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Holy shit! I just realized the reason I couldn't fucking see darker art on my phone screen is because I forgot I turned the brightness way down last night and never fixed it. I feel so stupid.

[ynackerman9499]

Hello! This is me! 𝕪/𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟! This is my tumblr in case you don't know me i have a youtube channel which I upload texting stories videos to it! And this is my first post here in tumblr (original)

Some male Hashiras + kagaya reaction to you sacrificing yourself for them

⚠ Warning : spoiler in kyojuro and kagaya, take of death, blood, injuries, crying, some of them are really short

Giyu Tomioka

You and Giyuu were fighting against 2 demons who used a blood demon art

You killed one and Giyuu killed the other one

Or so you both thought...

"You did well giyuu_san!" You said smilling putting your sword in place

While giyuu just nodded humming as a silent 'thank you'

This only made you smile even wider. You've been friends with giyuu with great amount of time now

You both actually gets along very well Despite your different personalities

So you got used to his comforting quiet gesture

"All right! Let's head back n-"

You suddenly stopped sensing that something is wrong While giyuu looked at you wondering why you fell silent so suddenly

"Wh-"

You breathed in sharply, catching a glint in the air watching it whizz towards Giyuu.

"not on my watch!"

You yelled, quickly drawing your sword breaking the unknown object in half.

Giyuu's eyebrow twitched, taking his sword out of its sheath.

"giyuu, there!" You shouted, pointing to the direction of the demon that was currently perched on one of the trees.

The two of you gave each other a knowing nod, rushing towards the trees and jumped landing on one of the branches,

"come back here you coward!" You barked, skillfully jumping from tree to tree, following after the demon.

The demon hissed, sending metal shards towards you and Giyuu, which the two of you dodged with ease

"breath of ice..." you mumbled taking a deep breath

"dance of frozen crystals!"

Streams of sparkling diamond-like figures flowed out your sword as you jumped upwards, holding your katana over your head as you swung it effectively cutting half of it's body;

sadly, not his neck, as he covered it with a steel-like substance.

"Y/n!"

Giyuu called out, causing you to look back at him wondering why did he sound so worried

You saw he was looking horrified looking at your chest rather than your face

'why did he sound so-'

You were caught out of your thoughts by yourself coughing something liquid out of your mouth

You looked down at your chest, a large sharp metal shard piercing through the middle of your chest

"uh.. F-fuck.." you muttered stumbling back and falling against a tree vomiting even more blood feeling it a bit hard to breathe

"y/n! No!" giyuu shrieked running at your slumbering and bloody figure against the tree

"giyuu.. The d.. emon" You mumbled, coughing out a worrisome anmountof blood, the crimson liquid spilling out of your lips in mouthfuls.

"i cant leave you..." he whispered as of scared of starling you

"i cant you are in_" "... Dying"

You corrected him. Mastering the last energy you had to cup his face with your bloody hand while lying in his embrace

"i am.. Dying, Giyuu..."

"no.. No you are not.. You can slow the ble-" "my lungs are... damaged giyuu"

Tears burned his eyes, hugging you close to his chest and placed his hand over your cheek

"i.. Love you... Giyuu... So... Much.. " you confessed as you started to lose consciousness and struggling even more to keep your eyes open

You took a deep breath but sadly... It didn't come out again...

"y/n.. Y/n... Hey.." giyuu said with shaky voice as a couple of tears escaped his eyes

"hey...don't do this to me, love... I–i love you too... Why did you do this... I–i don't deserve this..."he said as he closed your lifeless eyes with his fingers

"i am sorry i am too useless to be able to protect you..." he was now on full mode sobbing

Oh how cruel is it that you didn't even hear the person you love saying thing you wanted to hear from him the most...

Obanai Iguro

No...

No no no no...

That wasn't supposed to happen...

The hit was meant for him...

It was meant for him damn it!

Why did you have to take it for him

He doesn't deserve it

He doesn't deserve to live

Why would he live while you are here dying in his arms gasping and wheezing for air

He is enraged

His fear tends to come out as anger

So while you are literally dying he is shouting at you for how stupid you are, how foolish to waste your precious live over his useless one

His shouting you mutter out an Inaudible : 'sorry... '

Just then the anger turns into tears

"you idiot..." he wailed... Actually wailed.. Something you never thought you'd see, not that you wanted to in the first place

It was supposed to be him...

"don't you dare apologise..." he hugged you even tighter feeling you fading away from him as you tried to breath but it only come out as a horrible choking sound as you choked on your own blood

His cheek rested on top of your head

"o-oba... nai.. " you said chocking in the middle of word as the hole in your chest began seeping even more blood

"g–give them.. H–hell for m–me... Yeah?..."

Oh he would...

He would make them pay for taking you away from him

For making the only person who kept him moving forward...

Is now cold and limb in his arms...

Sanemi shinazugawa

Fuck!

Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck!

He physically can't handle what he is looking at

As he refused to stop saving you even after you already stopped breathing

"shit! Shit!" he pressed harsher on the wound, the blood was slowing but not because of his relentless attempt...

You were gone... Not even being able to get a word out because of how harshly he was crying

For some reason... Even in your final moments you found it kind of comforting that he was try his best to save you

You felt your heart break looking at him from the other side hugging your cold, lifeless body... Trying to squeeze some warmth into it even though he knows its useless

Kyojuro Rengoku

You coughed out blood as akaza hand went through your stomach

"Y/N! NO!"

You took the hit for kyojuro

I mean... How could you not... You just couldn't let someone like him die

You just couldn't...

Gripping your sword harder, you slashed it against his neck making his eye widen

'she got in my way! And she still has the strength!

Akaza thought as he was amazed at how you still has the strength to even breathe

'Kyojuro, im going to die. I know. We had a life planned in front of us, but..l couldn't let you die. I just can't'

You thought as The demon tried to punch your face, but you stopped it with your other hand

"Y/N!!"

'you won't get away... Akaza!'

Looking behind the demon, but still applying force on the neck, you looked behind to see Rengoku with the boy from before charging at you with their swords.

A smile got onto your face.

'I wont ever let go off the sword ..Until I cut his head off!'

"INOSUKE MOVE! MOVE FOR Y/N-SAN!"

The boar now charged at you with speed His attack cut the demons arms, your sword still attached to his neck.

He was running away, clearly.

The boy threw his sword at the demon,.

stabbing him through the chest. Followed by Screaming of how he was a coward by running away and that both Rengoku and you were stronger than him.

You felt two gentle pair of hands gripping your back, drops of water, or tears, to your cheek as kyojuro took you in his embrace trying to stop the bleeding even though he knows it's a fatal wound

"Y/n.. No. No..please don't leave me! Please! I beg you! I will go down on my knees if it have to!"

"kyo... It's okay..." You say voice barely a whisper as you gathered all the strength you had trying to put your hand on kyojuro's cheek.

He quickly took your bloody hand in his and put it over his cheek

"no no... The hit was meant for me to take... Why did you have to get in the middle... Why.."

"i just couldn't.. Let–" vomiting blood "y-you... Die"

You said panting feeling like you can't breathe anymore...

Kyojuro the brust out sobbing burying his face in your neck as your body laid lifeless in his arms

It was supposed to be him dammit!

He was supposed to be the one protecting you!

Not the other way around!

On the other side tanjiro watching the scene feeling his heart break over and over again

Another love story between two lovers was ruined by those disgusting Creatures

Tengen uzui

after a long and hard battle you had ended up dangling off the side of a cliff barely holding onto an also seriously injured tengen.

He could feel your fingers slipping from his.

you were both tired and injured it was a tough battle and despite the demons head being cut off you had taken some heavy blows and now you were dangling off the side of a cliff, barely conscious as tengen held onto your hand with his

"dont worry y/n! ill pul you up Soon!"

you could see him struggling to hold your hand and knew that if he held on any longer he might go down with you

watching him struggle above you made your heart ache as you couldnt do anything to help

"Ten.."

the both of you made eye contact with each other

"thank you for being with me... I love you so much"

his eyebrows twitched at your words

"why does it sound like youre saying goodbye? y/n. You better hold into my hand!"

his jaw was clenched as he spoke to you

you couldnt leave him

if only he had killed that demon sooner

if only he could have protected you

in this moment he hated the gentle smile that was on your face

because to him it meant he had failed

"we both know we'll both fall if you dont let go, neither of us have enough strength left to do anything."

"its okay ten, im ready. i love you and I'll always be watching over you. live well"

he could feel your fingers one by one letting go of his hand and he tried as hard as possible to not let go

"y/n please! I.. I can't do this without you... "

you just shook your head

"im sorry ten but you have to, i know you can. you're going to do great things, with or without me."

"always remember that i love you... And i'll always be watching you"

With that, the last grip he had on you failed

the serene smile on your face was the last thing he saw as you fell to your probable death,

shattering his heart

he screamed your name on the top of his lungs as your hands disconnected followed by painful sobs

Not again...

First his siblings now you..

He lost so many loved ones

of course he knew that he was too injured to pull you up and the most he could have done was just hold onto you until help came,

If help came...

he hated this,

he hated himself

what was the point of being strong when he couldnt even save the one person he loved most in this entire world

"Live well" it was one of the last things you told him hed try his best to because you asked him of it but to him living well meant being by your side which was something he couldnt do anymore.

Muichiro Tokito

poor baby doesn't really know what to do

he's kneeling beside you with a worried look

he's sweating and his hands are clammy

he remains silent for the most part

"Y/n?"

He is right next to you, hand nervously taking your own

"Don't worry."

you give him a weak smile as scary as it was, just his presence was enough.

"|-what do I do?"

The fear in his face made your heart clench.

"Just stay with me. You dont need to do a thing..."

You squeezed his hand with the last bit of strength

you had, smiling softly

"Be careful okay? There are still a lot of demons left"

You didn't fear death,

but you did fear what would happen to those you

loved once it got to you.

Kagaya ubuyashiki

This took place before the explosion in the final battle era

Your husband's hand is cold in yours. You squeeze his

fingers and watch the moonlight bleed out the color of

his skin into silver.

"Are you well, love?" you ask quietly. A washbowl rests to your side, the cloth draped over the side dripping droplets of water down the floor. You take it and wrangle the water with one hand as best as you can,

laying it atop his forehead after. Kagaya closes his eyes and smiles beatifically. It looks painful.

"I will be fine," he says. A mere whisper; it runs wild in the echoes of the night. "| am certain... After tonight, everything will be fine again." You hum thoughtfully. Your heart turns like a clock,

mechanical, a slave to fate. You dare not tell him anything.

"I wonder. . " Kagaya starts. "How does the sky look tonight, Y/N?"

You looked up at the sky as the clouds moved to reveal the beautiful moon

"it's beautiful..." you said as he leaned into your hand as you caressed his cheeks

"he is here..."

A long shadow blocks the moonlight. You look up.

Plum red eyes stare back.

"It's finally nice to meet you, Kibutsuji Muzan," Kagaya says casually.

A chuckle flits in your ear, honey-thick and suave.

Muzan's jacket rests precariously on his shoulders,

and the wind picks up, as if trying to steal it away. The sleeves whip around him uselessly.

"Well;" he says. "You sure look terrible, Ubuyashiki."

If you do not look too closely, you can still delude

yourself into dreaming that this is a normal family.

Your twins have not stopped playing, and their

laughter mingles with the song.

*after the speech because i cant recall it 💀*

"Kibutsuji" You incline your head, a mockery of respect. "You may have prepared for everything.. But there is one thing you didn't prepared for.."

"and what would that may be?"

"this–" you pulled out teh explosion monitor and jumped on kagaya and just before it explored a room open under kagaya's bed and you both fell into a room underground where your kids were waiting for you to come and there was a secret door which led to outside

But it was quite the fall, but you shielded kagaya's body with yours as you he fell on top of you

"Uhmm... " Kagaya groaned from the pain of the impact but more at the though that you were hurt from the fall and his weight together

"it's okay... It's okay..." you said as you cradled kagaya's fragile body

"i just need you to hold on for me... Can you do that please?"

The explosion was loud on top of you but what was more terrifying was the piece of wood of the selling above you that was about to fall

So you quickly pushed kagaya out of the way just as the piece of wood fell on your lower body completely breaking it

"y/n! " Kagaya yelled as best as he could as he heard your crying of pain

"i am fine! I am fine!" You shouted as you tried to stop the tears from dropping from the pain

"kiriya! Listen! Take your father and run out of here!"

"b–but mo–" "no buts! This piece of seilling completely crushed my lower par! You won't be able to get it out! Even if you did i'd be just a burden! I won't be able to run! No go! Go!"

Kiriya quickly carried his father on his shoulder as best as he could

"no... Y/n... If we die... we die together.. That's a promise..."

"well.. Look like i have a change of plans, sorry love"

You said as you smiled sadly at him even though he can't see it

*time skip*

"CAW! CAW! KIBUTSUJI MUZAN IS DEFEATED! KIBUTSUJI MUZAN IS DEFEATED! THE FINAL BATTLE IS OVER! CAW! CAW!"

Kagaya opened his eyes at the sound of the noisy crow.. And for the first time in years...

He sees the sky clearly as the curse marks started to fade from his body...

He quickly tried to ran into the place where his estate is supposed to be with only one though in mind...

'y/n...'

He opened his eyes clearly for the first time in years and the first face he wanted to look at was yours

"oyakata_sama! Wait! You are not fully recovered yet!"

The kakushi tried to warn him but he just didn't care

He wanted to see you, to touch you, to tell you how much you mean to him even though words cannot describe, to make sure you are alright

But what he saw made him stop and his blood run cold...

The estate.. His home... Your home.. Is now crumbled to pieces with you under all that

he quickly took off and tried to dig into the rubble in hopes maybe.. Just maybe.. You are still alive...

"master..."

The kakushis and the remaining of the hashiras felt thier heart break looking at thier master like this...

Nevertheless, they started to help thier master find his wife.. I mean.. You were like a mother and a big sister to them all...

"I found something!" one of the kakushi shouted as he saw your bloody hand sticking out of the rubble

They quickly ran to where he was and started digging even more, just as they reached your head they all stopped and stepped back for thier master to take a look at you...

"oh my dear..."

Kagaya quietly knelt down where your bloody upper body only was visible

He caressed your bloody

cheek just as you did with him a few hours ago...

Oh how beautiful you looked... Even if you were cold and pale with your lips starting to get blue..

He missed you so much that he almost forgot the way you looked...

You looked even more beautiful than he remembered even with the black circles under your eyes and the few wrinkles that appeared on your face and the grey hairs despite how young you are...

"oh love... How many times did i tell not to worry to much about me..." Kagaya whispered as he caressed your cold skin with a few tears falling from his eyes "like this you will age before time..."

He hugged you one last time before the kakushis free your body completely from the rubble and take you to bury your beautiful body

Today the world won peace.. But he lost his...

[charmedreincarnation]

I shifted and manifested with your Morphics challenge !!!!!

I am sharing this on an alternate account because I don’t feel comfortable posting on my main account. I want to continue using my main account so, I hope that’s okay.

I’ve been in the LOA community for a while and have consumed every piece of information. You know how it is.. I had a Reddit and TikTok shifting account and was literally helping people shift with my advice. But aside from maybe slightly hearing or seeing my DR, I had never succeeded, and even that was years ago.

I’ve gotten lazier yet more somehow ambitious since 2020 when I first started this journey, which is insane because you know how when you first find out about shifting, you have a lot of symptoms and almost do it, but then months and years pass, and you’re more desperate yet doing the same useless things. It was like that. I was enlightened; I could spew every method to you backwards, studied many years from teachers like Neville Goddard, Joseph Murphy, Florence Scovel Shinn, Wayne Dyer, Earl Nightingale, Louise Hay, Esther Hicks (Abraham-Hicks), Albert Einstein, Thomas Edison, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Wallace D. Wattles, Rhonda Byrne—okay, everyone and their teachers. I also spent so much money on paid subliminals, meditations, teacher personal subscriptions, witch spells, lucid dreaming supplements, etc., but there are some things money can’t buy, so really, don’t waste your money lol.

I’m not here to be wise and do nothing with that wisdom, so I realized maybe instead of trying to do everything so mighty and intricate and be pretentious in my intelligence, let me try something so simple I would be shocked if it worked. Then I came across a post that was like, "Everyone is going to shift in September," and I almost cried because I have been trying for almost 5 years. I’ve given everything, and I was starting to think LOA is a cult because, let’s be real, it checks off all the things of a cult:

1. Charismatic Leaders: Many LOA teachings are popularized by charismatic figures who attract devoted followings, similar to leaders in cults.

2. Promised Benefits: LOA often promises significant personal benefits, like wealth and happiness, which can be enticing and lead to strong adherence.

3. Community and Belonging: Followers of LOA often form tight-knit communities, sharing experiences and supporting each other, which can resemble the communal aspect of cults.

4. Us vs. Them Mentality: Some LOA teachings might create a divide between "believers" and "non-believers," fostering an exclusive mindset.

5. Simplistic Solutions: The idea that simply thinking positively can solve complex life issues might be seen as an oversimplification, similar to some cult ideologies.

It’s almost religious, but most people are religious, and you know what? Without faith in something, people might have probably just (TW) killed themselves. Everyone has some kind of cult behavior—religious, politics, loyalty to family who don’t love or respect them. At this point, if it was a cult, I guess I was okay with that. Hopefully, the belief would at least give some sort of false comfort. Because having awareness and enlightenment and still suffering is even worse. Ignorance is bliss, as they say.

Then I came across your challenge, and tbh I had tried every subliminal, meditation, binaural beat, etc., so at first, I thought, how will this be any different? But then I saw the LOA Bella success story, and I just felt this was my calling because I had never related to a success story so much. I wanted to cry because it felt like a sign.

This isn’t a very exciting or good story, but all I did was:

Morning
https://youtu.be/gOpZAPo8VvU?si=FA2oxWQkR6l2KU_M

During the day (together)
https://youtu.be/67T-wX2iqfM?si=-f-TvsYyQ_D-od1L
https://youtu.be/xwaSBZFucGg?si=8-XLLROuoIypBSu0

Overnight
https://youtu.be/uBHMmHbQwa0?si=h01rp0Ngdl7Xhv9C

Basically I had a lucid dream and woke up in my waiting room because I had used lucid dreams to get into the void state, but they were also fake voids, and it was annoying to think, "Wow, I’m going to wake up with my dream life," and then fail. So I was taking no chances. I had a dream I was at work, and this lazy girl was being lazy as usual but an actual nuisance. We were outside, and I was like, "Wait, I don’t work outside," and then I got too excited, so I started jumping around and did a backflip because I heard that helps stabilize the dream. Then I commanded my annoying coworker to take me to a portal, and she did. I envisioned my waiting room and set the intention that when I close my eyes and enter the portal, I would wake up in my WR. I walked through, and then I fell. I was scared to open my eyes, so I affirmed just in case as I fell, and I heard the beach waves, and I knew it was there.

I only did this for manifesting purposes because then I intended to shift back to the same reality but where I had my dream life and master shifting abilities and void ability.

Honestly, I was so depressed at that point I didn’t particularly have any dreams or aspirations, so I didn’t know what would make me happy, as sad as it sounds. But I just slid into my WR bed and set the intention because I knew anything is possible in my WR and fell asleep. When I woke up, I woke up in a brand new house with a brand new family in a beautiful room.

Now, like I said, I didn’t have any intentions, so for the last few days, I’ve been having so many surprises and things happening that I now realize, of course, I would want this. I am just very happy, and I can’t believe it was so easy after almost 4 years.

I don’t have any stupid enlightenment advice that I would have thought I would have when I finally succeeded. As stupid and cult-like as it sounds, don’t give up—something will click.

That's amazing! I'm so happy for you and your success :)) and I am even more happy that you’ve found happiness when you don’t even know what you wantedand that it worked out.

I had a very similar experience and what I took from this is to be open to experimenting with different methods because what might not work today could be the key tomorrow and it can seem random.

I wish you the best with your dream life and I hope you continue to find happiness in different ways

[neuvigroove]

𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚.

pairings. scaramouche x fem reader synopsis. scaramouche swore to himself to protect you from dottore, but in order to do so, he must abandon you. before he leaves though, he makes sure to put a smile on your face. genre/warnings. pure angst, written in scara's pov, reader is energetic and childish, she/her pronouns used for reader, mentions of blood, stabbing, and death wc. 1.1k a/n. i actually shed a tear while writing this and listening to summertime sadness. playlist. die first - nessa barrett, summertime sadness - lana del rey, train wreck - james arthur

[2:39pm]

today is y/n's birthday.

i can see her in the near distance, skipping around like an excited little kid. she's always had too much energy for me to bear, but perhaps i've grown used to it, seeing that she's always glued to my side for some reason unknown to me.

that bliss however, will change today. dottore knows about where she's from. a planet far from the depths of teyvat. a globe dominated solely by the human race with no room for elemental power. a planet currently known as earth.

very little is known about this planet, which only causes dottore's interest to peak. her origin makes her the perfect test subject for the doctor, but i will not let him lay a dirty fingernail on her.

we cannot continue to travel as one; dottore will find her if she's with me. i don't have any cards left to play.

i do worry that leaving her alone would put her in another danger. she carries no vision, nor any strength that could compare to the creatures of teyvat. however, nothing is more dangerous than becoming an experiment of the second fatui harbinger. on the inside i know she'll be okay. she can find-

she can find my replacement. a new companion.

my only option is to watch over her from the shadows. that is the only way i can protect her.

sometimes i can tell that i hurt her feelings when we converse. but my personality is something i can't change, and she's never seemed to want change from me. perhaps that's why i've enjoyed her company more than i could ever enjoy another human being's. she understands me more than i think she does.

since i made her cry on her last birthday, i've decided that i could attempt to make her smile this time around. in my defense though, the cookies she made for us to share together were truly detrimental. but... maybe my words were too harsh. i forget what i said exactly... "you wanna poison me? are you so dumb as to have forgotten that i'm not human?"

my eyes trail back to ms. craziness and my eyes widen when she trips over a tree branch. i actually have no idea how i've been traveling together with a girl who has two left legs without dying. i don't notice the tears streaming from my eyes until she looks my way and spots me.

she runs over to me, and i quickly wipe the useless, hot tears. when i see her happy expression, i need to make an effort not to let the guilt eat me alive. i think i've admitted it to myself a while ago, but i love y/n. i'd presumed just as everyone else that i'm a puppet incapable of anything close to love, but if what i feel for y/n isn't love then i'm not sure what it is. i am positive that it is love. when you experience pain, you don't doubt it and assume it's something else. you just feel. and when i'm with her i feel.

"SCARA!" y/n exclaims as she topples me over in a hug. i nearly fall to the ground, but i'm able to catch us before it's too late. gosh, can she even contain her energy for two rational seconds?

i shove her off of me, but before i can say anything, she excitedly holds up a compass-like trinket in my face. "look! a sweet young boy gave me this lovely compass! it's supposed to lead you to wherever you'll be the happiest! and~ it led me right to you! we are just the perfect little duo, aren't we scara?"

i scoff, "and you believe that? it led you towards me because i'm standing north from where you were earlier."

y/n's excited expression drops.

"oh..." she pouts. "well... we can still pretend, right?"

pretend. maybe i can pretend she'll always be with me.

"pretending won't get you anywhere in life," i respond flatly.

"oh, but you pretend all the time," she responds. "i know you sometimes pretend that you can't hear me when i ramble about random things. although it hurts my feelings, you're still my best friend, scara."

what she said is actually not true. i in fact remember everything she rambles about in great detail. like that one time she was complaining about how she hates her hair because the wind blows it in an unattractive way. it was just so annoying because she needs to set her priorities straight. her appearance should be the last of her worries.

"give me your hand," i say. my voice is softer than i intended it to be. when she extends her hand, i slip a diamond bracelet around her wrist. on it is a charm with her nickname for me engraved in the center: scara.

please don't forget about me.

"oh, scara... it's beautiful! I'll never take it off. i promise."

"i have a matching one," i respond as i hold up my wrist for her the see.

she smiles when she sees the nickname engraved on my bracelet: princess.

there it is. her smile.

i sigh. "human, i know that you have your other shenanigans to deal with today, as do i. but meet me up that hill in the forest at sunset."

"oh, okay? scara, why are you being extra nice today?"

"um," i attempt a half smile. "it's your birthday, isn't it?"

[6:03pm]

i pick up the sword from the wet grass of the forest mountain beneath me. it's raining hard tonight. y/n is going to catch a cold, and i won't be there to care.

i walk over to the puppet standing across from me. my puppet. the puppet i've created to fake my own death. isn't it funny? the puppet of a puppet. both abandoned by their creators.

i take my bracelet off and slip it on its wrist. she has to believe it's me.

"i'm sorry," i whisper before stabbing my clone in the chest. i close my eyes when i hear my own voice cry out in a short-lived pain. it falls to the ground, lifeless as i walk away into the forest.

the bloodshed spreads with the heavy rain, and moments later, i see y/n approach the dead body. there she is.

and i feel as if my nonexistent heart has cracked in half when she screams. my eyes close in a sort of pain i've never experienced before. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry, princess. it's the only way you wouldn't look for me.

i wish that a day will come where we can be partners again. but on the inside i know that her human lifespan is not long enough to fulfill that silly wish.

scaramouche fanart credit: X (Twitter) : llxx88103769

[buccini555]

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: "𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲"

≡ You invited all your friends to your birthday party but only they came

♡ ⠂⠂୨୧ H e a d c a n o n s

⌕ 𝑭𝒕. Hanma Shuji, Kisaki Tetta, Takeomi Akashi, Wakasa Imaushi, Shinichiro Sano, Mitsuya Takashi, Hakkai Shiba and Taiju Shiba

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝.𝟷 | 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝.𝟸

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

Just when you were losing all hope of anyone coming to your party, Hanma showed up completely late with some flowers in his hands.

"Happy birthday! Wait... Are you crying?" He wouldn't even realize how late he was, much less that there was no one there, however, as soon as he came to his senses, he realized that none of the guests had attended your party.

"What the fuck are they thinking? Damn! I'm sorry, but, well... At least I'm here with you, it's not a big deal, but at least I am." Even though Shuji didn't show his feelings much, he would be a little sad seeing you so hurt at your own birthday party, so he did his best to cheer you up, handing you the small bouquet of flowers and covering you with hugs and caresses throughout the day.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

Kisaki would be the first guest to arrive at your party, he would shyly hand you your gift and kiss your cheek, as time passed, he realized that no one else would come.

"I'm sorry for no one came..." He would hug you, gently comforting you until you calmed down, that situation made him feel incapable, since the only thing he could do for you was just stay by your side.

"I'm not going to let those bastards ruin your birthday, we can celebrate together, I know I'm not the best person for this, but... I'll do anything for you." Kisaki would say, resting you on his chest and stroking your hair subtly, spending the rest of the day being affectionate like never before.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

Having spent the night before drinking, on your birthday Takeomi would wake up dazed from the feeling of post-drinking, for this reason, even if he was late, he couldn't help but attend your birthday party.

"I'm here, my little princess, do you think I would miss your birthday?" Takeomi would hug you as soon as you opened the door, without even noticing the fact that you were crying, however, when he realized that the room was empty and you were ending up in tears, the older realized that only he had attended to celebrate your party.

"Bunch of fuckers... No one came, right? No need to cry, I'm just here for you, hm? I'll teach them a lesson later..." Takeomi would speak, comforting you in any way he could, after that, he would celebrate your birthday by your side, even forgetting about his drinking headache.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

"Am I too early, my princess?" Wakasa would say when he arrived at your birthday party and saw that there was absolutely no one but you and he, at that same moment, you hugged him, when he observed the sadness in your expression, he realized that none of the guests had shown up.

"... Holy shit, how did they have the cowardice to do this to you? I'm not going to allow some useless people to ruin your birthday." He would speak in a low and crestfallen tone, caressing your face and gently wiping away each of your tears, even though the older didn't express himself so easily, he was definitely determined to make you happy again.

"I'm here... I don't want to see those beautiful eyes full of tears again." After comforting you and cheering you up at least a little, Wakasa and you would stay together, eating the party's sweets and snacks while he would hug and kiss you every minute.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

Shinichiro always took your birthday really seriously, always being the first to wish you a "happy birthday", for that reason, the boy would definitely be the first to attend your birthday party, giving you your favorite gift and some beautiful flowers, it would take a long time for Shinichiro to notice the disappointment in your eyes when he came to the conclusion that no one else would come to his birthday party.

"H-hey... Don't cry, don't let them ruin your party. I'm here, I'll always be..." The same would say with the intention of consoling you, then hugging you and giving you all the affection possible until you finally calm down.

Shinichiro would really be there for you and for you, celebrating your party as if nothing had gone wrong, you and him would have fun eating all the chocolate cake and cheese snacks.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

Mitsuya would definitely take his little sisters to celebrate your birthday, being the first to arrive, Mana and Luna would give you your gift, right after, Mitsuya would wish you congratulations with a subtle kiss on your cheek, as time went by, no one in addition to the three, he had arrived at your celebration and as soon as the boy noticed the sadness in your eyes, he felt even worse.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry... But, we're here to celebrate with you." He would say, giving you a tight hug, trying to cheer you up even if it didn't seem possible.

Throughout the day, Mitsuya would try hard to keep you distracted from the event, you would actually have fun together even more with the presence of the sweet little girls, he would be as attentive as always, making you feel much better.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐇𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

"S-sorry! I ended up being so late that everyone already left-" You would interrupt Hakkai with a tight hug and as soon as he noticed your face full of tears, he would realize that no one had attended your party birthday, at that moment, the tallest just returned the hug, leaving the gift he had bought you aside for a brief moment.

"...I'm sorry, don't cry, please." He would say being heartbroken to see you crying exactly on the day you should be smiling, even without knowing what to do or how to act, Hakkai would be determined not to let that day end in even more sadness.

Hakkai would remain by your side throughout the day trying to cheer you up in any way he could, you would eat cake together and the taller one would spend the day telling you random facts about his stressful routine just to get a few smiles from you.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐣𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

"I hope I was the first to come and honor my little doll's birthday." Taiju really wasn't the affectionate type of guy, however, for your birthday, he would at least try to be less cold, ending up being the first to arrive and showering you with the most varied gifts and flowers of every color he could find, despite furthermore, when Taiju realized that time was passing and no one else showed up for his party, he began to get angry, even more so when he saw you crying because of this fact.

"You don't need to cry like that, I'm here! Then I'll personally try to teach your colleagues a lesson." Taiju would say in a serious and threatening tone, somewhat worried about your condition, his heart that felt like iron melted like butter when he saw how much it had affected you.

"God! How did they have the courage to do that to you..." He would finally give in and end up hugging you in search of comforting you, Taiju would become the most affectionate maid possible on that date to simply not end up destroying your long-awaited birthday.

[tubborucho]

I think there’s a big misconception between red and blue viewers about the nature of feeling defeated.

I can’t speak for red, because I don’t watch them, but I see people using red’s first day as a counterargument to what’s happening with blue practically every day. As I understand, their first day was hell, because they were in a severe disadvantage as a team. They’re lore-heads and ‘dumb lucky’ (i am NOT calling them dumb, they are actually all really smart, i am just saying that they are stupidly lucky sometimes), this is not what can give you a win when you are thrown in that game. On the first day. They did get killed a lot and they were going insane. And they were having fun! Listen, I’ve read SO many posts about how funny and cool red’s first day was and hoe people absolutely enjoyed it. And it’s cool.

But it’s COMPLETELY different to blue. Blue are not in the ‘fuck it we ball’ defeat mood. Because they are never given a chance to just enjoy their wins.

1st day – they got SO much backlash for everything that it was genuinely horrible

2nd day – red found the global task strat. Which is fine. But blue had the whole day of just struggling to understand how FOUR PEOPLE TRYING AND TRYING cant overtake one Etoiles on a leaderboard.

3rd day – they’ve been leading the score all day. Did everything they could pretty much. And again, last minute strat. Which was fair, but it’s a big hit on their morale.

4th day – they win, using the same strat. they specifically did it the way they did just to show how broken it is. they get layers and layers of hate from twitter.

5th day – both red and blue give win to green. this day was neutral.

6th day – the egg preparations. blue decided to just give this day away as well. but bad and pac were hunted for hours just two of them.

7th day – the Egg Wars. we all know what happened :D

8th day – elimination. blue won. blue could’ve easily win without even trying to tie with green, but they did. they almost succeeded. it didn’t feel as a victory when they won, because everyone just blamed them. that wouldn’t happen if green won, everyone would cheer, and it’s a fact.

9th day – that’s today. bad and bagi were constantly hunted for about 3 hours. they couldn’t get into the base for like 4,5 hours (they can now because tubbo is guarding the bounty npc).

Each day when they lose – they lose without sympathy and any kindness from others. Each day they win – this victory is bitter, clawed out and they are hated.

Yes, red and blue both know this feeling of not being able to do anything. But Red have so much support on their side. Both in-game and in-fandom. They are praised for everything they do. They got so much less troubles from blue and green because they kept walking away to not ‘punch down’ from this whole underdog narrative. Meanwhile blue just keep being screwed by everything around them. I think arguably the only thing they have over red is the favor of Lil Buddies, because they are constantly hanging out with them. That’s all. All material stuff they have will be easily matched like tomorrow. They’ve never really had a PVP advantage in the first place because Green’s skills and Red’s players count.

It’s genuinely demotivating to even watch their stream. Like I think I would genuinely cry in their place. All their efforts are either useless, because they immediately get nerfed, or get hated on by literally everyone and everything. It’s such a deep-rooted feeling of loosing before you could even play, that it transfers over the screen.

Red burned in that fire on the first day. And it powered them (in a cursed but fun way). Blue keeps being drowned by everything around them like unwanted kittens, and they are fighting for their life.

So no, I do not think it’s fair to compare Red’s first day to anything that happens to Blue. It’s not the same. I do understand however that it defied them as characters, so it’s a fair point to analyze. But in meta-arguments? Yeah, no. [insert a poll ‘Who suffered more? Blue Team Jesus]

And yet they try. And yet they have nice moments. And yet they are friends. Love prevails.

[carb0n-m0n0xid3]

Mouthvasihng Yap

because my stupid brain wont let me live without this, im gonna make a recap (and other stuffs) of everything in mouthwashing. PLEASE tell me if i get anything wrong.

[color-coded to cure my autism :3]

CHARACTERS •Anya- beloved nurse (Top left) •Daisuke- optimistic intern (Top middle) •Swansea- mechanic of the ship (Top right) •Curly- the captain (Before: bottom left. After: bottom middle) •Jimmy- co-captain (or captain in command I believe) (Bottom right) So basically the entire game is set off because of Jimmy. You do play as him anyways. He does a very bad thing to Anya [he rapes and impregnates her], so she decides it would be best to tell the captain himself, which she does. Curly then decides he should talk to Jimmy. •QUOTE THAT MAKES ME CRY :D "I'll talk to him"

[THIS REPRESENTS JIMBUS(right) AND CURLY(left)!!] Jimmy does not want to take RESPONSIBILITY (key point in the game) for his actions, for what he did to Anya. He'd rather die than face the consequences. So Jimmy decides to crash the ship into an oncoming asteroid, thinking to save only himself.

(keep in mind on what Anya said as well) I believe Jimmy locked Curly in the cockpit. I am not certain, but it is a possibility. He wanted him to die. He wanted to have no witnesses so he wouldn't be charged of what he did.

But as of now, the entire Tulpar crew is stuck on the ship, just surviving. Anya is the one to care for Curly, giving him painkillers. She doesn't like the job much, becoming uneasy at his moans of pain and overall state of being.

Once, though, she asked Jimmy to give Curly his meds. Jimmy was fed up, but decided to do it. Unfortunately the cruel bum decided to beat him.. After that dialogue you can even hear Curly crying.

Really quick, I just wanna say that this dialogue with Anya and Curly is very interesting. She seems to be the one staring at the pixel, saying "In the back of my mind, it's always there." But Curly, on the other hand, seems not to care much. "I don't think it ruins the illusion though. It's peaceful. But maybe I'm just used to looking at the bigger picture." Interesting that word he says... illusion.

Jimmy just made life miserable on the Tulpar, bringing Anya to her fate. She decided it would be best to just end it all, to rid herself of Jimmy and the burden given to her from him..

Daisuke manages to find out she's "stuck" in medical when actually she locked the door.

IM SORRY, SHE JUST MAKES ME SO SAD D: But anyways, I'm gonna condense the story line a bit now. So in short, Jimbus basically manipulates Daisuke into going into the vents, despite their danger, to save Curly (except he didn't really care, i think).

•QUOTE THAT MAKES ME CRY :D "Anya...? ...what d-did you do?" So Daisuke goes into the vents, proving their danger... He returns bloody and scarred all over his body from the vents. Jimmy decided it was "best" to disinfect the wounds with mouthwash (cuz they "remove 99.99% of germs"), only making them worse. This probably symbolizes the entire Tulpar situation: something really bad happened, so Jimmy tries to FIX IT with something, only making everything worse for everyone. Swansea decides to do the best thing for Daisuke, and uses the emergency fire ax to kill him, essentially putting him out of his misery.

•"It's alright Daisuke. Calm down. ...This line of work. You could never have become like ol' Swansea. What a tragedy." ... •"I thought you were dumber than a can of paint, always just chewing my ear off about nothing. Useless ray of goddamn sunshine." ... •"You coulda taught an old fool like me alot. ..." ... •"Close your eyes, Daisuke." I love Swansea's "speech" to Daisuke, but it makes me so sad :( ANYWAYS, Jimmy goes completely bonkers at the fact that he killed Daisuke. It was a mercy kill, but all he saw was another crew member dead.

Long story short, he decides to kill Swansea. Swansea gives a beautiful speech before dying to him, and I REALLY wanna pick at that, but its quite long.. I might reblog this for it cuz this is already very long. But Jimbus shoots Swansea and returns to Curly (who is somehow still alive). (I am going to skip talking about some scenes)

"We fixed it..." "I... fixed it..."

Jimbo basically takes poor ol' Curly to the utility room and puts him into the cryopod thingy. He says his farewell and shoots himself before Curly is ejected into space, frozen and traveling throughout, lost and unfound.

[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Chapter 6

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

Here we are on book 2!

I took a couple days off because my body was perishing (read: my uterus was being a little bitch) but I am back :D

Today's tea is an apple crumble with milk and sugar and my little reading buddy (Charlie) has returned for this chapter Extra Needy and sporting his new necktie.

Let's get into this long chapter:

And we start three years later! I was wondering if there was going to be a time jump and there is! :) p9

Why is everyone so thirsty in this world RE: Ning YingYing p10

Oh dang. I really want to know what's making people melt into skeletons p13

Shen Qingqiu is such a vibe" I know I am physically useless, but i'm also a walking encyclopedia so I bring that to the party" p14 honestly same

So many corpses in the water!! p18

Oh shit, what the heck Wu Chen's legs? p22

RE: Wu Chen I did lol at "Great Master, you call this a bit uncomfortable?!" p 22

this totally feels more like a curse than a standard plague p24

why am I laughing so hard at "fuck me, with this speed, they wouldn't lose to a runner doing the 100-metre hurdles! 'Old Lady'? Yeah right! I must be blind!"p26

oooo! Gongyi Xiao is back! p28

Baby is back too!! Luo Binghe! pp29-31

omg and now there is a height difference! Shen qinqgiu being the smol one p32

Re: on the subject of thinking it was a curse like 15 pages ago, it is not a curse. I don't know why I thought it would be literally anything other than demons LOL this is the plot of the entire fictional universe of this book p37

Luo Binghe still only has eyes for Shen Qingqiu- even after being tossed into hell p38

I truly love the inner monologue of Shen Qingqiu's thoughts vs what people just kind of assume he's feeling. SQQ: Luo Binghe has brainwashed these disciples, he is definitely coming for me, I am fucked. Everyone else: this poor man misses his student so much, he is so hurt that Luo Binghe didn't go back to him.

LOL at Luo Binghe's hatefire at seeing SQQ and Gongyi Xiao bonding together p42

I can't XD SQQ: I have a huge announcement guys, Luo Binghe is back!!!! Everyone else: who tf is that? RIP p44

no shit that demonic activity increasing in frequency is 100% indeed a bad omen. p47

I'm crying SQQ thinks Luo BInghe is about to kill him p48

not the magpie bridge reference p50

This man is just crushing his windpipe for funsies -> why do I feel like this is their dynamic? p50

SQQ is actually an idiot. This fool is continuously operating under the assumption that nothing in the story has changed and the original story is guaranteed. If he heard these words and responded appropriately he'd probably be fine RE: "Then why did you tell me not to put too much weight on race and that no one is intolerable to the heavens" p55

Goddamn is Luo Binghe just going to keep beating the shit out of SQQ?? pp57-59

He really made him drink his blood (side note: when this is all said and done, I need to read some vampire aus) What even is that blood going to do to him?? (do not actually tell me, I assume I will find out soonish) p59

I am once again here to talk about how utterly Fucked SQQ is. He still has 0 idea that Luo Binghe has absolutely claimed him p65

Oh dang. Still, even after all this, SQQ has not shaken his original fate of being hated p69

Bro should have let Qi Qingyi finish that sentence. Re: out of his mind with grief" also probably would have changed some things (even if he was embarrassed as hell) p71

omg so much happening in this scene rn AND then Shen Qingqiu's ex shows up out of no where?!?!?!?!??!!? p73

this man truly cannot catch a break p75

holy shit not even his ex- his wife??????? p75

oop, we have SQQ backstory reveal p77

But also with this reveal: it's a little weird for her though. Like her family takes in this kid from the street, makes him a servant. He continues to serve them, his "family" starts to view him a sibling, AND THEN they get betrothed (not married). Like what. This is wild poor guy- weird because sibling dynamics, also he was their servant. I think she is the weird one honestly. p77

okay, well, he did kill her brother LOL p78

the water prison does not sound good. p81

he really wants to try and last a month there??? best of luck buddy, he cant even handle riding in a carriage without a snack p85

Bonus picture with no notes!

I'm actually so excited for the water prison- it sounds vile, but I need to know how he get's out/how his relationship with Luo Binghe progresses.

[weralika]

i would also love to hear your thoughts about kandreil being codependent and toxic please and thank you 🙏

SORRY I MISSED YOUR ASK SOMEHOW!!!

so lemme begin 🙂🙂

the most dependent one is kevin, obviously, because of raven's partner system and everything. when he transferred to psu, Andrew (whether he wanted that or not) became his partner and Kevin would be so broken when Andrew starts to spend time with Neil more than not.

Andrew is angry about that!! because yes, he wanted to save that stupid boy, but he didn't know Kevin would never learn to be by himself, Andrew would never treat him with that kind of caress (I dare say) if he knew Kevin would become addicted.

so yes, Kevin is addicted

there we can imagine Kevin leaving PSU and crying in his bed with dirty sheets because he misses them so much he can't even do the chores properly (same bro)

Neil is the smartest one 🙂 he quickly realised that they have a strange kind of friendship and he knows that their tension is mutual (somehow??? he was oblivious with Andrew I know, but he just knows they like each other)

he still feels some awe when talking to Kevin because wdym KEVIN DAY is training ME??? is that a dream? wtf

so he would never cross the line!! because of Andrew he learnt the concept of consent and now he's afraid to make a mistake (he is 99% sure that Kevin wants to kiss him but that 1%)

their relationship starts when Kevin gets so jealous he almost tells them to stop flirting and fuck already (bc he knows they do fuck. he has ears, unfortunately)

he only tells them to be quiet bc he has a lot of homework and Neil strikes with "I'm not your homework, but you can do me" like maaaan wtf is that (Kevin blushes, Andrew asks if they want him to go away and then long conversation about kevin not being gay and not being in love with them)

almost instantly they become a wreck!! because Kevin needs so much attention that sometimes he tries to ignore their boundaries!! he is stupid and wants to kiss!! he feels guilty as fuck after being scolded he almost cries (sorry is it too ooc???)

he learns how to be not that demanding (imagine having 2 boyfriends and still it's not enough) and Neil tries to help him (he hugs him actually)

when they are apart, Kevin is sad as fuck but when together he is a little nervous most of the time, because he is too afraid to ruin everything (like he checks if Neil really wants to kiss him)

also this post became just my rant about Kevin but he's really terrified of being a third wheel and tries to give them time alone even if he's so hungry for their attention he has to grit his teeth after saying "I'm going for a run alone because I don't want to interrupt your crazy chemistry"

Andrew is afraid of losing them!! he thinks he's not enough for Neil and Kevin, he's not even so interested in exy and they have so much in common and he is just stupid traumatized boy who can't show affection when Kevin needs it, he's so useless that they don't even ask him about going pro anymore, they do not imagine their future together like andrew does.

they do.

Neil is just a stray kitten in a warm house who thinks he would not spend another night there :D so he tries to make the most out of their relationship! he kisses Kevin 70% times he wants to be kissed, and other 30% is Andrew or no one because they're not in the mood

it turned out not toxic or even codependent I'm sorry ☠️☠️ but I tried to describe my vision or them close (as I can) to canon, not some ugly shit I have in my brain about andrew being (a little) abusive or Neil being a fucking cheater which I am guilty of thinking about!

[aluria-sevhex]

THE KING FUCKING ONE-SHOT ME

notes:

-why am i being so anxious lol. if i die i can loop again it's fine

-i love this game's music

-wtf is the stuff all over the place and the gate

-i love how when Sif forgets terms for stuff like the kiln the others will remind him

-a mirror...

-"everyone say fromage!" F R O N C H

-Siffrin has a lot of pocket space

-aw, Odile's eyes light up when she's learning things

-woah this Sadness is just giant hands

-I FOUND MIRA'S ROOM

-ooo Mirabelle likes horror

-the barrels. are EVERYWHERE

-discussion of crafting your body has led to the wonderful sentence "High heels hurt my feetsies..." thanks Isabeau

-woah Sif's cloak is magic

-Isabeau's so considerate of the fact that Sif doesn't like being touched :]

-ok where the fuck is Siffrin from and how did they get the cloak

-FUCK. LOOP KNOWLEDGE BLUNDER

--aw that's kinda cute how Odile will ask questions about stuff she already knows to get the emotional component

-huh. this gate has weird writing that they can't read. and the gate looks like... stars... hmmmmmmmm

-CREST TIME

-i picked the wrong way :( WELP TIME TO EXPLORE THIS ROOM

-ah yes the "handsome young men falling into beautiful heartbreaking madness" horror anthology

-THE SCHADENFREUDE!!!!!!!!!

-openphrase123

lol

-aight i'm looping now

-um. Loop. what would happen if you saw the others

-what's up with that book Bonnie was reading...

-WAIT FUCK I MEANT TO CHECK THE LOCKED HOUSES I'M GONNA HAVE TO LOOP AGAIN

-the world would be inside of the universe...

-yeah i can't be assed to search the entire House for the book rn that's like 2 floors i've cleared. i'm looping forward.

-the little nodding Siffrin when he zones out is cute

-woah. observatory...

-hmmmm Mira can't remember who studied in the observatory. maybe this is tied to Loop? or the starry gate? or the disappearing island?

-trying to read the books gives you a headache

-istg this is some Gaster shit

-COLOR? WAIT THE WORLD IS MONOCHROME. HOW IS THERE A BOOK ON COLOR THEORY

-Siffrin where the fuck are you from

-welp. looping time

-lol the crying key is in the super duper cool notebook

WAIT THAT'S A MEAN THING TO DO. THE GAME IS BEING MEAN LMAO

-loop-de-doop-de-doop

-might as well go do some things in Dormont if i'm looping anyway

-ok time to loop forward to floor 2

-uh-oh. Sif is having a crisis over not being good at their job. :(

-looping forwards. round and round and round we go...

-"if you hadn't picked up the key wouldn't we be stuck?"

Live Siffrin reaction: (Yes.)

-lol bathroom break. fictional characters NEVER go to the bathroom

-Sif whaddya need to do alone?

-lol

-Sif is SO glad to have the loops

-:0 intact Change God statue

-KEYKNIFE

-what the- they got teleported! this is sus...

-feel like the bit where Sif laments the loss of the keyknife and thinks they could've found another use for it might be foreshadowing...

-FUCK FUCK FUCK MIRA IS KO

-fml Odile is the only one left standing

-first game over damn

-jesus fucking christ this is a bleak game over screen

-is he gonna finish himself off

-fuck that's bleak

-ok he finished the Sadness off

-WAIT DO I HAVE TO GO THRU FLOOR 3 *AGAIN*??? THIS IS BULLSHIT

-grinding for exp

-had to go to dinner. back

-it's nice when Bonnie gets to deal the final blow :]

-time to try again!

-I DID IT :D

-uh-oh. Mira is freaking out at the sight of another frozen person :(

-oh her roommate :(

-Mirabelle you're not useless :(

-HOLD UP. THE *HEAD HOUSEMAIDEN* GAVE MIRABELLE THE ABILITY TO NOT GET FROZEN?

-hehe Odile is hungry. SNACK TIME... maybe *i* should eat more.

-love how crab is used like a swear word

-Siffrin's like "i"m fine!" and i'm like "ARE you?"

-hey King why do you have stars on your gauntlets

-THE KING JUST REFERENCED SIF SPECIFICALLY?

-...what does he need to remember...

-Siffrin is sus

-DID HE JUST FUCKING 1-HIT US?

-this is one hell of a game over

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Vampire Draco

I am still dabbling the marriage law trope. But, the second part will be from Hermione’s POV. It’s a whole other head space to get into. It comes less organically than the Draco pov. In the meantime, enjoy some vampire Draco drabbling!

Half a year ago, I died. I don’t remember how it happened. I only remember what happened after. My corpse was reanimated and now I am this. I don’t know if I am considered alive or dead. I only know one thing. It’s the yawning unquenchable thirst that keeps me from sleeping. It keeps me from smiling or laughing. I can’t even cry. To be fair, I don’t know if it’s possible for me to do any of those things. I have never tried. I’ve never felt compelled to.

All I know is that I died, this vague unattainable idea of a memory of a life that used to be mine, floating away like a song on a breeze, and I was in the middle of a field. I’m not sure if I died there or if my body was moved but, it’s where this life began.

The life of the dead.

When I woke, I didn’t understand what the ache in my throat was. The ache was more of a burn that seemed to originate from the tongue or my lips. I couldn’t tell you. But, they seemed to travel like flames, licking down into my chest. It would carve out my now useless organs and burn a hole through the stomach that no longer had a function.

Because I wasn’t hungry. I didn’t want to eat.

I was thirsty. That was the most obvious explanation.

So, I staggered to my feet. I felt like a new born deer. Everything was clumsy, like I had forgotten to use my limbs. But the truth of the matter is, that my body moves much quicker than I mean to.

And the longer I ambled and tripped and ran, I realized that it wasn’t just my motor skills that had changed. It was all of my senses. My sight, sharper. My sense of smell, stronger.

I found a water fountain attached to the side of a public bathroom in the middle of a playground. I drank from it, greedily.

And immediately threw it all up.

I retched all of the water and saliva onto the ground, right in front of the bench a mother and her child were sitting at, staring at me with an equal mix of wide eyed fear and disgust.

The back of my hand wiped at my chin as I looked down at my body, my clothes were covered in dirt and dried blood. The shirt I wore, a plain black oxford had a gaping tear and over my chest and the pale skin visible from under it, was more dried blood.

I could smell it. It was old and rotting with a tinge of iron. But, just beneath all of that, was the faint smell of a crisp. Tart. Green apple.

That was me.

That smell, the apples, it’s my scent.

This blood, it’s mine. From when I was alive.

Which meant other people had scents.

I stumbled towards the mother and child, reaching for one of them, either one. It didn’t matter. I wanted to smell them. Did they have their own scents? Would it taste like fruit? Maybe a melon or a fig.

The mother screamed and wrapped her arms around her son before shoving past me, running away and screaming.

I don’t remember my life before I died. I don’t know where lived, who my family was. What my name was.

Maybe it was Dylan or Donnie. Something with a D.

I don’t remember if I had friends or a girlfriend, maybe a wife.

Maybe I liked men.

I don’t know.

What I do know is this thirst. This empty feeling that I can never fill.

And I know do not laugh and I do not cry.

What I know is that I killed a man that night and drank every drop of his blood until my cheeks went hollow. I sucked and I sucked, until I came up with nothing from his veins, not even air.

When you’re no longer alive, nothing is real. Laughter, joy and pain? It’s not real. The light breeze that dances along your neck on a hot day? A myth. When you’re dead, even your body isn’t real. It’s nothing.

Not even grief.

Life, death, whatever this is. It goes on like one long, unbearably boring day that never ends. Because you cannot sleep. You pretend to sleep, laying prone on a bed you’ve stumbled upon while out hunting. In death, you hunt people in their natural habitat. Which is usually out on a hike. Or sitting on their sofa, watching television about lives that are also not real.

Sometimes, I stick around their home and sniff at the flowers or lick the fruit they have laying around.

The flavor is incredible but I can’t eat it. The first time I tried, it felt like a brick fell into the bottom of my stomach and I had to stick my finger down my throat until it all came out on the kitchen floor of the woman I killed.

I kill them but somehow, their bodies never reanimate. I don’t know how to make it happen.

Sometimes, after I drain my prey of their blood, I prop them into a chair across from me and I imagine what it might be like to have a conversation. Sometimes, I wonder how it is that I know words and language, but I can’t remember my real name. Sometimes, I think I’m going to cry, but my eyes remain dry. Other times, I sit down where they were and I watch the television show they had on.

A comedy or the news. Hardly ever is it something sad or scary. These fake people with their fake smiles and canned laughter become my guide to this new strange world. I mimic their movements and expressions. I test them out on the limp, cold bodies of my victims.

I ask them why these fake people always talk about this thing called love.

So, this is how I live. I am a nomad. I stumbled into their homes, sink my teeth into their neck and feel them die in my arms, before I use their homes and try on their clothes.

I live my life as a stranger in my own body and walk the streets, crowded by scents of blood varying from sweet and tart, rich and earthy, spicy and salty. And I kill them. One by one, I pick the off. There’s so many, I doubt I will ever get through them all but it’s like a buffett of flavors that I get to test. I find that the sweet and spice scents are my favorite but I’ve never smelled one that might be both.

Until It all changes.

It happens in the middle of the day. I’m stumbling, trying to keep my pace to match the people walking around me. Nobody alive walks as fast as I do. So I have to shift my gait, shorten it. It feels unnatural, stilted and jerky.

“Draco?”

The voice, it belongs to a woman. She sounds incredulous. She sounds emotional. And her voice does something to my dead brain. There’s this feeling again, of an unattainable touch against a moment that no longer is. Maybe it never was.

Maybe the moment died when my body did.

“Draco, my gods!”

I turn to find two bright blue eyes staring back at me. The woman is tall and slender, her skin pale against her raven black hair.

She smells like something soft and powdery. Like a bed of roses or something like it. It’s pleasant but it doesn’t make my throat ache. Of course, I’ve just fed off a couple on the block over. The husband tastes like the soil wife’s blood of wisterias was planted in. It was a complimentary blend of flavors.

A fine meal.

I squint down at her, this woman. Her hair is cut to her chin and her nose is like a button. She looks like we were friends in a time before this. “We thought you died.” She spits the words out on a breath.

I did.

I died and now I’m this. And I don’t know who she is or why she keeps saying that word. She’s calling me a word or a name and all I can do is move my mouth and try to form more words.

But words don’t actually come out.

What comes out is a hiss or a growl. A blend of both?

The girl. Her eyes widen and she stumbles back before she rushes into the door of a building to my left. I stare at the door, opening my mouth, trying to form vowels and consonants.

Suddenly, several loud cracks echo in the space around me, startling me. I jump and press my back against the window of the establishment.

Men and women appear with sticks raised, pointed directly at my chest. They are aiming sticks at me like they might stab me, right in the heart. But I don’t think I have one of those. I can never feel it beat. I don’t know if it has withered away or if it just stands still.

All I know is that I am still opening my mouth, pulling my upper lip back and trying to form words, when one of the women steps forward, ignoring the hand of her comrade who reaches out for her. I smell her before I focus on her.

She smells like cinnamon and vanilla. She smells like apples and nutmeg. She smells like good and bad. Decadent and airy.

She steps forward and her eyes are big and brown and she opens her mouth to say another word. “Malfoy,” her voice is gentler than the woman who ran away from me. Her eyes, softer. Her hair is wavy and the color of burned umber.

But her scent is powerful.

Her wrist is limp as she holds her stick at me, aiming it at my stomach as her thick brows quirk and her head tilts as she takes me in.

I peel my lips back and I open my mouth, my tongue and my teeth are working, they’re struggling,

“Hermione, step back.” Someone says but she ignores them, her eyes are focused only on me. And she takes a step forward.

My hand lifts and everyone stiffens, they shout at me to freeze.

My hand moves, awkwardly, because I’m trying not to move it too fast. I think if I move naturally, it will scare her. But my mouth, my teeth and my tongue finally succeed!

I look at this girl with the delicious scent and finally push the sound out of my mouth, from deep inside of my throat. And it’s then, that I realize that it is the first word I have said since I died. That all of those conversations I’ve had with my meals were all in my head. It’s the first time I hear the actual sound of my voice. The voice in my head wasn’t real, just like my organs and love.

“Hi.”

I look at this girl with the brown hair and I feel my lips do something I believed didn’t exist anymore. That it was fake and nonexistent.

I smile. And she does, too.

[unclewaynemunson]

Belated happy birthday to @steviesbicrisis! Your bday post made me think about a steddie pride and prejudice au with a twist so this one's for you :D

(obviously this takes place in a world where gay marriage has always been completely normal. Fuck historic accuracy)

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Steve feels his face light up when an all-too-familiar knock sounds through the house; there's only one person in his life who tirelessly drums out the most elaborately ridiculous rhythms on the wood of the door. 

Unsurprisingly, Eddie stumbles inside a moment later. Something is different, though, Steve notices that much right away. His friend doesn't barge into the room to drape himself over the couch like he usually does. Instead, he closes the door behind him and keeps standing still right in front of it.

'I have some news for you,' he says, in a strangely solemn voice.

'Is something wrong?' Steve asks, immediately worried.

'No.' Eddie shakes his head. He smiles, but it's only a weak version of his usual bright grin and it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 'No, it's um... It's good news.' He nods, almost as if he's saying that to convince himself, and Steve feels a frown creep onto his own face.

'I'm engaged. To Keith.'

For a few seconds, Steve can do nothing but stare at him.

'Engaged?' he then stupidly repeats.

'Yes.' Eddie nods again.

'To be married?!' Steve asks urgently.

Now, Eddie rolls his eyes. 'Yes of course, Steve, what other kind of engaged is there?'

Steve feels his jaw drop. 'How– Why–'

'Oh for heavens sake, Steve,' Eddie impatiently interrupts his stuttered, unfinished questions. 'There's no earthly reason why I shouldn't accept his hand.'

'But he's – ridiculous!' Steve finally manages to spit out.

And something shifts in Eddie's posture. 'Well, not all of us can afford to be romantic,' he says with a chilly edge to his voice. ‘He's rich, he can give me a comfortable home and a reasonable position in society – I wouldn't dare ask for more.'

'Eddie,' Steve says. He doesn't even know where to start. He wants to tell Eddie exactly how much more he deserves than some gross creep, how he's betraying everything he stands for by marrying Keith, how he's signing for a life devoid of any happiness – but before he can even begin to properly phrase any of those thoughts, Eddie already narrows his eyes at him. He looks at him like a cornered animal, and Steve understands that Eddie interprets his silence not as caring, but as judging, or maybe even pity.

'I am twenty-seven years old,' Eddie says, his voice colored with a kind of forced calmness. 'I have no money and no prospects. I'm already a burden to my uncle. And I'm frightened. So don't judge me, Steve, don't you dare judge me.' Then, he resolutely turns around and opens the door.

'Eddie, wait,' Steve quickly says.

For a second, it looks like he won't listen, like he will walk away without looking back – but then, he turns his head around, and Steve sees tears glistening in his eyes.

'I – I'm not judging you. I'll respect your choice, even if I don't understand it. Don't cry, please.' He knows it's a useless thing to do, telling people not to cry, but he hates seeing this look on Eddie's face. It makes his hands itch with the desire to hold him.

'I’m just... You caught me off-guard. I didn't know you were interested in marriage all of a sudden.'

'Why does it matter?' Eddie asks with an arched eyebrow. 'Were you planning on asking me if I was?'

And that question, phrased in such a sarcastic way, paired with the defensive look in Eddie's eyes... The insinuation of how truly preposterous that would be feels exactly how Steve would imagine getting stabbed in the heart would feel like.

It makes him realize that he has nothing left to lose. Eddie will walk out of that door – maybe they'll make up, maybe they won't, but their friendship will never be the same as before Eddie got engaged to Keith.

'What would you say if I was?'

Eddie stares at him. He opens his mouth, then closes it again.

Steve just stands there, waiting, until the surprise on Eddie's face makes place for something more unreadable.

'Don't be ridiculous now, Steve.'

'Is it truly that much more ridiculous than you marrying Keith?'

'Are you seriously asking me to marry you only to keep me away from Keith?'

'No, I –' Steve pauses; he wishes he would have had time to think about what to say. It feels like his words won't ever be able to do his feelings justice.

'I have loved you for years, Eddie,' he finally admits. 'And if you truly want to marry Keith, I won't try to change your mind. But I can't let you go without telling you the truth.'

Eddie's eyes widen as he lets the words sink in with a shocked look on his face.

'You love me?' he repeats in a slightly raspy voice.

Steve nods, only to be met with more silence, as the clock on the wall ticks away the seconds.

'You don't have to say anything. I just needed you to know.'

'Steve... Is this a goddamn proposal or not?'

'I don't know.'

'You don't know?!'

'I mean, it isn't – I don't think it is.’ Steve stumbles through the words. ‘I don't want you to choose me because I'm richer, or – or better-looking than Keith... I only want to marry for love, and I'm not as arrogant to expect you to feel the same way about me.'

'Oh, Steve...' The shock on Eddie's face melts away, softening his features and making the look in his eyes gentler.

'You don't need to pity me.’

'No, no way, I'm not pitying you,' Eddie answers. He takes two big steps towards Steve, wraps his hands around Steve's. They're warm and familiar and making him miss what he can't have even stronger.

'If I had known... Stevie, I would've never said yes to Keith, it's not even close to a competition. If I had known I could have you, all this time... I never even thought I'd stand a chance. You're probably the most perfect person I know, and I'm, well, just Eddie.'

'Oh, we need to work on your self-esteem, baby.' The pet name slips out of Steve's mouth before he can help it, and it brings that beaming bright smile to Eddie's face; the smile that Steve loves so much.

He feels Eddie’s hands slide around his waist and they rest their foreheads together, both breathing shakily, trying desperately not to let their emotions overpower them.

'Does this mean that we're engaged now?' Steve finally manages to ask; his voice is shaking but he needs to hear it. He needs to be sure that he indeed gets to hold the man in front of him for the rest of their lives.

Eddie utters a tearful chuckle. 'I suppose I have another wedding to cancel first.'

[achillyscomedown]

lotr (+ 1 hobbit) quotes def not stolen from brooklyn nine nine

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thorin: you think you can just bully people, but you can’t. it’s not okay. i’m the bully around here, ask anyone.

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merry: the only thing i’m not good at is modesty, because I’m great at it.

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gimli: i’ve only said ‘i love you’ to three people. my mom, my dad, and my dying grandpa. and one of those I regret.

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pippin: i’m not totally useless. i can be used as a bad example :D

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frodo: i wasn’t hurt that bad - they said all my bleeding was internal. that’s where the blood’s supposed to be!

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legolas: you don’t dance with the devil because you’ll get burned. or in gimli’s case because he has no rhythm and his hands are like little rat claws.

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gandalf, while smoking pipe-weed: the english language cannot fully capture the depth and complexity of my thoughts so i’m incorporating emoji into my speech to better express myself. winky face. wizard hat. peace sign.

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sam: my nana always said ‘bad news first because the good news is probably a lie’. fun fact: she made me cry a lot.

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aragorn: i’m fine at parties, i just stand in the middle of the room and don’t say anything.

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gandalf giving a super detailed and thought out plan:

pippin: sir, with all due respect, i am gonna completely ignore everything you just said-

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boromir recounting how he’d broken the barrier between man and hobbit and how him and the four were now good friends: i appealed to their sense of teamwork and camaraderie and love of food with a rousing speech that would put even elrond to shame.

aragorn who’d heard the hobbits laughing about the speech just minutes earlier: :D

[yourheart-inmyhands]

I'm glad you aren't bothered by me requesting pretty often, I actually never requested stuff with any other blog before so I am a little excited by finaoy having occasion to do it :3

So I don't realy have a character in mind, but do you think any of the yanderes would take away readers vision a form of punishment?

- 🐶 Anon

So you didn’t specify vision as in elemental powers or sight so i just did a lil tidbit for both :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including overbearing behaviors, being held against ones will, delusional behaviors, mutilation/bodily harm, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Taking away powers would definitely be a Venti thing. You’re his sweet, precious little human, you don’t need that stupid vision when he’s right here to protect you! If the vision isn’t anemo anyways it’s worthless, all those other archons are just pesky nobodies who didn’t spare you more than a mere breath when granting you that useless shiny object. It’s okay though, Venti will keep you safe, he’ll do all the fighting, create any winds you might need, and whatever else is required for you. Though you don’t even really have to worry about that, you’ll be inside the house all the time, and when he’s home and you’ve been behaving well maybe you can have some backyard time.

As for taking away your sight, I think Jean would be the most likely one. She has clearly shown no remorse in her discipline and if she had you held somewhere and commanded you to stay, only to find out you tried to escape, she certainly wouldn’t be pleased. It would start with simply depriving you of your sight, blindfolding you for hours at a time until you couldn’t stand it anymore. That was her being easy. If you should persist your bad behavior after that she’d have no problem permanently blinding you for the sake of punishment. She takes the rules that she sets for her beloved seriously and when you act out she simply can’t contain herself. It’s for your own good, don’t you know that? She loves you and she knows what’s best for you so please, stop crying. Yes, it might hurt now but it’s for the best, and don’t worry, she’ll be there for every step of recovery. Someone will have to help you relearn how to do everything now that you can’t see.

[cypheroo]

I'll forever see you | Garroth Ro'Meave ~☆

"Cyyyyyppphhhhhiieeee Your favorite shooting star has a reqquueeesssttt for yooouuuuuu/lh May I pretty please with a cherry on top, humbly beg for a fic of Laurance and/or Garroth caring for a reader who gets worked to the bone often and very rarely is supported by their family? Mcd or mys i don't mind either way :3(Can you tell i am. Very tired? LSMDNAMl)-⭐”

Word count : 1,160

Tw : none :D but it isnt totally cannon? IDK

AN : I'M SORRY ⭐I REALLY AM! IT'S A LITTLE SHORTER BUT I REALLY TRIED PUTTING LESS STORY IN AND MORE CARE IG? Also I'm sorry! I wish I could take all the stuff off your plate and let you rest! Take care ⭐!

You had to finish this, you had to finish this paper, then you'd need to finish the next paper, then the next, and the next. God you didn't even feel like you were anywhere near close to being finished at all, that didn't even account for your piling chores you had been putting off. The dishes looked steep and your next choice of clean clothes was getting harder to find, you just had so many things you had to get done and eventually finish. The world was too fast for you and it was tiring, it didn't help that your family was less than helpful, often brushing the work you had to do off, or downright ignoring your growing issues and need of help. You wanted to cry, you felt so alone and like no one would help you or show you even an ounce of empathy. Garroth was out on some mission lady aphmau sent him on, aphmau was busy with being a whole lord, your family couldn't care less, friends were worried for themselves and it left you feeling so useless and sad for your own situation. You laid your head on your desk, groaning wishing it could all be over. That was until you heard a small and soft “honey?” next to your ear. 

While it was true, he was out looking for collecting information for lord aphmau, garroth had only recently came back to phoenix drop, and he couldn't just go back to his home, he had to come see you, he had to come make sure the one he held so dear was still smiling like he loved so much, and maybe he wanted to steal a kiss or two. You brought out the fun side of Garroth, the side of him that he didn't even know he still had, the side that made him do these small romantic things for you, he'd bring the moon to you if you so desired it. Your presence calmed him and you became the oxygen he needed to live, hence why being apart hurt him so much, he longed for you those two weeks he was gone, he wanted your warmth in his arms, he wanted to feel your fingers trail through his hair, and he needed to hear your kind voice once again.

It was easy to get into your home, you had given him a key afterall. You were always one to welcome him into your space. So as soon as he closed the door as softly as he could he slipped off his shoes and helmet, setting them in their respective places, he expected you to be asleep, to be resting, hence why he was so quiet, but as soon as he saw you sitting at your desk the tired yet excited smile slowly drained from his lips, being replaced with worry for you. As soon as you set your cute little head down on that desk he slowly moved behind you, getting close to your ear and whispering that name you loved so dearly. 

You jumped and hurriedly threw a pencil at him in fear before recognizing that blonde haired man in front of you, the fear turning into happiness, you suddenly didn't feel so sad, you hugged him tightly and took in his smell, you smiled and closed your eyes, whenever you were in his arms you felt ok, you felt loved…safe.He enveloped his arms around you and let out a small laugh, “i don't think that pencil could do much harm against lil ol me” he smiled as he slightly pulled away, “my love? Why are you still awake? It's so late” he hummed softly, his voice laced with worry. You didn't know how to explain anything, simply meeting his eyes with a frown. He knew you so well that he simply placed a kiss on your head and picked up the candle by your desk, using it to illuminate the way as he took your hand, leading you upstairs to your bedroom.

It was quiet. Although not an angry silence, just one filled with worry and care. Once you were finally to your room you sat down on your bed, garroth set the candle down and kneeled in front of you, looking up at you with those beautiful blue eyes, “my love, you need proper rest, how long have you been…being stretched so thin?” he asked, he could read anyone easily, but he could read you with just your eyes alone. You gave him your answer as you attempted to look away, but he wasn't having it, using his hand to softly guide your hand into looking back at him, “you need to be more kind to yourself, baby i'm not gonna let you work yourself to death, has anyone been helping you?” he asked  as he used his other hand to trace circles into your palm. When you answered with a no he seemed more sad, not angry, nor disappointed, just sad. “Can no one see your workload? Good god baby i'm so sorry” he said as he brought your hand to his lips, kissing your hand and closing his eyes. Garroth felt bad for leaving you, he knew you could handle yourself yes but it didn't change his want to always be next to you, to always be around you. And knowing you had been suffering hurt him so much, he knew that he wouldn't leave your side until you were ok and taken care of. 

“Ill always be here to help you, ill always be here to see the work you put in, the pain you endure. My sweetheart, I will continue to do all that and more.” he softly rambled and met his eyes with yours, he was so filled with love and adoration for you. “I don't know why anyone who claims to love you wouldnt see the work you do, but i do, and ill do everything to help you be at ease.” he continued, his voice was so hurt yet so honest, so clear with his desires and love, it was you, he desired you, your happiness and smile. This all made you relax, your shoulders lowered from the tense position they were in before. That made Garroth smile, he slowly stood and let your hands go, moving to get out of his guards uniform, while you slowly made yourself comfortable, laying in the sheets, his words took so much off your shoulders, your back. So you waited for him to join you in bed.

Eventually he slowly sat in bed, putting out the candle and laying next to you, he slowly pulled you close to him resting his chin on the top of your head, and you resting yours near his chest, allowing you to hear his heartbeat, to feel his warmth, presence, and love, before you dozed off you faintly remember hearing him hum a soft tune, attempting to help you sleep.