#if it costed me my life man i'd save my only friend??

[cosyatp]

is no one going to say how perfect brittle bones nicky is for charles and edwin specifically verse 3 and the breakdown

[psychotic-nonsense]

Finally listened to Rare American's "Brittle Bones Nicky" 1 & 2, after years of the first's thumbnail following me around. I just knew back then I'd get obsessed with it so I waited, and lo and behold, I was right. So here's a strange retelling of the whole story from God's perspective, because my brain has been tossing these songs around for the past two days.

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All people are born with a little bit of Heaven and Hell.

Heavenly Virtue. Hellish Fight.

Each has their moments of control. Whichever has the most influence over your life, whom gives you the most comfort while alive and keeps you safe, sways the Divine's judgements at the end. Helps him choose who he must be as the usher of the gates.

Once you've left the Earth, you must part with the little bit of otherworld you have lived with. Pay for your departure with proof of your deeds, and be left with what cannot help you. Suffering with useless Virtue upon fiery brimstone. Relaxing with tamed Fight in soft clouds.

The sacrificed truths will then materialize in the afterlife as the Divine's soldiers. Virtue becoming strong angels for the Heavens. Fight becoming skeletal demons for Hell.

It was an even, working system. The Divine did not need to stay the God or Devil, the great and terrible of humans could do that work for him.

Then there was Nicky.

He was soft in the beginning of life, his mother's Virtue tried hard to cling to his spirit. But when his father's hand came down on him, said man's Fight took over, marked permanently by a constant black eye. Reminiscent of the empty sockets of the demons.

Brittle Bones Nicky, he became, a clear subject to his Fight. Starting with the blackberry pie, he began to war with the world, changing every horribly dealt hand to be his own deck of cards. He chased horrid pleasure, was selfish and mean, and chose his own path through life the only way he knew how; spitefully.

The thing about Brittle Bones was that his Virtue only grew stronger with age. When his Fight would overtake his body, render him a victim to it, it was by the begging and guidance of his Virtue. His Virtue cried when injustice was dealt, aching at the sight of another playing with the same cards Brittle Bones Nicky himself was given. His Fight couldn't stand to watch, enraged at this ever being allowed to happen.

He fought those who took advantage of those who could not fight back. The upperclassmen when they attacked the younger members of his bullpen. The police when they unfairly jested about shooting his girlfriend. The prisoners that chose to gang up on his mentor Ben.

And oh, how his Fight was fierce. Made his lithe, boney frame so strong against forces greater than him, yet kept him stuck in prison the latter half of life. Left his final moments an odd mix of guilt and satisfaction.

Such an overwhelming Fight and a surprisingly resilient Virtue made Brittle Bones Nicky a big name by the time of his death. The traveling gremlins begged to meet him on his ride in, the angels and demons personally greeting him at the gates. It's a little annoying, gives Nicky a big head when he and the Divine - God at first - finally meet and his judgement is made. The Divine does have to admit, the Fight/Virtue combination is quite interesting to witness.

Still, the order must continue. Nicky's Fight is separated from him and he's sent down to Hell. Where even the ghosts - suffering alongside their remaining Virtue - know of him.

But the Divine is soon alerted, not even five minutes into Nicky's descent, that he is fighting back. At first the Divine isn't worried, the demons will take care of him.

Yet what he witnesses next completely changes the order of the afterlife.

Brittle Bones Nicky, the most complex soul he'd seen in a very very long time, was overtaken by his Virtue. Fueled by his inner hopes to see his mother once again. And such strong Virtue recalled his Fight.

Nicky, the human soul. Nicky, with a broken, weeping heart. Nicky, with great, overwhelming wrath. All merging together at last, to be too grand for the afterlife. All at once not straight good or bad.

Completely otherworldly from all these worlds that existed... and not too unlike the Divine himself.

The Divine - enraged into the Devil - brought Brittle Bones Nicky to face him again. Showed Nicky the truth of his identity, demanding an answer to this dismantling of order.

And Nicky made a demand of his own. God to God, Devil to Devil. Asking to pay for his afterlife on Earth, as a subject not of his Virtue or Fight, but of the Divine himself.

Considering the implications, how could he say no? A Divine on both realms of life could end up being beneficial to the separation of souls. And, hopefully, keep another Nicky from showing up. Or it could backfire and result in an afterlife full of them. Still, such a claim is so big that the Divine has no choice but to comply.

He allows Nicky to merge fully with his skeletal demon, keeping his Virtue and Fight with him. Conjoined as it all is now, it's not like he even can. A humanized demon, with virtuous grace. Under the order of a humanized angel, with fighting spirit.

Brittle Bones Nicky. The crafty, tricky, golden son of a bitch that overstepped everything in life, winding up to be bigger and greater than everything before him. Paving the way to a future unknown, on the road to Heaven from Hell.

Brittle Bones Nicky. The Divine of Earth.

[voiceless-people]

music is so awesome I got like the same 5 songs on loop

[starrysymphonies]

If it cost me my life, man, I'd save my only friend

That's something I could live with

I could take that 'til the end.

[Art referenced: Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan]

(Please click for better quality!!!)

[huggywuggysuppy]

once you finish Empires S1 i'd like to hear your thoughts about esmp1!gem. she's genuinely one of my favorite characters to analyse because she is so nuanced and interesting in so many ways anywhere you look at her. her twisted determination to achieve peace at ANY cost, her rigid thinking and neurodivergency, her relation with symbols like her tower or the end and the moon, or her genuine wish to be a good person and so many other things. there's so much that is impossible to grasp at first (<- <- me, lesbian who is really normal about her favorite gem)

She's right.

Essentially, Gem understands the role a wizard PLAYS in a story. She's never the cause of something, but she sure amplifies both the problems and the solutions. She's morally gray, she's playing both sides, but nobody ever challenges her on that because of course Gem's helping the heroes too -- they need artifacts! She's a plot device, a questgiver, a weapon. She's the voice of reason, the straight man in any comedy duo, yet makes the same questionable decisions as anyone. She's experimenting, she's out of her comfort zone, she's having the time of her life. Wizard Gem is, ultimately, a real wizard.

That's the short answer anyhow. Longer analysis, well, I'm so glad you asked. I can't talk about character without diving into the content creator metanarrative (feature not a bug) so let's get into the noodles! What about Wizard Gem makes her so fantastic?

Wizard Gem is a catalyst.

From the beginning, Gem is mixing up dynamics and forcing new inspiration by opposing what's static. The way the rest of the Wither Rose Alliance sort of? Molds? Around her. How Sausage and fWhip are beefing until the day she alliances with Pearl and suddenly the four are besties. How she adds moral nuance to the villain side, both by mixing relations with the hero side, and just by insisting the Wither Rose are seeking peace, really, they're trying their best! This stops things from being so cut and dry and basic. Instead of Xornoth's vain forces against the heroic bumbling fish people (with the plant and animal empires in between), there's all sorts of messiness and drama. And Gem's aware of this, of how she's changing things, and so the effect is amplified.

On a CC level, even her origins are experimental. Gem was originally planning a more naturey plant wizard, but since Shubble, Katherine, AND Pearl, were plant based (& arguably Joey too) she adapted into amethyst and rocks. And it turned out amazing! That foundation of experimenting made it easier to take larger risks both content and character wise. All the empires folk enjoyed the lore centric storytelling: only getting deeper into it through the season, but Gem especially paved the way for embracing rp and outfits and items and fun.

But back to C! As the Wither Rose alliance progresses, terrorizing the server included, Gem maintains her peace loving stance. Taking on the role as fWhip's (and later Sausage)'s PR managers is genuinely so important to me. She never really stops them from doing bad things, but she's always discouraging them and talking them down one or two degrees. Ultimately loyal to her alliance, she's also taking responsibility for the consequences. Helping out Jimmy behind the scenes to lessen the blow, both for him but also herself.

At her core, Wizard Gem wants peace.

For herself and friends at least. Unfortunately, the Crystal Cliffs aren't in a bubble, so she keeps having to save the world anyway. She dreads conflict at best and fears it at worst. Her concerns are her kingdom, her neighbors, whatever magic / building she's invested in right now, and maybe a light shenanigan here or there. She'll help fWhip get out of trouble because they really do love each other, he's always helping her out too in his own ways (ex: making her stuff,) and she'll protect the realm so the problems stay far away from their doorsteps. When things do eventually fall into her lap, she definitely deals with them. Just... not 100%. Enough that they stop breaking the peace for now.

Let's be honest, Wizard Gem is firmly in denial. She's down for burying the corruption and letting it claim whole towers of her base. Often she'll just accept whatever another player brings to her: buying Scott and Katherines plush, whatever weird scams Lizzie tries on her, etc. When Scott gives her the Elsa curse, she hangs out in the nether, takes Shrub’s dodgy Xornoth cure, and stubbornly "it's fine"-s her way through avoiding a real solution until fWhip drags her to Katherine. It's telling that her (short-lived) corrupted evil version is more confident, while others become hyper or angry. This isn't laziness: it's fear. She doesn't want to step on any toes and start any conflicts. You can see it in how she talks to Jimmy and fWhip: giving them what they need not to win, but to end things.

This is how Gem maintains the story role of a wizard: she's always trying to stop things, so she's never starting new things, only making them better or worse. But how does Gem get away with it? She's simultaneously one of the most invested players in the lore, yet playing a character who'd rather be anywhere else. That dichotomy is entertaining, sure, but there's something else here.

Wizard Gem is loyal, curious, and moral. Just... not obviously.

Gem is unfathomably loyal. While she plays both sides, she's always standing alongside her allies in battle and all her actions are ensuring they're safe. She may be exasperated, yet treats her immediate alliance members with kindness. How fWhip drags her into things, but he never asks her to, it's always Gem CHOOSING to follow him because what else is she gonna do? Let him do it himself? How Sausage makes her laugh with his absurdity, even when they're fighting. How she's always a little uncomfortable, even in her great empire, except in the quiet simple moments with her allies between schemes.

(Still can’t believe roseblings isn’t canon. Like fWhip’s line about how he blew up relations with Scott because he messed with Gem, "it's okay fWhip I'm fine now," their tones, ohhhh devious work. They don't need to be canon, nonfamilial platonic relationships and all that, but STILL. I'm only human.)

(EDIT: nevermind they’re canon !! big win for the girlies)

Gem's also invested in magic and learning more about it, and she learns to trust and share that with others. The Crystal Cliffs Academy demonstrates growth: from solving problems herself when they’re too big to ignore, to actually addressing things at the source. Explicitly, the goal is to strengthen other empires magic knowledge so less crises happen. That’s preventative instead of reactionary. Even choosing the Ocean Queen as her first student is intentional: not an ally, causes a lot of medium scale ruckuses, in text Gem sensed her using transformation magic that wasn’t hers and wanted to guide Lizzie towards at least controlling it. Start of season Gem would’ve just kept handling any crises herself.

Essentially, Gem is trying SO HARD to be good. As anon said, she has a sort of rigid thinking (again, fun contrast between CC experimental and C rigidity) that creates this fantastic mix where she's staying true to the Wither Rose because she loves them and wants to keep them safe as their friend, but also trying to act for the greater good as a wizard, even though she'd rather focus on her own things. It's not a stable point of view, and is constantly challenged, creating the amazing series of events that we get to see unfold.

Also, Wizard Gem is straight up cool.

Regarding imagery, Wizard Gem has a distinct style that’s so fun to build and draw and write about. She's magical and otherworldly (dragons, the end) but also ethereal and magnificent on a human scale (towers, the moon.) Amethyst itself is inherently unique: something about forming deep under pressure, growing slow and beautiful, sought after as thrones and paths alike. These aesthetics have infinite storytelling potential, and look cute doing it.

And all these things are carried into Gem’s imagery as a whole! Losing her eye to and getting corrupted by the end portal in Life Series, building dragons and towers and villages all across her mc worlds, often using the moon in builds like her hc10 lighthouse. She’s solidly the moon in shinyduo sun/moon dynamic (while they both employ sun/moon all the time, Pearl builds and lores solidly more sun, let alone their comedy dynamic.) Even the struggle between embracing/chasing excellence versus holding herself back out of fear: that's Gem in every world! Emp1 is combining a lot of Gem's themes into one single character. And turns out she's really awesome!

This character wholeness lets Gem maintain her signature exasperated excellence over the other players. Like PVP prowess and building skill, she's an expert here too, and delightful to watch and interact with. Wizard Gem is amplifying everything, trying to keep her loved ones safe, learning that she needs to make peace herself, all while staying true to her beautiful masterful self.

Finally, CC!Gem is delighted to roleplay like this.

Every time she turns to the camera to give disclaimers and talk about her character, there's an infectious joy and "I can't believe this is my job." She often compares it to D&D, which ohh the parasocial brainrot is taking so normally, but also there's an unapologeticness to it. If you don't like her character / the roleplay / etc, stop watching, whatever, this is fun for the rest of us. Her and other CCs have talked about the crippling pushback from playing antagonistic characters -- and there's no shortage of that in emp1, she has to put disclaimers on the RP portions! But unlike Life Series where she's constantly fighting demons (it's own post, really) Wizard Gem is having too much fun to care. I think that's why emp1 hits different, at least for us Gem girlies. She's taking this seriously, and she's having the time of her life.

I originally posted about Worldhopper/Watcher Gem because that adds an extra layer of spice to her in all series, but it's still really awesome by itself. Summoning the dragons from ANOTHER WORLD? Hello?? Don't think I missed her using the nether portal to change skins either. Giggling during convos with Xornoth, undaunted by the Empires Crown, the list goes on. One day someone will assemble all her characters into the same room to compare notes and that someone will either be me or Geminitay herself.

In short, Empires S1 Gem is a Wizard. She's a catalyst, she ultimately wants peace, she's loyal curious and moral, she's straight up cool, and she's having fun. And isn't that just the most magical joy of all?

Anyway, accepting empires fic recommendations in reblogs / directly into my inbox. What a privilege to get to watch so much great art. Thank you for reading!

[mintmatcha]

Kinktober: Monster Fucking

Fandom: Dungeons and Dragons

After months of adventuring with your party, you can't help but be curious about a certain dragon born....

cw: cisfem reader, Monster fucking, OC x reader, fantasy racism (someone is not nice to dragonborn), biting, slight mention of bleeding, fingers in holes

PART ONE OF TWO

a/n: A very special thanks to @tyga-lily, who talked with me about her little dragonborn and made me fall in love with this concept and to @saetyrn9 who came up with his name :)

"The bath is free, Obi."

For how much a night costs, the room is nothing special, but any inn with running water is heaven sent. It’s been almost two months since anyone in your party has slept in a proper bed and your body can feel it. Simply wearing the silk of your nightgown feels luxurious at this point; sleeping on down is going to feel obscene.

"I'll be quick." Your party mate stands with a grunt, the day heavy on his joints. You almost want to tease him, but after this adventure, your knees are screaming too. It's hard enough for you to throw yourself on to the bed

Despite knowing him for the greater part of a year, you always forget how large the dragonborn is until he’s next to you. Towering over you with delicate horns and ridged crest, Obsidian Vyke -Obi, to his friends- is all black scales and teeth. The air crackles around him the way it crackles around all sorcerers, subtle yet wild, so it’s unfair that he’s also built wide. Thick biceps and a barrel chest: no magic user should be that muscular.

"Take your time." You watch him as he moves around the room, dipping around the singular bed and pulling his sleeping clothes from his travel sack.

"I'm sorry about this," Obi says, peering over his shoulder, "I know I'm not as nice to room with as Kiri."

The two other members in your party had been fast friends-- unfortunately, they were also quick to become lovers. Usually, that did not pose any issues to the group, but tonight, the inn only has two rooms available. It seemed cruel to separate the lovebirds, so you and Obi agreed to cohabitate for the night.

"I don’t mind sharing a bed with you." The idea gives you butterflies, this flitting, nervous energy. You trust the man with your life-- fuck, he’s saved your life in battle -- but something about sleeping next to him makes your skin goosepimple. "As long as you don't snore."

His eyes narrow in a smile. "I'll try my best."

The dragonborn undoes the lacings of his leather outerwear using the sharpened tips of his claws, delicately catching them under and pulling. The motion is careful and patient, repeated until he can toss the garment into the room's only chair.

It’s not that you don’t want to share a room with him. In fact, you think you want this a little too much. You're absorbed with all of his movements as he primps a bit, adjusting the hem of his shirt so it sits properly, running a palm over his crest, sliding off his traveler's boots. If you're lucky, his shirt will be next and you can catch a peek of the toned spance of his stomach.

"My lady," His teeth flash in the fire light, pearls against the deep, dark opalescent hues of his scales, "You're staring."

"Ah, I'm sorry!" He’s one to talk; you’ve felt his gaze following you for weeks now. That's the only reason you're thinking about him and his body.

And, using that logic, he's the only reason you bought that bodice ripper last week, the one starring a pretty red dragonborn and his human lover--

"Is there something in my teeth?" Obi teases. That earns him a giggle, but, when you don't respond, he exhales through his nose and moves closer. "We're rooming together tonight, so if there's any tension between us, I'd rather-"

"I heard a rumor," you blurt out.

He goes pale. "About me? What did Thyrll tell you?"

"No, about dragonborns in general."

Relief relaxes his features.

"And you just want to know if it's true?" There's a click in his voice as he laughs, something strange and inhumane, "It's okay. You can ask. Let me guess- I eat poor little gnomes? I enchant humans with my-"

"Is it... inside of you?"

The dragonborn pauses at that, eyes wide. "Excuse me?"

"Your..." You cannot believe you're about to say this, "Cock."

"Oh."

You scramble up, hands over your face as you head towards the door. You aren't sure where you're going to go in a nightgown, but anywhere else has to be better than here.

"Oh, I'm sorry! That was so rude of me."

A wall of muscle suddenly blocks your way. Those dexterous hands that you were admiring moments ago are now touching your shoulders, rubbing up and down affectionately.

"It's alright, my lady, I'm just... surprised." He smells like petrichor, something strangely earthy and yet unnatural clinging to his scales, and laughs like summer rain, "I think it's natural to wonder about different races, I just didn't think..."

His sharp eyes are dilated a bit, the pupils closer to almonds than slits as they bounce up and down your body.

"I've had my own... curiosities about others as well," he admits, "So, who am I to judge?"

Your spine prickles at that. Who exactly was he curious about? One of the elves in your party? The barmaid downstairs? Or is it you that the thinks about at night, cock in fist?

The dragonborn misreads the upset look on your face. "I promise that I am not cross with you. How about I answer your questions and you'll answer mine? No judgments."

You settle a bit. "If you're sure."

He smiles a draconic smile, all teeth and the smallest flick of his tongue.

"Of course I'm sure. I'm not embarrassed because my species is a bit different than yours."

You watch him for a long moment. He’s kind. A scoundrel at times, but kind. It's etched into his face, always reflected in his wide, chartreuse eyes.

"So, it is different,” you say carefully.

"It is."

“Very different?”

“When my cock is hard?” He says it so easily. Always proper, it makes you squirm to hear him curse, “No. But when I’m not, it is, in fact inside.”

"It's just... flat down there?"

"Yes- give me your hand."

You weave your fingers in between his without a second thought, but he just shakes his head and pulls away. Then, he takes your still open palm in his and brings it to his torso. The muscle there is just as firmed as you imagined and it's hard not to linger in once spot to appreciate it, Slowly, Obi guides your hand down, running it over the linen of his pants. Underneath, you can feel how it's slightly ridged with larger scales than the rest of his body and, subsequently, larger gaps form in between. It's just skin-- well, it's just scales. You're touching nothing technically intimate, but your heart races anyway, caught in your throat.

"See?" His voice has the edge of a tremble and, when you look up, you realize just how close you two have become. Practically chest to chest, his snout is only inches from your face, close enough that you can see how each individual scale slightly shifts in color as the fire dances. He seems to have realized too; dragonborn expressions are hard to read, but you don't miss how deep his breathing has become.

"It's nothing like touching a human, is it?" he mumbles, hand squeezing yours ever so slightly, “Not intimate at all.”

"Well." You curl your fingers up, clumsily feeling through the fabric, "Maybe a bit.”

The fire crackles in the fireplace. He breathes again, on the brink of a sigh, and you think he’s just as caught up in this as you are.

"Just a bit?" Heat radiates from him. If he were human, it'd be alarming, but instead there's a comfort to it. You're still warm from the bath, and yet you chase that heat, slipping your hand from his just to bring it under the waistline of his pants.

"More than a bit."

He's hot underneath it all, almost uncomfortable to the touch as you explore the space blindly. His eyes haven't left yours, his lids getting heavy with every prod and poke of your fingers.

A vertical line of soft, exposed skin catches your ring finger and his body jumps reflexively as you accidentally dip inside of him. It’s strangely dry, yet much softer than the rest of his scaled body. Despite yourself, you explore it a bit more, pressing in the same way you’ll be playing with your own pussy tonight.

"A-ahh--" The dragonborn sucks in a deep breath and you can feel his abdomen crunch under your touch, "Be careful."

"Did I hurt you?" you ask as you pull away.

His chittering laugh returns. His hands rest on the small of your back, not pushing, but not entirely platonic either. When he talks, the air tastes like distant embers, just far enough away, yet not close enough, "You didn’t hurt me, don’t worry."

“Are you sure?” you press, “You made a weird noise.”

“Very sure,” He dips low enough to press his lips against the shell of your ear, "You’d do the same if I put my fingers inside of you."

This time, the heat is coming from inside you, twisting and pulling with want.

"With your claws?" You manage to joke through your suddenly dry throat, "I might cry."

"I could cut them," His voice is rolling and low as his hands explore, one traveling up your spine and the other dipping the smooth over your ass. When they both reach their zeniths, they switch directions. The silk of your dress catches against his skin, pulling it up and revealing the fat of your ass to the air. "Nice and short."

His nails dig gently into your skin, nothing more than a nip, a test.

"You’re so soft, all over. Your body just gives when I touch it,” There’s a distant tone to his voice as he speaks into the curve of your neck, “Too delicate for me, aren’t you?”

You hum in disagreement and his teeth prove you otherwise. It’s barely a graze, but the nip against your pulse point drags a whimper from deep within you. Your companion chuckles, then coos with pity as he does it again, much, much kinder this time.

“Oh, you’re knock kneed and sweet for me,” The already blossoming bruises are soothed by a warm, textured flash of wet. His tongue is rougher than a humans, longer too, and it leaves behind a string of spit that is more viscous than any human’s. “Like a fawn. My sweet fawn.”

The hand that once explored him is trapped in between your bodies, unable to move, but you can feel something against your stomach: something hard, something thick. Too much cock for your human body, but, fuck, you’re going to try.

“Bet you’re even softer down here.” A singular clawed drags over your bare ass, searching for underwear that isn't there and your body trembles with want, “Oh, look at that, shaking like a leaf. I bet you’d melt if I-”

A sharp knock at the door scrambles you two apart. A moment passes and the sound almost feels imaginary, but then it happens again. You smooth your still wet hair and try to gather yourself, heading to the door in a hurry. Somehow, the dragonborn is more flustered than you. His scales are physically ruffled and his usually stoney brow is creased. He can’t blush, but you swear you can see his face alight as you swing the door open.

There stands a familiar elvish figure, with dark straight hair and the prettiest of smiles.

“Kiri!” you exclaim. She’s a natural beauty, like most elves. All legs and sharp angles, she’s a good head taller than you, leaning over with almost a condescending grin. She’s so beautiful that you almost hate her for it.

“I am sorry to be a bother, rogue.” She speaks in Elvish and the dragonborn’s head tilts slightly side to side, like a dog who hears his name, as he tries to listen. “I came to thank you and the sorcerer.”

“Oh, yeah, no worries,” Your Elvish is unnatural on your human tongue, “We are fine here.”

“My lover thanks you too,” she winks and giggles. She’s over a hundred years older than you, and yet still head over heels like a schoolgirl. Elves might live for thousands of years, but they take hundreds to mature. “We will not be sleeping much tonight.”

You roll your eyes and pretend to gag, biting back a smile, but then Kiri grows serious.

“If he scares you, please let me know,” she continues.

“Obi?” you say, “He’s a sweetheart.”

“I’m sure he is, but those teeth! Like needles. Braver than me, sleeping next to a monster like that.”

You glance at your dragonborn and he looks away before you can meet his eye. A disappointment settles in your stomach. Monster is such an ugly word for a pretty man. Everything about him is charming and refined, from the way he speaks and the way he walks, to the way he shines his scales when he thinks no one is looking.

“That’s rude.” You’re quick to reply. Kiri grew up around only her own kind and their ideas-- she doesn’t always know what’s uncouth or offensive because of it, “Don’t say such awful things.”

“It seems like he’s already gotten hungry.” She jerks a chin to your shoulder. You reflexively reach to cover it, only to pull away when the spot feels wet. Blood speckles your fingers- not enough to warranty any worry, of course, just the slightest graze of the skin.

“That’s not--”

“I tease, I tease!” she continues, “I know it is just a scrape. Can you imagine? To lay with someone who is all claws, fire and untamed magics! I-”

The man in question stalks in between you two silently. With a towel in his arms and a chip on his shoulder, he stomps by with a snort of his nostrils.

“I’m going to bathe.” His Elvish is worse than yours, but it's enough to make Kiri’s face drop. The worst part is that he doesn’t sound angry-- you could deal with anger. Instead, he sounds heartbroken. “I don’t mean to be frightening.”

You both walk him stalk down the hall until he disappears around a corner. Kiri swivels to look at you, bewildered. “Since when does he speak Elvish?”

PART TWO

[jiginese]

[ If it cost me my life man I'd save my only friend

That's something I could live with

I could take that 'til the end ]

inspired off an rp as well as lyrics from Brittle Bones Nicky

I fixed some things that were bothering me, this is technically a repost

TW for blood on image beneath the cut

i amuse myself

go listen to Rare Americans

[8em-em-em8]

Ok, some of you guys wanted more of this so, this is a little follow-up. (It happens right after the first)

 That night, they stay up late, catching up a little bit, but also because Izuku can tell Katsuki needs to exteriorise a lot of things : he never knew him to share a lot of his intimate life, but he keeps answering Izuku's questions, even when it looks like it costs him a little bit. He's angry when he talks, reminiscing Izuku of that young boy with anger issues that he knew in high school. But he doesn't seem hurt.

“I completely understand how angry you are towards your husband regarding Haru, but... maybe you should stop a second to take in the fact that you plan on ending a 5 year relationship?” Izuku knows perfectly how good Katsuki was at bottling the feelings he didn't think worthy of being shown, the ones he deemed shameful, back in the days.

But Katsuki frowns at him, looking almost hurt.

“What, you think I should stay with that ableist asshole just because we've been together a while?” He spits, his tone venomous and Izuku feels his blood go cold.

“What?! No! I meant- I meant that you mainly seem angry at everything that had happened but not sad that you're losing your lover. You're allowed to feel sad Kacchan, you know that right? That you discovered he wasn't a good man doesn't have to make it painless.”

As he talks, Izuku thanks his years as a teacher that taught him to let go of his stuttering even when he feels like he's on uneven ground. He knows that being confident right now is important if he wants Katsuki to take him seriously.

Katsuki fixes him one more second, taking his words in, before his shoulders slump, following his torso as he exhales. One of his hands comes to burrow his hair. “Sorry. I Shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I'm too riled up.”

“It's okay.” Izuku answers, but doesn't say anything else. He lets Katsuki come to him.

“... Ueda and I, we went along because our goals were the same : our jobs were first, that our objectives were to be the best possible and we'd work as many hours as necessary to achieve it. It was success and money... Ueda was the one to bring up the question of having a kid, but in the end, I'm the one she changed. I-” His gaze fleets toward Izuku, almost shy. “I think after we fell off you and I, I lost myself a little bit, forgot that the performance was useless if you lost sight of what you are fighting for. Haru, she reminded me of all of that. Ueda... lets just say it didn't change anything for him and I realised that where I was just lost, he was just... himself. I wanted to be the best because it meant that I was the best, you know? The most helpful, the one that saved the most lives, arrested the most villains... he wanted to be the best because to be famous, a pure ego trip. I realised then that I just had been blind to it.” He makes a face. “But I was in denial. I don't like admitting my mistakes, you know that. And choosing wrong on your life partner is a big one. And all of that is without talking of his relationship with Haru. He was the one to insist I'd be the donor, joked about how the baby would have a strong quirk like that. Only maybe it wasn't a joke at all. I always felt like he regretted not being her biological father, and I could understand that, but not when he was distant with her even after I fought him so many time about how important it was to make time for our fucking kid. When we left just now he told me 'it' wouldn't have happened if she had been his. Like he thought she wasn't. And it didn't even surprise me. I finally looked at my bad choice in the face and realised he just had killed what little feelings I had for him left... so no. I'm not sad, nerd. Just angry at myself.”

It is a bit later that they both realise Katsuki didn't think to call in to work to tell them he'll be out the next day. And Izuku thinks that his friend is already angry at himself enough so he doesn't hesitate to step in and offer his help.

“I don't work tomorrow, I can take care of Haru if you think letting her with someone she doesn't know won't scare her.”

“You're not working? But we're in the middle of the week.”

Oh, Bakugo really must be tired, because as a father of a school going kid, he should know why Izuku doesn't have to work. They stare at each other for a second, Izuki with an amused smile that widens when he can clearly pinpoint on his friend's face the moment he connects the dots.

“Oh. Spring break. I forgot. You sure it wouldn't bother you? I can drop her at my mom's you know? She's gonna kick my ass, but that's okay.”

“I really don't mind. I'll be home anyway.” Izuku chooses to not mention he doesn't have that much experience with smaller kids: if he can keep a whole class of wanna-be heroes alive all year long, he's pretty sure he'll be able to manage a four-year-old.

Katsui nods.

“If you don't mind getting up a bit early, I'll wake Haru up at the same time as me so I can introduce you before work. Also, it's better if she sees me before I leave, she'll worry if she doesn't.”

Izuku's pretty fast to gram his phone on the coffee table, ready to set an alarm.

“When do you leave?”

Even as they part, Katsuki going back to his daughter and Izuku to his office futon, it's hard for Izuku to fall asleep. He stares at the ceiling, dumbfounded.

Katsuki's words ring in his head “You were the only person you could think of.”

That was unexpected after all those years, but even more unexpected was the warmth that the statement has provoked against his ribs.

Katsuki had a fucking stressful day: 1) Haru cried when he left in the morning, 2) he perfectly knows how horrible she can be if she doesn't like someone (probably something he should blame himself for, she got that from him.) and he forgot to tell Izuku that his daughter is a biter. 3) Ueda hasn't stopped blowing up his phone since nine in the AM.

He is done with this day. He just wants to get his fucking shoes off and hug his kid. And maybe also Deku for being the kindest human on this face of the hearth.

Seeing the nerd's apartment's door is like seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, and even if he gives a courtesy knock on the door, he doesn't wait for an answer to barge in.

He's surprised when Haru's voice rings in the apartment: “In the kitchen!”

And yeah, he could have deduced that on his own: it smells good in here, like someone threw an onion in a pan not long ago.

He's welcomed in the kitchen by two bright smiles. Deku's got an All Might apron on, looking ridiculous as always and looking weirdly comfortable. Heru looks like she's settled on his back, her hands in his green hair.

It's only when Izuku gets back to his pan for a sec that he reveals to Katsuki how the fuck he's able to carry a child without using his arms. : turns out each Haru's just standing up behind him, her feet nested each in one of his back pocket.

It's ingenious and weird. Very Izuku.

“Daddy! Izu-Nii is making curry!” Haru claims while throwing one of her arms at him.

It's only once his daughter is well settled in his arms that he notices how her hair is tied in the most intricate hair-do he's ever seen on her.

“You let Izuku do your hair?” he asks, eyes round.

Haru nods, eyes sparkling. “We looked at D.I.Y” she explains, spelling the letters like someone took the time to teach her the right way to pronounce them.

“She wanted 'princess hair'. Took us a while to perfect it, but we did it.” Izuku explains, like he doesn't understand how crazy it sounds.

Katsuki turns to his daughter. “Oh, so when I try to do your hair you scream bloody murder, but when Izuku does it it's fine?” He'd be genuinely jealous if he was a lesser man.

“It's because you always pull my hair!” the little girl protests.

“Are you implying that the great hero Dinamyght has something he's not good at?” Deku asks with theatrics, and Haru immediately laughs. “But- It's unheard of!”

“He doesn't know how to put nail polish on either!” Haru ads delighted, and at Izuku's affronted “Impossible!” seeing the huge smile on her face, Katsuki realises how right he was to follow his first instinct and come to Izuku for help.

He just hopes that the feelings he took care of burying real deep all those years ago aren't gonna resurface now that Deku is at his reach again... he doesn't have much hope.

[theshepherdshound]

the them that live over in monster game land, trying to figure out what they're doing narrative wise beyond me being obsessed with the idea of a katabasis game- skipping queue hello from the relative present while i take a break from basement game polishing cause post processing is annoying me

making jokes about my own inability to draw clothing, maaaaybe somethingsomething dreaming reality

different monster not yet in love

goo cat goo cat goo cat GOO CAT- so much fun to draw, silly monsters having a bad time but also being friends could have a good time in the future

this lyric from the first one is also v good and fitting

If it cost me my life, man, I'd save my only friend

That's something I could live with

I could take that 'til the end

Also trying to think of what this game actually functions with, if it's like a walking around game or a point and click game or if I attempt some amount of 3d/2d blending, portraits or not- I dunno

[g00se69]

"if it cost me my life man I'd save my only friend, that's something I could live with, I could take that to the end" -brittle bones Nicky by Rare Americans

Literally the realest thing ever <3

@marieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

ILY dude :3 <3

"I didn't win the game of life, but I'd give myself a pass" -brittle bones Nicky by Rare Americans

[afvall]

whumptober day 7! magic with a cost

Nate's powers do an oopsie, leading to his T.O. getting his flesh as a treat about it! Then him and Wade do gay stuff or something i dont know don't ask me

setting vague because whenever i read a comic all the info i absorb just drops out my ass

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It pours, man, it pours

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A thin, metal vein reached across Nathan’s chest from his left shoulder, skin surrounding it blushing a soft red, like flowers in the spring. His reflection in his bedroom’s full body mirror traced its fingers around the intrusion, a sharp pain crashing across his nerves then dulling as he continued the contact along its length. He’d been reckless today, disobeying the tactical and philosophical lessons he’d been taught for his whole life, ever since he was a young child, throwing caution to the wind when Wade had been put in a compromising situation in battle, he didn’t even think about using his psionic powers before they’d neutralised the enemy and gotten Wade to safety. And it was strange, they’d functioned without his command, without any effort even, and mulling it over afterwards, he’d realised it was honestly a bit scary. Without any guidance from him, like his T.O., like how it consumed him devoid of any conscious thought or motivation other than simply to devour. And now, caressing the metal tendril trails across his chest, he’d seen that that unintentional usage of his telekinesis for reasons other than strictly controlling the disease consuming him had let it inch further into his body, and it wouldn’t retreat this time.

This couldn’t happen again. Like an animal, he’d acted without upper thought to ‘save’ Wade, of course, helping out Wade was a good thing, but not when he was without a plan and directionless. Nathan was a master of his mind and body, he’d been in his head his whole life, he knew the ins and outs of himself, he couldn’t understand why his powers, not him, reacted like that to Wade in danger. Of course, he and Wade were close, closer than friends, but to act with reckless abandon to save him in a situation which Wade was most likely competent enough to save himself from? Nate wanted to lock himself in a room to meditate and train for a month straight, and realistically, that wasn’t too out of the question for him. A knock wrapped on the door, Nathan hesitating before he opened it telekinetically. Wade was behind it, waltzing up towards Nate, who also then had to shut the door behind Wade, as the merc either forgot to or didn’t care.

“Can you not ask whatever you need to ask from the door?” Nate asked, hands now at his sides.

“If you didn’t want me in your room so bad, why did you let me in and then shut the door behind me?” Nate didn’t know, much like how he didn’t know why his powers had slipped from his control earlier. “Admiring your awesome tits, priscilla?” Nate feared if Wade gave him a headache with his useless prattling, in that oddly satisfying Demi Moore voice, it would happen again. He sighed and rubbed his temples, shaking his head disapprovingly.

“Where have all your snarky quips gone, Nate?? Usually it takes me a bit more effort to get you to exasperated sighs! Hey, is that metacle, metal tentacle for those not in the know, new, or am I right to not trust my memories?” Wade spoke like how most people thought, in long, semi-senseless sentences, changing topics as he so wished.

“It got a hold on me while I was helping you out on the mission earlier, using my telekinesis…” Nathan wondered how to continue before Wade spoke anyhow.

“Why are you being so vague about it? I can’t believe it’d be because the author has barely read your comics and doesn't know how to be more specific without more research than they’re willing to do right now, I'd never forgive them! And, weren’t you only saving my ass for a second? How’s it already made purchase on you? How come you couldn’t y’know… multitask controlling the T.O. and using your TK like you usually do? Ooo, I love these exposition lead-up questions! Reminds me of all the lovely numbered questions in Cable & Deadpool, sent in by our adoring fans, Nate!” Wade prattled on with no end.

“The T.O. is vicious Wade, it would consume me rapidly without my powers to stave it off. I believe, as I've aged, and it has grown alongside me and gotten used to me and my powers, it’d kill me in minutes. I didn’t think about using my telekinesis, either, it simply took action on its own accord, and didn’t have my guidance keeping it on top of the virus as well.” Nate answered the numbered questions in a numbered fashion.

“Nathan Dayspring Askani’Son Christopher Cable Soldier X Summers not thinking? Does this mean we’ve gotta tag the ao3 upload as ‘OOC’?” Nate knew he’d regret asking what OOC meant, because inquiring into the majority of Wade’s made up words just lead into more confusion usually. He’d save it for another time.

“It was so strange, I didn’t even realise I’d done it for a second, I’ve always considered myself like, well… a well oiled machine, I’ve never felt a disconnect from my actions and mind, and i hate the feeling of it right now.” Nathan explained, looking at himself in the mirror instead of at Wade, 

“I fear that’s where we differ, but also, maybe even where I can help! Maybe all my neurotic behaviours and issues have been leeching off on you Nate, now we’re spending so much time together, but I have experience with feeling that… disconnect… unfortunately, I can't offer solutions, but I can offer coping methods! Not even the ones including pain and death. How about… Ben and Jerrys with some Netflix right now? That might soothe your T.O. aches.” Nathan skimmed Wade’s thoughts and understood a sense of worry, and an undeniable desire to help. He thought now that the fretted comment about his usual quips being absent from the conversation was genuine, and a weird feeling twisted in his chest and pooled in his stomach. Wade was worried about him, and wanted to help him, and it made Nate feel just as weird as the slip of his powers made him feel earlier today, yet in a far nicer way.

“That sounds… nice, thank you, Wade.”

[freezerbnuuy]

Act 5:13- The Fox Condemns the Trap (Page 4)

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Volpe

"I will try to put this as plainly as possible, Eduardo. What hope did you have of successfully asking me to intentionally cause the death of someone else when it is my job to keep people alive?"

There it is, again- that smug, superior tone. So the vampire is still alive! I try to quell my rage. I cannot unsee him as the lost young man he once was, no matter how hard I try. My gentle threats the last time we spoke did not faze him at all, so I am unsurprised lying to me like this hasn't either.

"So you lied to me for four years? Five, if we're counting the one that has passed since? Where's your integrity?"

Owen narrows his gaze, swirling his wine glass.

"If I did not have integrity, then I would have offered to essentially poison someone at the request of a nobleman."

I pull my fingers into my palms. What is the point of me trying to recruit more men and women if this vampire will just pick them all off like a hawk?

"You owed me!"

"I owed you nothing. I offered it as a favour to you, at no cost, so that you could not turn around and question my integrity as the patriarch of a business, and yet here you are."

The insolent cur! He is nothing like his father was! Samuel would have gone ahead with it without a second thought. He'd have bowed under the pressure, yet Owen did no such thing. The next generation is frought with fragility, and yet...

"My father destroyed the notes and his prototype of his cure that could have saved a man's life. It was a potential cure for a terminal illness that could have saved thousands and he destroyed it to spite one man. In turn, I destroyed all evidence of his successful vampire cure. If he prevented me from saving thousands of lives out of spite, then I'd prevent him from ending any more of them out of spite."

I would have never done such a thing. I would have never defied my father like this! Vittorio would was a harsh, stern yet respect-worthy man. I followed his every footstep as I was growing up. What is it with children nowadays and a complete lack of respect for their elders?

"I cannot begin to describe how disgusted I am with you! I did everything I could to lead you on the right path as you grew up, and you defied me as well as your own flesh and blood! I trusted this family to be one of the only families with magic who could stay in line, and now you've completely severed any trust I ever had for you! And now I have to watch as your children follow suit!"

"My children will never grow up to be like either you nor Samuel, if I can help it."

Owen heaves himself out of his chair, leaning back on it to support himself. 

"Fine. Another question, then, which you will answer truthfully if you have as much integrity as you say you do."

"Of course."

"Rumour has it that Samuel Annorin was murdered. Some say it was for power, others for money. So tell me, Owen- what really happened to Samuel Annorin? You didn't expect anyone to believe your cover story forever, did you?"

Owen's chuckle is grating.

"Power?" His laughter is sickening, and slightly influenced by the wine. "What more power or money does the Annorin family need? Heavens, no. He was murdered by Oskar's mother."

Just like that, he admits the truth. My one true friend, Samuel Annorin, killed by a vampire...and everyone believed Owen's feigned grief as well as his lies. 

"The second time that a vampire tries to kill your father, and the second time you try to protect said vampire in spite of it! You should be thoroughly horrified with yourself for what you did to your own father and the only man I've ever considered a friend!"

"Samuel was never your friend, was he?" he asks, his voice taking on a particularly-dark tone I've never heard before from him. "He was your pawn. He was willing to put up with you either because you'd have him killed, or you'd have him revealed to be a spellcaster. If anything, he feared being viewed as a quack far more than he did being killed. Unfortunately for you, I don't fear either."

I cannot control my rage. What kind of attitude is this to have towards someone who just found out that someone he considered close was murdered by a dangerous monster - who is still out there, ready to murder whoever else?

"And what of the vampire?"

"She admitted it to me. I forgave her. She had good reason to murder a man responsible for the death of her one hundred and sixty year old son, even if that man did happen to be my own father. You see, Eduardo, some of us don't use the deaths of our family members as an excuse for bloodshed."

Forgave? I have fought for countless years to eradicate witchcraft from Henford and then the world for the sake of my father's murder, and Owen forgives her?

"How dare you! I did not just lose my mother and father, but my young children! You've lost a child yourself - you should know better than to speak ill of them!"

"I don't speak ill of your children, Eduardo. It is tragic what happened to them. It is the fault of the witches that killed your family that your children died, there is no questioning that. What I am questioning is why you believe thousands of other people's children should die to satisfy your revenge fantasies."

I can't. All of this vitriol and I cannot unsee him as family...I cannot do it any longer. It doesn't matter what history we have - he can't be allowed to continue like this.

Who does he think he is, rolling his eyes and sighing at me?

"Samuel Annorin was a detriment to medical science as well as to magic. He was an obstacle and I was glad to see him removed. I am not you. I do not care for power and money, Eduardo - I already have both in plentiful supply. What I do care about is the wellness of the people of Henford, which rests safely in my hands. I am not Samuel. I won't buckle under the slightest threat."

Does he not realise what he's just done? If people find out about this, the scandal will be immeasurable. He'll be finished.

"The people deserve to know about this, Owen."

"And will they believe you, Eduardo? The word of a senile noble against that of a respected and feared physician?"

"You are nowhere near as well-respected or as feared as you think you are."

"Of course I am," he says snidely. "You're afraid of me. You always have been. I am not the wet doormat my father was, and you're afraid of what I'm capable of doing to you. The combination of societal and magical power is something I believe you've always been envious of."

"I left my father outside on the night of the witch-hunts knowing that the streets would be flooded with those who wished to see him dead. 

If you are going to be an obstacle like my father was, Eduardo, then I will see to it that you are removed."

[author's note: The title comes from 'the fox condemns the trap, not himself' from William Blake's 'Proverbs of Hell'.]

[meyrinn-revery]

I was the handsome blond's eyes, and the voice of the orphan

Notes : This writing comes from my Hogwarts Legacy story We had it all available on Wattpad in English and French (Nous avions tout). Enjoy !

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Synopsis of the story : ' All my life I've been heading for hell, but never had I thought I'd drag you down as well ' - Sebastian Sallow

' They sold their hearts for diamonds and gold. I refuse to go down the same path as them. You and I have everything. ' -Omnis Gaunt

❗Warning : Hogwarts Legacy game spoilers❗

Y/n is a young witch who entered Hogwarts in the 5th year, and who found her place among the Slytherins. Between her many outings to explore the surroundings of the castle, or her fights against poachers, giant spiders or even trolls, her year was eventful.

Ranrok now defeated, and Hogwarts saved from a disastrous fate, y/n must face new dilemmas : the death of her beloved professor Eleazar Fig; and her budding feelings for two of her closest friends, Omis Gaunt and Sebastian Sallow. Two handsome boys with tortured souls. They are the opposite of each other, but have one thing in common : their love for y/n.

The OWLs are fast approaching and the year is coming to an end. Y/n hopes somehow that her 6th year will go well. But between her mixed feelings, the responsibilities that will be entrusted to her at Hogwarts and the new threats that will hang over her and her friends, can she hope to one day find a peaceful and safe life ?

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Ominis Gaunt.

Our relationship started off very badly... He saw me as the girl who was going to cause trouble for his friend, the one who was going to lead him to the wrong side and influence each of his choices.

He didn't suspect for a single second that the problem wouldn't come from me, but from Sebastian.

Where Ominis thought I would be the leader, I was actually the follower. Where he thought I could help them, I only pushed them deeper.

Neither white nor black, I was only gray throughout the conflict...

What was my job ? Persuade Ominis and gain his trust, so that Sebastian can achieve his goals without incident.

I made promises that I couldn't keep. I tried, then failed miserably.

I was the handsome blond's eyes, reporting to him the strange and dangerous practices in which his friend indulged, of which he had not spoken a word.

I was the voice of the orphan, his words and thoughts passed through my lips and tightened my throat with every syllable, every lie I told to the heir of the great Salazar Slytherin.

I played the role of the person to refer to; the shoulder on which, over time, rests an increasingly heavy weight that we seek to balance at all costs.

They were both begging for my help, but for radically opposite reasons.

I moved neither in the light nor in the darkness. I was constantly walking on a thin, loosely stretched rope that frayed as I moved forward.

From peace came discord; from joy only came sorrow; and the will to help and do good has finally disappeared, leaving behind a trail of dust that I am desperately trying to wipe away.

When my relationship was evolving with one, the other was not around; and the day the first decided to leave, the second took his place.

A place constantly occupied by a different person, a place assigned to those who want it and think they can handle the responsibilities assigned to it.

We all had difficult childhoods, marked by family problems, internal conflicts and an unbearable inability to defend ourselves.

Sebastian lost his parents at a very young age, which led him to live with a man who had little interest in him. Unconsciously, life forced him to grow and mature too quickly. Everything he knows, he learned it of his own free will. No one gave him any help.

I grew up in the gloomy environment in which Purebloods live, evaluating the value of each person, each thing that crossed my visual field.

I have not known the tender kisses that mothers place on the forehead of their child before he falls asleep; I don't know what it feels like to be complimented by your parents; or what the discussions a harmonious family shares around the dinner table look like.

My parents didn't hit me, they didn't insult me ​​or put me down. They prepared me for the life I was supposed to have later, the one I always tried to avoid. They gave me a taste of the world I should have encountered, the population I should have encountered.

They just weren't cut out to be parents. Or at least parents of a girl like me.

But sometimes I feel like thanking them. The world is cold and unkind, but the shock is less important to me.

Maybe if they had never done this, I wouldn't be as strong and resilient as I am now.

My journey has some similarities to that of Ominis. An odious family, a title we refuse to bear, a heavy past anchored in our memories...

Even if our childhoods are similar, I cannot imagine what he experienced, and is still experiencing today, in the same way that he cannot understand what I felt every time my parents' gaze fell on me.

I never spoke to him about my past life, just like he always remains reserved when someone asks him questions about his.

But I want to learn more about him, to be the one he wants to confide in. The person he can rely on, and who will never drag him down.

Ominis Gaunt. Our relationship started off very badly, but grew stronger and closer over time. And my heart cannot bear my lack of knowledge about him.

I need to know... Why does the snake sign displease him so much ? Why does the seal that represents his family’s coat of arms disgust him ? What role does he play in his lineage ? What future is in store for him...

' Ominis, who is this letter from ? '

' From my parents... '

[papagabu]

Oi;

Sonic x Brittle Bones Nicky AU

"If it cost me my life, man, I'd save my only friend"

(If you do not know Brittle Bones Nicky, CHANGE THAT)

When I saw this I was like "I don't know what that is" but when I looked it up and started listening to it I recognized it or at least feel like I do I don't remember ever seeing or hearing that before but I feel like I have so I might've just forgot weird. anyways are you suggesting I make a Sonic AU based on that? if so then I'm not really taking requests for au ideas and I've already got so many other things I'm juggling with Broken Tails and Metal Breakers both being fairly large aus and working on them both at the same time. sorry. it could make for a cool idea I guess though.

[bonnieisaway]

why did i not think of this before? why did this take me so long to think of? i've been editing this show for well over a year now and it onyl just occured to me to do this?? ive adored this song for ages?? im always looking for excuses to edit this scene and i JUST fucking thought of this?>!?!?!?????????????

anyways. if it cost me my life man i'd save my only friend. that's something i could live with. i could take that to the end. if it cost my my life i'd save my only friend!!!

[jiginese]

[ If it cost me my life man I'd save my only friend

That's something I could live with

I could take that 'til the end ]

inspired off an rp as well as lyrics from Brittle Bones Nicky

TW for blood on image beneath the cut

you guys have no idea how amused I was when I realised the audio synced with this video perfectly

go listen to Rare Americans