesizer.

"Come find me," he repeats. It's Anakin's voice. The one you've always known.

"I will," you say once more, the meaning of the words renewed.

And then everything is lost in a blinding flash of light.

You find yourself back on the suspended path, amidst millions of the same pathways to memories and forms of reality. The galaxy stretches eternal, the stars unending.

Anakin stands calmly before you, as he did when you arrived.

"You have to go back, stardust. Ahsoka needs you."

"I know," you say, not willing to say goodbye, but there's no other choice. You take his hands, committing the feeling to memory, and he rests his forehead against yours.

"Will you come find me?"

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"I always will."

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

Neptune Placements and Subconscious Manifestation

Neptunians have a calling in their souls path that utilizes the subconscious prowells of the underworld and higher realms of reality.

Everything is subconscious before it is materialized, so neptunians have a great understanding of this at birth. The beauty of this is that once they learn how to stay afloat in a reality that tries to force them to be grounded, they will be able to use their brain to conquer the reality they wish to receive in this lifetime.

With that being said, let me explain how everyone with neptune placements can utilize their gifts in order to receive the reality they want for themselves, as well as knowing how to appreciate the things their subconscious mind is able to do and magnetize to them.

I will say that nothing is impossible, because with the mind all can be possible if you just believe. Neptune rules the higher heart, it allows us to see the beyond of something we believe as impossible to be possible. With the use of our pineal glands (neptune/uranus) we can see more of anything in the horizon even if its not able to be seen first hand, with effort and practice.the world can be ours.

Sun/Neptune - When it comes to your subconscious mind, it has much to do with the way you express yourself into the world. If you want a dancer, a lawyer, a scientist, etc. Before it materializes you must act it out BEFORE it can arrive to you. Think of the law of attraction (which neptune rules over) and think about how you'd be if you were these things already. Your brain doesn't know the difference between you having this thing or not, it responds to the nature of doing something and receive information on how to expand the consciousness on that desire. Being your true self helps you get into alignment with the thing that you want.

Pay attention to how you act when you are around others because this is reflective of your imagination, not theirs. With neptunians it is easy for people to take in people’s projections of them and it can mess with your imagination, however, we still have control on we’re our subconscious reality goes.

Moon/Neptune is reflective on your emotional state. For example, you want to feel joy, right? What happens if you never felt joy ever? You would have to force yourself into that roll. It might sound goofy at first but with practice you will realize that energy doesn’t lie, and our emotions are connecting to energy.. good bad and neutral.

The beauty with this placement is how well these individuals can alchemize their emotions and transform it into something that they want in the material/physical reality. So if I want more joy and I never felt it before but I know it’s a form of happiness, Im going to “pretend” to be joyous and when I keep doing this it’ll begin to reflect into my reality therefore REAL joy can come into fruition. It just takes time n effort. And with said effort of mastering the alchemy of my own emotions, I could then create a reality out of this energy (our emotions are = energy) thus moving me into a vibration of more joy where I can attract what I want into the form of whatever it is I desire. I just have to seek out joy.

With this placement though, a lot of times what you want to create doesn’t have a actual look, mostly a vibe. So sometimes you have to reflect on the feeling of it and not just the look. “Follow the energy” would be my final word to you all.

Neptune/ASC has a lot to do with shapeshifting yourself into the reality that you want. It also has a lot to do with being consciously aware of the choices that you are making, and making moves toward the direction of your desire. I’m going to use miss Marilyn Monroe as an example. Monroe, a neptune/asc in leo had a vision that she would be a star. Before we knew her as Marilyn, she was norma jean with brunette hair and a pretty smile. Once she transformed her look, hair, and character it was at this moment she would be the world famous superstar of our time. She talked about how she used her mind and pretended she was already the star she wanted to be and with time it moved her into the direction she wanted for herself. Another example would be you want a house or a car, but it’s not just any car or house it’s a luxury! Your subconscious doesn’t know the difference so you would have to consciously make yourself act as if you have it because the external reality responds to the vibration of your internal self (conscious and unconscious) first, external after.

Neptune/Mercury the power is in the voice! One of the few placements that can will what they want for themselves with the power of the tongue. The truth of the matter is that you must pretend and then focus on the energy that is being presented when willing it into your reality. These are the type of people who can be prophets in their life and utilize this ability with any talents in writing/singing/rapping/visuals etc. The use of the hands here is a gift as well. Scripting and creating stories of their own life before it happens is something they could be pretty good at if they listen to their intuition. The mind responds to what you believe is real , like for example you say "Im ugly" a hundred times, the universe will attach that feeling to your reality. If you say "im pretty" eventually your mind will believe this as true, so then you end up being in situations that show your true nature. YOU control the mind and what comes out of it. Just be you!

Neptune/Venus the power is in your sensuality and the way you express your love for yourself and all around you. Beautiful placement, how you will what you want within reality is by going with the flow. Dreams can come true but with venusian energy we have to relinquish our control! These two planets together deal with the heart, so what we believe wholeheartedly can come true we just have to embrace it with our minds and the way we feel life with our sensual nature. Beautiful placement, i'll say it again.

The love you have for yourself will reflect back in your manifestations. Deservingness is a theme for people with this placement.

Neptune/Mars - Your drive. Your endurance levels and what you believe is possible is how strongly this placement will be. If youre not confident in whatever it is you want than mars energy here will be a pretty low since its dependant on the subconscious. I see people with this placement having to embark on a lot of psychological transformations as mars/aries rules the head so the mind will always be something worth having to overcome. Building up confidence and working up a sweat is actually a good way to help your manifestations come through quicker! Neptune/mars can rely on getting into the root of something to heal the wounds of the subconscious so that their conscious reality can mirror the internal feelings of what they desire in the process.

Neptune/Pluto - Okay so at this point i want to start of by saying that any planet that isn't a luminary (Uranus/Neptune/Jupiter/Saturn/Pluto) does not have much of a affect in the physical, but mostly internal and spiritual. Neptune and pluto together are a powerhouse baby! Because its dealing with the unconscious and the subconscious and its usually something that lays hidden. With the luminaries, we can consciously see what are reality is like versus our imagination. With this placement its tricky because if pluto wants to stay a secret, thats what itll be. The goal here is to see and feel what your imagination is trying to say to you. You may be dealing with blocked manifestation abilities with this placement so it'll take some sort of 'shadow work' to get the bottom of any issues as to why manifesting something isnt as easy.

Now here is the part on how it can be easier. Since pluto rules the unconscious, you must be aware of your dream state especially since neptune is the ruler of dreams. Sometimes what you want may not come thru you but through others, as pluto is a magnet of getting other people to do what it wants. So with that being said, connecting to your inner self via meditation and thru dreams would help you see the best manifestation method for you. Neptune/Pluto together shows me that their are a lot unlocked gifts that you may have to work to get a chance to use them. Pay attention to how you feel and what you say when manifesting. Start with a sentence on what you desire, pay attention to your imagination, what comes up? does it feel good or bad? if it feels good feel the vibration of it and thats when you'll know how to receive it because its thru a certain emotion (and emotions bring power WHEN used correctly). If it feels bad, why? go deeper on the subject, because it could either be blocking you or protecting you. A lot of times the unconscious like to hide because maybe when you were younger something 'forced' it to lock away certain gifts. Your subconscious/unconscious self holds great awards, and the more you go inside to see the more you will become the magician of your own reality!

Neptune/Saturn - Grounded. Material. Discipline. Staying Focused. 4 things to note with this placement is that saturn will reward you with the effort you take to move into it! The original law of attraction placement. It focuses on bring our dreams into material reality. With you guys, meditating on what you want and then creating a blueprint for it is the best way to see thru an idea and allowing the universe to present it to you the way it sees fit. We may not know all the answers but thats the point, we're not suppose to know everything we're just suppose to do it.

Now with you guys focusing on the task and putting all your energy on that goal is how saturn will push you forward to that thing you want to manifest. I need yall to dream big here because saturn whats you to create something with a long lasting foundation so theirs no playing small here. We start off with some baby steps and we move on to the bigger picture but saturns energy deals with the dark stuff nobody ever talks about. Hardwork pays off but the amount of effort you put into changing your mindset and going in with the challenge is the kicker.

Creating the vision is easy with neptune but putting in the work is sometimes the hardest. How bad do you want it? That's a saturn proverb here. We gotta get use to things not being as 'easy' as we may like, and thats the lesson saturn brings with this placement.

Neptune/Jupiter - This placement counts on your belief system so the higher your beliefs the stronger the outcome of the manifestation. This placement has no room for small, shorthanded beliefs because you'll eventually will have to learn how to expand your horizons. Jupiter rules luck, so a risk will be necessary on receiving what you desire. Do you wish to travel? Then you must believe that you can fly. New look? You must believe that you will look great in whatever you put on? Don't trust yourself to swim ? Gotta change that narrative, just say you're a mermaid without gills ;) jk. This placement can not be still and you will go through many journeys in life whether it's through the mind or across the world. Believe in MORE and you will receive it.

Seriously though, this placement is built on your belief system and it can get stronger immediately once you go towards more optimism in your life.

Neptune/Uranus. Think think think! The power is strictly in your consciousness. With manifesting what you want, it may be more unconventional than you'd think. As a person with this placement (this is a generational placement from like 1993 to 1999) I've noticed that this placement requires you to look beyond what you see in front of you. This generation so far is creating a new era of dreams no one never seen coming. Ive seen people manifest their dreams as being a rapper and even if their not super famous or in hollywood they've built a lifestyle for themselves that we've otherwise never seen possible. I'd say their more on the independant side which I've seen a lot of so far. But the reason I used that as an example is because you have to let go and let the unexpected happen. Our dreams are possible to achieve we just have to know that it may be different and most likely ahead of its time!

I hope you all loved my observation list on neptune and the other placements! Stay tuned for more to come. Maybe you can manifest what i do next ;) hehe, bye!

[moonunirealm]

𐙚 ⋆ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ᴍᴀɴɪꜰᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ

i sometimes don’t even notice when the things i want come into fruition but here are some things i noticed…

𐙚 ⋆ ᴍʏ ᴅɪᴘʟᴏᴍᴀ!

this time last year i felt so helpless, literally didn’t even know what i was going to do with my life but i graduated last semester with flying colors!

𐙚 ⋆ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴇʀᴛᴏ ʀɪᴄᴏ + ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀᴛꜱ

at the beginning of this month, i was doing my vision board and decided that i wanted to travel more so i put a beach with the puerto rican flag. a couple days later, my friend texted me saying she wanted to take me with her to puerto rico for the bad bunny concert, an album i didn’t even tell her i liked, btw. also, added concerts to my vision board since i love going to them and think i don’t go to them enough. including that bad bunny concert, i have 3 concerts im going to this year… and it’s only january lol

𐙚 ⋆ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴊᴏʙ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜ��ɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

by the end of last year, i’ve had a different mindset so these were easier to manifest but the title explains the gist, i wanted to work right after graduating and i got 2 office jobs that i actually like, surrounded by people who are nice, funny, and want to see me win.

first job, i interned there while in school and from the first day, i told my boss that i was going to work there. she didn’t believe me, the other interns said they’d like to work there as well but i knew the job was mine. my first day officially on the job, she was like you said this from the start, and i was like yupppp lol

second job, i went through the whole interview process with a company that didn’t know me from a can of paint. it was 4 rounds of interviews over like 2 weeks and throughout the whole process, i knew the job was mine. i wanted hints in the interviews that they liked me, and that’s exactly what i got.

𐙚 ⋆ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏʏʏ

ties in with the jobs, i wanted more money and just freedom to buy/get anything i want. i always have enough, money always comes easy to me, and i always get paid early from my jobs. literally in one of them, we’re supposed to get paid on thursdays, all my coworkers get paid on thursday but i get paid on tuesday nights.

𐙚 ⋆ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴍ!

this one has been really important to me, before, me and my mom were close but i always felt there was something missing, on both ends. now, we’re closer than ever and are way more in sync. i love that we have inside jokes that get created effortlessly, she’s literally my bestfriend!

𐙚 ⋆ ᴄɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴꜱʜɪᴘ

with trump in office and being a resident, i didn’t feel safe enough with just being a permanent resident so an opportunity came to me on how i could get my citizenship and now im getting a us passport soon :)

𐙚 ⋆ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ

few small everyday things like a lotion i wanted, hygiene products i never told anyone i wanted, getting my food paid for without asking even by coworkers i barely know, a new phone, coping skills/more patience, etc. omg also, doesn’t need a whole section but i wanted to include things not messing up if i tell people my plans, i changed my mindset with that bc im a yapper, if im excited about something, i want to tell people and i hated that anxiety that comes with that mindset so now i can tell people anything that’s coming up that im excited about without it being “messed up”.

ib: @solanasreality (i loved their post omggg)

[crk-tranquility-au]

A Teetering Coin

Torn apart, a soul drifts across the celestial void. Peaceful, yet Oblivious.

And then. It is violently awoken, ripped from it's delusion into a world not-quite real.

Another layer of hell.

Further and further, it descends towards Earth-Bread.

But something catches it before it falls completely.

A clawed hand of darkness reaches out,

ey e s g lim mer i n g l e e -

Hello?

Harlequin eyes peer down at what it had caught in its grasp.

A star.

OH! oh! I win, I win! The game is mine, mine! Hello, salutations, greetings, little Shepard.

The stars shift into something more… Recognizable.

It remembers.

He remembers.

What…? It's… You again. Why here-? Why… Now? What… Game?

He-heh! Me, little ol' me. And you. You. Here and now because it must be, here, and now. I found you! A little game you didn't know you were playing.

Many eyes curl up with amusement. But never blink, no, never in order.

Asleep. How has your voyage treated you, old friend? Is your time serving you well? Because it is serving me well. I am free! I am here. In the now. Maybe not in full, maybe not at all! But I am here. And now.

You… Of course you're free. I… Did I…? Set you free? I couldn't have… No. I remember… A puppet?

A puppet indeed. One of such value.

The Doll- No- You didn't.

Yes! I did! You are not to worry. Everything I have schemed has already come to fruition. I am not to harm you, no. Only to remind you that you played your part quite well.

My part-…?

In body and in mind. Careful where your steps fall next, Marionette.

You… I can't even think of anything to say...

The following acts.. I'm sure you can read them. You are but at the mast of your tragedy my friend. Have you forgotten the origin of a heros journey?

…I know. It was you who invented it. It was me who… Bastardized it. You… You took my mind. My darkest desires and made them reality. Gratifying in the moment. But now I see that… In the long run, great suffering is upon this world…!

The world you so eagerly left behind?

. . .

Desires are no less apart of you.

You…! I… Did. Didn't I. And you did not make me. My deal… It was one of the few actions that were my own.

Really? Your wish, maybe. That desire. Your actions are no less your own, even still.

. . .

I do not want you to follow in my steps. That was the point of everything. Fear is one of the greatest motivators. And so we brought them to you in the form of visions.

You… Failed. We both did. The whispers… The visions… The eyes…! The way you made my pilgrims turn against me so long ago. The way my- our power. Granted us infinite possibilities, possibilities that broke our minds. It broke me. You broke me, and then… I broke myself.

Those were just dreams.

. . . !

Those were the visions.

Past and future all the same.

Witches look at me… Cannot tell what is real and what isn't anymore… Cannot even tell if he's lying now, or was lying then… Or both. Or Neither. Or Never.

Trust. Luckily a fickle thing.

You are insufferable…! And unfortunately, I understand.

Of course you do. You know what they say about great minds.

They think horrendously alike. . . . Then you feel it. Our power going supernova once again. Bits of stardust, bleached of their original intention… My souljam… it's white…?

Seems I was mistaken. The cycle has already begun anew. Fragmented.. further.

I thought once was enough… How far can it go…? …I do not wish to find out.

At some point: it will be deluded into the natural workings of this world. It will be so fragmented that not even the shards of shards will retain their names.

Knowledge… Reduced to a shell of itself. A return to a twisted sense of origin…?

I'm sounding like a certain flour cookie.

Perhaps… It could spare them. Feeble cookies. A paradise in perfect ignorance. Perhaps… This is not such an awful thing…?

Ignorance is bliss. And so the eyes remain forever open.

But it does not… Have to be that way. There is still hope…! For them all. Even if it fails to for us.

Do not try to bargain with me. I've already made my deals with the absurd.

You…! Do not think it is possible, do you?

To free cookies of suffering? How naive.

You've suffered for so long… You have forgotten what ignorance felt like… A beautiful thing… A caterpillar before metamorphosis, An Oasis before it dries up…! A vow of prosperity before it turns to overindulgence, -a noble cause before it's twisted into something unrecognizable…!

Butterflies and caterpillars die. Their ignorance lies with them in death. But that is the curse we forsook upon taking on the burden of knowledge. Truth, wisdom. Or whatever it may name itself next.

It is true… Death. It transforms you. For most it is a simple oblivion to fear or look forward too. The end… For us, it is a step within a higher process. We know better. And even in death, our deaths. We still have the chance to act. Whilst others are being crumbled, re-baked, rejuvenated and crumbled again… We are doomed to watch and wait for the inevitable. Do you… Really want to do that? Death doesn't have to be our end. We don't have to sit and watch the same damn thing repeat over and over.... The very thought makes me sick I wonder how you bore such a burden…?

That was the point of bringing you to the spire.

It didn't work.

Did it really?

It didn't. And both of us know this. It didn't… At first glance.

Then the Cycle continues. A pointless carousel.

There are two minds within the other-plane. Many more just above this, where you'd pulled me down from. I don't wish to be a Shepard of knowledge anymore, I don't wish for there to be a wolf hiding beneath the shadows. She… I don't wish for there to be another Herald-, Hero-, Holder to be served upon a silver tray.

But It doesn't care about that, does it? It's not what the witches' haphazardly designed. It's imperfect.

It was wrong of me… To leave such a world behind. To leave all those cookies… To have my wish granted… Only for me-!

Oh how "wonderful" you have a way out.

Be QUIET i'm thinking-. Don't interrupt my MONOLOUGE-!

. . ? oh, how familiar.

. . . You irritate me… Because you're right by technicality…

Of course I am. I have had thousands of years to come to my conclusions. Your ideas are only in their infancy. They will grow and evolve as you do.

They are… Small now. But that doesn't mean they are any less of importance. You know me. You've known me all my life. You know I will find a way. I will. I will. I'll keep my promise. I'll make sure that wish is granted…!

Have I known you all your life?

Quiet. You have.

Wishing on something impossible only destined you for insanity. The reason I cause it. Is because it leads to the opposite. Everything is equal and the same. And without one, there is no other.

Then neither will exist.

All things will have an equal and opposite reaction.

For as long as there is matter, force will be able to act upon it.

Matter cannot be created nor destroyed.

…What if it never existed in the first place? What if… The bang never occured. The Human realm never fell. And the Witches never baked…?

Then we will cease.

Perhaps… Perhaps not. Only It knows, until I try.

Then try.

You tempt me…?

When have I not? he-heh.

Ah…ha… Fuck…

hehah.. he-hehh HAH! WHAT A GAME. BETS ARE IN, STAKES ARE SET!

Ahahahaaahaa!!! Hahaaaaaaa hahahaaaah-ah!! Oh…! Aha…! You are quite the riot, are you not? Ahahahaha!!! Aaahahaha!!! Aha!!! Ah…!

—

The laughter continued, and one clawed hand raised up as if to slap a knee. However it lands on the back of the Shepard.

Sending the both of them, the lamb and the wolf, hurtling back to reality.

Co-Written by Salem (As Pure Vanilla) Co-Written w/ Fox (As Shadow Milk)

[gothic-thoughts]

Come To Fruition

(I do not like this nigga; #day1sukunahater 🙄)

Ryomen Sukuna x Black GN Reader Angst

JujitsuSorceror!Reader, TrueForm!Sukuna, Drabble

TW: Kidnapping, threatening, just Sukuna tings

CW: Your cursed technique implies you'll fall in love with the King of Curses

“What?” He scoffed, “I brought you into my domain nicely and you can’t even kneel?”

With an annoyed sigh, you slowly sink to your knees glaring into his red eyes as his evil smile grows wider and wider, taking pleasure in your animosity.

“So...you think you can fight me?”

“No. I didn't come to fight, I just said that so you’d bring me here so we can talk.”

“So you tricked me?”

You wince in guilt, looking at the floor, hoping the king of curses wouldn't kill you on the spot. With a deep chuckle, he rests his two lower hands on the mountain of skulls, pushing himself to his feet. He crossed all of his arms, red eyes narrowing down at you.

“Heh, no one has ever tricked me before—much less into a conversation. You intrigue me, human; therefore, you get to speak freely.”

“Freely?”

“Well....as free as I’d like. Now tell me, how stupid could you possibly be to want to be here?”

“Like I said, I just came to talk. I saw that you’re destined to be with me, like....romantically.”

He laughs loudly, shaking his domain as he walks around your body to stand before them, looking down at them as if your very existence was unfortunate.

“You truly believe you're...what? My fated one or something?” He laughs again, “Tch, how can something so foolish exist? What even lead you to such a theory?”

“I’ll show you, but it involves my curse technique.”

“Hm...” He cups his chin with his massive, upper right hand in thought, “Very well, but no more tricks out of you, understand? Or I’ll gut you so fast you’ll still be conscious enough to see what your liver looks like.”

Despite your trembling, you manage to open a small blue puddle atop the shallow pool of blood on his domain floor. You look up at Sukuna, making sure he is watching before saying "Where will I be when I find love?". The puddle shines brightly before fading to a dimly lit image of Sukuna’s domain. The monster’s eyebrows lift, leaning down to get a closer look at the vision before standing up straight with a scoff.

“Heh, and I reiterate, you think that the King of Curses would fall in love? And with a little...thing like you?”

“And you think I’d love you? My technique does not lie and it's never wrong.”

“So much for ‘never’. How does it feel knowing your curse technique is useless for your next battle?"

You hang your head slightly, trying not to argue, "It's not useless."

"Really, now? So you're saying there's a possibility that I will fall for something as foolish as mortal?”

“I hope not.”

“Exactly, so we're on the same page. Tch, I’d outlive you if I breathed on you wrong; it would be just a waste of time. My time, to be clear, not yours.”

“I know. But like I said, my technique is never wrong, and it only gets stronger the more I use it."

His smile suddenly disappeared as a result of a sudden change of attitude. "Interesting..."

"Yes, or it was supposed to. Can you...send me back out now?”

Your eyes widen but before you can speak he uses his lower left hand to grab your throat and guides you up to your feet. He pulls you closer, making you stumble as he drags, watching your eyes twitch and search his face for any mercy.

“Though I do admit that you’re intriguing, why would you think I’d do that?”

“...what...?” Your voice cracks, "But--" 

He held up a finger to his lips. “Shhh. You think that I would just let you go just because those pretty lips beg me to?”

He roughly releases your neck, making you drop to your knees, coughing. You rub the sore windpipe as he kneels. He suddenly grabs your chin, nails sinking into your cheeks and jaw, drawing blood from the puncture marks. Your eyes burn, preparing to release tears.

“Why?”

“And you still have the nerve to ask me questions!” He laughs loudly in your face, “You really are an interesting one, especially your technique. That being said, I want to experiment on you."

“Wait...my technique didn't mean you fell in love with me..." Your eyes widen in realization, "It meant I fell in love and you made me stay here...”

“Aw, isn’t that unfortunate?”

You sniffle, tears falling from your eyes to his fingers, “I shouldn't have come....”

He feigns a pout and wipes your tears with his other hand.

“Oh, don't cry, it's cute when you cry.” His pouting face cracks another arrogant smirk, “Keep that up and who knows, I might fall for you.”

[molinaesque]

Cooper Howard and Lucy MacLean's rare and wonderful dynamic (and how it's ultimately alright if they don't become "endgame" or whatever)

First off... I'm saying this as a HUGE ghoulcy shipper btw. I don't wanna hear about some bullshit about how "you just don't like the ship" or something dumb like that (have you SEEN the state of my blog??). I ADORE this ship. These are also ultimately my own thoughts. Do not be affronted if this somehow doesn't apply to your hcs. At the end of the day, this is fiction, nothing more.

Something I have to note on about the wonderful dynamic between Cooper and Lucy. Even if ghoulcy stays platonic, I'm fine with it because this is the closest dynamic to Jack/Liz from 30 Rock that l've seen, and if anyone's seen that show, you KNOW what I'm talking about. Let me explain.

Jack/Liz were two v complex characters that had so much chemistry but the way their "relationship" worked was so unique in that they were never romantic but they're WAY more than just colleagues/ friends, etc. There was literally an article titled like "why you'll never see this kind of relationship in television again" and ghoulcy has the potential to be that again which is still GREAT! It even goes on to talk about how they're COMPLETE AND POLAR OPPOSITES but the dynamic still works and how they feed off of each other in the only way no other characters can. The "dynamic" is THEIRS and theirs only. Seem familiar?

From what we're getting not just in the Fallout show but from interviews with the actors and creatives involved, we're already getting that special dynamic. However, I must stress that many of the comments and those interviews (imo) are sometimes taken TOO literally. The existing text and subtext of the ship is already abundant and ripe so I feel like not EVERYTHING has to be referred to the ship and the ship only. I know it's mostly funsies but I legit wonder if some of this is taken too seriously to the point of misconstruing an actor's words and getting tunnel vision JUST for the sake of the ship and ship only, in turn cheapening what is already there. Kinda like what I've seen with people having to vilify Barb further with unnecessary inferences to scenes that give her more layers (like questioning her genuine love for Janey and Cooper. She can be loving AND a villain y'all. Both things don't have to be mutually exclusive) EVEN THOUGH SHE IS CLEARLY VILIFIED BY THE SHOW BY THE REVEAL SO WHY MAKE UP STUFF? To "punish" her more?? Apologies but this kinda reads as "I need to prop up my ship further so I MUST degrade the other ship" even though it's again... SUPER UNNECESSARY (I must stress I've seen this on ALL sides of shipping/character stanning. Both sides suck when you engage in this behaviour). Have fun and faith in the strength of your ships (ESPECIALLY if they're not "canon" adjacent)!

Anyway, as I was saying...

Going back to 30 Rock, there's literally a scene in the show where they get married due to shenanigans, they get in a big fight the whole episode and in the end sit down and have the most revealing discussion with a councilor about why they're so much more complex than typical relationship. And another scene where they sleep in the same bed together and addressed why they never hooked up with each other and why that's okay. By the way, I was also a HUGE shipper of these two... But I was fine with how they ended up with because the story of their special relationship that makes them uniquely THEM was clear and concise. This did not stop me from reading fics where they make kissy faces. It is possible to do both and I think some ppl tend to forget this.

I'm not saying this for the antis (don't like what you don't like, but if you harass shippers then you can suck eggs and leave. This applies to shippers to non shippers too btw. Be. Nice.), I'm saying all this because I want shippers to not "despair" if the ship that they've become so invested in doesn't come to fruition (and not go overboard into thinking that writers should listen to whatever audiences want all the time, we've been down this road SO many times, it's terrible. Do we REALLY need to talk about how The Rise of Skywalker turned out the way it did due to unnecessary pressure from the loudest antis/asshats in fandom? I think not). Maybe this is also more towards the younger audience members as a cautionary tale because we old ass millenials have seen and been through this but didn't have the immediacy of social media at our finger tips, so it was kinda easier to not be as reactionary. I don't like playing the "you youngins don't know what it was like" card, but at some points it is just a statement of reality. Some of you are/were LITERALLY too young to have experienced this.

Ultimately, what I'm saying is even if ghoulcy doesn't become "romantic", I'm fine with it as long as they stay within the "something more/beyond definition" dynamic which is ALWAYS refreshing to see. Give us more "what are we"! Give us more "it's complicated"! Give us more "we can't be summarized in neat little boxes"!

As long as they don't end up in the pit of "one dimensional interpretation of the Found Family trope which is somehow only just Familial and in this instance Father-Daughter". Please, I BEG. Nothing wrong for people to like this dynamic, but to immediately categorize this into that box is just... Tiresome. You can make the same arguments about "shipping two living beings together on screen all the time" too for sure... But again it leads to my point of if we're going the platonic route how about we NOT just shove it in the same boring dynamic of Father-Daughter that if you want, can find in multitudes of other forms of existing fictional media.

Tldr; have fun but always remember this is all fictional media in the end where we play with dolls in a sandbox. Just remember to BE. NORMAL. and not forget this and start shitting in it and flinging poo at each other. That goes with relationships with creators of said media too. Do NOT become parasocial and expect everything to be catered to you. The creators want to tell a story THEY came up with in the first place.

LET THEM.

[meowzfordayz]

helplessly-in-love

Author’s Note: thanks for embarking on this lil helpless-friends-to-lovers journey w/ me. 🤗

helplessly-in-love

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~900

CW: none

they’re-both-so-helpless, emphasis-on-helpless

~faqs~

“Hey…”

“... hi!”

You can’t help but chuckle, an awkward smile that reminds Kyojuro of Home brightening your eyes. He sticks out his hand, a solemn expression on his face when you shake it, voice as serious as ever as he declares:

“Just so you are aware, you have officially agreed to be my romantic partner.”

“Kyojuro!” you exclaim, jaw dropping, cheeks hot, “I didn’t- You didn’t- We can’t-”

“-but we can! And we are!” he interrupts cheerfully, gaze twinkling mischievously, “Or is that not why you agreed to meet me?”

“I dunno,” you stammer, blinking quickly, hand burning as you realize you’re still clutching his fingers, snatching it away with an apologetic grimace, “I thought maybe this was the part where you tell me Haha so funny or Sorry, I was drunk when I snapped you or I changed my mind?! or-”

“Sweetheart,” Kyojuro murmurs, a husky, adoring title that halts you in your tracks, already missing the familiarity of his hand in yours, “I would never offer my sentiments flippantly.”

Your pulse stutters, head tilting with confusion. He watches you carefully, resisting the tender urge to cup your hands in his palms and press them to his chest. You swallow thickly, clearing your throat once. Twice. The corner of Kyojuro’s mouth twitches. You scowl, playful distraction scattering the haze in your vision as you huff.

“Oh nice Kyojuro,” arms crossing teasingly, “How kind of you to giggle at me after short circuiting my brain.”

“I am capable of such a feat?” he asks, smug grin informing you that his question is very hypothetical, “Do you remember your first impression of me?”

You nod slowly, gears struggling to shift at his unexpected tangent.

“I remember mine of you. Whenever I get to see you, I feel like I am simultaneously discovering something wonderfully new while also feeling a gentle sense of solace. You are the crackling embers I return to at the end of a weary, darkened day. And I love you.’

“Kyojuro… is the cafe really exhausting you that much?” you blurt, both concerned and stepsiding his explicit confession, “I can come and buy all of your baked goods or something. Whatever helps. So you don’t have to work as hard and worry about not selling enough stuff.”

Kyojuro laughs. A hearty, enraptured sound of devotion and exasperation. You narrowly avoid gasping when he swiftly grabs and covers your hands with his own, tugging them sweaty and nervous to his sternum. His eyes peer steadily into yours, your favorite color of sunset framed by unfairly long lashes, gleaming more fervently than you thought possible. You feel his breath as he raises your knuckles to his lips, kissing them lightly, smoothing the slightest tremor in your grip.

“They said I should tell you,” you admit, a rushed revelation as you melt in the fruition of your fantasy-becoming-reality.

“Oh?” his brow quirks, delighted in your acceptance of his touch, “Tell me what?”

“Mitsuri and Shinobu,” you squeak, “They said I should tell you that Iloveyou.”

“Tengen gave me a similar earful,” Kyojuro hums knowingly, “Although,” volume lowering as he rasps, “I did not catch your last word.”

You gulp, the extent of his affection and your flustered demeanor finally registering. Rengoku Kyojuro loves me you inhale deeply, allowing yourself to perceive the roughness of his callouses against the backs of your hands, jolting from your daze into the present tension as you notice the subtle doubt lingering in his pupils. And I…

“I love you.”

Your reciprocation is soft. Feathery. Grounded in the delicate caress of your fingertips stroking over his heart, matching the relieved exhale of fear from his shoulders.

“You love me!” Kyojuro beams, “I love you!”

With a happy squeal, you give into gravity, arms hugging tightly around him as he promptly lifts and spins you. We’re helpless you think, months of waiting and wanting obvious in how eagerly he holds you; in how resolutely he embraces you. Helplessly in love he thinks, the racing of your heartbeat almost audible; the shine in your eyes illuminating his heart on your sleeve.

“Your friend stopped by yesterday,” Kyojuro remarks. “[y/n]?” Mitsuri perks up, contriving glint in her stare. Uh oh Kyojuro freezes, recognizing his error too little too late. “Do you like them?” Mitsuri chirps—demands—excited now. “Pardon?” Kyojuro’s attempt at innocence is abysmal at best. “They aren’t my number one friend on Snapchat anymore… I think you might like each other!!!!!” “Huh…?” Even as his ears redden, turning swiftly to the espresso machine, feigning oblivion to the careful manner with which Mitsuri watches him. — Winter settles in, as does the yearning, Mitsuri’s prying at the forefront of his mind every time the bell on his cafe’s door jingles, your welcomed presence filling his lungs as he greets you. Again. And again.

5:02PM Kyojuro: I love you.

5:08PM [y/n]: ???

5:08PM Kyojuro: I apologize.

5:09PM [y/n]: DON’T DO THAT 🤯😖😭

5:11PM Kyojuro: Do not love you, or do not apologize for loving you?

5:11PM [y/n]: bgriludhgou;sbjgs

5:11PM [y/n]: KYOJURO 🥴

5:12PM [y/n]: meet me 2mro? we can go for a walk

5:13PM [y/n]: hullooooo??

5:25PM Kyojuro: Alright. ❤️

5:26PM [y/n]: it’s a date 😉

[life-deep]

Truth

you must’ve thought you’re something special

like nobody filled with sorrow fermenting into alcohol

like nobody hold a grudge like you, nobody resent the truth, like nobody taking pride in the mess of their lives

we all do

you must’ve thought i was a fool then,

when i was waiting, watching, i saw you coming

before i ever exchanged a word, i swore,

it was simple, not rolling dice, a toss of a coin

fall on the sword or venture on through my world

only thing i learned is to forget my pity for people wandering just like me

i saw you.

in you

i saw me

that’s the truth

the one i said but you never knew, so immersed aren’t you?

never realized i was crashed out worse than you

every substance consumed, my life lived in a vacuum

no room for a new way of thinking

peripatetic, constantly moving

shark hunting, never settling

till i sink my teeth in the next vice waiting

in a vacuum, couldn’t breathe:

hoping for something to change

throwing quarters, wishes made

splash in the water could bring blessing from above and

AHAHA

truth is

loved living on my ass, smoking up the lawn, so much grass

loved watering my garden with alcoholic poison

loved indulging myself in another person

malevolence my favorite fragrance,

drunk on the taste of power, people looking at me in reverence

how it wasted all my hours, just to end up back where i started, in pretense

sitting in the mud or is it just my bullshit?

convinced no one would understand

how that fueled so many excuses like

you wouldn’t get it, you’re just pathetic

no one can suffer like i have suffered

left exchanged in the arms of my mother

grew up like a wolf, surrounded by predators

or am i just Narcissus staring at the water

didn’t ever stop till i

I CAN STILL FEEL IT

didn’t end until i could feel it

didn’t stop until i could breathe in

didn’t stop till i stopped to see the vision

so blurry when you’re tripping and tipping

told me to wake up and get my head on

fruition is the gift of the action, forges perspective

i set down my poison, aghast, like this what everyone doing? this the life we’re choosing?

then i met you

now i see how pathetic the excuse is

ridiculous the notion that down ain’t the way we all once going

everyone’s swimming, you’re just not looking, too busy thrashing

when we drown our emotion, unable to control it

for just one second forget it! FEEL IT!

Let yourself bleed that shit, wear it on your sleeve for a second

embrace it like an old friend watching over you

it’s not out to get you it was born to protect you

it was born in the fire, all it knows is burning

but you’re more now,

we are all more, now FEEL IT

what small an image to think no one can get it

no one understands yes, just because our language

doesn’t contain words to express it

fight my whole life to express it

so one day someone like you can feel it

know you’re not ignored

not abhorred, not confounded

for all the pain,

we all feel

have no words

but seen

understood

[mudandmire]

WIP Wednesday

I'm probably never gonna finish this little one-shot, which is fine. Mostly, I was just messing around when I needed a break from my other more important pieces ehe. BUT I did make a banner 👉👈 because I frickin love making those, so here ya go - unfinished little fic thing.

Azriel x Eris ~2.5k words | they're drunk and trying to solve problems???

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Wine lies thick on his tongue. Mulled, crushed spices kept in the spare corners of his mouth that don’t ring with the lingering warmth of alcohol. Cinnamon, Azriel thinks, spinning his crystal glass in his hand, watching the low light of the oil lamps refract through its prisms. Cardamom and cloves. 

All of it fuzzy in his mouth, curled around his shoulders and in his stomach like a warm blanket. 

“Did we consider the recourse equation?” There’s a smear of black ink along Eris’s temple. His thumb a print where it presses into the skin, bleeding it white from pressure. 

Azriel likes the angle he’s at right now; vision skewed, the steep before a dive down. Eris sits tall among a ring of cleaved open books and journals. He’s a lone tree, the one remaining constant in their cross-hatch of dead ends and trails gone cold. 

Blood rushes slow and pulsing to his head. Growing heavier the longer he stays sitting upside down in Eris’s cozy leather armchair. It molds to the form of his body, his wings left to sprawl out on the red wool carpet like great canvas sails as Azriel’s frame sinks into the cushions. 

Recourse equation. Azriel has to dredge through the muddy lake of his less-than-sober thoughts, inebriation spilling out the sides of his tipped-up mouth, flush red with wine. But—the thing Eris said, he asked a question, and by all rights, Azriel finds his tongue moving in a certain direction to answer it. 

Well or not, there’s still half-coherent words. 

“Unless you’re not considering the thaumaturgical—which it sounds like you’ve moved definitively away from—the recourse equation isn’t…hm, doesn’t do the snap-back thing you’re looking for.” 

“We’re looking for,” Eris corrects him idly, not looking up from the paper chock-full of notes. “Or did a couple glasses of mulled wine make this entirely my endeavor?”

Azriel shakes his head, inordinately pleased with the way the room moves on an axis about him. Strands of his hair brush against the carpet; the ceiling, his floor, the floor, his ceiling, and between all of that and the seated warmth deep in his gut, is Eris and the purple shadows under his eyes. 

“Don’t reinvent the wheel,” he says wisely, a frown creasing his mouth. Actually, would it be a smile? Depends on the perspective, probably. 

A rustle of pages, Eris clicks his tongue. An instinctual response; one Azriel has learned to listen for, like the chirp of early-morning birds, and he’s been able to categorize them. When the kettle is out of hot water, when the ink blots his notes, when Azriel isn’t paying attention—a gut response to things that displease, dismay. 

“No,” Eris sighs, long and low his body caves to the force of it and he sinks further into the crescent shape of his spine. “Just reconfigure the constructions of the known universe. Sounds simple enough.” 

“Eh,” Azriel shrugs and it makes him slip lower to the floor. His hand falls flat against the carpet, palm up, and he makes a sloppy ‘so-so’ gesture. “What’s the basic foundation of magic to two sleep-deprived maniacs?”

“Wine’s not helping any.” 

“Ah, but see, your perspective is rigid and contained. You have to let the wine flow, Eris, to reach true intellectual potential.” 

If Eris agrees or not, the result doesn’t come to fruition because there’s a scoff, and he’s already moved on. It happens often enough that Azriel has gotten used to it by now. Eris is wickedly quick, conclusions seem to jump to him and so the multiples of veins his thoughts split into are only there to keep track. Keep count, keep him going and moving if a dead-end looms in front of him, Eris is able to derail, move on before he hits it at full speed. 

It does, however, mean that Eris is extraordinarily bad at listening. Or, retaining. Azriel often has to repeat himself, or give in to the spiral of his thoughts like a storm cloud reaching earth and—go with it. 

“Listen to this,” the incredulity in Eris’s voice already tells Azriel that while the wine has turned him into some kind of malleable element that seeps into comfort, into considering the position of one between floor and ground and also how hungry one has to be before struggling up and finding the platter of dried fruit, Eris remains heightened. Tightened like screws, taut limbs and musculature of his lithe body exemplifying something kinetic, in motion and unwilling to stop. 

Azriel tips his head further back. At this point, his body has slipped at a snail's pace down from the armchair until his tailbone is resting on the edge of the seat cushion. He gets a good shot up Eris’s nostrils for a quick second before the curtain fall of his copper hair catches against his lips, his open mouth. Obscures his vision, and he blinks against the strands caught in the thick of his lashes as if spotting sunlight through the stained glass of a deciduous forest canopy. 

“Listen, listen,” Eris rushes, hand mindlessly pawing at the slope of Azriel’s cheek. It’s a little—touchy, the shape of his long fingers against his skin a brand, and Azriel breathes through the feverish swell of affection. “I cannot believe they would allow—listen, ‘the phenomenon of what we know as bargain bonds, or what Laemen’s categorizes as pact magic, relies on the principle of Glossolalia to conduct the act of cementing the bond itself—there is no proof thus far that it does not depend on outside constructions of magic apart from the individual themselves.’” 

“Is that Deturgey? Wasn’t he disproved no more than a year later on his research on the magical superiority of high fae?” Azriel tilts his head back further, surprised to find the sturdy press of Eris’s kneecap instead of air. 

The paper goes flying. Lucky it wasn’t shredded instead; Eris has that crazed look on his face. The one that likes to dig further than he should, like picking at the skin around his nails until it bleeds. But, Azriel will admit as he watches from the angle Eris’s legs lie at, looking up as if in his lap, he likes the way Eris’s eyes go bright. Matching whatever churns and boils inside of him with the firefly orange glow of his irises. Sunset on the coastline, maybe. The last fiery explosion of the sky, splintering with all its impermanent colors as it sinks behind the hack-sawed jaw of a mountain range. 

He’s ranting, or conniving, or just speaking soundlessly with his hands fluttering like birds without a perch all about him. Azriel tunes back in, his arm stretched out to his side and grasping blindly when he feels the smooth edge of parchment under his fingers. 

“His methods alone…why they keep him as a household name, I’ll never understand.” Eris isn’t quite up to the angry seethe, but the edge is clear in his voice. Sharp as the corner of the paper, Azriel holds above his head, squinting at its nonsensical equations. The specialized diction every researcher or scientist had taken to learning, acquiring, and completely obliterating for the sake of, well, Azriel doesn’t know, but he supposes prestige has something to do with it. Why a simple declaration of how, no, magic doesn’t only stem from the land, takes up fifteen pages, and needs an acknowledgement page. 

Academics. Azriel has no idea what to make of them. 

The words on the page are blurring, his thumb traces the inked scribbles of Eris’s own annotations in the wide margins. He can make out ‘bullshit’ and one of his more discreet, long-formed quotations that starts with ‘if I,’ and ends with some iteration of ‘stuff a forge-warmed steel pole up their rectum’. Classics, to be sure. Azriel’s lips tilt up in fondness despite himself. 

He makes a noise of consideration, hesitant. “I wouldn’t call Deturgey a household name, I think he’s just well-known because he’s been proven wrong more than any others.” 

“Yet he has the most published journals on bargain magic and bonds.” 

“So we have a smaller pool to research from,” Azriel amends, lying spread-eagled once again on the carpet. His ass now firmly on the floor, arms to his sides mirroring his wings. 

“More like a poisoned pool—this cannot be the only recent research done. Does no one indulge themselves in curiosity anymore?” 

Eris’s hair hangs low, his body curved above Azriel’s like the protective bough of a tree, shadows dancing in the porcelain hollows of his cheeks. Sometimes Azriel feels as if he’s made for these low-light moments. Eris in the daylight is something else; untouchable and masked. There is not a part of him that doesn’t meet and rival the sun. But here, in these syrup-slow fractals of time, firelight and oil lamps where Azriel can feel the heat of the room pressing at the hollow of his throat, slipping weights on his eyelids; here, Eris is carved out to be looked at. Revered. He doesn’t seem to understand that the pale planes of his freckled body were made to be touched by soft orange light that way. 

Well. Probably because the closest Azriel has ever gotten to telling him such an unbelievably embarrassing thing is to simply—look at him. Big eyes, a supposably moronic expression left on his slack face considering how Eris will tut. Take a single knuckle and shut his agape jaw for him. 

But the blueprint of him still stands; he was made for the low-light, secret, slow moments. Azriel will find a way to prove it, conduct his research as hands-on as possible, and make himself follow step by step the process to proving his hypothesis true if he has to count every consequential freckle himself. 

“You have that stupid look on your face again,” Eris says without tearing his gaze away from where it’s pinned to a new research journal. 

Startles out of it—Azriel can feel the heat of his wandering thoughts stick to his skin like a sheen, layered on top of him in a painting of absolutely down-fucking-bad. On-his-knees-begging, kind of pathetic. Three glasses into a delicious mulled wine, and still thinking Eris would taste better. 

“Which one?” Azriel taunts, alcohol catching his tongue, tripping on the simplest of inflections so it dips deeper than he planned. 

Well. It wasn’t planned. But Eris pauses his dogged perusing, and that pair of fiery orange suns peek at him over the edge of the pages. Alight with repressed amusement. Unfortunately, Azriel can’t see the rest of Eris’s features, so he has to draw in the quirk of his pink lips; he has to fill in the blank of where the impression of creases at the edges of his eyes would be. 

Eris flicks his nose. “The one where you’re getting distracted.”

Azriel holds his nose. It doesn’t even twinge. “I confess: I don’t know what result you expected when you brought out the aged, mulled wine.”

“Restraint?”

“I’ll choke if I start laughing down here.”

The angle is wrong, unable to capture it from the floor, but Azriel has the strongest conviction that Eris rolls his eyes. “I’ll throw you a funeral,” he says flatly. 

“Have we considered the tattoos yet?” Azriel proposes. 

It’s easy to fall into these roles; late nights fading to early morning, and the space in between where they stay. Neither aware of the change, head buried in old published journals, nor at the desk with chalk and half-asleep hypotheses cluttering the board. 

Whether he realizes it or not, voluntarily or not, Eris’s hand slides from the carpet and makes a pathway into the roots of his hair. Azriel hasn’t washed in days, he thinks of this as Eris cards gentle fingers against his scalp. It’s either he’s here in the late hours working on solving this problem (and the next, and the one after that when it becomes clear what seemed like a big problem was really just an illusion made of much littler problems that all need separate solving) or at Rhysand’s beck and call for some reason or another. 

Sleep—closest he’s been to the yawning edge of it in the past months is now. Fire-warmed and tender with the mulled wine setting heavy in his stomach. It has nothing to do with the slow, methodical way Eris touches him, something to be studied and treasured in equal measure. Nothing at all concerning the steady rise and fall of his chest, the inhale-exhale symphony, Azriel fades away to like a lullaby. 

“What do yours mean?” Eris asks, his voice far gentler than it has been the whole night. Azriel could piece his question before he asked, if only because the hand in his hair had skated down to meet where his neck lay bare under the loose strings of his tunic. The creeping impressions of his swirling tattoos, a crude representation of the shadows that linger around him. A second coat, a second skin. 

It seems Eris either didn’t hear his question, or he’s moved on in the way he does. 

Azriel rolls with it. Easy enough to do when he’s being pet and doted on like a lazy cat. 

“Mm,” he hums. Doesn’t know when his eyes fell closed. “I got them when I transitioned from a youngling to a male, after the rite and all that.” 

A pinch in his skin—Eris takes his pointer nail and digs it into the sensitive skin near his collarbone.

“But what does it mean?” He asks again, impatience lining his voice as he ignores Azriel’s quiet hiss. 

There’s two choices here—more than, but his head is heavy and thoughts sluggish, and he thinks for now he’ll limit it to two. Azriel likes to be compliant, he likes doing a good job and knowing he did so without being asked to. He also, unbeknownst to some, is a little shit. 

Azriel feels this is fully accepted—and to be expected—when it comes to a late night, three glasses of mulled wine, and Eris’s full and undivided attention. 

Truthfully, there is no way this equation ends up any other way than Azriel peering up at Eris through sleepy, narrowed eyes and saying with a sly slant to his mouth, “Take a wild guess.” 

It’s not like it’s a surrealist painting—there’s really only one thing the swirls and shades of black ink on his skin can be interpreted as. 

Despite this obvious conclusion, Azriel understands wholeheartedly why he deserves the sharp pinch to his nipple.

...

Do Not come after me for using the wrong science or math or academic words, or whatever. Please. I'm begging. I have no idea what I said because I dunno how one would talk about magic that way, but I was intrigued, and I felt it fit with Eris, so I tried okay.

[bones4thecats]

↳ Fractured Confessions VI.

A Future! Trunks × Goku-Daughter! Reader × Obsessed! Zamasu.

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six (here). Seven I. Seven II.

This was made with my lovely new friend Tumblr friend; @looooochie!

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Anger was everywhere. It came from the Saiyans, from their children, from the humans below trying to survive and protect one another, and from the fused being above.

He looked down at everyone and spoke, but you heard nothing. Your mind was blank, you had never seen anyone so determined before. Not even Vegeta when going against an opponent.

"I'm sensing a familiar power." Zamasu chuckled. Everyone sucked in a breath, Supreme Kai moving closer to you as you began to shake.

"My beloved has returned to my utopia, hasn't she? Come now, love. Come into my loving embrace."

"Loving embrace, my ass!" Vegeta screamed, holding an arm in front of you with Goku as they glared at Zamasu, filled to the brim with anger at the audacity of him speaking about you as if he was your husband and not your kidnapper and brainwasher!

Zamasu's smile faded to annoyance. To think these mortals believe they can keep our love from each other! Oh well...

Goku and Vegeta charged their blast, yelling for Gowasu and Supreme Kai to bring you somewhere safe. The two nodded and Supreme Kai grabbed your hand, running to bring you to the safe spot that Gowasu and he were at before.

"Don't worry, we'll keep you safe here." The small kai said, holding your hand as he kept you below Zamasu's vision.

"Just make sure you hide your energy." Gowasu added.

You nodded and hid your energy, blending in the mixed auras of the kais beside you. What was happening? Why was this happening?

...why did you feel someone else protecting you?

-

Vegeta and Goku had been knocked down. Zamasu stood high among everyone, no care for the pain he had caused or the pain he was currently causing. Only care for his plan to come to fruition.

"What a beautiful sight it is; the end of his wretched world." He said.

Goku groaned, voice breaking as he stood alongside his ally.

"Not so fast. It's not over yet, Zamasu. You'll see."

Vegeta gripped his left arm, much like he did when it was broken by Android 18 years prior when they were still evil and served Dr. Gero's plan of getting rid of Goku.

"Like I said before; you're gonna have to go through me first." Vegeta added.

"You cretins refuse to acknowledge your limits. Well perhaps it will only sink in once my power tears you to pieces."

Standing beside one another and ready to return to fighting, the Saiyan males began to power up to Super Saiyan Blue once more.

"Oh shut up!" Vegeta yelled. "You should know by now; Saiyans don't do limits."

"Let's charge together at full power!"

Yelling as they jumped up to attack the now god-level kai, Goku and Vegeta left a trail of blue behind them. Their energy was massive, bigger for a sudden attack than anyone had seen them given for such a long time.

"Enjoy this; my ultimate lightning." An insane laugh came from Zamasu as he moved slightly, his energy behind him soaring as he let out the demonic noise.

Lightning soared from the energy and towards the duo of fighters.

I can't watch! Supreme Kai thought as he gripped your hand tighter.

Blasting through the attack, Goku and Vegeta yelled as they punctured Zamasu's power-being behind. They screamed as their powers overtook it and smashed the silhouette.

"Impossible!" He exclaimed.

Purple smoke from the explosive power pealed around the city. Thankfully you and the two kais were safely out of distance for now.

Just as Goku and Vegeta went to land punches to either side of Zamasu, he grabs their hands and scoffed;

"The lack of reverence you two exhibited trying to lay hands upon a god; it is the worst kind of sin." Just then, his hands snapped downwards, crushing the bones in both of the Saiyan's arms. They yelped in pain as their bones were being crushed, broken into pieces.

"Gods are meant to look down on mortals. You insignificant beings are not worthy of touching our flesh so casually. And yet, in spite of that fact, you have committed countless acts of humiliation against me. Transgressions that are punishable by death."

Zamasu threw the two back to the ground, but before they hit the ground, he sent his blades of judgement after them, successfully striking the two while falling.

The remaining blades landed in the ground alongside their bodies, and in a moments flash, they exploded.

"Dad! Uncle Vegeta!" You screamed.

"Stay down!" Gowasu exclaimed at you, trying to keep you safe still.

Zamasu turned to look in your direction and smirked. Finally.

-

A hand clasped around your mouth in a flash, your eyes widened as you looked behind you. Energy was soaring behind you as you were lifted above.

Gowasu and Supreme Kai yelled your name, fear being their only emotion as you were taken away. You tried screaming, kicking, even blasting the man behind you... yet all he did was chuckle and wrap his other arm around your midsection.

Fear... no... terror swayed in your mind like a swing.

"Finally, my lovely sweetheart. Alone again. Two souls meant to be one."

Your struggles in his grasp only made him look down at your face sorrowfully. He sighed and loosened his grip, not enough to let you go freely, but enough to make you more comfortable in his eyes.

"Why, dearest? We could have been together forever. We could have been in a perfect world without those blasted mortals! You could have been a perfect being... a goddess... my queen!"

Zamasu's grey eyes met your dark ones, his pupils were perfectly shaped against the grey iris. His chin was also perfectly lined, not to sharp, not to smooth. His ears; large a pointy, yet cute and slightly emotive with each word. His physique... perfect.

He smiled, a hand reaching up to pet your cheek while the other wrapped around your waist, holding you flush against him. It felt familiar... comforting...

"Remember what I said at our home? About your 'family'? They left you; I stayed. I took care of you, praised you, loved you."

Below you both gathered the group of people who were shocked at what Zamasu was doing... what he had done to you in that house: he had brainwashed you like a hypnotist puts their subject under their control.

"So... who do you chose, love?

"Him or me?"

...

What Timeline Do You Chose?

[Timeline One: "I Choose Trunks"] [Timeline Two: "I Choose You."]

[whateverisbeautiful]

I was wondering what you think would have happened to Michonne and Richonne if Frank Darabont had stayed. We know he wasn't going to do Rick and Andrea because he said so. Do you think he would have done Richonne or would he have made Michonne follow her comic counterpart? I think I would have hated that because some of the things they have her do in the comics I am not a fan of.

Thanks for this question! I wrote my answer below. ⬇️😊

I love reading pilot scripts and, to date, Darabont’s pilot script for TWD is one of the best I’ve ever read. He’s an extremely gifted writer with the filmography to back it so it would have been interesting to see where he would have taken TWD if he stayed showrunner. But putting Richonne together, I just don’t know enough about his vision for the future of TWD to be able to predict if he would or not. I think Andy’s championing of Richonne would end up being the big motivator to make it happen maybe even moreso than Darabont wanting to go that direction himself.

Regarding Michonne’s comic arc - I’ve never read the graphic novels but I’ve heard details about Michonne’s arc in them and I am super glad they gave TV Michonne a much different experience than her comic counterpart.

I think Darabont would have strayed away from Michonne’s comic arc and given her something fresh as well. When Danai thanked Andy for having chemistry with her so she didn’t have to do some of the stuff comic Michonne did, I very much understood where she was coming from.

I know there were certain choices that Gimple made during his time as showrunner that I wasn't a fan of, but something I really do applaud him for is seeing the vision for Richonne’s romance, planting the seeds as a writer when he wrote one of my all-time favorite episodes of television ‘Clear,’ and then bringing Richonne to fruition once he was showrunner. Some showrunners would have been inclined to overlook the potential there, but I'm glad he saw it and acted on it.

It really does mean a lot that Andy, Danai, and Scott saw and championed Rick and Michonne being more than partners in crime, but partners in love. Rick wasn’t just meant to lean on Michonne as an asset but love on her as a woman. And Michonne wasn’t just meant to integrate into the group but into Rick’s heart and immediately family. I’m grateful they knew that and that they made the absolute most of Richonne and their love story. 🙌🏽