#im a fan of tragedy

[renma-posts]

Favorite Servamp characters?

It's been a while but Lawless the beloved and Sakuya the rat who deserves better. These guys are so good I love them sm

[paintedcrows]

*through tears* HER LITTLE POG CHAMP

[puppppppppy]

xīn yá ref update ^_^

[evelynpr]

Might be a hot take as a bkdk and tgck truther here, but I find izuocha endlessly fascinating, beautiful, but also tearfully tragic.

I see their love for each other as something representative of their innocence and naivety when they only knew so little about who they were, and what was to come.

I think the main barrier of their relationship is that its rooted in how they see each other very idealistically, specifically that they're attached to the image of their Best Heroic Selves, and not the deeply selfish, destructive, freaky, and egotistical parts of them. To each other, they need to keep fulfilling that image or else that same person they looked up to would almost die in front of them, and that would be too cruel. Although that hero is still there, that same person they looked up to is not the same now because of...well...everything.

Izuku had barely even talked to girls when he first met her. She was Izuku's first ever real friend (Sorry Kats, everyone and him knows he was terrible), so he saved her in that entrance exam even if it was so dangerous. She gave a new meaning to his derogatory nickname just by being a friend that believed in him. After that, she saved him several more times (Blackwhip and Megaphone are the biggest samples iirc). It makes perfect sense that she is Deku's hero.

Ochako hardly knew what it meant to be a hero when she first got into UA. Just by reaching out to some kid tripping, she made a new friend who would then save her in that exam, then save him again in return. This boy then became someone who was always working so hard to save everyone in trouble, and she realized she wanted to be just like him too. "I want to save people"

But...Deku changes. The weight of One for All is on his shoulders and he needs someone to carry this burden with him. He continues to want to save other people at the expense of himself, still not letting his true selfishness and ego ever show- and it only grows more and more unbearable.

Then...Ochako fell in love with Himiko. Truly, relentlessly, selfishly and devotedly in love with a girl who then dies giving her blood to her- the greatest expression of love Himiko could ever give.

Not that they can't love each other because of this happening (and...so many other things oh god), I'm honestly not sure how to explain it- But them ending up together after losing that innocence and naivety? After Ochako will forever grieve the girl who showed her love in its most beautiful and ugly form? After Izuku changed so fundamentally as a person that the butterflies of a nice girl talking to you doesn't exist anymore? After that simple image of being a hero and being in love has completely changed for them both?

Even so, I believe they still love each other. There is no label I know of that can properly describe them though. They are each other's image of being a hero when it comes to saving people. Aside from Shoto, no one else can grasp the grief of the person you tried to save dying in your hands. They would no doubt try to cope with these losses together, and just try to get better together...but so much has changed. They've changed. The world changed. What are they now? Who are they now?

"What happened...to us?"

[scruncheduppaper]

can’t remember if i saved it or not but that one mouthwashing post i saw that said that “curly rehab aus are ableist” is insane and you guys should really think before you post

[lazycranberrydoodles]

COME ON GUYS DON'T LET DIANXIA DOWN

[pinkeoni]

When Will realizes that he has to die 😌

[apicelladonna]

"Love me quietly? Into the good night?"

"Never." he says, holding him tightly.

[worstloki]

Shout out to characters who are dead from the start

[asthedeathoflight]

Sequel to my post about who's responsible for Claudia's death bc actually I've realized that my problem isn't that I don't care whose fault it was. I just don't buy everyone's claim that Louis is the one who cares. There's this assumption that Louis should be the vessel for justice, that he should never forgive Armand for what he did and that's how Claudia will be avenged. But like. I just don't think that really makes sense.

Cause like the problem is, Louis already knew Armand was responsible for Claudia's death. No matter which way you slice it, the pivotal moment of betrayal is Armand leading the coven to the cafe and allowing Louis and Claudia to be captured. He could've averted the whole thing if he told Louis not to have Claudia and Madeleine come back to Paris. I cant see how Armand not warning Louis about the coven's plans isn't the lions share of his betrayal. And Louis already knew about that. So... What? Louis can forgive Armand lying to him for months and allowing his supposed subordinates to plan his murder and luring his sisterdaughter into a trap but he draws the line at... Contributing to the blocking?

Sure it's bad, but its not that much worse than what Louis already forgave him for. And I'm not saying Louis ought to forgive him for it! I find it baffling Louis ever forgave him in the first place! I personally would not marry the guy who betrayed me and led to the horrific murder of the person I loved most in the world whether or not I thought he was doing it reluctantly.

I don't buy the narrative that what Louis discovers in the finale is that Armand was more involved in Claudia's death because... he wasn't. Louis already knew he sat by and let her die. What changed for Louis in the finale is finding out Armand was also going to stand by and let HIM die. Louis turning on Armand isn't about Claudia. Its about himself. He could forgive Armand getting Claudia killed as long as Armand was the devoted savior who rescued him from the jaws of death.

I think people who act like the finale is Armand's comeuppance and that he's been deceiving Louis this whole time and now Louis is going to rightfully beat the shit out of him aren't overselling Armand's involvement, they're underselling it. If Louis decides he's never forgiving Armand now, that's not justice for Claudia. That's just another chapter in Louis du Pointe de Lac's tale of forgiving men for mistreating Claudia as long as he thinks they're being nice to him. He failed her in Paris when he decided to knowingly marry the man responsible for her murder to spite the man he allowed to abuse her.

[creatively-cosmic]

Perhaps in another lifetime, things could have been different.

[lovesickeros]

☆ the dove

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings violence, blood {☆} word count 0.7k

Her hands are weapons, forged in a tragedy as much as a war of ash and blood that seeps into the earth and rots it from within. To them, however, she is salvation. Her hands are a kindness, not a threat. She sees it in their puffy, red eyes just brimming with tears, their fragile body so delicate and weak is still remains marred by wounds new and old – the gold still stains their skin, even long after it had been washed away.

She has seen it all – and she takes the injured dove beneath her wing with the sickly sweet promise that someday she shall mend its broken wings and teach it to fly again.

And in their stupor, they do not see her clip their wings.

It is for the best.

The wolves still salivate below the nest, waiting for her little dove to fall again – no, she shall not send her little bird to fly when it will just fall into their waiting maws once again.

This..this one is hers, she has decided.

Her little bird who dreams of the sky and the woman who clips their wings..what a tragic pair they must make, she thinks.

Not for her, of course. Yet not to them, either, unaware of the way she grounds them and keeps the key to their cage tightly in her fist.

"Tsaritsa?" The soft, meek lilt of the little bird draws her from her reverie, and she smiles – all teeth and little else, wolfish and predatory.

Yet the bird sees nothing but love in the sharp points of her canines.

As it was meant to be.

"Yes, little bird?"

She coos in honeyed tones, brushing her cold, cold hands against their skin, reveling in the way they shiver and shake beneath the ever present chill in her very bones. They do not fear the claws that ghost across their skin, and the smile they offer that illuminates their eyes like stars only proves her right – she wants to devour them whole. To see the stars in their eyes burn out beneath her teeth, their golden blood burn upon her tongue and down her throat.

"You promised to take me to the gardens today, remember?"

Her pearly, sharpened fangs peer out beneath her lips as she grins wider, unnerving to all but the little bird who sees not the wolf but the wool it wears, her hands finding their place upon their shoulders as she whispers into their ear.

She will guide her little bird where they cannot go, where their clipped wings cannot take them.

She will give them that bittersweet taste of freedom and then watch them try to catch the stars..

Just to drag them back down to earth where they belong.

"Of course, Creator – I am a woman of my word, am I not?"

Such sickly sweet lies come to her with ease – she lies and she lies and they do not see past the woolen cloak of the wolf until its jaw has snapped around its throat and its blood has painted the world a shimmering gold.

She will delight in that, too.

"If I may be so bold, Creator, you have been distant lately..have you grown tired of me already?"

Her words were as sharp as a blade, yet as dull as a rock, as sweet as they were dangerous. Like watching a mouse trap luring in its prey, she would snap it shut as soon as the little bird strayed too close.

"No! No, that's not..you've just been busy lately, I didn't want to intrude."

They remind her so much of a rabbit in those moments, and she so badly wants to know what would happen if she just took a small, insignificant bite..yet she restrains herself with a far too wide smile, her jaw clenched so hard she almost thinks they will hear it creak.

"Intrude? You could ever hardly intrude, Creator – what is mine is yours. Though, perhaps I shall have to lock you in my room to ensure you compensate me for depriving me of your presence."

In just a few short words, she snares the rabbit – her little bird, her Creator. They will see nothing but the sickly sweet lure of her smile, letting out a pretty laugh of their own as they press closer, like a bird wandering into the open maw of the beast lying in wait.

"As long as it has a nice view, I suppose I won't mind."

They jest, but she does not. And oh, how easy it is to ensnare an unsuspecting prey.

"Of course, Creator – just for you."

It won't be long until her little bird returns to its gilded cage, now. Permanently.

It is better that way.

[carbonateds-oda]

SEVENTY TWO DEGREES IM GONNA KMS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[noiseemaster]

meet my son his name is maunder he has br-HOLY SHIT DID ANYONE ELSE JUST SEE THAT?

[heracleskarpusi]

i need to draw something other than hamlet art… anyways ophelia moment 😋

[t4tails]

still cant get over how bad they did wally in s2 of yj like first he doesnt show up until like the 4th episode then hes revealed to actually be super weak and not powerful at all compared to other speedsters and then he fucks off for 20 episodes until the season finale where he is killed for being too slow. okay!