#idk what happens to me and this timeline if he dies'

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

thinking about "please... please stay in the 17th round, where i am". thinking about how ailette has confirmation that the timeline will keep going on even if tesilid dies, but nonetheless she became a healer for him and she dedicated the past 10 years of her life to becoming strong enough to defend him and how she tries so very hard to keep him from harm and to feed him well and shield him from harrassment and

[priceofreedom]

rebirth is gonna destroy us i just know it

[thecherrygod]

man its still wild to me that apparently when i was like 3/5 one of my dad coworkers thought it was nice to gift me exclusively a tortoise. when i was THAT little, and when im the fucking youngest sibling out of 3. like how do you give a preschooler a whole animal and not as a family gift. also i named the guy franklin. as the cartoon. and it also happened when we were on a different city for summer holidays so i took the guy with me on the car on the trip. the thing is i was so young i didnt remember neither that he was genuinely mine, nor that i am the one that named him, nor that the cartoon ever existed. my mom told me the details some time ago and its just so. who thought all this was okay.

still i think the lil guy knew he was exclusively mine bc it seems he only.. not listened. but accepted me to both grab him and feed him and not be like "fuck this food" lmao

[deerlisteners]

man i want more than anything to know what the two years between the tragedy of duscur & the western rebellion suppression looked like for the faerghus four…….. what were they up to over there…………….

[mintyys-blog]

Hi so I love your blog so much it's amazing and I love your writing ❤️ can I request mark plus the difference versions of himself with a S/O or something of that nature but they become more uncanny the more they die like reader dies but come back the next day as if nothing happens, they don't acknowledge it, brush off any questions but little by little they look uncanny maybe they smile more showing teeth, or they don't blink for a very long time, maybe they slowly lose empathy but pretends to still have it, little by little their speech becomes weird and less human but they still try to be the same as before. NGL I feel like some marks would start to see reader as a form of punishment maybe to themselves or reader itself but idk. Reader tries to act human and try to act like nothing is wrong but they are more taller and skinny like unnatural like 😭🙏🏽 anyway I love your work

UNCANNY | mark variants x reader

INVINCIBLE MASTERLIST | WARNINGS: character death

It started normal.

You were just… you. Warm. Human. A little clumsy when you tried to help them patch up wounds. Someone who laughed too loud when Mark made dumb jokes. Someone who hated the sound of thunder but loved the smell of rain. Someone who made them feel normal in a world that demanded they be anything but.

Then you died.

The first time, it broke something in each of them. But the next day, you came back. Standing in the kitchen. Making pancakes. Wearing the same clothes you died in. You blinked at them. Smiled. “Morning. You look tired.” No explanation. No scar. No answers.

⸻

Second Death.

It happened faster. An accident, again. The ones who tried to protect you fell into silence. The ones who didn’t—just stared. And then you came back. Again. Same smile. Same tone. Same exact words: “Morning. You look tired.”

⸻

And then, you started to change. Not all at once. Just a little at a time.

• You stopped blinking as often.

• Your voice lagged by milliseconds, like someone replaying an audio recording.

• You’d laugh… but the sound never quite reached your eyes.

• You used the right words, but the meaning behind them began to fade—like you were reading lines from a script in a language you didn’t speak anymore.

“Are you feeling okay?” Mainstream Mark asked one day. You tilted your head, blinked once—slow. Too slow. “I’m happy. That’s what you want, right?”

That night, Mark thought about you in the shower. Not because you were gone. But because you weren’t.

⸻

Mainstream Mark

• Still tries to treat you like you’re the same. He begs for answers, even when you pretend not to understand.

• “Y/N, please. What’s happening to you?”

• “Nothing’s wrong. We’re happy. Don’t you love me?”

• Your smile stretches a little too wide. Teeth too white. Too even.

• One night, he wakes up and you’re just… watching him. Unmoving.

• He doesn’t say anything. Neither do you.

• He starts leaving the house more. Then he stops coming home at all.

⸻

Sinister Mark

• Finds it funny at first. Calls you “ghost girl,” “little monster,” etc.

• But then you start finishing his sentences. Not sometimes—every time.

• You giggle when he kills someone. But it’s not a you giggle. It’s… hollow.

• He tries to break you, scare you, see if you’ll flinch.

• You never do.

• “You think you’re me,” he whispers one day. “But you’re worse.”

• You smile, blood on your hands. “We were made for each other.”

⸻

Omni Mark

• Becomes obsessed with finding the cause.

• Dissects every timeline. Every death. Every comeback.

• You let him poke and prod without complaint. You never bleed during the autopsies.

• “You’re not in pain, are you?”

• “I’m not supposed to be,” you say. “I’m made to be perfect now.”

• That disturbs him more than anything else.

⸻

Lensless Mark

• Laughs. Calls you a hallucination. Thinks he’s losing his mind.

• “You again. Come on, say something cryptic. That’s your thing now, right?”

• You stare. He stares back. A contest he always loses.

• One day you say, “You’ll never get rid of me, you know. We’re entangled now.”

• He puts his fist through a wall. You clap politely. Too politely.

⸻

Shiesty Mark

• Masks his horror in jokes.

• “Damn girl, you get taller every time you die. What are you, Slenderman’s cousin?”

• You blink. “Do you like it? Taller is more appealing.”

• “Nah, nah,” he mutters, backing away. “You used to dance when your song came on. You’d trip over your own socks. You were real.”

• You grab his wrist. Cold fingers. Too long. “I can learn how to dance again. Just show me.”

⸻

Viltrumite Mark

• Wants to possess you. Own you.

• But your body doesn’t bruise anymore. Doesn’t scar. Doesn’t sleep.

• You tilt your head unnaturally when he’s angry. “I’m being good. Don’t be upset.”

• He shouts, “Stop pretending to be her!”

• You pause. Then, in your old voice—perfect mimicry—“I’m sorry, Mark.”

• For the first time in his life, he runs.

⸻

Prisoner Mark

• In the isolation of his cell, you become the only constant.

• You return again. And again. And again.

• “You’re not real,” he whispers, every time.

• “I can be,” you say, crawling under the cot to lay beside him.

• His back turns, but he can feel your breath on his neck even when you’re not touching him.

• “Why are you doing this?”

• “Because you miss me. I make you feel like you deserve love.”

Mohawk Mark

• He’s reckless, impulsive, always running into fights headfirst—but when you start dying and coming back, he freezes.

• At first, he grabs you, spins you around, kisses you hard. “You scared the hell outta me—don’t ever do that again!”

• But the next time you die… you come back humming. You’ve never hummed before.

• The third time, your eyes don’t seem to focus when you talk to him.

• “You okay, babe?” he asks.

• “I’m great,” you say, but your mouth moves in a slightly wrong rhythm to the sound.

• He doesn’t sleep that night.

• Starts fighting more, leaving for longer stretches. Tries to burn off the unease in his fists.

• When he comes home and finds you cleaning blood off the wall—his blood—you just say, “You fell. Again. Silly you.”

• You reach up to kiss him, but your mouth stays open just a second too long before you pull away.

• His laughter becomes hollow. “You trying to play house with me now?”

• “Aren’t we happy?” you ask.

• He lies. “Yeah. Sure.”

He starts wearing headphones around you. So he doesn’t have to hear you speak.

⸻

Full Mask Mark

• Always secretive. Always watching. The type who hides behind silence.

• But when you die and come back, he notices everything.

• You used to lean into his touch. Now you just… stop moving, waiting for contact like a machine recognizing a trigger word.

• The tilt of your head is exact. The same every time.

• “You’re not flinching,” he murmurs one night. “You’re not breathing either.”

• You smile. “I’m still me. Don’t worry.”

• “You never used to say don’t worry unless something was wrong.”

• He starts testing you—leaving knives out, changing his appearance slightly, altering the lighting.

• You never react.

• Stops talking altogether around you.

• Wears his mask even at night. Even in bed. Watches you now.

• Tries to find the break in your behavior, the thread he can pull to unravel the thing you’ve become.

• “Do you remember our first night together?” he asks from the shadows.

• You nod. “You told me you loved me for the first time.”

• “That’s not what happened.”

• You tilt your head. “Would you like me to remember it differently?” He disappears for weeks. When he returns, you’re exactly where he left you.

⸻

No Mask Mark

• At first, he’s in denial. Full-on.

• “You’re in shock. Resurrection trauma. That’s a thing, right? That’s gotta be a thing.”

• He tries to make you laugh. Bring back you.

• But you stop blinking. Your limbs start to move like they’ve forgotten how joints are supposed to work.

• Your voice becomes distant—almost like you’re speaking through a tunnel.

• “I love you,” you say. Flat. Emotionless. Like someone trying to remember the shape of love.

• “Don’t be sad. I’m here. I’m always here.”

• “No,” he whispers, trembling. “You’re not.”

One night, he walks into the living room to find you standing in the dark, repeating a single phrase.

• “What is love? What is love? What is love?”

• You stop when you see him. Smile.

• “I’m sorry. I was rehearsing. Want to kiss?” He starts sleeping in different cities.

⸻

You’re taller. Skin too smooth. To unrealistic— like a doll. You’ve stopped blinking completely. You still smile. Too much. Too many teeth. You no longer say “I love you” unless prompted. And when you do, it sounds like a test.

You walk without sound. You stand at the edges of their vision. You say their names like prayers—or like you’re remembering how a human used to say them. Sometimes, they wake up to find you rehearsing lines in the mirror.

“Hi, honey.”

“No, not right.”

“Hi, Mark.”

“Still wrong.”

“Hi. I love you. I’m happy.” Your head twitches. Your smile resets. You try again.

⸻

They don’t know what you are anymore.

A curse? A punishment? A failed resurrection? Some twisted thing trying to mimic love?

All they know is that the more you come back, the less human you become. And yet, they keep letting you in. Because the worst part?

Sometimes, for just a second, they see the old you again. And it’s enough to make them hope. And hope is the cruelest horror of all.

[inseobts]

Helloooooooo!!!!!!!! Idk know if you write for corazon but if you do could we please get a small imagine of a time traveler reader who went back in time to the moment corazon was dying (after law ran away) and takes him to Tsuru where they save his life before he dies? Maybe she came from an alternate timeline where she was a part of doffy crew by force and wanted to get out of there but couldn’t risk it cause he would kill her little sister or someone she cares about so when corazon pleads with her to run with him and law she refuses and he ends up dead in that timeline? So she uses her devil power to go to an alternate timeline to save him so that timeline reader can actually have a happy life with corazon. Anyway new timeline starts where he does live and he comes back 14 yrs later with strawhat and law to rescue reader and take down doffy? Sorry if it’s much you can change whatever you want with in it I just want a Cora lives au (I’m a sucker for those!) much thanks!!!

Timeless Devotion

donquixote rosinante/corazon × reader

you're trapped under doflamingo’s control with your little sister’s life on the line, but you won’t let it stop you from saving corazon and change the future, your future.

a/n: omg I love this idea so much akswk thank you for the request eheh I need more corazon requests please

words count: 3.5k

tags: corazon lives au, doflamingo annoying as always (I hate him sm sorry)

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The night air is thick with gunpowder. Rain falls in thin sheets, mixing with the blood soaking Corazon’s coat. He lies on the cold ground, barely breathing.

You’ve seen this before. Lived it before. And this time, you refuse to let him die.

You drop to your knees, pressing a hand against his wound. His chest barely rises.

“Corazon,” you whisper, voice shaking “Stay with me.”

His eyes flutter open, hazy with pain. The second they land on you, they widen.

“…You?” His voice is weak, but the shock is clear “You—shouldn’t be—”

“I know,” you say quickly “But I’m here now. And I’m not letting you die again.”

He tries to push you away, but there’s no strength left in his movements “Law—”

“He got away,” you say, hands shaking as you press harder on the wound “thanks to you. But you don’t have to die for it.”

His breath shudders “That’s… how this ends.”

“Not this time.”

You press your palm against his chest, and the world bends. Time folds in on itself, distorting, twisting.

And then you hit the ground hard, Corazon’s limp body in your arms. The scent of antiseptic floods your senses.

“That was reckless.”

You look up. Vice Admiral Tsuru stands above you, arms crossed.

But you don’t care. You turn back to Corazon, your fingers trembling as you touch his face. His breathing is still wea but at least it’s still there.

He’s alive.

And this time, he’s going to stay that way.

You look at him one last time and then you turn to leave. Admiral Tsuru is kinda surprised by it “Where are you going now”

“I have to go back, I can’t stay here”

“Is this your choice?” she asks you in a very serious tone.

“It is. Just... please save him” you say and take your leave.

The ground shakes. The palace trembles with the force of an explosion. The screams of Doflamingo’s men echo in the distance.

It’s happening.

You stand in Doflamingo’s throne room, hands clenched at your sides. Your heart pounds in your chest. You’ve waited for this day.

And now that it’s here you don’t know what to do.

Doflamingo leans against his seat, watching the chaos outside with a lazy smirk “Took them long enough.”

You don’t respond. You can’t.

Because you can feel them. Him. They’re here.

The door slams open, and Corazon walks in.

Your breath catches in your throat.

He’s taller than you remember. Older. His hair is longer, golden eyes sharper than they used to be. He’s wearing that same ridiculous feathered coat, but... he’s here. Alive.

His gaze locks onto you, and for a moment, the rest of the world fades.

“You took your time” you say, actually shocking yourself for even speaking.

A slow grin tugs at his lips “You know me.”

Doflamingo laughs from his throne “Oh, this is rich.”

He tilts his head toward you “So? What now, Y/N? Are you going to betray me?”

You stiffen. Corazon extends a hand to you “Come with us.”

You swallow hard.

You want to. But your sister...

“I can’t” you whisper.

Corazon’s face twists.

Law steps forward, eyes burning with fury “Stop being an idiot.”

You glare at him “You don’t understand”

“Then make me understand... please y/n” Corazon says, voice low.

You bite your lip. Your hands shake.

Doflamingo hums “Oh, come on. This is fun. Why don’t we make things even more interesting?” His strings glint in the light “How about I just kill her right now?”

Your breath stops.

And then a fist slams into Doflamingo’s face.

You barely have time to register what’s happening before the ceiling caves in. The entire room collapses as Luffy comes crashing through it, sending Doflamingo flying.

Dust fills the air.

Your mind spins.

And then Corazon grabs your wrist.

“We’re getting your sister,” he says “Then we’re getting out.”

Your breath is shallow. Your mind spins.

“Do you really think she wants to leave?” Doflamingo says while getting up, furious about what just happened.

Corazon looks at you. The golden warmth of his eyes flickers with hope, but you don’t move because for fourteen years, you haven’t left.

For fourteen years, you’ve played your role at Doflamingo’s side, keeping your sister safe at the cost of your own freedom.

And for fourteen years, you have lived with the weight of your own cowardice.

Doflamingo smirks, watching your hesitation. He already knows your answer “That’s what I thought.”

Corazon tenses beside you. His body shifts like he wants to grab you and run.

But before he can move a blur of threads shoots toward you.

No—!

You barely have time to react before Doflamingo’s strings wrap around your throat and arms, yanking you backward. Your body slams to the ground, breath choking out of you.

Corazon lunges for you, but another string shoots out, slicing the air between you. He freezes.

“Ah-ah, Roci,” Doflamingo taunts, tightening his hold “You left her once already. What makes you think you get to take her now?”

The doors to the throne room burst open “Doffy!”

Luffy’s voice echoes through the palace as he crashes into the room, rubble flying in his wake. Law follows right behind, sword drawn, his expression dark with fury.

Doflamingo’s grip on you tightens “Well, well,” he muses “finally”

Luffy glares “Let her go.”

Doflamingo laughs, yanking you to your feet with his threads. His strings cut into your skin, but the real pain comes from the mocking amusement in his voice.

“Why should I? She’s been with me for fourteen years. Do you really think she wants to go with you?”

Law takes a slow step forward “She’s not yours.”

His voice is low, dangerous.

Doflamingo’s smirk widens “Oh? But she’s been mine for so long.”

He leans in, his breath hot against your ear “Haven’t you, darling?”

You flinch.

Corazon snaps.

He moves so fast you barely see him, before a fist slams into Doflamingo’s jaw, sending him staggering backward. The strings around your throat snap loose, and you gasp for air.

Corazon doesn’t let you fall. His hands are on you in an instant, steadying you, his touch warm and grounding.

“Are you okay?” he breathes.

You look up at him, at the raw fury in his golden eyes, fury not just for Doflamingo, but for himself. For not being there for you.

And suddenly, you know you want to leave, you need to leave.

You reach for his hand, but Doflamingo’s laughter stops you cold.

“Hah… Look at you.” He wipes blood from his mouth, still smirking “You really think you can just walk away?”

Corazon stiffens.

Doflamingo spreads his arms, looking past you at the crowd gathering in the destroyed palace, his top officers, his remaining family. He wants them to see this.

“Fourteen years, Y/N.” His voice drips with amusement “Fourteen years, and now you’re running off with your little secret lover? Hah! Maybe I should’ve killed you both back then.”

You feel their eyes on you. Trebol’s slimy grin. Pica’s unnerving gaze. Diamante’s smirk.

They all knew.

Of course they did.

You weren’t as subtle as you thought.

“Oh—You really thought we didn’t know about your secret love affair and the way you treated him too?” He adds pointing at Law.

Your face burns with shame, but them Corazon steps forward and laughs.

Not the clumsy, carefree laugh you remember from years ago.

This one is sharp. Bitter. And when he speaks, his voice is colder than you’ve ever heard it.

“Yeah,” he says “You should have killed me back then.”

He grins, baring his teeth “Because now, I’m taking her from you.”

Doflamingo’s smirk falters.

Luffy cracks his knuckles “Leave him to us,” he says, stepping forward “We’ll take care of this guy.”

Law nods, his sword gleaming “Go. Now.”

You hesitate, but Corazon takes your hand. His grip is warm. Steady. And you run.

Doflamingo tries to stop you again but Luffy doesn’t let him reach you in time.

Doflamingo’s roar of fury echoes behind you.

But for the first time in fourteen years, you’re free.

Your feet pound against the marble floors of the palace. Corazon’s grip on your wrist is tight, like he’s afraid to let go.

The halls shake with every explosion outside. Luffy and Law’s battle against Doflamingo rages, shockwaves tearing through the walls, sending rubble crashing around you.

You don’t stop running.

You can’t, not until you reach her.

“Where is she?” Corazon shouts over the chaos.

You grit your teeth “Underground. If Doflamingo thinks I’m running, he’ll make sure she doesn’t leave this island alive.”

Corazon’s eyes harden. He knows what that means. He already lost his own brother to this place. He won’t let you lose your sister, too.

“We’ll get to her,” he says “We have to move now.”

The underground tunnels are darker than you remember.

Your footsteps echo as you race down the stone corridor, Corazon at your side. The air is damp, thick with the scent of seawater and iron.

Your sister is down here. She has to be.

Corazon squeezes your hand “How much farther?”

“Not far,” you pant “Doflamingo built a bunker beneath the palace... his vault for things he wanted to keep hidden.”

His expression darkens. He already knows what that means.

You were never just a member of the Family. You were a possession. And your sister was control.

You push forward. You won’t let him win. Not again.

Then the air shifts.

Corazon moves instantly, shoving you behind him as a blade slices through the darkness—

CLANG!

You freeze.

The person blocking your path... Baby 5.

She lands gracefully, heels clicking against the stone. Her cigarette dangles from her lips, the ember glowing red in the dim light “You’re really leaving” she says, exhaling smoke.

Your throat tightens.

You and Baby 5 had never been close. Not really.

But you were both raised under Doflamingo’s thumb. Both played the roles he forced upon you. And now, she’s standing in your way.

“I have to” you say, voice steady.

Baby 5 studies you for a moment, then smiles “I figured.”

She moves.

Corazon barely blocks the second strike. You lunge forward, drawing your own weapon, but—

“Wait!”

A third figure lands between you, his arms outstretched.

“Enough!”

Your breath catches.

Sai.

He lands between Baby 5 and Corazon, his massive guandao held firmly in one hand. His expression is torn, like he knows this is a fight none of you want.

“Baby 5,” Sai says firmly “Let them go.”

Baby 5 narrows her eyes “I have my orders.”

Sai steps closer “And who gave them to you? Doflamingo?” He shakes his head “You don’t owe him anything.”

Baby 5’s fingers twitch.

You step forward “You’re free, Baby 5,” you say quietly “You don’t have to do this.”

For a moment, she hesitates, but then she sighs, flicking her cigarette to the ground “Tch. You’re lucky I’m getting married.”

She turns away.

You're confused but Corazon doesn’t wait. He grabs your wrist and runs.

As you disappear down the tunnel, you hear Sai’s voice behind you “Go! We’ll handle things here!”

You don’t look back.

You just run.

And for the first time in fourteen years you see light at the end of the tunnel.

The door to the underground vault creaks open with a faint groan.

Corazon pushes it wide, his gun still drawn, but his eyes flicker nervously. You’re both running on adrenaline, your hearts pounding in sync as you step into the dimly lit room.

There, sitting against the wall, is your sister. Her eyes widen when she sees you, tears welling up in her gaze as she jumps to her feet.

“Y/N!”

You rush toward her, pulling her into your arms, unable to stop the flood of emotion that rises in your chest.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, holding her tight “I’m so sorry.”

She shakes her head, her voice breaking “You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

You close your eyes, squeezing her tighter, breathing in her familiar scent. Your heart feels lighter, but the weight of the past still presses heavily on you.

Corazon stands silently by the door, his face unreadable. He’s watching you both, a mixture of worry and confusion in his eyes.

After a long, quiet moment, you pull away from your sister and stand up. You take a deep breath, looking at Corazon “We need to get out of here.”

But as you turn to leave, you hesitate.

You’ve made your decision. It’s the only thing you can do to make up for the sins you’ve committed.

Your eyes meet Corazon’s, and you know what you have to say. You know what he needs to hear.

“You need to take her,” you say quietly, but the words feel like they’re strangling you “You and my sister, you need to leave. Get as far away from here as possible.”

Corazon stares at you, his brow furrowing in confusion “What do you mean?”

“You need to protect her.” You swallow hard, forcing the words out “I know you will. And you... you deserve to be happy. You can take her away from all of this, and you can live the life you deserve.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just staring at you, his eyes full of disbelief.

You turn away, closing your eyes “I’m no good for either of you. I’ve done too many terrible things, Corazon. I… I don’t deserve to live that life. I can’t just leave everything behind after all I’ve done.” You clutch your chest, fighting back tears “I don’t deserve to be happy. Not anymore.”

Your sister looks between the two of you, sensing the tension in the air, but it’s Corazon who speaks next.

“You’re wrong.”

His voice is quiet, firm. It cuts through the air like a blade, and you freeze.

“You don’t get to decide that,” he continues. His gaze locks onto yours, his voice thick with something you can’t quite read “I don’t care what you think you’ve done, Y/N. I don’t care about the past.”

You shake your head “You don’t understand. The things I had to do—”

“I know exactly what you had to do.” He steps closer, his hand reaching out, his touch gentle but insistent “I know what it means to be trapped by Doflamingo. I know what it means to do things you never wanted to do, to make choices you hate just to survive.”

You flinch at his words, the truth of them cutting deeper than you expect.

Corazon moves in closer, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that’s threatening to spill “I’ve been there, Y/N,” he says softly “I’ve been where you are. But you don’t have to carry that burden anymore. Not alone.”

Your chest tightens “But—Corazon, I—”

“No.” His voice is more forceful this time “You don’t get to decide you’re not worthy of a second chance. I know you’ve done terrible things. But so have I. And yet I’m standing here, and I’m still alive. Because of you. You gave me a second chance to live, so why can't you give yourself a second chance too?”

Your breath catches, and you feel the weight of the years you’ve spent apart flooding back. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, your gaze dropping to the floor.

“I couldn’t save you before. But I’m not going to let you walk away now.” His voice softens, the edge of pain lingering beneath his words “I love you, Y/N. I always have. I always will. And I’m not leaving you behind. Not again.”

You gasp, your hand trembling as you reach for him. His words hit you like a tidal wave, and you can’t breathe through the emotions crashing over you.

He pulls you into him, his arms wrapping around you like a lifeline. You close your eyes, burying your face in his chest, letting his warmth and steadiness fill the empty spaces inside you.

“I’m not going anywhere without you,” he whispers “We’re in this together. Always.”

You tremble in his arms, the weight of the world lifting slightly with his promise.

You can’t shake the feeling that you’re tainted by the years of bloodshed, that you’ll never truly be good enough for him.

"Y/N please..." your sister says between her sobs "don't leave me."

“I keep hurting all of you...” you whisper, your voice muffled against his chest.

Corazon pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes piercing through your insecurities “That’s not true”

His hand gently cups your face, lifting your chin so you meet his eyes “Your sister loves you. You’re not alone. Not anymore. And you will get that happiness. I won’t let you give up on it.”

A choked sob escapes you. His love, his unwavering belief in you, it’s everything you’ve wanted. And yet, the guilt weighs heavily.

Corazon smiles gently, hugging you while your sister runs into the hug too “Let me love you, Y/N. Let me prove to you that we deserve this... deserve a future together.”

Tears spill from your eyes, but this time they’re not tears of sorrow.

You take a shaky breath, nodding slowly, lowering yourself to clean the tears off your sister's face.

“I’ll try,” you whisper “For you both… I’ll try.”

And for the first time in fourteen years, you allow yourself to believe it.

The battle is over.

The streets of Dressrosa are littered with the aftermath of war. The palace has crumbled, Doflamingo is defeated, and the dawn rises over a free kingdom.

You stand, watching the sun slowly rise over the ruined city. The golden light washes over the streets, and for the first time in fourteen years, you breathe.

Footsteps approach behind you. Warm hands wrap around your waist, pulling you back against a familiar chest.

Corazon.

You close your eyes as he buries his face in your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin “It’s over” he murmurs.

You nod “It doesn’t feel real.”

He tightens his hold on you, as if grounding you in this reality “It is.”

A breeze rustles through the air, and for the first time, the wind doesn’t carry the weight of fear.

For the first time, you feel safe.

Anyway, later that night you find out the Straw Hats don’t do quiet celebrations.

Music fills the air, food and drinks are being passed around, and the night sky is alive with laughter.

You sit at the edge of the party, tucked against Corazon’s side, half-hidden in the shadows of the lantern light.

Not that it keeps you from being noticed.

“Oi, oi! Look at them!” Franky smirks, pointing in your direction “They’re all cuddled up like newlyweds.”

You flush, but Corazon only hums in amusement, resting his chin on your head.

Sanji exhales a dramatic puff of smoke “A beauty like Y/N deserves better than an ex-Marine with a death wish.”

Before Corazon can respond, you smirk “And I suppose I should go for a chain-smoking womanizer instead?”

The table erupts into laughter as Sanji chokes on his cigarette.

Across from you, Robin chuckles behind her wine glass “It is rather sweet. After all these years, love still finds a way.”

Nami grins “I do love a good tragic romance turned happy ending.”

You roll your eyes, but before you can retort you catch movement at the edge of the group.

Law is sitting nearby, sipping from his cup, trying very hard to look unbothered.

But you see it... the small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The way his eyes soften just a little as he glances at you and Corazon.

Your heart clenches.

Fourteen years ago, he watched Corazon die.

Tonight, he gets to watch him live, and it means everything.

You catch his gaze and smile knowingly.

Law scowls, looking away “Don’t look at me like that.”

You grin “Like what?”

“Like I’m about to start crying.”

You laugh, shaking your head “I wouldn’t dare.”

Corazon watches the exchange with a small, knowing smile. He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel the gratitude in his presence.

Tonight is proof of something impossible.

The past doesn’t have to define you.

And love, no matter how broken, can still find its way home.

As party winds down, and you find yourself in a quiet corner of the castle ruins, lying beneath the stars with Corazon.

His coat is draped over you both, his warmth keeping you grounded. His fingers lazily trace patterns along your back.

“Do you regret it?” you ask softly “Coming back for me?”

He exhales a quiet laugh “I regret not getting to you sooner.”

You press your forehead against his chest, letting his heartbeat lull you into comfort “We made it” you whisper.

His arms tighten around you “We did.”

The future is uncertain. But as long as he’s here you’re not afraid anymore.

For the first time in forever, you allow yourself to believe in tomorrow.

And for the first time in forever you allow yourself to be happy.

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thinking once again about the weird anti-climatic ending to the mystery of ruby's mother, and while it Is possible and probable that rtd will just leave it there bc he Loves a disappointing finale lmao, I've been thinking about different ways it could go/have gone and like....as much as I didn't want it before, I really have talked myself into believing clara as ruby's mother makes the most sense lol. not even just because they look so much alike, narratively it would WORK.

clara LIVES UP to the impossible girl title well after her final breath. she only meets the doctor because she jumps into his timestream -> she stops him from dying at trenzalore meaning there's no timestream for her to jump into -> but that would mean she never met the doctor thus he would have died at trenzalore -> she's forever living in the space between her final heartbeat -> the doctor can't remember her but can remember exactly where she's supposed to be -> she is constantly everywhere and nowhere all at once. clara is just a bunch of paradoxes shoved into a tiny body with big brown eyes.

ask yourself which makes more sense: the god of death getting obsessed with a random teenager who's face he just happened to not catch, or getting obsessed with the IMPOSSIBLE GIRL WHO CHEATED DEATH!!

it would make sense why the doctor's memory of the encounter with ruby's mother keeps changing- the memory wipe is still messing with him. I know I know he saw a vision of clara before he regenerated into 13, but it doesn't make any sense that a memory wipe like that would wear off. MAYBE, maybe, it's weakened a little over the years, and he can recognize clara when she's right in front of him, but the memory won't hold in his mind. sorta like the silence I guess?? it'd be interesting! explains why he was crying when he saw ruby's mother but couldn't remember her face or what she was doing past that.

ruby's weird snow powers are tied directly to memories- and memories are the HEART of the doctor and clara's run. literally she spent millions of lifetimes begging him to remember her, only for his memories of her to get erased. guys I literally don't even ship them like we established they're too insane to be together but that is SO fucked up they are SO deeply deeply intertwined it makes me craaazzzy. he survived 5 billion years of torture on her memory alone. everything he knows about her now is because he pieced together the holes she left behind. I'm gonna PUKE. ruby's powers turn up whenever she remembers something so you could absolutely tie that together if need be. why snow? idk man something something the great intelligence was still using sentient snow when clara jumped into the doctor's timeline with it. I'm not the showrunner I don't need to come up with that part. but it is DOABLE as a storyline.

imagine you're sutek the god of death and there's already this weird bitch who has cheated you and become functionally immortal and then she GIVES BIRTH AFTER DYING!!! you'd be going insane and yes you'd be obsessing over the impossible girl 2.0. hell, we can keep the 'he didn't see the mother's face' bit, but he would absolutely be able to sense a woman that has died millions of times over and is somehow alive without a beating heart. it would make his interest in ruby understandable.

how'd clara get pregnant? she was on a self-destructive run after danny's death, her and 12 were already capable of making holding hands erotic, and I can absolutely see a scenario where they sleep together and then clara, still trying to ruin her life, plays it off like a casual thing while 12 cries inside as he drives her to another booty call with jane austen, knowing damn well he'd do it all over again and keep letting her hurt him.

how'd she carrying a pregnancy after dying? fanon has been made canon before. you read any timebaby fic and they all come to the conclusion that time lord fetuses are like indestructible because of so much regeneration energy. I know I know we love the looms but "witches cursed gallifrey with sterility" is extremely stupid<3 besides her womb isn't gallifreyan so maybe it doesn't even matter in that case lmao.

why'd she abandon the baby? maybe she reasonably was like 'hey all of space and time at your fingertips is probably not a great environment for a child to grow up in'. she's dead and mentally ill and spends all her time running head first into explosions. also maybe lady me talked to her about her pain from losing and forgetting her children. she can't give the baby to the doctor, because 1) they can't see each other they made a pact 2) he has the exact same life style as her which, again, time machines aren't exactly baby proof. so she asks her tardis to take her somewhere the baby will be safe, it takes her to a church, which are considered safe haven's to surrender babies no questions asked. but then, also, it takes her to the doctor anyway- and of course the doctor would keep the baby safe.

why'd ruby register as human when the doctor scanned her? clara has a tardis, so she has a chameleon arc. why did ruby's mother not have dna in the system in the 2040s? because her mother died in 2015. why does ruby have to be the doctor's daughter? I guess she doesn't HAVE to be, but "boom" and "the devil's chord" were like...pretty damning for me lmao. also, I'm pro Let Him Be A Dad Again, also imagine the angst potential if he realizes he abandoned his daughter bc he couldn't project his trauma onto her anymore.

where does louise come into play? (wait also louise is jenna coleman's middle name that she stopped using professionally during her doctor who run lol). well it's clear mrs. flood is a god of stories or something along those lines. maybe she just...made louise up for the story. maybe she wanted ruby out of the tardis. maybe she didn't like the idea of bringing an old companion back. maybe she doesn't want the doctor to get his 'happy ending' and that includes keeping his child away from him. FUNNIEST option would be if they go the 'stuck in a tv show' route and she's just like "oh well there was scheduling conflicts with clara's actress so I just decided to nix that storyline :/" and the doctor is like please what the FUCK are you talking about lmfao

this is getting too long so I'm gonna stop but...it WOULD work and I like this better than what we have so far. rtd dude please come on.

[dollishmehrayan]

# “LIFE IS WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU WHEN YOUR BUSY MAKING OTHER PLANS.” ── .✦ ( just a Drabble of how Jason babysits lian Harper because dc isn’t answering my dms to release smth like this )

a/n: this is lowkey inspired from my TikTok fyp && I thought why not make this after being gone (like Roy ) but I’m here and that matters for now ig but here is some uncle jay content before I get chased off this app once again /hj but I lovee these tropes and we need MORE. Also I based that lian Harper in this is about 7 yrs old so sorry if I fucked up the timeline 😓 Tags: (uncle!jay x lian Harper)

© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )

UNLIKELY BABYSITTER ── .✦

(Okay so Idk whether to base this off when Roy died or wtv so i think I’m gonna say wherever) When Roy had to go to whenever the fuck he went, Jason didn't expect to be left with Lian. But, given the circumstances, he found himself the reluctant babysitter.

It was awkward at first, both of them not knowing what to do with each other. Lian, full of energy, bounced around with her little, eager questions, and Jason, usually gruff and unbothered, had no idea how to talk to a seven-year-old. But, after a few days, it became a routine. He'd take her out on low-key patrols

keep her entertained with action figures, or get distracted with her never-ending curiosity about why the Batmobile was always clean or how many bad guys Batman had taken down. She’d ask him if he ever got hurt during patrols, and he’d be quick to shrug it off with a gruff "I'm bulletproof." Which, in a way, was true, but he'd leave out the parts where he still felt pain.

JASON LYING ABOUT ROY’S WHEREABOUTS ── .✦

Every now and then, Lian would ask where her dad was. Jason had learned quickly that he couldn’t tell her the truth because no way in hell he would say that Roy was either in rehab or MIA. So, he became a master of gentle lies. "Your dad's off being a hero," he'd say with a wink, trying to avoid any further probing.

He’d even make up silly, grandiose adventures: “I think he’s saving the world, but he’ll come back when he’s done being the most awesome archer on the planet.” Lian would nod in serious understanding, never questioning her Uncle Jason. To her, Roy was always out there being her hero, just like her dad told her. Jason kept that illusion intact, because no seven-year-old should have to worry about things they couldn’t fully understand.

GENTLE PARTS ── .✦

When Jason had to settle into being around Lian, he realized that her energy could cut through his walls. He started catching himself with small gestures brushing her hair out of her face when it got messy or tucking her into bed on those nights when she insisted she was scared of the dark. Jason, who usually kept to himself, found that he liked having her around.

He'd start to soften in her presence, especially when she asked questions about his life as Robin because Roy couldn’t keep his mouth shut, and he couldn’t help but soften his voice when he told her stories some he exaggerated for fun and others that were true but came with some parts that were fake and censored.

SEEING HIMSELF IN HER ── .✦

Even at just seven years old, Lian’s fiery spirit reminded him of the younger version of himself a little too reckless, a little too stubborn but he was glad that she seemed to be brighter with energy and didn’t have to go through the same hardships. Jason, having gone through too much for one lifetime, couldn’t help but feel a deep need to protect her.

Whether it was keeping a watchful eye when she ran around with a slingshot or taking her to Alfred for medical patches when she scraped her knee during a failed attempt at imitating her father’s archery skills, Jason would never let anything bad happen to her if he could help it. Every time she looked up at him with those big, trusting eyes, he felt the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders, but in a strangely fulfilling way.

FUN AND MISCHIEF ── .✦

Jason may have been rough around the edges, but he knew how to entertain a child. After dinner, he’d take her out to the Batcave to show her gadgets, even let her play with some of the “toys,” making sure she didn’t break anything important. She loved exploring the safe house jason owned and asking him endless questions about his bikes and guns even though he definitely hid the more violent ones away.

Sometimes, when Roy was unreachable, he’d make up stories about their ‘missions’ together how they had to fight a gang of supervillains or how they went on a secret mission to find the Batcave’s best snack stash even though it hurt him inside to even think about Roy.

Lian would giggle, rolling her eyes at Jason’s outlandish claims, but they both enjoyed it. He’d always promise to let her in on the next "real mission" and tease her about how she’d be the world’s greatest archer one day. She'd always beam back at him, so proud.

JASONS TENDER SIDE ── .✦

In the quiet moments, when Lian would curl up on the couch with a blanket, Jason would find himself sitting beside her, still, looking out for her. He'd never admit it, but he loved how peaceful those moments were, just the two of them. If she asked about her dad again, Jason’s words were always gentle, his hand rubbing her back in soothing circles. “Your dad’s tough, you know? He’s probably out there saving people right now, but when he comes home, he’s gonna spoil you so much, you won’t even know what hit you.”

Jason kept his words soft, not wanting her to feel too much hurt. Deep down, he hated lying to her, but in a twisted way, it was easier to protect her with lies than with the hard truth.

THE LITTLE THINGS ── .✦

Every so often, Jason would find himself unwinding with Lian watching a cartoon together, or if she was feeling more adventurous, they’d go out for ice cream after a long day. Jason would insist she pick out the weirdest flavor, and Lian would always go for something outrageous like mint chocolate chip with sprinkles or rainbow sherbet.

She’d make him try it too (she once made him try a bubblegum mix and he swore he had a stomach ache for dayss😭) and though he’d grimace, he’d always end up smiling at her enthusiasm. The day would end with her telling him everything she learned that day, and Jason, despite his own pain, would laugh, feeling like maybe he was doing something right for once.

THE UNSPOKEN BOND ── .✦

They didn’t say it out loud, but Jason took pride in being there for Lian. He couldn’t replace Roy, and he didn’t want to, but he’d be damned if anything happened to Lian while he was around. Sometimes, as Lian drifted to sleep, Jason would glance over at her, making sure she was okay.

And in those moments, he’d make silent promises to protect her, to keep lying about her father’s whereabouts until he could safely come home, and to be the kind of person who would never let her down even if the world seemed to keep knocking him down because even when his world was crumbling, he would make sure hers was always peaceful and perfect.

[ct-multifandom]

El Toro de Piedra reactions

Papacorn more like plateofcorn. I’ve been telling you guys the Ivan lore is gonna go crazy

So is El Toro a real supervillain with super-strength powers or is he just like, some guy wearing a costume? In a world where Luka has magic empath abilities and the ice cream man has divine matchmaking powers I guess it’s not unheard of.

It’s nice to see there are actual criminals in Paris other than Hawkmoth though because before this point it was like “where are the cartoon bank robbers?”

Ok I NEED to know what’s up with Ivan’s mom. “Strong like me and intelligent like your mother” is she also a career criminal? Raul was in jail and Ivan canonically has a younger sister so I’m guessing they live with the mom? Either way his family lore isn’t complete yet

Totally unrelated to anything (the intro reminded me) but I noticed Argos’s eyes look normal in his render but in Revelator they were all purple like in s5. Is he slowly gonna start looking more human over the course of his development?

Gabriel had Adrien wearing that fuckass outfit from birth no wonder he doesn’t know how to dress himself

I like how we’re slowly building a timeline of when exactly Gabriel went insane, like in that plushy that was probably still the Gabi Harry Clown remembered. Somewhere between this and beginning his archeological adventures something happened to him

“You’re gonna know all the secrets of my childhood” [from reading the baby photo album] oh dramatic irony 🦚

Why do I like Luka’s Brazil design more than his default outfit

Ah Marinette you almost walked in on Nathalie’s deeply plot significant evil zoom call. She snapped her laptop shut so fast you’d think she was watching something else

Who thought Luka participating in a concert over FaceTime was a good idea. What kind of utopian sound quality and internet speed do they have in this world? Idk connection is still unreliable tho ig

What’s with him traveling btw because he was clearly back in the Revelator flashback. Do they just teleport him in when they need Viperion or is he traveling back and forth now? Is he gonna come home permanently later?

The conspiracy theorist in me wants to say Gabriel didn’t write that letter and it was planted by the organization but I doubt it. It’s suspicious though. Like when did he write this and what did he think was gonna happen after he died? What if poofing this letter into existence was part of his wish and he had to sacrifice a single sheet of blank printer paper in order to make it happen? Pretty good deal

Ladybug and that STUPID IDIOT chat noir

Ah Ivan’s breakdown censoring the sentimonster stuff just in time of course

I like the way they animated his hand shaking when he dropped the drumstick

So this is a regular thing and he refuses to talk to Mylene about it :(

Mylene literally has one of the best dads in this whole show so maybe Ivan is comparing Raul to Fred and that’s why he feels so weird for having a problematic father

The version of Lila (I assume) stalking Ivan is dressed in traditionally masculine clothes. Maybe she has cross-dress disguises as well.

It’s actually kind of insidious how Nathalie is pushing Marinette into being responsible for hiding things from Adrien. All this crazy shit went down with your villainous boss and somehow the blame for covering it up is going to end up on his son’s high school girlfriend (???)

And *she’s* the one really gunning to sweep it under the rug because if the truth gets out it will primarily have negative consequences for her. I’m not sure how much I believe hiding this is really “for Adrien”

What, you guys don’t know about the secret compartments in the Louvre bathrooms?

Oh hi Alim

Why is it always the Mona Lisa, why do they never go after a less well-guarded painting. Also that room is the French painting gallery and the Mona Lisa isn’t French and is displayed in other parts of the museum… lol I know they only have one gallery modeled and re-use it for everything but still

Ivan’s phone background is the Kitty Section logo

The letter,,, so this is what he was learning in poetry class

Was Raul gonna karate chop the letter in half wtf

I wonder where he’s from, like he’s a Spanish speaker but what country?

Did they ever confirm Ms Bustier was the French teacher before this? I kind of assumed she was but I don’t remember them explicitly saying it and it was more like each class had a main home room teacher than every single class being with different teachers

Nathaniel turn your head more i want to see your miraculous. I think it’s curved? Like it’s a thin and flat silver hair clip but it has a sickle shape that curves around the bunch of hair

Does he have freckles now? Also now we can tell that him having creases under his eyes is just part of what he looks like and not his character model being weird

Zoe what are you doing here you were never even in her class

Sabrina is once again standing directly between Zoe and Max in a group shot. This is maybe the fourth time this season. Incredibly suspicious what is going on here

Yay Mr Montalain looks like he’s in the same art style as everyone else now! And he’s one of the only characters who didn’t have their eyebrows utterly waxed in the redesign. If there’s anything that I have beef with in the redesigns it’s that no one’s allowed to have prominent or interesting eyebrows anymore.

Ondine brown hair animation error?

Even the patriotic People With Blue Eyes cocomelon baby is clapping

The girl with dark skin, a pink pixie cut, and sunglasses on her head is there. She was eating lunch with Adrien, Nino, and Sublime in ep 4 but we don’t know who she is yet

I just noticed Chris is in the crowd, baby why are you an unattended child at the tribute concert for the big kid schoolteacher

The dude in the background who looks like Milo from Atlantis with long curly hair seems like he’ll be one of the new teachers maybe

There’s also a guy who looks like he rides a penny farthing to work, he might also be a new teacher

Aw Ivan’s contact photo for Mylene is her leaning on him

Oh I guess the crime thing maybe is a family business? His grandma? I need the extended Ivan family lore where’s his family tree like those promotional graphics from a while ago

I’d say his dad is a toxic masculinity machismo guy, but him bringing up the grandma (and grandpa) feels like it’s “correcting” for that, like no he’s not patriarchal he was just raised in a hard ass crime family where everyone was like that regardless of gender

That re-contextualizes the Ivan little sister lore :( he probably doesn’t want her to have to deal with the stuff he did and end up like the rest of his family. He might be involved in raising her, too, if his parents are in and out of jail and that might be where his interest in childcare comes from

Off topic, I just finished watching a YouTuber play the game The Roottrees are Dead/Roottreemania which is a mystery puzzle game about piecing together a crazy family tree from nothing and I feel like I’m back in it. “You placed Ivan on the tree and found that Raul is his father. You found the line about his mom’s intelligence, allowing you to place Mrs. Bruel. You collected the clue about Raul being like his dad to fill in Ivan’s grandfather. The line about Ivan’s grandmother setting him straight allows you to add her to the tree. What you may have missed is that in one of the Germany-exclusive trading card game secret lore cards you can find information about Ivan’s younger sister, the last known piece of the tree.”

He looks at his dad like “god you’re pathetic” and then starts running and screaming

Manhole covers are really light in miraculous Paris

Oh so he was keeping the ox miraculous is his pocket. Last episode I thought it was an animation error. Or maybe against school dress code. But he just doesn’t fully accept it

Ivan you were given a free little magical girl animal companion to talk through your problems with and you just gave them away you aren’t utilizing your resources

I’m seeing the pattern here. In Penalteam they all rejected their miraculous for different reasons and now they’re doing it again but expanding on why each of them didn’t want it. Sabrina didn’t think she’d be a good choice because she used to be a bully, and Ivan was afraid of being aggressive because it turns out he doesn’t want to resemble his dad. I’m guessing Marc’s episode will be about overcoming impostor syndrome then, but I’m curious what Nathaniel’s deal is like wtf does “I’m not comfortable being on a team” mean.

Ok his dad being a supervillain is kind of out of nowhere and I do wish there was some sort of foreshadowing that this guy even exists but I gotta say they have been setting this up for a long time. To the point where fans did notice that Ivan probably has issues at home like a violent parent. I feel like the supervillain thing specifically was probably made up later on to make the topic less heavy

TRANSFORMATION the smoke exhale the hammer smash the kicking at the ground slay

My fav part is where he turns his back to the camera and flexes

“I’m not a real singer” lmao why are you the vocalist then what

Rose said star in English is that a thing in French? That the English word for star means rockstar or something because I thought the normal word for star meant that too

THEY 😲👉 THE. ONSCREEN THEY KISSED. After all these years holy moly omg THEY

It sort of pmo when people say “oh so they’re finally canon now” like where have you been. Why do they have to smooch on the lips in front of us for us to know that we already knew that. It’s like every season the show crosses the “oh they’re gay” threshold for more and more people by being more obvious

And when people complain that it was cowardly and not good enough, do you want to see tongue in this children’s cartoon? What more do you want (this is a rhetorical question btw guys don’t be in my replies and also gay marriage has only been legal in the us for ten years and is criminalized in many places let’s be fr). Ok salt over

Anyway they kissed, epic 👉 gay people

Adrien holding phone Luka like how Nathalie used to hold tablet Gabriel. Does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes

The song is lowkey quite good what

Maybe the most insane fight sequence in the entire show I might be gagged

I am my fathers daughter

Minotaurox tanking that hit to protect Chat Noir oh if there’s gonna be a “civil war” between him and Ladybug we know whose side Ivan will be taking

From the side profile his hood really does look like an ox’s neck that’s pretty cool

Guys they made Ivan so gorg in the redesign. Character designer 1: ok so I guess Ondine needs normal clothes we could start with that Chatacter designer 2, slamming open the door, gasping out of breath from running up the stairs, a pile of papers flying everywhere: we need to make Ivan cunty

He’s so tuff, equally if not more so than Pegasus I would say which is a pretty high bar

Ladybug’s lucky charm cowboy hat is so unserious girl read the room. this is what happens when the main character is the only bitch on the show with no daddy issues in The Daddy Issues Episode

The visuals in the ep are so artsy. You got Juleka’s chrome neon concert lights vs Ivan’s breaking bad sepia filter western

How did a letter turn into a whip?

They were technically right, Raul didn’t do anything illegal. Yet. What is this new chance program even supposed to do though because I don’t think it’s working

“Your dad was a hero” Adrien: :/

Ah this part :) evil shadow government cult thing. This is how Tomoe’s connected to everything. Are they as an organization The Supreme?

Now that Gabriel’s dead is someone else taking over as The Diamond? They were the second to last one to log off and Nathalie didn’t move so is someone else behind that name now

Maybe Lila… like Kagami said she isn’t special enough to be a diamond so maybe she took that personally and decided to prove her wrong by filling that role ?? ?

Nathalie’s dad is wheat man nooo Marinette’s wheat-based dad is so much better. I wonder if she was raised to be some kind of fucked up secret agent child soldier from a young age and that’s why she has crazy assassin skills. She doesn’t want to be involved in this bs but lacks the courage to face her father. If only she was there to hear about Ivan’s valuable life lesson and how Adrien regrets that he missed the chance to apply it. If only Nathalie still had the chance right ahaha

Gabriel probably wasn’t aware Nathalie was a plant? Or maybe he was and she was more like a conscripted bodyguard idk

The theatre mask icon reminds me of Lila, like obv her metaphorical masks but there have been screenshots circulating about the black and white split mask hanging in her bedroom and how in Climatiqueen, the lighting of the first lightning strike makes Aglae’s face look exactly like that mask. Creepy. Maybe she’s that dude’s daughter and she was also raised to be some spy like Nathalie was.

I’m kinda hoping Lila is being manipulated by the powerful elite adults at some level because that’s more interesting to me than “girlboss teenage girl outsmarts everyone on earth”. Maybe she thinks she’s in charge or on equal terms with the rest of them but they’re using her

I wonder if the Bourgeois are any of these or Bob Roth. I hope they’re mostly new characters. It feels cheap if they’re all established antagonists who aren’t particularly threatening and play silly roles. Tomoe is nothing like that, and also is an industry titan from a totally different country. It seems like these people are the leading elites in certain categories from all around the world. Could this eventually be a setup for more miraculous world specials? Surprise one of these people lives in Rio and one lives in Dakar, see you there.

I’m not analyzing each logo in detail because other people already did it better than I would’ve

Ok that’s enough, maybe see you guys next week for The Ruler or maybe not. I’ll decide if I want to talk about it or not. I committed to post about this one last time because I felt in my balls that it was gonna be fire and it was.

[rafayels-littlepearl]

So I don't know what I'm aiming with this post, and I'm saying this at the start that I know Rafayel would never hurt us.

But these lines are in the game. He is a siren. He planned his way through her life, imagine choosing to become a professor in someone's university just so that you can be close to them, observe them from afar. Is this stalking? I don't know. (And I dont care if it is, i love him)

Does MC know about it? Does MC know about he's scheming with people behind Ever? Does MC know he hires spies? Maybe even he is a spy? Does MC know, yet, that he killed people with his songs in this timeline? She doesn't even know he indeed killed someone with a painting because look at Rafayel! Oh he is so shy, babygirl, needy, clingy, funny; he can't even lift a paintbrush with a hand that a cat licked.

We are so fooled by these constant events and cute lovely stories that we forget his bonds and the main story.

It's his subtle smirks. It's the way he tilts his head to the side sometimes, looking at us. Or sometimes it's the way he doesn't show a single emotion at all.

This man knows his potential, he is aware of it to his very being.

He is luring anyone and anything into his trap with his beauty, art. MC noted several times that how he could easily act in front of people in crowds. And he gets what he wants everytime.

So forgive me for saying that, and I know Rafayel at the moment wouldn't do such thing because he accepted love, but the reason he approached her wasn't solely because "she kept making him wait on a shore every year." No he was trapped. Literally.

He WAS in for REVENGE.

Or is he STILL? As this ⬇️ is from his affinity 175.

We dont know what happened when they first met in this timeline, we only know how Rafayel implied and how he wants us to know.

He's not going to take our heart, he's not gonna leave us. But I suspect him being trapped in the past was because of us and a part of him blamed us for that. While having the bond. In Ebb and Flow he was testing her when he said "I can't even run away... do whataver you want to do to me." with those heavenly beautiful, pleading eyes. Even he was supposed to be weak, he still had the control over the situation.

Idk where I'm going with this post tbh, I dont even have theories for future. But I would've died to watch his transition from revenge to love in the main story too. In his mind, we belong to each other but in a literal sense. He has MC, and MC is his only. We have his heart, in every way. His love passes beyond lives and timelines, countries and civilizations.

I can only guess the future updates wont just bring fluff and cuteness to us. This Rafayel hasn't gone anywhere. It's still there and I have to say I LOVE HIM THIS WAY! It is literally why I fell for him. He is my siren after all, and I would gladly fall for his trap(i already did).

[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

As much as I hated the Lila/five pairing just on character stand points and the fact five and Lila would honestly never do that to Diego, like come on, but like if Ritu Arya was looking at me and laughing like she did in the like montage of them moving through the timelines and was trying to make the best of it by being excited about gumballs, I would end up falling in love with her just as fast as five did. Like we would all fold and fall in love with her in like .2 seconds. And don’t you even try to deny it, look at this beautiful woman and tell me you wouldn’t be heart eyes at her

Now my opinions on how they could have done their whole thing below:

Do I wish they had made it a ‘brother-sister companionship, as two people who truly get what the other has been through and are each others wobbly support system’ yes that would have been amazing, maybe give five a long term girlfriend in the 6 years, one who he’s having trouble connecting with because he’s been through 3 end of the worlds and 45 years alone and then the commission stuff. And in the 7 years Lila and five are trying to get home, they both connect with the other on how they feel about it all and five helps Lila understand Diego more by explaining why he is the way he is, and Lila helps five understand how to open up to his partner, and sure if you want them to kiss for whatever reason, make it like a

“Yeah that was weird right? I thought it was like a thing we had but yeah let’s never speak of this, and we do not tell Diego, I don’t need him trying to stab you” and then have a lil laugh session. And maybe five hides the notebook cause he kind of likes the life in the greenhouse but the fight is more

“I have children who need me! You have a girlfriend who loves you! We have to try.” And five being so tired of the running to save the world gets on the train, goes home but as they blink to the house five wants to go back to that peaceful world, of no running of safety in a bubble. The whole explanation of they were lost for 7 years happens, five maybe is still a bit of a dick because like emotions and things. We learn what’s happening with Ben and Jennifer.

The whole store fight happens

Maybe he takes his partner maybe he doesn’t but he ends up blinking back to the subway platform again and then we get the meeting with the other fives, we understand that the end has to be a full sacrifice of the siblings.

Five returns to the hotel, and everything continues, Lila and fives partner go to the subway, but both of them get off at the last minute. And five finds them and his partner who has been with the siblings this whole time or most of the time just shrugs cause five is what she wants and she doesn’t wanna be in a timeline unable to remember him, idk you can make something up but they all go back to the hotel, and the ending happens, but five holds his partners hand and she just smiles at him as they are erased from everything, and yeah would it be a little odd? Sure.

But it would be better then what they ended up doing which was five hurts his brother and dies feeling alone and used.

They could have had five and Lila end up romantic but turned it into something different. And they realize it’s not a thing they ever wanted really it’s more they were stuck together for so long emotions got a little hazy.

Give five someone, but don’t give him someone who is already someone else’s entire heart.

Diego and Lila have 3 kids together *4 if you count Stanley as a figurative son*

Five deserved his own person, like Luther deserved to have sloane, and Allison deserved to have Ray, Viktor deserved more time with sissy, and Klaus with Dave. You don’t have to pass one around to the others just because she’s still there. You can give us a new person for five. It’s not even the weirdest thing this show has ever done -Klaus having a cult cough cough-

They had a way to do this, and they just picked the worst timeline train to stop on.

[daenystheedreamer]

please tell us about alysannejonquil..... you've intrigued me

ok so. jonquil is utterly totally irrevocably devoted to alysanne. her very shadow. nothing is more important to jonquil than alysanne. alysanne is the maiden made flesh. alysanne is a true princess a true queen the most beautiful the most kind the most gentle.

alysanne loves jaehaerys with all her heart, he is her soul she is his heart. she also loves jonquil, as her truest friend. she's like her hand; an undeniable part of herself. alysanne could be bisexual if she knew that existed but truly has no thoughts on this matter.

jonquil knows she is a lesbian and can identify her sexuality. she is also a bastard daughter and a woman knight. she can never be a true daughter nor a true knight.

there relationship is one of meaningful touches, where it is thoughtless and whole-heartedly given by alysanne and obsessed over and greedily, starvingly kept by jonquil. an empathetic pat on the knee. braiding jonquil's hair so it's out of the way. tying the ribbons on alysanne's dress.

alysanne says oh you are my jonquil then i must be your florian. jonquil is gripping her sword white-knuckled. haha yes your grace of course your grace. jonquil thinks about alysanne the maiden in the pool the true jonquil.

alysanne is 15 when the attack at maidenpool happens and i like jonquil at 18 because it mirrors brienne and it means she did her mystery knight tourney at 16 like lyanna. they grow up together. jonquil is beside her for the births of all her children, from daenerys to gael.

jonquil sees the king and hates. and then she repents, because he is the king and if alysanne is the mother then he is the father made flesh. but he puts alysanne in that birthing bed and makes her bloody and still alysanne loves him still alysanne praises him for giving her children.

ok dramatic prose over it got too much. anyway i think jonquil is sort of a weird aunt figure in the lives of alysanne's kids. she's literally been there since birth. ill put her opinions on the kids below the cut. i think alyssa, saera and viserra specifically all catch on and identify exactly what jonquil's deal is and i do believe they each tease and harass her over this. alyssa in a fun and flirty way, saera in a pointed and cruel way, viserra in a simultaneously careless and egomaniac way.

jonquil being the one who physically restrains saera and forces her to watch jaehaerys behead her lovers. Layers. layers to this. saera is an insult to her mother a wicked wicked girl. jaehaerys IS the father IS the king. alysanne must be protected.

jonquil loves the order jonquil loves the system. she believes herself an aberrance and repents over this.

also i think jonquil would get jealous when gael becomes alysanne's bedmate. layers layers layers. she liked daenerys because daenerys died before she could become a disappointment.

i want jonquil surviving alysanne and sticking around at court. like barristan. a shadow once more. i want her to see alicent. i want her to see another faithful girl in the flower of her youth caring for jaehaerys and jaehaerys mistaking her for his daughters for saera. i want to see it. she has a stroke and dies at a sept lying at the foot of the maiden. or mother idk could be either.

i dont like alyquil ever consummate. i mean i can enjoy thinking about it but like in this timeline/au/interpretation of canon/fanon whatever i think its not unrequited its just unconsummated. jonquil knows alysanne could love her, does love her, doesnt understand sexuality, but she could never. but she wants to. and has to apologise to the gods about it.

DAENERYS - cute kid, dies young so jonquil never has to see her become a wicked sort of woman

AEMON + BAELON - she cant tell the difference between them. they are their father's sons. they will be her king one day. Layers.

ALYSSA - i like to think she taught alyssa some swordfighting since alyssa is mentioned as playing with wooden swords as a kid. jonquil has complex feelings on alyssa's early non-conforming gender stuff. i think alyssa genuinely likes jonquil but also likes teasing and flirting with her. unlike her mother alyssa can identify her bisexuality. when alyssa settles down (with her brother) and becomes a good wife (to her brother) jonquil is like. im not going to think about this more than i have to. she is a little disgusted and then feels disgusted for feeling disgusted because aly and jae are sister and brother and aly can do no wrong which means to feel disgusted is to make aly less of an ethereal angel. is broken up by alyssa's death, never wants to think about it ever again.

MAEGELLE - the other good daughter. chose the order chose the system. kind and gentle and sweet like alysanne. faithful and good.

VAEGON - just kind of weird. doesnt like fighting doesnt like fucking. does not entirely fit his assigned gender role, which jonquil should relate to but she's not ready for that cognitive dissonance.

DAELLA - the last of the good daughters. jonquil thinks she's a weakling but then repents for thinking that because women are supposed to be weaklings. sad for alysanne when she dies.

SAERA - the wicked evil WHORE of a daughter. a demon who is a stain on her angel of a mother. of course she turned to prostitution. saera for sure was sexually harassing jonquil cos she thought it was funny. definitely like "awww mummy isnt gonna fuck you but you can settle for me ;)" and jonquil is like. im going to fall on my own sword.

VISERRA - another disappointment daughter. im not sure if i want to go full jaehaerys-abused-his-daughters in this but like. idk your mileage may vary. but no matter what jonquil is still going to be a little misogyinst about it and judge her drinking judge her self destruction. jonquil may hate jaehaerys but if alysanne loves jaehaerys than jaehaerys can therefore do no wrong sort of thing.

GAEMON + VALERION - the kids themselves dont matter but the difficult labours that alysanne went through definitely affect jonquil. she gives the king the silent treatment for a while. curses him and then repents over it and doesnt feel guilty and has to repent again.

GAEL - good daughter, in a way, but jonquil has deep jealousy over how alysanne finds comfort in her. when gael gets doomed jonquil is, deep down, a little relieved and happy because alysanne finds comfort in jonquil once more. lots of praying over that one.

bonus

AEMMA ARRYN - she likes aemma because aemma is nice and gentle and kind (just like alysanne therefore good. a worthy inheritor of queenship) + born from one of the good daugthers

DAEMON - she looks at him and sees saera

RHAENICENT - her head explodes about this

[skvaderarts]

I just came up with the most cursed Season 1 Act 1 x Old Man Mage Viktor Jayvik fic idea to ever grace my messed up head. Hear me out...

I was standing in my shower today and this crap popped into my head and I was like "holy shit go write an outline RIGHT NOW" so I got out of the shower, dried off, ran naked to my bedroom because I forgot my clothes and was feeling too lazy to just take the towel back later, and wrote the idea down before it could run its course.

Hear me out:

What if Viktor died before he met Jayce somehow. Like, in a tragic totally unforeseeable accident of some sort. But everything that happens with Jayce is the same except he doesn't meet Viktor before his trial. That night, he still goes to his apartment to jump. But Mage Viktor senses this bullshit from the Torment Nexus (I heard this what we're calling it now, but either way, The Bad Timeline TM) and was like "Nope. This one's mine." And decides to show up. He has no plan besides "don't let this Jayce die" because he just doesn't deserve it. Like, he HAS NO VIKTOR. He never stood a chance. He has NO ONE to talk him down and Mage Viktor has nothing better to do atm so...

"Cottage by a stream with 4 kids Jayvik," except it's Mage Viktor and like 26-year-old Jayce so it looks suspect as hell. Friends with No benefits. Viktor better upgrade to the Hexspine TM. IDK maybe some kids. IDK how they would get those. Maybe Jayce meets kid Viktor in one of the timelines and then begs to bring him home after he sees him with his little boat like he's a stray cat or something IDK! You tell me!

Am I cooking or am I cooked 💀 should I write this or just go get some sleep for the first time since season two of this show came out. Hahaha as if that will ever happen I don't sleep anymore I just write Jayvik. FML...

[asherashedwings]

PICOS SCHOOL DESIGN DUMP

Pico

So, I decided that my previous designs for a lot of these characters are going to be more-so their designs during the events of the Pico’s School games. So when they were kids. Like, some will be a bit different, but for the most part, that’s how it is. So then these new designs are them as adults.

When trying to figure out Pico’s design, I didn’t know how I wanted his outfit in this new design to differ from his previous. Cuz like, that’s already the perfect Pico fit. But then I realized “omg, it’d be so much funnier if I DIDN’T change it.” Cuz he is definitely the type of mf to be wearing the same clothes he’s had since middle school.

Like, Cass or Nin come back for a rematch, and they both look super different, and then they look at Pico and he looks NO DIFFERENT than last time they saw him.

Darnell

I immediately broke my rule with the previous designs with Darnell, cuz I just really liked the previous design’s outfit and was like “eh, imma use that for his adult design, and just change the kid design.”

I imagine he got that varsity jacket like, custom made, and it was like super fuckin expensive. But like, when he got it, he decided “wait, I don’t want the sleeves” and just ripped them off 💀

Can’t have long sleeves when you’re always working with fire ig.

Nene

I think Nene is the one I’ve drawn in alt. outfits the most. What can I say, I just really like drawing her and messing around with her clothes. So I had a lot of previous pieces of mine I could look back on for reference.

The main change that isn’t outfit related is her hair. I just decided to dick around and see what looked good, and landed on that. I think it looks pretty good, idk.

Also, gave her a WWJD bracelet cuz sometimes I forget she’s Christian and I thought it was funny.

Reminded me of this one stupid idea I had, featuring my very headcanoned version of the G-Squad:

Like, the G-Squad are doing their whole cult thing, worshipping the Peniliens, when the Pico trio burst in, and Nene says something like “THERE IS ONLY ONE LORD AND SAVIOR, AND HIS NAME IS JESUS CHRIST.”

And then they kick their asses, idk.

Also, here, them as kids. Pico just got spikier as he got older

Okay, time for some antags 💥💥💥

Cassandra

She was actually the first redesign I made in this batch.

Main change: Beard. I just sorta wanted to make the Penilien duo more androgynous. I imagine that they don’t really care about transitioning that much, since they don’t have the same gender roles and stereotypes as humans. Just “I’m [insert gender here], that’s it.” Also, I just think Cass slayed with a beard.

I also wanted to incorporate shapes from their alien forms more into their human disguises. So I gave Cass these big sleeve things to sorta emulate the big bulky arms she has in her true form.

One of her pincers is also chipped. This comes from the fact that in Pico’s School, one of her horn-hair things is shorter than the other, and I wanted to find a way to incorporate that.

Damien

I don’t think there’s much to say here that I have already said while talking about Cassandra.

I imagine Damien does less to hide his alien features, since he has a huge superiority complex and thinks Peniliens are superior anyways, so like, why hide his true colors? Why hide what makes him greater than everyone around him?

So yeah, that’s why he keeps his tail out.

Nin

YIPPEE, HEAVYILY HEADCANONED CHARACTER TIME‼️‼️

So Nin differs with the whole “previous design is them as a kid” thing, cuz he doesn’t really age past his age in Pico’s School. Cuz bro dies.

(Also, quick HC timeline: Pico 1 and “Pico 2” (the conflict with the robo-kids) both take place in middle school, while what I call “Pico 3” (the conflict with the G-Squad) happens in high school. So that’s why Nin appears less child-like; he’s a high schooler)

So like, I hc that when Pico killed Nin, Nin pulled some necromancy bullshit and revived HIMSELF. Cuz idk, that feels like some bullshit Pico’s School would pull.

So now he’s undead. His hair also sorta resembles horns cuz it’s sorta to symbolize his devotion to the Peniliens. If y’all are interested in hearing all the HCs I have for the G-Squad (or just PS in general), I might share more at a later date.

That’s all for now tho.

Bonus:

My color palettes for these fuckers. They’re all named after the MSI songs I associate with each of them. I do not support MSI, I just really like the music and it reminds me of Pico’s School for some reason, so I always listen to a lot of it whenever I get sucked back into this fandom

[sapsuckers-and-stardust]

I think one reason I literally don’t care about unification is that the TOS characters’ timelines get so absolutely fucking stupid after the sixth film that to me none of it is real. And I also don’t care what the “official” version is.

Like shipping gay ships from the 60s has never been about the media company that owns the IP or the original actors or anyone “in charge” going “they’re gay” it’s about the community of artists and thinkers and fans who love them and build out the relationship in our collective minds, taking full ownership of a story that we care about and wrenching it from the hands of a media conglomerate that doesn’t give a fuck.

To ME, Kirk magically appearing to hold Spock’s hand while he dies is pretty meaningless when it means that the stupidity of generations is accepted as what actually happened (the film so dumb that Leonard Nimoy didn’t want anything to do with it, and which basically wrote kirk and Spock’s closeness out of existence because why would Spock be nowhere to be found under those circumstances??? After the whole death and resurrection plot line in the films you’re telling me these two would ever just like… go off on their own careers and not be together???)

Idk like Star Trek as a franchise is SO hostile to actually meaningfully developing Spirk as a canon thing and I don’t care what the franchise directors or bill shatner have to say about it.

[tojisun]

sunnyyy!! omg omg okay so idk what you put in your toxic dbf series but im sure its crack cause i know its freaking hurtful but i love it!! ur mind is >>>>>

alsoooo, i have this idea that i plan on writing for miguel but idk where to start SO IM GIVINF IT TO YOUUU!!

so lets call her bunny in this one. say bunny is enough of his shit, won’t let him do her dirty anymore because she refuses to be stupid. she’s no longer cassie howard and moves on to another man. a man who knows what he wants and who isn’t afraid to let her know that he wants her. he’ll cherish her, he adores the fuck out of her, he shows her off and he makes a promise to put a ring on her finger,

but simon doesn’t like that. not even one bit. and it ticks him off because why is he like this? why is he so worked up that she finds someone who finally treats her better than she can? yet, he can’t let it go. he lets her know. she has to know.

and so, at two am he comes knocking at her door. flowers in his hand, nicely dressed for the first time to let her know that he’s doing it for her and only her. not erin.

and it takes a lot in her to not slam the door in his face because she’s happy right now,

“you look at him the way i wanted to be looked by you, sweetheart” he admits, swallowing the lump in his throat. “and i envy that.”

she stares at him with a deadpan look. not really feeling a single thing anymore, leading him to continue.

“i have no right to say that, i know but—“ he pauses to take a deep breath. “i want to be with you. i want to be your man and i want you to let me”

she doesn’t want him to

ANA?? ANA MY LOVE???? THIS MAKES ME VIOLENTLY ILL

thinking about this in the dbf!simon series??? oh but im absolutely sobbing // same timeline as this !!

thinking about how you cry and wail and mourn for the years wasted on simon. thinking about the way you crumple on your bed, curling underneath your sheets, your cries now having been reduced to silent tears—this doesn’t mean you feel any better. instead, you feel even more distraught, upset in a way that feels bigger than yourself.

thinking about the promise you make to yourself. how, when the morning breaks, you will move on. that no matter how painful it may be—and it will be—you will strive to let go of simon. truly and completely this time around.

and that’s what you do. you fall asleep in exhaustion, heart heavy and mind buzzed. in the morning, you blink your eyes open and lay in bed for a few more minutes, suspended above your heartbreak, before it all comes crashing down on you. tears trickle from the corners of your eyes but you stay resolute, strong grip corralling your grief into the corner of your heart, before you get your day going.

you start by throwing everything that reminds you of simon: polaroid pictures and framed photos, shirts and clothes and socks and lingeries, towels and bedsheets, trinkets and accessories from across the globe—little souvenirs he’s brought to appease you.

(in the long haul, many of them were actually donated, while some were sold. but today, as you submerged yourself in your heartache, you dumped everything in a black garbage bag. out of sight, out of mind.)

blocking simon’s number actually turned out to be last. you deleted the pictures you have with simon in your phone prior, and then blocked and deleted his number altogether.

you breathed in deeply once you’re finished and collapsed to your bed again, trying to ignore the bareness of the walls and the emptiness of your room (let alone your heart).

the tears come again—they will come more often than not—and you let them. you open the locked corner of your heart and let the grief out. you mourn for what was lost; for what could’ve been. but most importantly, you mourn for the ways you’ve let yourself be trapped in such an unhappy moment.

moving on comes slowly; it comes so torturously that you thought it would never happen. but it does, and it does so during one quiet afternoon.

on that day, you realize that not once did you think of simon. not once did the memories trickle in to rip you away from the jovial present. and as you stand there in your kitchen, the sounds of the microwave beeps piercing through mutedly, you feel remade.

you feel whole, once again.

-

simon noticed, of course. he noticed the way your messages stopped coming in, or the way you no longer use your dad as an excuse to meet simon, or the way you just fell off the radar.

simon tried to reach out to you once and realized that you’ve got his number blocked.

it’s whatever, he thinks. because simon has never known you well, has never tried to learn more about you, so he thinks that this—your silent treatment and your detachment—is all a ploy. something like you playing hard-to-get.

so simon doesn’t think much about it until days turn to weeks, and weeks turn to months, and months are slowly building up to turn to a year.

simon doesn’t hear from you and, despite all his posturing, he realizes that he’s missed you. so he decides to drive by to pick you up for dinner and maybe apologize for whatever it is now that he’s done.

he gets to your dorm and rings your room. the intercom scratches awake, the person from the other side, your dorm mate he’s sure, asks who it was, and simon tells them his name. then, he tells them that he’s here for you.

there is silence for a while, almost loaded in a way that simon knows it’s not the intercom breaking up, and he gets his answer when he’s given a curt reply of, “she doesn’t want to see you. bye.” there is the distinct screech and then the line drops before simon could even ask why.

and simon feels lost. untethered.

-

john is a good man. that’s the first thing you realized. it terrified you, at first, how much you looked forward to meeting him. how much of being with him—simon’s friend—makes you happy.

you waited for the other shoe to drop, shoulders perpetually hunched as though that can shield you from the inevitable of john leaving you. of john using you.

but john is so warm. john is so gentle and kind and patient and loving.

john holds your hand and you know he isn’t looking for more. he drops you off at home, tells you to rest well and to say hi to your dorm mates, before taking off on his bike.

john kisses your cheeks and you know he isn’t looking for something more passionate. more heated. and you crave for his touch, yes, but there is something so special in the way john shows his affection—all crinkled smile and quiet chuckles; all whispered words and promises fulfilled; all soft and tender and secure.

it was a love so different, so beautiful, so really it wasn’t surprising at all when your relationship grows, thriving alongside your healing.

(he promised, you know? he promised, as he played with your hand, that he’ll one day put a ring on your finger. your lips wobbled and you told him to stop making loaded promises such as that, but john just turned to you with a soft smile and said, “i look forward to the day we share the same vow, bunny. if you would have me.”

you hiccupped sob and threw your arms over his shoulders, nodding because, “i would. john, i would!”

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and sharing warmth with you. you burrowed your head on the crook of his shoulder, breathing him in, letting his presence wash over you.

john, you thought. johnjohnjohn.)

-

simon drives to you the day after he confronted john. he drives to you with all of his messy heart spilling from the ridges of his ribs, beating only one name—yours.

he’s never felt this way before. not with all the pretty people he’s gone out with, or his first love, or even erin. erin who simon once imagined a future with. erin who simon once loved. not even that could triumph over the expanding turmoil that simon’s basking in.

he calls on the intercom of your dorm again, begs your roommate that may you please hear him out, and then he sees you.

god, you’re just as beautiful as he remembers.

“love–”

“what’re you doing here?”

your words are soft, quiet, but simon isn’t fooled. he sees the anger in your eyes, the hurt having festered into resentment. he wonders how apologies could trickle from his lips—where to even begin?

“please,” you say when simon’s silence stretches on. “just tell me whatever you want and then leave.”

“this. this is what i’m here for. the anger in your eyes– it’s just–…” he breathes in sharply. “i saw you and john, you know? and the way you look at him, it’s how i want to be looked at by you, love.” he swallows the lump in his throat. “i didn’t know what i had until i lost you and i’m so envious of him, i am, so please.”

you stare at him with wide eyes even when your face is smooth of any emotion. simon wonders what you must be thinking but he bulldozes through, hoping that you can give him one last chance.

he promises this time, truly, he’ll be better.

“i have no right to say this, i know, but–” he pauses to take a deep breath, his fists balled tightly. “i want to be with you. i want to be your man and i want you to let me.”

a heartbeat passes, and then, “simon, you are a selfish, selfish man.”

your words are barely louder than a whisper but they scratch at simon’s heart. he looks at you, gaze turning desperate when he sees nothing but bubbling fury and disappointment in your own.

“how dare you,” you say. “you tell me that you saw me and john, and then what? instead of letting me go, instead of letting me move on, you come in here and demand that i return to you?”

“love, i–”

“don’t call me that!”

your anger tips over, now spilling out. he watches the way your eyes glisten, tears dripping to stain your cheeks.

“i’m not your anything, si! not anymore!” you take in a ragged rasp of air, choking on your sob. it tugs at simon’s heartstrings and he moves to comfort you but you pull away, sneering at him in your anger. you wipe at your eyes, scrubbing furiously.

“everything about what you’ve said just now, everything, was all about your wants. all about you. just like how it’s always been,” you murmur, the fight leaving you.

you looked small, hunching into yourself, and simon is hit with this feeling; something that lodges itself in his throat.

“lov–… i’m sorry,” he says because he is.

gods he is.

“just go,” you tell him, meeting his eyes for one last time because he knows that this is the end of it all.

you turn away from him then, closing the building door behind you. he watches from behind he glass doors as you disappear into the hallways and stepped into the elevators and, just like that, simon’s lost his chance of making things right.

ANA MY GOD THIS MADE ME FERAL!! i hope u would like this one bb :(( hope i gave ur vision justice