#he deserves to exist he deserves to be happy

[lavenders388]

~The Type of Guy~

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a/n my little wet rat in his little abandoned hotel:((( wanna hug him so bad

<3 the type of guy who truly doesn't know what he did in order to deserve you as his partner. He is truly grateful for whatever is happening in the universe and for being able to call you his. his biggest fear, even after everything, is losing you.

<3 the type of guy who loves to make you laugh, he goes out of his way to crack jokes for you about anything and everything, no matter how inappropriate it is in the situation you're both in! definitely jokes with you during the games to make you feel better. says some silly shit like "after that id rather be in line at the DMV." he always blushes and smiles whenever you laugh at his jokes.

<3 the type of guy that before the games, his insecurities sometimes effect your relationship; he sometimes isolates himself after he does something he knows you wouldn't like, like gambling. he knows all you want to do is help and support him, but he also knows you don't deserve to be wrapped up in his debt and betting.

<3 the type of guy that wants nothing more in the world than to make you happy and give you the life you deserve. his main goal is to financially support you and spoil you:) without even trying he makes you smile, but still goes far out of his way to ensure he's bringing you happiness.

<3 the type of guy who even when he can't support you financially (which is like, all the time before the games) overcompensates in other ways! i can see him driving you everywhere, learning how to cook your favorite meals; for birthdays and anniversaries if he can't afford a gift or a nice dinner he'll make it all happen for you himself!

<3 the type of guy to be super protective of you, but knows you can hold your own if need be. he's a little bit afraid of you, out of love of course! he likes to walk on the outside of the sidewalk when he's with you, making sure you're safe from the cars or bikes on the road. he'll always be watching over you making sure he can notice and protect you from anything that could happen when you're out with him. even if he can't afford it he makes sure your home is in a safe neighborhood as well:) wishes you to walk or drive safely every time you leave without him and truly means it! he stays a bit on edge until you're home, knowing about the creditors looking for him and just being nervous about what could happen when you're out walking alone.

<3 the type of guy who absolutely adores you with his whole being! before he goes through the games he's much more extroverted so he's better at showing that verbally, he loudly praises you even just for existing and he lets the world know you're his and how much he loves you! instead of this, after the games he prioritizes your safety- never letting you out of his sight, reassuring you he'll never let any of those people hurt you, and just overall taking care of you despite his trauma- in a way that constantly reminds you how loved you are by him regardless of if he's able to verbalize it.

<3 the type of guy who, going after the last one, never leaves your side during the games. in this scenario you both ended up there together, he's horrified you joined to help pay for his debts and even more scared of you dying for that. his priority is making sure you both make it out alive.

<3 the type of guy who after the games only feels grounded when he's with you. even if its not nearly the same as before, he feels closer to himself when he's with you; the security knowing you're safe by his side and the general energy you give off:)

<3 the type of guy who is in awe of every part of you, mind and body. he's so genuinely in love with you and not afraid to show it. expect to be showered in compliments and praise every moment you're with him!

<3 the type of guy to fall in love with you at first sight. your charm absolutely sweeps him off his feet and he knows he wants to be more than just friends with you. he sees a future when he looks into your eyes:)

<3 the type of guy who loves physical contact, this goes with him wanting to protect you, but he does it also to remind you how loved you are and that he's always there for you no matter what.

<3 the type of guy who will always strive to give you the life you deserve<3

[xyywrites]

How to use weather as a mood enhancer in scenes.

Weather is more than a backdrop—it’s a tool that can subtly amplify the mood, tension, or theme of your scenes. Done well, it can evoke emotions and foreshadow events without being heavy-handed. 

Melancholy:

The rain tapped against the window, steady and unrelenting, much like the weight pressing down on her chest. She pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders, wishing the storm outside could drown out the one inside.

Restlessness:

The wind howled through the cracks of the old cabin, rattling the loose shutters. It wasn’t the kind of wind that swept things away—it was the kind that stayed and gnawed, a restless echo of her own unease.

A Happy Scene with Gloomy Weather:

Rain poured down in sheets, soaking her to the bone, but she didn’t care. She laughed, spinning in the middle of the street, her soaked dress clinging to her legs. For once, the world’s misery couldn’t touch her.

A Tragic Scene on a Bright Day:

The sun was too bright, its warmth mocking the cold numbness spreading through him. People bustled past, smiling under the clear blue sky, while he sat on the curb, clutching the letter that had just ended everything.

In a Chase Scene:

Fog blanketed the forest, turning the trees into looming specters. Each snap of a branch or crunch of leaves felt amplified, like the forest itself was working against him. He couldn’t see his pursuers, but he could feel them closing in.

During a Confrontation:

The wind picked up as they stood in the open field, her hair whipping around her face like a fury she couldn’t contain. Lightning cracked in the distance, illuminating the raw anger in his eyes. Neither of them would back down.

Redemption Arc:

The first snow of the season fell gently, covering the world in white. It felt like a fresh start, even if he didn’t deserve one. He reached out a hand, watching the flakes melt against his skin, and wondered if he could ever be that clean again.

Grief:

The fog rolled in every morning like clockwork, smothering the town in its heavy embrace. It had been that way since the accident, as if even the weather couldn’t bear to let go of what had been lost.

Loneliness:

The snow piled up around the cabin, burying the path and muffling every sound. She’d never felt the silence so keenly before, as if the world had decided to forget her existence entirely.

Isolation:

The heat hung heavy in the air, making it hard to breathe. The cracked earth stretched out in every direction, offering no shade, no solace. She was utterly alone.

Subtle Anxiety:

A bead of sweat slid down her back, but she wasn’t sure if it was from the heat or the unease that had settled under her skin. The humidity pressed in, making the air feel heavier, like it carried secrets she didn’t want to uncover.

Lingering Sadness:

The drizzle wasn’t enough to drench anyone, but it clung to her skin, a persistent chill she couldn’t shake no matter how fast she walked.

Weather isn’t just a backdrop—it’s a storyteller in its own right. Whether it mirrors your character’s emotions, foreshadows danger, or contrasts with the scene’s tone, it can elevate your writing when used thoughtfully. Just remember: subtlety is key. Let weather enhance your story, not overshadow it.

[worrynoodle]

🥧🍻Contains spoilers for Supernatural ending🍻🥧

I take what I said about the ending back. I've been rewatching and I agree that it wasn't right.

Throughout the entire series, we consistently see Sam and Dean encounter other hunters who usually represent two paths. In this life, you die or go insane ("You either die a hero or you live long enough to become a villain" -The Dark Knight). And of the two options, Sam and Dean seem to have decided that dying is at least better than potentially hurting someone. Neither of them actually believe that because they keep bringing each other back.

But this post is mostly about Dean's ending - death, in the line of duty, by rusty rebar.

During my first watchthrough, I could see - very surface level - that yeah, sure, Dean would want to die that way. Going out saving people, Sammy at his side.

But almost every other time (if not every time) Dean is faced with his own death, he decides he doesn't actually want that. He feels he must. He dies so others can live, that's his job, it's expected. But he would live if he could. When he made the demon deal to get Sam back, he confronts his nightmare self and says he doesn't want to die. He doesn't deserve to die. With the mark of Cain, in the confession booth he tells the priest that he knows he doesn't want to die and that he wants to live and experience life differently.

Dean wants to break away from the expectation that hunters die. Maybe he can't have a "normal" life. But he wants something other than what's expected of him. What God expected of him.

This was supposed to be Team Free Will. This was supposed to be about breaking away from God's Plan. Not dying like the little soldier daddy raised him to be but to become more than that. Break away from the narrative.

In the end, though, Dean is forced to have the death that everyone else planned for him. The self-sacrificing version of himself, other hunters, his dad, God. All the people we as the audience wanted Dean to be free of, to live in spite of - he dies like daddy's blunt little instrument. Cas sacrificed himself to the empty, finding peace in the face of never seeing the love of his existence again, in the face of literal eternal nothingness so that Dean could live and be more than [Dean] thought he could be. He was happy to sacrifice his happiness for Dean's. Just for Dean's life to be cut short the same way Cas died to avoid. (Death because of the work. Death like a soldier in battle.)

All of the times Dean and Sam (and Cas) die and come back to life, all of the people they find who live happily, the family they find together, the love they find, defeating literal God - it all felt like it was building to something more substantial. That they BOTH (*) were going to get something more than they expected - or, rather, resigned themselves to.

And on Sam's end - throughout the show, they show us, surface level and parallel to deans death, that him living a "normal" life without dean is what is expected. He left the life. He left Dad and Dean, went to college, had goals and aspirations, and had a serious girlfriend. His life was laid out for him. Just like death was laid out for Dean. But when push comes to shove, Sam doesn't want to live without Dean. Even when Sam thinks he can do it, like when Dean goes to purgatory, he comes the moment Dean calls and gets back into the life. When Dean dies from the mark, he says so. He was wrong, and he'll do anything to get Dean back. Everybody asks him why he would ever come back when was almost out and he tells them that he actually loves this life. That now he isn't forced into it but chooses it. He doesn't want a life without his brother in it. And that is what he was doomed to suffer. By the end of the series, I don't think Sam would have just let go like that.

Chuck said one brother had to kill the other. In other words, one lives, one dies. And that's what happened.

*I wasnt going to but now I am. Let's talk about Cas too! Through the show Cas dies again and again and again. God hates the disobedient angel with a crack in his chassis who fell in love with a man. God kills him. God wants him out of the picture but he won't go. He can't go. The story falls apart without him in it. Dean falls apart without him. But somehow his death is considered a good ending for him (good story telling wise, externally)? That confessing his love was enough? That dying in place of Dean was where he wanted to be? Sure, he was happy but it came at the price of that very happiness. It was had and taken in a moment. He was destined to die by God and that's what happened. (And we are supposed to believe that Dean just... lives on, cuddlin his dog and eatin' pie like he's not wrecked? That every other time Cas dies he falls apart but this time when Cas dies, they defeat God and true happiness is supposedly possible now - Dean would just give up? That he wouldn't try to get him back? Especially after a love confession? That just doesn't make sense to me.

My theory is that there's more to the ending than we know. That they did intentionally wrap it up there, that you can take it or leave it. But it leaves you wanting, leaves just enough questions unanswered that if they were to do a revival there's things they can do with the story.

Tl:dr: for a show about breaking away from the narrative, choosing free will, and not being held back by expectations, the ending really didn't fit well and let us down. IN MY PERSONAL OPINION

[try-set-me-on-fire]

I thought about something like this too, I think they did put him in something like Mrs coulter's chopping machines because something about the dust was supposed to help Daniel, and I think there is a version where his daemon is still alive somewhere and he does get that reunion! But I decided I was more interested in a story where that happy ending isn't possible hahahaha maybe typical of me. Of all things I kept thinking about soulless Sam from s6 of supernatural and how he was only ever treated as a problem that needed fixing when he really was a person in his own right who I felt deserved the right to exist same as anybody else! So for my version of the story Buck just truly doesn't have one, it died in that lab, he probably did spend some time looking but he'll never find it. Maybe that's not entirely possible within the world of his dark materials, but I like the idea of a story where he learns to, well, love himself anyway! He is complete as he is, deserving of life and love and happiness without needing to be fixed!

Thinking…

[indiestsnake]

okay. for real this time. Major In Stars and Time spoilers for act 3 and beyond. To my wonderful friends playing this masterpiece, to no further. To potential readers, buckle up. This gets long ._.

I thought this game was done with causing me symptoms of emotional exhaustion and stress overload. I was wrong.

Acts 5 and 6 of this game caused the most emotion a video game has ever inflicted on me. Like- the tightness in my chest was an emotion I can only describe as grief. Genuine grief. I felt like I needed to sob for most of act six, for multiple reasons.

Let’s start at the fuckin transition I guess!!!!!!!!!! Siffrin finally thinks they figured it out, and they haven’t. The genuine fear I felt in the cutscene with Euphrasie, the realization that… that this was it, Siffrin was simply stuck. I believed it. I could not find a way to break my suspension of disbelief. I fully, genuinely could not believe that this game had a happy ending. I did not know this game only had one ending, but even if I did, it… I don’t think it would’ve done anything.

The following monologue was the usual terrifying, the game using its informal dialogue to reap horrific subversive effects as usual. Of course it saved some tricks for this moment, like taking away control of when the dialogue progressed. Watching Siffrin snap so thoroughly, lose all his hope and cling to the thought of defeating the king alone because he doesn’t know what else to do, it… it really breaks you.

So. Now that the game has maximized my potential sympathy for Siffrin. And torn my empathetic heart to shreds. It immediately turns on a heel and makes me hate them within three conversations. The things they say to Mira, Odile, Bonnie, Isa, made me so thoroughly angry. I would not blame Odile for actually harming him. I would not blame Mira if she never spoke to him again. I would not blame Bonnie for never wanting to even think about him again. And I would not blame Isa if he no longer loved Siffrin.

I am a person who believes in redemption. In second chances. The readers of my fics know this well. But sadly, actions have to have consequences. And the actions Siffrin takes should have lost him his friends, his family, forever. Even in his circumstances. They had no reason to keep caring.

So then, reeling from the genuine sense of loss and grief and hate and despair, Siffrin nicks the orbs and goes in alone. Through about, what, 20-30 minutes of gameplay, this tension persists. The game didn’t even need to barrage me with monologues, just show those conversations of the family Siffrin left, tear apart the house and the menus and the game till it was barely recognizable. Siffrin. The Lost One, says his profile. Memory of emptiness. Rock, paper, scissors. It’s so dry. So dull. So full of despair and pain and fear and a question of what he could ever do to deserve this hell. He can’t go back. He cannot find the hope or will or anything to go through with it, to follow the script. So even if this does break the loop. What then? He is left with a world where the people he loves most despise him.

Then finally, he reaches the king.

The fight is almost dull. Simplistic. Full of pain. Siffrin does not need a shield to withstand the vision of the future. Because the world they live in cannot get any worse. Nothing scares him more than the hell he now exists in.

Then, he begins to freeze. The king slows him down. And he falls asleep.

The following sequence was just… indescribable. The sadness variant of him, Mal du Pays. French for “homesickness”. Just a simple drawing of Siffrin. The music. The dialogue. The words that come from its mouth. From the party’s mouths. Siffrin tries to say it’s fake. Isabeau’s segment convinces him it’s not.

I didn’t even realize what was happening till it flashed forward and gripped the screen by the face.

He was turning into a sadness.

The frame of his sadness gripping the screen, like many of ISAT’s frames, is something I can’t manage to forget. The cloak and the face and the way it fills the screen so suddenly and finally speaks as itself, not as Siffrin’s party. And he can’t fight it. They just can’t. The universe leads, but he is tired. And now, he can rest. If he just lets go.

In that moment, I was staring at a black screen, begging, pleading for the credits not to roll.

And then he wakes up.

Because his friends are back.

Despite what he said and did, they knew he didn’t mean it. And if he did, they didn’t care. It was clear something was wrong, and they were determined to fix it. Because they were his friends.

I don’t think I’ve ever had a game manage to convey self-hatred so convincingly that I, the player, began to hate my character in a way their friends could not. In fact, I was not aware that was a thing that could happen.

I don’t even know how to express the feelings this give me coherently. It feels like this game snatched away one of my closest moral beliefs only to clothesline me with said belief so I learned it even harder. What Siffrin did was not unforgivable. But it truly convinced me that it was.

So of that when all hope seemed truly, truly lost. It pulled the basic trope of “your friends come help when you thought you were alone”. And it nearly knocked me out of my chair.

First off, get fucked king. Second off, happy for you king.

And then the walk to Euphrasie. I was mixed with giddy glee and unending dread for this whole thing. Isa helps Sif walk while Bonnie holds their hand. Color exists again but only red and oh god the world is ending. Euphrasie is still broken oh god please no don’t send me back don’t take this from me please no no no no WAM REVERSE BOSS FIGHT

Cue that scene. I wasn’t exactly happy that my only option aside from hurting my friends was hurting myself. But it did not take long for me to start groaning in annoyance when Mira healed me.

And then. Against all odds. Siffrin breaks. As does the text formatting as the party literally claws at the text box edges to yell at him.

They fall. Hands clasped together. And he tells them his wish. That he just wants to stay with them.

Of course. That’s all he ever wanted.

And oh god, oh thank every deity, that’s all they want too.

And he finally gets a god-damn motherfucking son of a bitch eye-losing tear-jerking MOTHER FUCKING HUG

and damn it was a good one. poor guy was all squimshed. lost his hat too

the rest of the dialogue is just. amazing. I was gigging and smiling and shaking and vibrating with joy before I even finished Mirabelle’s segment. Walking to Bonnie was when I realized it felt like I wanted to cry. During Bonnie’s dialogue was when I almost did cry. Then Odile. Who I obviously asked for the long version of her theory and she was very helpful for explaining all the stuff. and then.

Isabeau.

oh. my. fucking. god.

the joy I felt when he said it. The leap I leapt, ungracefully dancing over to my bed and mouthing screams of joy. I genuinely just collapsed and writhed around like a fish out of water in happiness. You know how some folk flap their hands to stim? Yeah, imagine that but my whole body. I was so unbelievably happy. I don’t know how a game did this much to me.

The rest of the dialogue was wonderful too. Sif apologized for everything, even the optional events, even admitted the bad touch event. And of course. Isa freaked the fuck out. Because oh my god Sif kissed him. And then when Sif clarifies that it was not a good kiss. He just thinks for a moment like. “…………. Maybe u just need more practice!!! ^^” and it was at that point Siffrin and Isabeau plushies manifested in my hands and I mashed their faces together like barbie dolls

Mira doesn’t want self-spoilers and thats hilarious. Bonnie has no fucken clue what’s going on but she knows Sif was hungry sick and at school so all is well. Odile admits she linguine’s him and yes I fucking love that joke. SIF’S HOME COUNTRY MIFHT APPEAR IN THE DISTANCE????? AND ISA AND SIF ARE GOING ON A FUCKING DATE

and it was at this point I saved my progress, crossed my heart, and prayed Euphrasie would not send me back.

And she didn’t.

oh, god, this game…

welp. this post is two hours in the making. dunno if any of this is coherent but I think if you’ve played isat you get it. thank you to everyone who’s been blowing up my liveposts recently!!! it’s been cool to see the fandom giggle evilly at my suffering :3

tho my contributions to the Isat fandom do not end here. the fic is imminent. I could not stop it if I wanted too. If you couldn’t tell by the essay you just read.

thank you for reading this far if you somehow did!!!! hope you enjoyed my nonsensical babbling. I’m gonna go pass out. have a good day!!!!!!! .3

[aceluk]

Since you're taking requests, maybe something with Sammy Emily if you feel like it? Feels like everyone kinda forgot he exists (very easy to do tbh).

Sammy Emily, the one who "died of plot irrelevance"… I can definitely relate to that.

I’m really glad The Shelly Files brought him more visibility—he deserves more happiness. :]

Thank you for your requests! I’m still working on some of the others, but I wanted to remind everyone that I’m still open for more. Please keep in mind that I may not be able to fulfill every single one, but that doesn’t mean I’m not happy to keep taking them! As always, my ask box is open. ^^

[redwinedulac]

some jonny “fans” on twitter are so fucking weird like first you set him up to get his looks attacked by antis with viral tweets saying his makeup and hair was shite as fiyero and how the hair & makeup team who worked HARD deserve to lose at the oscars bcos of it and now you’re saying he doesn’t deserve his SUPPORTING ACTOR NOM bcos he was only in it for 10 mins??? (hello wtf do you think supporting means?????)

you’re also ignoring the fact dtl was literally dangerous as hell and couldve chopped his head off like am i in a black mirror episode?? wtf is going on? how can you not recognize how big it is that an open gay actor is receiving recognition from his peers on this level?

i understand we shouldn’t be served scraps as queer people but this industry is reliant on reputation and jonny is building a rep so good not even the gatekeepers can ignore him. him being snubbed last year for ft has nothing to do with this bcos ofc he was snubbed. ft was a love letter to the queer community the straights weren’t going to care about it and he didn’t go into it wanting awards he was just so happy it existed and so fucking grateful he was even nominated at all and fucking WON the cca like please get perspective. so many of you move with ungratefulness when you shouldn’t be sweating the small things but manifesting for better. if he wins the sag that means he has a good chance for an oscar nom which is HUGE considering how “new” he is to hollywood.

[itsybitsybluesy]

more like perfect disaster

ONESHOT / ELUCIEN / EXPLICIT / prequel to this fic

“No, I mean—” Vassa glanced at Jurian, only for a second; they’d clearly been talking while Lucien was away. “I don’t think this… secret lovers thing is very good for you.” Jurian snorted. “Lovers would imply they were saying loving words to each other.”

this started out as chapter 3 of my @acotargiftexchange present to @huntquinlan. it was supposed to be a cute little "10 years ago!" flashback to a happy married mated elucien. and then some sort of angsty disease descended upon me and demanded that all of you have to suffer.

thank you so much for the beta reads - nicole, forever my fanfic buddy, as well as the lovely brilliant @temperedink, who told me this deserved to be its own one-shot in a series. (because I forgot that option existed.) and yes i know she wants this NOT to be a oneshot but i'm leaving it as that for now!!!!!

read it (and weep?) on AO3!

preview under the cut:

OCTOBER.

ELAIN

The first time it happened, Elain was so pissed off that she made Lucien leave the room after she came. 

It was, of course, his fault. And from where he kneeled at the foot of her bed, Elain was half-horrified, half-helplessly aroused at the glisten still visible on his lips and — oh gods — his chin, evidence of what she’d allowed him to do. After what she, herself, had done. 

And then he’d just looked at her like that, instead of reaching out and continuing what they’d started, and the look in his eyes made that feeling in her chest begin again, the one like a golden band tight around the very beating of her heart, like he could see under her skin, whisper right into her head—   

“You have to go,” Elain said, quickly, desperately pushing her skirt back down her thighs. “Please, please, leave.” 

A brief flash of something like hurt in his eyes, then nothing but the carefully polite mask he wore day in and day out, just like every other time he visited from the Human Lands. Elain wanted to slap it right off his face. Or something like that. “Of course.” He turned away and swiped roughly at his face with one sleeve, making her blush even harder. In a few quick seconds he was on his feet, across the room, one hand on the door. 

“Lucien—” Elain said before she knew why. He turned on one heel, met her eyes with only gracious guest-level distance simmering in his own. 

“Yes,” he said. Elain’s mouth opened and then closed. This was a mistake? Perhaps it wasn’t. This won’t happen again? 

Perhaps it would. 

“I’m sorry,” she finished lamely.

“I’m not,” Lucien returned. And then he turned and left the room.

[starbrsts]

although she already feels more like herself in his presence than she has in a long time, the feeling of his hand grabbing hers and rubbing ever so gently over her skin is what brings her to life again. it's both a stomach punch and the greatest comfort, and her eyes can't help but glance down at the way they connect together physically, perfect in every single way. a knowing sigh leaves her lips, looking back up to the male that makes her heart thud wildly in her chest. "you always did see through my bullshit, huh?" a soft chuckle escapes her mouth, her attempt to lighten the mood but what they are dealing with is heavy, thick with emotion and she doesn't wanna run from that anymore. "things with him aren't very good." she knows she doesn't have to say it for him to know, and her cheeks burn a soft pink in embarrassment. she's a stronger girl than this, stronger then to settle for mediocrity and she feels beyond silly for entertaining any of grant's antics. if she had to guess though, it was because her heart never belonged to him, it had always belonged to milo.

his next words have her holding onto his hand a little tighter, the petite blonde felt weak in the knees from the rush of absolute relief. "i missed you too." she's quick to tell him in return, eyes full of longing, hoping that she can convey to him now just how much she needs him. daphne feels like he's everywhere she goes, even starting to send stupid texts on lonely nights or when she seems something that reminds her of him - not caring that he won't see it, it still makes her feel closer to him. she's hopeful, but still feels as if she's holding her breath, afraid that he's realized how much better off he is without her. it hits her right here.. maybe now more than ever that it was beyond foolish to ever believe for a moment that she could exist in a world where he wasn't in her life. that she could let him go on without knowing that every feeling he felt for her she had felt right back.

"fuck, milo.. i've missed you so much. every day." her head shakes in disbelief, taking a careful step closer to him now, yearning eyes watching him. "and you have to know that i'm so sorry." she finds the confidence to speak from the heart despite how it aches, because it's what he's always deserved from her. "you want me to be happy? well i'm not without you." a sad smile pulls at her lips, throat catching with emotion. "turns out i'm actually pretty miserable without you."

Her words about Grant felt shallow, a veil over something deeper, and he knew she was barely scratching the surface. It was clear in the way her voice faltered, in the way her eyes couldn’t quite meet his for too long. His jaw clenched, the name Grant alone a bitter taste in his mouth, for it embodied the mediocrity that had claimed her heart. This wasn’t about him. This was about Daphne—his Daphne—who had, with a quiet resignation, settled for far less than the boundless love she deserved. He longed to reach across the chasm of space between them, to pull her close as he once had, but the distance—the distance of time, of pain—made each gesture, each word, feel laden with an unspoken weight. "You don’t have to sell it to me, Daph. You know you can be honest with me" Milo announced, finally giving in and reaching out to grab her hand, his thumb grazing over the ridge of her knuckles in a gentle reassurance. 

He inhaled deeply, almost as though he needed to ground himself in the moment. All he could focus on was her—her warmth, her presence, the way she still had the power to stir something inside him that he hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. "I missed you." His voice was low, his words sincere, though they held a trace of regret for blocking her and cutting off any contact that she may have tried to make. He let the silence stretch between them for a moment, just long enough to let the weight of his words settle. There was so much he wanted to say, but in that moment, the most important thing was that she knew. "I just want you to be happy," he added, his voice soft, a quiet plea. "I mean it, Daph. You deserve more than what you’re giving yourself right now." He met her gaze, searching her eyes, trying to see if any of his words had landed, if there was any spark of hope left between them.

All he wanted in that moment was to kiss her—feel the warmth of her lips against his, to hold her in his arms like he once had, to parade her proudly around this bar as though she were the only thing that mattered in the world. But the past hung between them like a damning shadow, a line crossed that could never be uncrossed. Each word, each action was now a delicate negotiation, as if treading on eggshells.

[whumpy-wyrms]

it’s 3am and i’ve spent the past few hours drawing a bunch of doodles of me and anton hanging out together like we’re the bestest of friends because it’s my art and i can draw whatever i want forever

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Clone

~

Danny has heard about Superman's dislike for his clone,

Dead men do tell tales.

Danny grows angry with Superman,

There he was showing hate to his clone, his flesh, his blood,

Conner wasn't in the wrong,

He was just a child

He didn't ask to be created this way.

Danny hated Clark Kent

More and more with each story he heard from the ghosts around him, Danny knew what it was like to be cloned to feel that violation of his person, but he could never hate Ellie,

His clone

His cousin

His sister

His daughter

His family

She was precious to him and her being a clone would never lower the amount of love he held towards her.

So to see this hero, this adult, not give two shits about Conner?

Oh that burned

So he decided to do something about it, If Superman didn't want Conner then he would take him, show him the love and care that should have been his from the very beginning from what should have been his own family.

Danny could teach him more about Krypton than Superman could ever wish to know, show him his birthright.

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Danny & Ellie on their way to surprise adopt Conner: "New family, new family~!"

Connor: "Why do I feel like something very important is going to happen?"

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Superman feeling like he's being followed

The Krypton ghosts following him around being disappointed in him, and going back to the King to tell him all the things he's done.

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The Justice League summoning King Phantom

Danny takes one look at Superman and is ready to give him the beating of his life

Danny: "You want a deal? Sure! In return for it I want 20 minutes alone with Supes over there, no reason why!

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Danny seeing Superman after another ghost told him how bad he's been treating Conner:

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Just an Idea

[ahappydnp]

can't stop thinking about about how dan used to be convinced no one could love him for an extended period of time and that everyone gets sick of him eventually, to being so so dearly loved for 15 years straight... he's been someone's absolute favorite person for 15 years. hundreds of thousands of people have stuck with him from the moment they first saw him online because he's so easy to love and set up a permanent residence in your heart ;___;

like yeah dan's been someone's person for 15 years but he's also been proven wrong time and time again that he's in any way hard to love or easy to let go of

[beanghostprincess]

[ohrackham]

what was the point of lila thinking home was a feeling she didn't deserve and could never earn until she found diego. what was the point of them finding deep, meaningful love in each other. what was the point of lila opening her heart and confessing that all she really wanted was a family with him.

what was the point of developing diego and lila over two seasons, creating such a beautiful, chaotic bond, just to destroy it for no reason.

[literally-forever]

you ever think about how part of Charles feeling a lot better by the end of the series is because he finally could do something about something? he went and got Edwin from hell. HE did that. and he bloody well succeeded

[canisalbus]

I've been following you for years, and I love your art. Seeing you repost your older art pieces reminded me how much I loved the angry, bitter, miserable Machete art and how it resonated with me... but a part of me is also so happy to see the current art of him being happy. Cute art of him as a unicorn, or chilling in a bathtub with Vasco. Like, we're all growing and healing :')