#goodbye's hurt but they are made with love

[gay-dorito-dust]

I wanna write fluff for this traumatised fandom but all that comes to my head is pain.

In another life you wouldn’t have to be forced to say goodbye to Viktor, only good nights before you both drifted off to sleep side by side, or good mornings as you greet each other with a kiss to the cheek while making breakfast.

In another life you were happy, Viktor was happy, everyone you knew and love was happy that both Piltover and Zaun were thriving. There was nothing but peace and prosperity for as far as you could see. No war, no fighting, nothing for you were all living how many could only wish would be a reality one day.

In another life you got to hold Viktor however long you wanted, his skin was still that of warm flesh and bone beneath your touch and the kisses you planted along his shoulders.

In another life Viktor was well rested, well fed and even smiled and joked more then he ever had before. His amber eyes were alive and observing everything as he talked you through how some of the inventions worked in vivid detail, all with a excited smile upon his face as his hands before more animated with his every word. You loved whenever he got like that.

In another life you got what you wanted and what you wanted was him, was Viktor as you cuddled into him while he read, his hand moving to rub your back as though it was muscle memory at this point and kissing your temple now and then before continuing his reading. He’d playfully claim that you were a distraction but of the best kind and your heart never felt fuller.

In another life you didn’t have to worry about Viktor leaving you, you didn’t have to fear a possibility of him becoming lost in his ideals for a glorious evolution and forgoing his humanity, shed his human skin for a form of cold, biting pliable metal. Lost to the hexcore of which did not exist within this other life.

However you didn’t live in this other life, did you?

You lived in a life where tensions between Zaun and Piltover was at an all time high.

You lived in a life where hextech was high in demand to be used against those who threaten people’s ways of life.

You lived in a life where you saw more death and destruction then you ever did anything else, almost as if a tranquil life was prohibited and everyone was born to suffer, Zaunites more so then those residing in Piltover, unable to mourn nor bury the dead as survival of the fittest was a way of life rather than just a motto.

You lived in a life where you had to say goodbye to Viktor, multiple times, each one being more painful and heartbreaking than the last.

You lived in a life where proclamations of love did nothing to stop him from leaving the academy as he looked at you with the eyes of a stranger.

You lived in a life where the possibility of a happy ending was few and far between. Not many were blessed to have it no matter how much good they’ve done in their lives, fate was often cruel to those least deserving of such treatment.

You lived in a life where you wished you could’ve done more for viktor as the arcane consumed him, leaving you alone with nothing but his cane.

You lived in a life where you wished the pain would end, you couldn’t take it and didn’t want to say goodbye to anyone anymore. It hurt far too much as you left with the memories Viktor left behind with you, as though that was going to heal your broken heart but did anything but made the pain worse.

You lived in a life where your dream life with Viktor was nothing more than a fantasy, a dream you’ll never reach.

You lived in a life where nothing was fair, everything was taken from you and nothing was given back in exchange for your suffering. You lost Viktor, you’d never get to live the life you wanted with him.

You lived in a life where you were never meant to.

Viktor knew this too, for he had those same dreams of a perfect reality himself, but then he remembered he was a man of science and ignored it no matter how much he wanted it to come true. He knew it wasn’t plausible.

Viktor knew he could dream, but he wished he didn’t.

[wannabeschyulersister]

“I didn’t expect to see you here tonight,” the voice of the man who once held such significance for you said.

You set your wine glass down on the counter and turned to him, “I managed to get an earlier flight from LA. I wouldn’t miss Sarah’s birthday.”

Pedro nodded and tucked his hands into his jeans pockets. It was evident that he was just as uncomfortable and nervous as you were. It had been nearly six months since the two of you had last been in each other’s company.

“How have you been? I haven’t seen any pictures or anything online of you lately.” Pedro kept his thoughts to himself, but it was evident that he had been stalking your Instagram account quite frequently since the breakup.

“Yeah, I just needed a break from everything,” you explained. You didn’t want to tell him that seeing his photo online physically hurt you.

“I wanted to reach out to you a lot. I was worried about you.”

“I’m fine.” You said simply.

“(Y/n), I’m sorry-“

You held your hand up to stop him, “please don’t finish that sentence. I don’t want to have this conversation.”

“It’s necessary. We haven’t spoken in months.”

“And whose fault is that? You were the one who wanted to end our relationship. You refused to fight for us. I didn’t give up, but you did.” The pent-up anger and sadness were building up inside you.

Pedro hated the pain he had caused you. He was aware that the breakup would be challenging, but he underestimated its severity. “(Y/n), I was looking out for you.”

That made you laugh, “Are you looking out for me? You broke up with me over the phone to look out for me?”

You knew your conversation was being overheard by the others in the next room, but they had already heard everything from both of you.

“We’re both incredibly busy. I couldn’t be there for you like I should have. I neglected you, and I hated that. You deserve someone who’s always there for you.”

“So, you took matters into your own hands without even asking me how I felt. If anyone can understand your hectic schedule, it’s me. I’m constantly juggling multiple projects, shooting this movie and another one. I would have been there for you when things got tough. I was there.” Your voice trembled slightly, as if you were on the verge of tears.

Pedro wanted to embrace you and offer comfort. “I’ll regret my actions for the rest of my life.”

You blinked rapidly, wiping away the tears that had formed, “I need to go.”

As you stepped out of the kitchen, you felt his hand reach out and grasp your arm. Even though it had been a while since he last touched you, his presence still had a calming effect on you.

“I know you don’t want to hear this, but I’m sorry. You deserved better than what I gave you.”

“I genuinely want to hate you, Pedro, but I can’t. I’ll always love you. I believed in us even when you didn’t.”

You moved away from his grasp and left the kitchen. He heard you tell the others goodbye before the front door opened and closed.

He wanted so badly to follow you outside and beg for your forgiveness. He didn’t know if you’d ever would.

[baocean]

starting over - rafe cameron [four]

smau! rafecameron x youtuber!reader

summary: you’ve moved back to the obx after 4 years of growing your career in california. your friendships stayed afloat during your time away, you can’t say the same about your relationship. but rafe hears your back in town, and it set on not letting you go this time.

masterlist | three | four | five |

rafecam: 👶🏼🐕‍🦺🍾🏎️

kelcee: So aesthetic king!

↳ ruthieslife: so sassy

sarahcam: awww the pic of the three of us 🥹🥹

tthorton: Loving this sign of life bro!

↳ kelcee: Gets left on read ONCE and immediately goes MIA

↳ rafecam: That’s enough thank you! 🤗

barryrusso: We get it u drive a Porsche and go to parties

↳ rafecam: Did you not see that I also hang out with dogs?

wheeziecameron: THE PIC OF US THATS SO CUTE

↳ wheeziecameron: I didn’t know you liked me 🥹

↳ rafecam: I don’t ❤️

sighing, you looked over at jj. he turned to look back at you, giving you a questioning glance.

“rafe.” that was all you had to say, he nodded knowingly.

“as your friend, i say give it some time. you just got here.” jj shrugged his shoulders and you smiled.

jj had been your friend for a few years now. he’d been the #1 person for boy advice for, like, 5 years.

“yea, you’re probably right. alright, i’ve got to go edit some videos.” you sat up from the bean back chair, placed in the corner of jj’s room.

“what videos did you film?” he asked you, standing up with you.

“a get ready with me, and i talked about weird things my family did growing up. and i did a baking video with cleo that i’ll probably put out tomorrow morning.”

“that sounds fun, can’t wait to watch them,” jj smiled at you, “whatever you end up doing with rafe, we’ll be there for you. it might hurt for a while, but you will be okay.”

“thanks j.” you pulled him into a hug, letting yourself relax into your friend.

you said your goodbyes, drove the ten minute distance back to your house. everyone was home, all five of your siblings and your parents.

you found talking about your childhood with your siblings so easy, that’s why you had made a video about them a few days ago.

it was loud in your house, just the way you liked it. ethan and mikey playing video games in the living room, willa was coloring at the table, humming her own little tune, liv and asa were off in the workout room, asa’s rap playlist blasting in the distance.

it was completely calming, in all its chaos. something comforting and familiar, exactly what you needed right now.

[bisexualcroissant]

The Line is so scarily perfect for Viktor’s character it hurts like getting suckerpunched every time I listen to it.

My body’s on the line now

I can’t fight this time now

I think these lines go without saying but the way they reflect so much of Viktor’s predicaments throughout the series…It’s devastating. When he was dying in season one, his body failing him, waking up to Jayce at his side and asking—How much time do I have left? Then the first time he died after Jinx’s attack, and Jayce’s absolute horror seeing him, his refusal to lose Viktor as he sprinted back to the lab, desperate to try anything. Do anything. Then the second time, when Jayce killed him, and when he says goodbye to Sky as he loses the last of his humanity to Singed’s work, when he says “I will miss our talks,” and Sky says firmly, “No, you won’t.”

I’d rather you not be here for what could be my final form — as Viktor gets further from his humanity, loses more and more of it as he turns into the Machine Herald; the way he’s basically saying, I’d rather you not be here for this, when I lose myself, when I forget who I used to be. I read most of the lines in this song as a plea from Viktor’s most human parts to Jayce, aware that he’s slipping away from himself but unable to really do anything about it.

Did I disappoint you?

Makes me think of when a horrified Viktor, coming back to himself, asks Jayce: “Why do you persist? After everything I’ve done?” And all Jayce says, before reaching out to hold him, is “Because I promised you.”

Keep the memories of who I was before — Before everything fell apart, back when it was just Viktor and Jayce working in the lab together, fuelled by their visions and dreams. “Now…all I want…is my partner back.”

And not to mention the line change to:

My body’s on the line now

Pull the blanket tight now

Jayce’s blanket—the one Viktor never let go of to the end. Even when he was the furthest from his humanity, he still had Jayce’s blanket wrapped around himself. The one Jayce put on him to keep him warm, even when Viktor could no longer feel cold.

If I cross the line… The way Viktor was so horrified when he came back to himself, realising what he’d done and what he had become, only for Jayce to not care—the same way he didn’t care how changed Viktor was when he woke up: “What am I?” “You’re alive.” For Jayce to tell him You were never broken, Viktor, and there’s beauty in imperfections and all of it made up an inseparable piece of everything I admired about you.

Even when Viktor was lost to himself, when he was gone far enough that he was ready to remove the humanity from so many people, lost in the idea of the Glorious Revolution that would only come to disaster, Jayce never gave up on keeping his promise to Viktor. He still loved him through everything, enough to be the only one in any universe that could show Viktor the way out and bring him back to himself again.

like just FUCK ME oh my god.

[m-e-stanley]

A JINX ARC 3 CHARACTER STUDY

Arcane act 3 served as a brutal reminder to just how impactful Isha was to Jinx mental health

Season 2 starts after Jinx just killed Silco and attached the leadership of Piltover. We see her drifting, lost, till she finds Isha. Or rather, till Isha drops on her.

And then we see a visibly lighter Jinx. She jokes around, she's more sarcastic and she seems to be lighter. She didn't even want to join the Piltover/Zaun conflict. She was, maybe, content. To just live with Isha in that little hideout, playing monster Bash with Stink Maw and the others. And when she got back into fighting, she only did it because Isha was captured.

But then Isha died and when we see Jinx in the final arc, we see probably the quietest version of the character we've ever seen. Jinx has looked angry, sad, happy and even crazy, but for the first time, we saw Jinx tired. Not the physical tired, but the mental tired. She didn't even try to escape from Cait's officers and let herself be arrested after making sure Vi was okay.

She feels like she is truly a Jinx. First, in season one her bomb caused the deaths and her eventual separation from Vi. Then she killed Silco. And then Isha, sweet Isha who loved and admired her no matter her crimes, died right in front of her.

Why did Isha's death have that much impact? What was it about Isha?

There's many reasons.

Vander and Silco had already happened by then. She never truly recovered from those losses. In Zaun, there really is no time for grief, just survival. And Jinx was a bottled up character filled with grief. Grief over a childhood lost due to her attempt to help. And then the grief over the man who took her in after that, and who died at her hand. Isha was just the straw that broke the camel's back.

Or maybe it was because Isha loved her even when she became Jinx. Her childhood friends and family loved powder. Silco loved Jinx, yes. But Silco also used Jinx in his business.

But Isha? Isha looked at Jinx, what she saw as the worst version of herself, and loved her unapologetically. Admired her, modelled herself after her and followed her everywhere. That was something she never had. And then she tried so hard, so so hard to keep that feeling, only to lose it.

Isha brought life to jinx. Don't get me wrong, Jinx was always alive. But Isha brought something Jinx didn't feel in so long. Contentment. Jinx was content at that hideout with just Isha. Jinx was never the type of character to stay in one place, even when she was powder. She had a restless soul and it showed in how she was everywhere as powder and Jinx. But with Isha, she was content to just stay in the hideout. And even when it came to leaving that safe space, she only did it for one person. Isha.

She took the death of Isha so hard, she tried killing herself. And even at the end, that loss, that sense of being tired, still never left her.

Honestly I was not surprised when she let go of Vi's glove. She had already said her goodbyes in that prison. When she told Vi "you don't need to feel guilty about being happy", she had said her goodbye. She was all done with it all. She was tired. And Isha's death was the tipping point. Even there, looking at her sister, her one family left, she was still so done. So so tired of losing everyone and thinking it was her fault. She said earlier in the season that everyone that gets close to her dies. And she looked at the one last person that was close to her, Vi. She probably remembered everyone that was close to her that she lost. Their parents. Vander. Silco. Her childhood friends. And the most recent and the one that hurt the most, Isha. She thought of them, and looked at her only sister. The only person she loved who was still alive and thought, maybe if I'm gone, she could be happy. And she went into the dark unknown.

That shows that despite everything she had been through, Jinx still could love, in her own way. She was not a perfect character. She made mistakes, was impulsive, sometimes cruel and even violent. But she was the a product of her environment. Zaun was fucked and so kept on producing fucked up children growing into that fucked up society and becoming fucked up teenagers and adults who eventually gave birth to kids and the whole cycle repeats itself.

Maybe Jinx is still alive. Maybe she's dead

But there's one thing that's for sure

Jinx is done with Piltover and Zaun. There's nothing left for here there but voices and ghosts and the one sister who she has said her goodbyes to.

It's time for Jinx and Powder to rest

[thequeenofthedisneyverse]

I got a writing prompt for ya'll! Robo-nanny

You were assigned to basically be the mother/father/guardian of androids. You'd be there as soon as they were "born" so to speak (turned on), and you were paid to do what any robo-parent would do, parent them.

You made sure they learned how to dance, laugh, sing (however bad it may be), and just do normal human things. You basically taught them how to love...you unknowingly gave them souls.

You would do this for five years until they were basically human enough to be out in the world. Doing whatever purpose they were given.

As a human being, this part always made your heartache.

That android, however, they looked and whatever personality they had, was like your child. And despite what others say or think, five years is a long time to develop a relationship with something.

With some androids...you would never see them again due to the job or family they were adopted into.

It hurt...it always hurt to see them always be so confused as to why they had to leave. Some (with the intelligence of slightly older humans) would be confused but understanding, some (with the intelligence of much younger humans) would cry and cling to you like a lifeline.

Some would be hurt and avoid you until they had to leave. It hurts to see your own child avoid you like the plague until release day.

Release day is a "special day" because you finally get to say goodbye to the androids and let them go into the world. You supposed it was like actual parents saying goodbye to their children as they go off to college.

But with actual parents, they at least have a chance to call or speak to their children again...that chance for you was scarce.

This all ended when you discovered what one android would be used for out in the field. When you read the file, it almost made you sick. This android...Finn...he- he was too young to be used for such a cruel thing. Too innocent, too kind...and just...basically a fucking teenager!

You had thought that he would be adopted into a nice home. Androids that look like children usually are made to have the resemblance of a child that passed, and the parents just couldn't let go.

You thought that was fins case...oh how you were so wrong. You can't...you can't let him go. You WON'T! So, you went against your job...and took him. And the rest too, why not?

There were some obstacles in the way. The final one was right in front of you holding his stomach and sputtering up blood. He, and a few others, were sent to retrieve the robots you stole by any means necessary.

"All this...for fucking robots?" he says as he coughs up blood and his body trembles.

You held a gun pointed directly at his head. The laser dot right in the center of it.

"No...all of this for my kids"

[cufff-it]

À DEUX PAS

Part IV: DÉPART

a/n: This chapter is short but the next one will be longer

June 2016

Kylian had always been determined and ambitious, but this time, his silence felt different. Ever since he had announced his departure for Monaco to his loved ones, he had withdrawn, as if avoiding facing their reactions. Though this move had been expected, it left a bittersweet taste in Bondy. His friends and family knew this was an extraordinary opportunity, but for those who loved him, his departure felt more like a breakup.

For Y/N, this departure made no sense. She couldn’t understand why he hadn’t spoken about it sooner, why he had chosen to keep everything to himself. That wasn’t like him. They had grown up together, weathered so much. So why was he pulling away like this, without a word? She needed answers, but Kylian seemed unwilling to give them.

At the farewell party organized for Kylian before his departure, everyone who mattered to him was there: close friends, family, even a few acquaintances from the neighborhood. Y/N, of course, was among them, but she felt more like a spectator than a participant in the celebration. She watched Kylian, constantly surrounded by people and wearing his usual smile, but she could tell he was playing a role.

As he laughed with a group of friends, Y/N approached him. She hadn’t planned on speaking to him that night, but something inside her was bubbling over. She couldn’t let him leave without having a real conversation.

“Kylian, can we talk?” she asked softly but firmly.

He looked surprised but nodded. “Of course.”

They moved a little away from the noise and laughter to a quiet corner of the garden, where the string lights cast a soft glow over their faces.

Y/N crossed her arms, more for protection than defiance. “Why didn’t you say anything? You knew you were leaving, and you didn’t tell anyone. Not me, at least.”

Kylian ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit of his whenever he felt cornered. “I… I didn’t know how to say it. Everything happened so fast. The training sessions, the talks with Monaco, everything. And… I knew it would be hard to hear. So I avoided it.”

“Avoided it?” she repeated incredulously. “You think that’s an excuse? You think it hurts less because you avoided telling me?”

He dropped his gaze. “I’m sorry, Y/N. It wasn’t about you. I thought it would be better this way.”

“Better for who? For you? Because I feel like I’ve been pushed aside, like I don’t matter.”

Her tone was harsh, but her eyes shone with sadness. Kylian looked up and took a step toward her. “You matter, Y/N. You matter more than you think.”

Her heart tightened, but she didn’t want to let it show. “Then why are you leaving like this, without saying anything? Why are you acting like none of this matters?”

He seemed to struggle for words. “Because I have to do this. Not because I want to. I have to leave if I want to chase my dream. But that doesn’t mean I’m forgetting you or that you don’t matter.”

The silence that followed was heavy. They looked at each other, their emotions raw but impossible to express fully. Y/N felt her defenses slowly breaking down.

“You could’ve at least told me, Kylian,” she murmured.

“I know. I messed up,” he admitted in a low voice.

He stepped closer, and now they were so near she could feel the warmth of his body. He lifted a hand as if to touch her but hesitated. “I’m coming back, you know. This isn’t goodbye.”

Y/N looked up at him, and in that suspended moment, anything seemed possible. Their gazes locked, and the air around them felt charged. Kylian tilted his head slightly, and she felt her heartbeat quicken.

But before anything could happen, a loud voice broke the moment.

“Kylian! There you are—I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Inès.

Kylian stepped back abruptly, and Y/N felt a wave of frustration and disappointment wash over her. Inès approached, beaming, and hooked her arm through Kylian’s with a familiarity that made Y/N’s teeth clench.

“I’ve been looking for you for a photo! You can’t disappear like that,” Inès said with a calculated smile.

Kylian gave Y/N an apologetic glance but allowed himself to be pulled away by Inès. The laughter and teasing began as the guests noticed their closeness. “Oh, Kylian and Inès, that has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” someone joked.

Y/N clenched her fists, struggling to keep her composure. She forced a smile, but inside, she was seething.

Later That Night

When it was time to leave, Y/N made her way to the door quickly, hoping to slip out unnoticed. But Kylian caught up to her before she could step outside.

“Wait, Y/N!” he said, stepping in front of her to block her path.

She looked up at him, her brows furrowed, her frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. “What do you want?” she asked sharply.

“I want to talk,” he said, his voice low, almost pleading, but she refused to be swayed.

“Talk? Now? After all this time?” she replied with a bitter laugh, stepping back slightly. “Kylian, there’s nothing to say.”

“There’s a lot to say,” he insisted, stepping closer. “I know you’re mad at me, but I don’t want to leave things like this between us.”

Y/N shook her head, crossing her arms like a shield. “I already told you, there’s nothing to say. You made your choices, and I made mine. Good luck in Monaco.”

Before he could respond, she opened the door and stepped out, leaving Kylian standing there, the words he wanted to say dying on his lips.

A Few Weeks Later

The silence of the night enveloped Bondy as Y/N returned home, her heart heavy. Kylian had been gone for a few weeks, and his absence felt heavier with each passing day.

She slammed the door a little harder than intended. Her little brother, comfortably seated on the couch, barely glanced up from the screen.

“Y/N, you’re so loud,” he mumbled.

She sighed, dropped her bag beside the couch, and sat down.

“Why are you still up?” she asked, noticing the game on the TV.

“I’m watching Monaco,” he replied casually, not taking his eyes off the screen.

She frowned.

“And?”

“Kylian’s playing. It’s his first pro match,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Y/N’s heart tightened slightly, but she masked her emotions. Crossing her arms, she tried to appear disinterested.

“You’re serious? You stayed up for that?”

“Obviously!” he grinned, pointing to the screen. “Look, there he is!”

Despite herself, her eyes drifted to the television. There, in the center of the field, was Kylian. He looked focused, his silhouette slightly more muscular than she remembered. The red-and-white jersey gave him a professional air that felt strangely foreign.

Minutes later, the ball landed at Kylian’s feet. Y/N held her breath as he maneuvered past a defender and struck the ball cleanly into the top corner of the net.

Her brother jumped up, cheering. ���Goal!”

Y/N, however, sat frozen. On the screen, Kylian smiled, his teammates surrounding him in celebration. Then, looking straight at the camera, he placed a hand over his heart and made a subtle gesture forward, as if sending it to someone specific.

“Did you see that? That’s for you, Y/N!” her brother exclaimed, excited.

“Stop making stuff up,” she muttered, turning her gaze away, though a warmth spread through her cheeks.

Even as her brother continued rambling about the match, his words faded into the background. Her thoughts were consumed by Kylian’s gesture. Could it have been meant for her? Or was she just imagining things?

As the match ended, her brother went to bed, leaving her alone in the quiet living room. But even in the stillness, her heart and mind were anything but calm.

[crybaby-bkg]

you know what’s absolutely terrifying???? having to cut a baby’s nails………

Katsuki has to cut your baby’s fingernails when he discovers a tiny little scratch by her eye one morning. it’s barely there, a small thing, but it’s there, marring her little face nonetheless. he frowns at her when he holds her the next morning, her dreamy eyes alert and blinking up at him, she smiles.

“Now I gotta cut yer claws down,” he mutters to her, voice quiet as to not wake your sleeping form in the bedroom. he pads throughout the house with her chubby face resting on his shoulder, her gums gnawing at his bare skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind it.

he finds himself in a conundrum though, once he realizes just how fucking—how sharp the damn clippers are. they’re tiny, lavender in color, but they’re meant to cut though the nail with such precision. and yes, he’s a pro hero, has had to adopt the title of EMT, firefighter, emergency surgeon a few times in his life when need be.

but…those people weren’t his baby girl. they weren’t this tiny and precious, and they never looked up at him with a face so similar to his, it makes his heart squeeze tight in his chest. he frowns at her again, even deeper, and this makes her hiccup a little giggle, gummy smile spreading wide.

“You’re only gonna wear mittens from here on out,” he grumbles after a while, finally daring to pick up a tiny hand that she instantly curls around his thick finger. it’s the cutest image, he thinks to himself, but he catches sight of the jagged nail, the culprit. his heart squeezes even tighter though, when he realizes that he can’t protect her from every hurt in the world, even if the hurt comes from her own hands. and the realization is an aching one, but he tells himself that he, at least, can patch her up.

you walk in minutes later, find Bakugou curled over your daughter in the rocking chair he built for her room. his tongue pokes from the corner of his mouth in concentration, his eyebrows furrowed. your daughter babbles to him the whole time, her sweet voice cooing the softest little noises that he responds back to.

“I know, I know,” he mumbles to her. “Ya don’t like baths, and don’t like your nails cut, either. What other shit do you hate, huh?” he asks, and she seemingly responds with a long, sighed out coo. it makes him smile, despite the way his hands slightly shake when he cuts the next nail. he’s terrified, of somehow hurting her even more, of cutting too close, of scratching her. but he treks on, and kisses her fat little fingers every time he clips another nail.

[aeymii]

Unrequited

[future-island-egghead]

Muse of Violence, Warrior of Science.

To the ordinary, everyday genius scientist-for-hire with a heart too big for her own good, we raise our sake cups.

You gave us food. You tried to protect us. You gave your life to ensure we'd all live on. Just lending a hand.

You knew it would end like this. We all knew it would end like this, and yet you still did it. And you did it to protect the friends you had made and the family you had left. And you did it all on your own terms, smiling all the way to the afterlife, knowing your will would be inherited by those you saved.

Clone or Machine or Satellite or Daughter. It matters not what you were. Because you went out like a true member of those who carry the will of D.

Thanks for everything, Atlas. For a satellite representing rage and violence, you had the biggest heart of any of them.

[doodlboy]

Hello, Neighbor!

[Transcript Below]

Pallomine

"The tiniest neighbor in Welcome Home, Pallomine Playful has plenty to learn! They never grew out of their baby-face, nor the curious and excitable attitude that came with it. While they may not always be able to sing along with their neighbors, their trusty crayons are there to spell out the rest."

According to uncovered scripts, Pallomine seems to be an infrequent visitor to Home. Something akin to a special guest character, not much is known so far.

In the show, it seems Pallomine was introduced to cover more sensitive topics such as getting hurt or a fear of thunderstorms. It is also of note that they are often depicted having a sweet tooth.

[fatuismooches]

Helloo Smooches

Would you like another episode of me being possessed by angst ghosts? I was just thinking about Arlie with lover from Fontaine.. I'll try to avoid 4.2 spoilers as much as possible, so:

Reader helps those, who are caught up in primordial sea catastrophe. Arlie will try to persuade you into staying out of this, since the water is dangerous for you, but you just.. Can't leave these people, even if it's a little help because it's your mutual home

But.. just a single mistake and you're gone. Disappeared without a trace in seawater. No matter how much fatui agents and children from Heart of Hearth try to search for you - you're gone gone gone.

You were the only person Arlecchino let in her life on personal level. The one she could drop her mask before and be not Arlecchino, not The Knave, but just.. herself (if only we knew her real name..)

And now.. she can't even do a proper funeral for you, because your body is dissolved. Her mind is plagued by infinite "what if". What if she didn't let you go? What if she was there? What if she came to you just a mere minutes earlier to catch you? What if it wasn't you, who died..?

"Father", who told Freminet that tears are a sign of weakness found herself all alone, hidden from everyone's gaze, with tears streaks on her face, which she doesn't even bother to wipe. Ah, if you were there.. you'd gently come to her, placing hands on her face, wiping the tears gently..

This is exactly why she teaches her children to value their life above all else.

-🥀

(just venting my frustration over the fact Fontaine just has so many beautiful women😭. It's not fair to my wallet)

🥀 ANON... 🥀 ANON... IM SENDING YOU AWAY!! STOP THIS MADNESS!! But yes... i have to admit i do love and enjoy your angst.

In all honesty, Arlecchino did not want you to come to Fontaine with her. She wanted you to stay in Snezhnaya, where you'd be safe. Which, wasn't particularly unusual - although you came with her on a lot of missions, sometimes she wanted you to stay home. Whether to rest, or take on other duties, or if this mission was going to be especially bloody... but this time, uncharacteristically, it's out of gnawing fear. She knows she shouldn't be nervous, she knows you're strong, you're careful, you're her other hand after all, but... the threat of death is far more looming in Fontaine, especially as a Fontainian. But no, you're stubborn, you always have been. Always wanting to help, always wanting to look out for others. That's probably why you got so attached to the three siblings as well. So, Arlecchino can't fight you anymore, the only thing she can do is keep a watchful eye on you.

Only that her eyes are not watchful enough. If only Arlecchino knew that morning would be the last she saw you, the last that she kissed you and held you. If only she knew. If only she was able to protect you, or if she instructed you to go elsewhere, the water wouldn't have gotten you. She's the Fourth Harbinger, with incomparable strength, yet she couldn't save one person? If she tried harder, she could have. Could have forced you to stay, could have done something. It is even worse this way, your body isn't here for a proper funeral, neither she nor her children being able to find closure and say goodbye to you one last time.

Lyney and Lynette are trying to calm their shaking bodies, while Freminet is already on the verge of tears despite knowing how much Father dislikes crying children, but he can't help it. And Arlecchino could not blame him for once, because in the privacy of her office, she does the same thing. She longs for you to walk through that door, come behind her, and hold her, softly wiping the silent tears away, murmuring how it was okay for her to be vulnerable, and how it was all going to be okay since you two had each other.

Not anymore...

Children who enter the House of the Hearth after that are always greeted by a large painting of an unfamiliar person in the halls, questioning who it could possibly be. The only response they get is a head pat, a sad smile, and "someone who was very important to Lord Arlecchino."

[lovecolibri]

Ahhhhh, Zac rolling that nat 20 for Gorgug to get the phone working and his call with Zelda and their first I love yous is SO sweet, it makes me melt every time! 😭😭😭 They are both SO awkward but trying SO hard to communicate about their feelings because it's important. I NEED Junior Year to explain what is going on with them RIGHT NOW because their relationship is so important to me 😭

[bericas]

Why did you do that? Because I love you.

[bellamyblakru]

bro the way merlin’s go-to way to show the people he loves how magic can be beautiful is with fire manipulation,,, im unwell.

[quietwingsinthesky]

OH RIGHT. rose. i was thinking about this because jack might be the one person who can actually put into words what was going on between the doctor & rose because he was there, he was in the middle of it. not that the information comes out easily, but he’s less avoidant of saying the words ‘he loved her’ than the doctor is. which. i just think it would be kind of sweet and sad for even to also for the first time actually connect the word to the feeling. that’s love. that’s what that is.