#its been haunting the back of my mind ngl

[potetosaradas]

ive been thinking about a prickcest/rick/diane fic for awhile 🫠🫠

NOT a prickcest/diane threesome btw

More like Rick accidentally caught in the middle and is being pulled in two different directions kind of vibe but

[forgaeven1]

ifykyk : but are ur muses still at the restaurant

[dykekarkat]

hey I’ve seated myself on your couch PLEASE tell me more of your ghost andreil au it is beautiful and Oscar worthy to me

omg hi yes pls be seated im sorry this got slightly long and also took a bit!! also unsure if this even makes sense or is smth u will like but alas, i just kinda went wild. anyway thank you so much for the ask :)

i love getting a chance to talk about any and all of my aus. ghost andreil came about bcus im not a huge fan of the ghost x human relationship trope thing so i thought what if instead they were both ghosts...love beyond living is just so perfect for andreil...anyway long ramble ahead so ill put it under the cut <3

basic world building in my head is that ghosts are basically humans who are living on the Wrong Layer of the universe because they refuse to let go of their lives or have some unfinished business (normal ghost things). the supernatural isn't widely known about or believed in but there are ppl aware (like renee for instance). ghosts can touch other ghosts but not humans (duh) bcus i want andreil to fist fight and also to eventually have a physical relationship bcus it is important to me. too much interaction w physical objects depletes their energy, but the more will a ghost has the more energy they have (and by god are andreil willful little assholes).

renee and jean are both mediums! renee's been involved w the spiritual realm forever (gang related) while jean just thinks he's losing his mind slowly ^-^ renee is on a quest to help andrew move on (he hates this) but theyre still besties. meanwhile neil is desperately trying to prove that no he's not a hallucination (lol) and no jean should Not kill himself to join him. tbh idk if i want the moriyamas to be in the know or not, heavily debating over whether neil should be able to escape them through death or if he's forever cursed to be in debt to the mafia (depending on how angsty i want this to get).

NOW ON TO THE RELATIONSHIPS AKA THE FUN PART

- aaron is NOT having a good time in the beginning of this au. actively going through hell after losing a brother he just found and his mother. he's getting high most of the time, barely going to school, fully given up on himself, and Super Fucking Angry at Andrew. To Be Clear andrew didn't commit suicide but his normal canon i dont care about what happens to me attitude led to him dying while killing tilda. aaron DOES NOT KNOW that andrew killed her on purpose, but he's suspicious and angry as fuck anyway because andrew broke the deal (of staying together for high school). nicky still takes aaron in but nicky hadnt met andrew before his death so the tragedy for him is that andrew never rlly got a chance. andrew himself doesnt mind being dead (in his opinion its the same monotonous apathetic existence as he had living. which changes once he meets neil) but he's Pissed bcus he thinks aaron is throwing away his life. which in Andrew's opinion he did the hard part by getting rid of tilda (the problem). so andrew takes to haunting him by hiding his drugs and being a general nuisance to try and get him to school. i have not quite figured out how to get aaron to kick the drugs and get on palmetto w/o andrew ngl ^-^

- neil dies at the same time kevin broke his hand. riko snapped and neil pushed his buttons and refused to agree that riko was the best, so riko basically beats him to death and kevin gets his hand broken trying to stop it. a very tragic skiing accident indeed :(. kevin feels Extremely guilty over neil's death and jean practically forces him out of the nest, jean himself is basically resigned to joining his partner in death (smth neil is Not About). at this point andrew's been dead for two years? ish? and aaron is on the foxes as a freshman. neil splits his death time between trying to make things easier for jean and keep him from dying, and thwart kevin's attempts to go back to the nest in increasingly comical ways. meanwhile andrew is pissed about kevin bringing danger to aaron, so andreil are Fighting, i mean full on ghost fights where shit is levitating and lights are flickering and ppl are screaming because andrew wants kevon gone. eventually they do that line drawn across the center of the room to try and stay civil.

- eventually kevaaron start bonding and processing their grief over the loss of their brothers and fall in love at the same time, while andreil are also falling in love through asshole ghost mating rituals. major plot point would be renee using her séance powers to make kevaaron aware of their ghost protectors and a lot of drama unfolds from there (andrew reveals the murder stuff, aaron gets more pissed he died, aaron wants to banish him exorcise him in anger etc etc). the catalyst to andreils romantic relationship occurs bcus riko brings drake into the picture to hurt aaron(similar to canon), and neil basically almost ghost kills himself stopping him (expends too much energy in a short period of time) --> their relationship still doesnt start until a few months after this but it is the turning point for andrew being able to trust neil.

other small things:

lola is a contracted demon to nathan (unsure if moriyamas are aware).

nathan kills riko for killing neil (its a pride thing) and basically starts a war within the moriyamas. that neil Really does not know how to feel about, still terrified his father will be able to hurt him due to his knowledge of the occult (which may or may not be reasonable)

mary died trying to escape w neil so he went to the nest at 10 as planned. when he died and realized he was a ghost he looked for her immediately but she had moved on. it was probably more crushing to see that she could've stayed and watched over him and didnt than to witness her actual death.

tilda and mary moved on immediately after death (does heaven exist in this world??? hell?? dont ask me idk either)

pre andreil reveal nicky starts a channel to document their haunted college dorm. its one of the first things andreil bond over bcus they love starting shit nicky is so reactive. post andreil reveal nicky stops posting on it bcus it feels too weird to him, until neil is like hey i wanted to spell dick with the ouija board again :( and then nicky brings it back with gusto

[gabzilla-z]

ok quick thoughts, spoilers behind the cut.

Pros:

Halle. HALLE. H a l l e. Her voice, her face, her mannerisms. They took what made Ariel special in the animated movie and built on it and she was the perfect person to pull it off.

Her beauty was distracting.

So glad they finally got a singer for a live action, I couldn’t take another B&B autotuned disaster.

Made me want to get to the nearest rock and play mermaid ngl.

I had my doubts with Jonah but he did a great job with Eric, played the shy, kinda awkward potato prince charming to perfection. Loved that they expanded his backstory and his interest in adventure and the sea. Also A+ for the movie knowing he had a white shirt on while surrounded by water and using every chance it had to drench him.

Eric still being caring and worried about Ariel even under Ursula’s spell? 10/10 no notes.

He came to chew bubblegum and be dreamy and he was all out of bubblegum.

Halle and Jonah’s chemistry was insane, I need them to do ten movies making eyes at each other.

Seriously the movie could have been 2 hours of them interacting in that library and it would have been money well spent.

or just two hours of them being cute smol and tol in a boat idc

TRUE LOVE INDEED

Can’t wait for this movie to be out in D+ so I can reblog all the gifs.

Part of Your World and all reprises were ofc gorgeous. Vanessa’s Trick is haunting and exactly what one would want for a siren song. For the First Time is gorgeous and underrated, felt very Broadway-esque. Eric’s song was corny but in a good way.

The rest of the songs are adequate but are not as good as the original ones.

Gotta said, song aside, the Kiss the Girl scene was more endearing in this version. When she helps him figure out her name?

Melissa was good as Ursula and made the character her own, though I think she was not as scary as she could have been. Better than I expected, though.

The actress that plays Vanessa knew she had 5 minutes to make an impression and used them to the fullest. Delightful.

Cons:

The CGI felt unfinished and so did the color grading/lighting. I edited all the movie images in this post (just played with the saturation and the contrast) and I’m mediocre at best. HIRE TUMBLR EDITORS, DISNEY.

Halle deserved to wear more outfits, I can't believe Disney missed an opportunity to sell more dolls. Would have given her a dress for each day on land and the water dress. Mouse, I thought you liked money.

we could have had it all

Wanted more of her sisters tbh. And less Triton, Javier phoned it in imo. I know Triton and Ariel’s relationship is an important part of the original movie but idk if it was his half assed acting or me wanting more of the sisters, but I wasn’t moved.

Flounder's weird character design was saved by his stellar voice actor and Sebastian grew on me, he was hilarious. Scuttlefina was tolerable but gosh she’s always playing the same character, stop casting her in everything.

Less I say about Scuttlebutt the better. Kids are probably gonna love it, though.

The ending was kinda weird? It felt rushed and the battle with Ursula was disappointing. Which is a surprise because the OTHER stormy scene at night was wonderfully done. 

Up to Ursula taking Ariel back to the ocean it felt really cohesive but the second Triton appears to save her it was like they were trying to speed things up and it got... weird.

Didn’t mind Ariel being the one that killed Ursula, after everything she put her through.

Cannot believe the movie robbed us of Jonah screaming “I lost her once, I’m not gonna lose her again!”

Overall it was a well paced (up to the finale), entertaining, charming movie. Despite its faults, the only Disney live action I want to rewatch (outside MAYBE Cinderella).

8/10 Justice for the foam dress.

[qquicksllver]

when we were young fest was so much fun!!! I'll post a read more if you wanna read about me yapping about my day (I went sunday the 20th:) )

took the monorail and honestly best decision we made all weekend ngl it was so smooth and easy. I started bright and early with neck deep at 11:45, i'm still salty as fuck about this because why were they so early 😭😭😭 they were a cant miss band though so had to move my ass. they started their set before we got to the stage so had to run/walk while screaming along to serpents. played the entire album except they had to cut haunt you but honestly fine with that, it's my least fav on lnotgy so whatever, ben barlow saying free palestine I know that's right my king.

anyway next was state champs!!! my mf band!!!!!! the finer mf things!!!!!! I couldn't pit for them unfortunately as I have been dealing with back pain (I don't know what it is) and i have beef with them which I will bitch to them about the next time I see them because they cut my absolute favorite song from the finer things, mind bottled! how could they do this to me!!!! yes we got everybody but you with ben but at what cost? I wanna hear mind bottled for once in my life!!!! they also cut over the line in favor of secrets but I didn't even notice because I was too mad about mind bottled. why would they do me like that. They way my jaw dropped lmfaoooooooo champs I'm coming for yalls asses be aware

Then we went to the main stages for cobra starship and simple plan. sat in the grass and listened to cobra starship, I wanted to hear snakes on a plane!!!! wish william beckett was there smh. simple plan was simple plan lol my bf wanted to hear welcome to my life so we stayed until then and then left. THEN THEY PLAYED WHERE I BELONG, BUT BROUGHT OUT DEREK FROM STATE CHAMPS! when I tell u I stopped dead in my tracks and turned tf around, thats the only simple plan song I fuck heavy with and it was the biblically accurate version. Derek discanio you will always be my king and i made sure everyone around me knew that lmfao

Break time in the grass hehe with some giant pizza.. preparing for the longest 5 hours of my mf life.

pierce the veil time because collide with the sky is a masterpiece. the crowd was god awful at this point it was so fucking annoying and I was in the back but whatever I got to hear one hundred sleepless nights live and biblically accurate king for a day so who gaf about the shit crowd. The girls around me during king for a day were great we needed more of that energy earlier during their set because I unfortunately couldn't give much energy due to my back it hurt so had and so did me feet and it was only the beginning lmfao

Jimmy eat world was good but man them songs were so boring if you don't know them which I don't 😭😭😭😭 how many slow songs does one album need like damn pick it up a little. I respect them though they sounded great just not what I was in the mood for when my feet were dying lmfao

a day to remember always kicks ass its unfortunate they are the way they are. I was already at the fest they do not get my money directly anymore before any of you come at me I haven't voluntarily listened to them in awhile. the juxtaposition going from ptv to Jimmy eat world to adtr 😭😭😭 then to fucking fall out boy was so funny

speaking of mf fall out boy I love them so much 😭😭 I used up all my energy for the first half of their set I was dead for the second half. I finally got to hear chicago is so two years ago live by them and not just a cover and they played mf thriller!!!!!!!!! One of my favs from ioh I was so fucking happy I didn't expect it. I was carrying the crowd in my section cause no one knew the words to anything but the basics lmfao and the 8 ball being cupids chokehold!!!! The way I screamed when Travie Mccoy came out, TAKE A LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND. SHES THE ONLY ONE I GOT 📣📣📣📣📣📣📣 insane honestly I love fob so fucking much 😭😭😭

and then the main event, the main reason I flew all the way to vegas, my chemical romance playing the black parade 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 I WISH it was three cheers but the black parade made more sense and it means they had to play the sharpest lives. they were so fucking good and they looked so good 😭😭😭 I hope they continue to play more shows because I need to see them again, genuinely no band will ever hit for me like mcr does. They've been my favorite band since 2010 and I was so grateful for the opportunity to see them perform tbp in full. the sharpest lives fixed me and disenchanted made me cry like a little bitch. I wish I was closer but I was not fighting thru that crowd I simply did not have the energy. I wish I had more energy for their set but my legs, feet, back were so sore and I could barely move lmfao. Also the crowd around me sucked as usual I hate festival crowds they are all so lame and boring like learn the fucking words please 😭😭

anyway I had a great time, it was so worth all the money that we spent, I have some minor complaints about the fest but nothing too crazy

[catoz0]

A hug from your nephew

Yo! I recommend that you read a hug from dad first if you want this to make any kind of sense, you can find it on my account, but this is a continuation of that. We get to meet Henry which is fun but Henry is very sad which is till kinda fun to write ngl so enjoy!

“May I come in” Henry asks politely

Evan blinks at him from the gap in his apartment door, not saying anything

Henry really, really really does not want to be here but he doesn't have any other choice, the events of yesterday however necessitate it. The events in question? Henry has no idea and that's the whole issue. Some part him is saying that he should have expected this letting Evan getting involved, that he should have expected this but he, he just a little boy in a far too big hospital gown clinging to him as if afraid he might disappear too, He just couldn't refuse him

Which brings them back to the matter at hand.

The mystery as to what had occurred when Evan had descended underground, these are the facts that Henry knows for a absolute certainty.

One of the lures on the western side of the tunnels had gone offline, any attempts that he or Evan had made to bring it back remotely hadn't worked.

While Henry was distracted and trying to figure out a solution, Evan grim determination etched onto his face had snagged a bag of tools and headed for the maintenance hatch that led into the dark tunnels below

Ignoring both his protests and Cassidy's surprise he had slipped inside, he still had his radio on him but Henry couldn't risk drawing attention to him so hadn't dared to even try and contact him to get him to come back. He still doesn't like thinking of when the realisation had him that all he could do was stand there and wait, a kind of cold dawning horror nauseating in its familiarity.

He was gone for twenty paralysing minutes

The moments of tension were only broken when Cassidy not thinking (or Henry hoped to god was it was that rather than an act of malice) had tried to establish contact over the radio

Twenty minutes after he had descended into the dark Evan had pulled himself out of the tunnels with a kind of desperation that Cassidy had snidely remarked looked like a kitten dragging itself out of a drain pipe.

There had been something haunted in his gaze, something that Henry hadn't wanted to look at so when he quietly said that the lure was repaired and asked to go home Henry had allowed him.

Coward a part of him had hissed.

But he was so close to the end and he couldn't risk anything ruining it so he looked up the address that Evan had put in his file and had set out.

Evan lives in a derelict apartment building on the outskirts of the city a building seemingly slumping under its own weight peeling pink paint covers it soured to a more vague approximation of the colour the front steps leading up to the door are cracked and worn. The elevator is denoted as out of order by an old faded sign so Henry takes the stares to the 5th floor. Looking around had made something in his chest ache. Memories of Williams house how big and well kept it was flash before his eyes as he takes in the state of the building.

He ignores all of those thoughts and focuses on the boy in front of him

The moment stretches into something uncomfortable and Henry begins to think Evan is going to shut the door in his face but his gaze turns downcast as he steps away from the door and lets Henry inside.

After Evans quiet insistence he toes off his shoes in the entryway and leaves them lined up next to Evans, satisfied Evan turns and heads into the apartment and Henry takes the opportunity to have a look around.

Its very small, and clearly built with only one occupant in mind. The layout seems to consist of one main room that is both Kitchen and living area he spies two doors near the north wall both shut that probably lead to the bathroom and bedroom.

On the left hand side is the kitchen area well kept and very clean. The living area side of the room is taken up mainly by an old battered couch, there's blankets strewn around it and Henry spots places where its been sewn back together again, in front of the couch is an end table. There is an open notebook sitting on top of it with a stack of paper and what looks like files neatly lined up. Next to it is one of the ugliest old laptops Henry has ever seen in his fucking life. It looks to have been frankensteined together from 3 others, a mess of clashing colours where the different casings fit together and certain parts stick out and overlap where Evan clearly hadn't been able to get them to fit together. There is also a space where it looks like the disk drive had fallen out, Henry thinks he could possibly fit his entire hand inside. Despite it general… state its humming away, both the front and back of it are lined with sticky notes carefully placed as to not obscure the screen. Henry has suspected that Evan must have been doing his own kind of research and getting a solid confirmation of it is good. Below the end table is absolutely packed with books, Fitted together to use up as much space as effectively as he can

There is a Tv stand with an old chunky tv, underneath it is a selection of games carefully shelved the game console itself is next to it with its controller rolled up and set on top of it.

Just behind the couch is a surprisingly large window with a simple transparent white curtain blowing gently in the breeze. The window is completely mobbed with plants some are in standard pots but quite are a lot are growing out of old bottles, milk cartons even some out of machine casings . Clearly anything Evan could get his hands on, upon closer look he spots greenery in every corner of the apartment, in the corners, by the sink everywhere something green. Instead of making the small space seem even more cramped it adds to it instead, the whole apartment smells fresh tinted by the night air coming in through the only window.

Its small and cramped but clearly well loved and well lived in, the pit in his stomach that had opened upon initially catching sight of the apartment building alleviates somewhat.

Which brings him back to the apartments occupant.

Evan seats himself on the couch, arms crossed and absolutely refusing to meet Henrys eyes.

Its time

“What happened down in the tunnels Evan?” Getting straight to the point

Evan finally meets his gaze

Tired does not seem a large enough word for how the kid looks, fatigue seems to be literal weight on his shoulders. For the first time Henry lets himself notice the things he had tried to ignore, the dark bag under his eyes the collar bone jutting out under his thin shirt.

For a beat Evan doesn't say anything but just as Henry's about to open his mouth he turns his gaze towards him single green eye empty and Lost, for a beat longer he says nothing but then he discovers something in the lines of Henrys face and he looks a little less present “Why are you asking me that Mr Emily?” the line is said in barely more than a whisper but it seems to rebound around the small apartment.

A memory then unbidden, William standing half enshrouded in the gloom of his basement with that soft wistful smile that he reserved for a very few.

“Why are you asking me the answer to a question that you don't have, Darling?”

“Oh”, Henry says simply. And something in the smooth façade of Evans face finally cracks you knew he says for a brief second anger flashes onto his face, “you knew and you didn't tell me, his lips pull back from his teeth in a snarl you didn't even try!” Evan leans forward hunching his shoulders fingers twisting into the fabric of the couch.

But then the energy goes out of him and he visibly slumps, “you knew” he murmurs again but this time its empty with a sort of hollow acceptance that strikes Henry to his core and suddenly then

A little boy with half his face covered in bandages gazing at him from the gap in a stairs banister

A old puppet left to rot away reaching out a shaking hand towards him

Henry looks away first.

Evan swipes at his eyes and turns his gaze to the floor.

The silence is oppressive

This conversation is over

But then something that Henry does not expect and does not deserve

Evan releases a shaky breath gets up from the couch and pads over, Henry doesn't move simply watches Evan approach with a small amount of trepidation. Henry doesn't think that Evan is going to hit him but he cant exactly say that it would be undeserved, but Evan doesn't strike him.

Instead he moves forward and wraps his arms around him, for the first time Henry realises that he's taller than him now, not by a lot and its not particularly impressive but he cant stop the small smile it brings to his face anyway. Henry has no preconceived notions about this, he does not deserve this hug and he doesn't deserve Evans forgiveness but Evan clearly needs it so Henry hugs him back anyway.

An Uncle and his nephew alone in a crumbling apartment building, ghost reach forward to tug at them, to lean forward and whisper truths that they cannot hear but for just this moment both of them can pretend that everything is going to be okay.

[aleenya]

hi, i know you’ve probably been asked this a million times but i just reread your saebyeok/jiyeong fanfic on ao3 with the new season coming out! it’s genuinely amazing and i completely understand if you’ve decided to no longer post for any reason, but I just wanted to know if i should keep a lookout for the next parts or not. it’s such an amazing story, and rereading it reminded me why it’s been in my bookmarks for 4 years lmao but seriously i’m totally sorry if you’ve gotten this question a million times, i just wanted to know!

omg hi!!! pls dont apologize, aaa this is so nice to hear <3 ive noticed the influx of new comments/bookmarks on that fic, its genuinely been so lovely to see. im ngl i get pretty bad writing anxiety, and when i started writing that fic, i never expected it to get much attention or to have the amount of ppl commenting saying that they'd attached to it so strongly ... it was so cool and so surprising and also. so so terrifying. LMAO. especially as i wrote it to be pretty self indulgent. (i love timeloops sm and i mostly wanted to use the timeloop as a background device to explore saebyeok/jiyeong. who dont really get much canon screen time together all things considered yet have one of the biggest emotional moments in the show. doomed yuri ftw.)

all this to say -- i got anxious, esp about my writing, then awful life stuff got in the way, and then my draft just kinda sat there staring at me lol. i am a chronic late updater (i once updated a fic after five years </3 i dont really leave fandoms so the fandoms ive written for are never actually too far from my mind.) so, yes, i can confirm i am finishing it. my fiancee has been badgering me for four years to go back to it and ive slowly been chipping away at the writing process. it will be done and, length-wise, itll also be extra long as theres a lot to get through. i dont want to say when bc deadlines give me anxiety, but its in process and i will update once im ready :)

id love to see this fic through to the end, ive had sm fun writing it and expanding on the characters and just kinda going feral with all the different possibilities. one of my fave scenes that i ever wrote was the battle royale dinner scene with the violence and the fucking deer antler and the like. ricochet effect of a certain decision saebyeok made earlier in the chapter + it coming back to haunt her here. (gihun and saebyeok violencing each other makes me sick so naturally i write it happening several times. 💀🤡)

writing it reminded me of why i love writing, why i love timeloops, and, i suppose at its core, why i love fanfiction most of all.

sorry for the essay lol u probs just wanted a simple yes or no SKFGXDH ANYWAY YES . and thank you for reaching out <3 it really makes my day!!!

[nukacourier]

(My courier six lol)

(Uhhh he always wears things that obscure his face when w/ the legion or in uniform)

Galileo Numicius- first Travels-many-Trails, then Omari, and now sometimes Evan Davis, is as his name suggests… legion. This isn’t 100% by choice however, t’was both forced and well, partially a side effect of him being overly… hopeful? As a teen- having found the legion when exploring (he had multiple… public identities sorta? Already at this point- and loved to just go into towns and learn all about ‘em, hence the Omari thing lol), and genuinely believing from their words that they wanted to help make the wastelands safer. Alas bro had to watch his parents get well, y’know.

He did, however, become one of the first frumentari (def there before Vulpes at the very least)

Fast forward a bit, woagh, bros in his late 40s, Mojave time wahoo- he was in plainclothes on the trails by himself when he spooked the actual courier six and had to ‘kill em, just took the chip and stuff because it seemed odd- aaand of course that later resulted in him getting shot in the head.

Game story wise, kills benny, goes to that canyon but helps whatstheirname instead of the in game one, he makes deals with as many groups as possible- as well as one less my by oc Adrasteia who technically split off from the pre white glove group, DOES NOT have a great time at the sierra madre- locks bro in the vault hehe, misc info gathering from my oc Jean, nukes the ncr after lonesome road, and well, Legion victory- then ofc kills jean 💀

but well… that thing on the back of his mind that has been bothering him for so so long finally consumes him- what the hell is he doing? The legion has been lying to him, they never helped anyone! Its just killing and pain over and over again in an endless cycle. But kinda gets zapped to big mt before he can process that, yay Grandpa Mobius. Stays there for a while afterwards, before well, wiping out the legion’s leaders and nuking their capital. Kinda easy when you’re so modified that you’re more machine then human at this point even if it doesn’t look like it

technically canonically after that he just, walks out to the desert and starves himself to death but I meannn

But yeah, he was never loyal to the legion because he’s a bad guy- hell the bad things he did haunted him endlessly- but he was just… too… whats the word not hopeful exactly… that in the end they were genuinely going to change things to be y’know, good. But he was just used his whole life and it disgusts him almost as much as he was disgusted by himself. Alongside this he has so many disguises that basically nobody knows the real him, and nobody knows how he feels deep down inside, probably unhealthy ngl he’s suffering.

random facts ig lol

He’s very much aro ase, but is not against initiating romantic relationships while gathering information.

He actually… Surprisingly enjoyed Big Mt- yeah sure his organs were stolen, but he pretty much combed the whole place doing all the tests and what not… After the arc, and hoover dam, he was known to visit frequently simply to talk to the think tank. (He also had a rather long- positive- talk with his brain, they both agreed to reunite, but Galileo feels a bit weird that his own brain is the only ‘person’ he’ ever truly agreed with)

Bro literally reads boring ass psychology books whyyy

Mobius is kind of an adoptive grandpa to him?

Galileo’s ENTIRE life has been devoted to his extreme desire to make the wasteland safer, and a better place for humanity- by discretely nudging things around in the background, and researching prewar texts. He desperately hopes that by the end of his life, the difference will be noticeable… But lately he’s begun to realize that the Legion’s original goal seems to have grown greatly corrupted…

Galileo is technically a certified surgeon, although he more-so learned this just in case he was all alone, and injured.

He has quite a few implants, alongside the cybernetically augmented organs from big mt.

Children sort of intimidate him- any time he’s around them he’ terrified they’ll be injured under his watch, as they seem downright unpredictable.

However, his ‘close friends’ don’t actually know him as himself, and are rather friends with one of his personas. He does somewhat enjoy hanging out with most of them (rip Jean, he did NOT like you 😔✌️), but personally feels he can’t truly have friends. After all, happiness may cause him to slow down, and care less about his mission. At least, thats how he thinks

Extreme photophobia- but his night vision is quite good.

Loves cross dressing and doing makeup.

Legion uniform + usual outfit when as / pretending to be Evan Davis

Unfortunately James himself is very distrustful of the Legion (reasonably) and tends to be very, very hard headed when having to speak with any of their members. But, that being said, if it was a situation like Ulysses where he met him after defecting from the Legion—he'd probably feel sympathetic since he managed to break from the viscous cycle. Although probably still holds some uneasy feelings and mistrust because of the Legion history

James does tend to be very interested in hearing people's stories, so at least that probably gives your Courier a bit more of a boost in the way he'd be intrigued enough to listen

Although it's hard to lie to James, he's good at picking out inconsistencies and applying logic in people's stories (thanks to his 10 INT and high perception) so I feel like he wouldn't want to listen unless he was sure he was being presented with something true

They might have a chance to bond over both being unwilling experiments-turned-friends of the Think Tank however

[blueiight]

Okay yay! I’ve been thinking about this all day and thought it’d be fun to ask you 🤗

I was thinking Armand at first for me. But I think it might actually be Lestat tbh! I think i. some ways I have things he tends to latch onto.

I wouldn’t want to be turned by Armand bc from what I learned about him and Daniel idk and if Im not wrong doesn’t he not want to turn people? like what state would i have to be in order for that to happen. I almost feel like i would rather already be a vamp of i had to encounter Armand ngl. I only want to be turned by Louis if its like he’s genuinely saving my life and I asked otherwise I dont think it would be very enjoyable. idk anything about the books so hopefully i’d be an exception to the fail fledglings lol. think i’d end up leaving him tho and doing my own thing. Lestat….it almost seems like he would back me into the corner and whether i chose him or not I’d be turned so if you know some witches then HELP MEE!!!

I only dont want Louis to kill me bc i feel like the whole ting would be so sad. He would be so upset by it. bc Im black and queer now Im comforting him like “its okay Louis your a vamp its in your nature!” while he killing me all tortured! Armand would enjoy himself tooooo much. He experimental and shiiii idk. Lestat, I only choose him bc I feel like there’s a chance I might get that little orgasm trick he does at some point in the night like it might not be to the rings of saturn and back but I might have a point were i’m enjoying myself. 🫣

Im obsessed w how u think fr. well its also like book dan was in a shitshow of his own creation of sorts , armand finds him when hes broke as fuck after blowing the bag he got from in universe interview release on bullshit. armand’s aversion to turning dan specifically was bc daniel was his sort of ‘mentor in humanity’ & the nature of their relationship changed when daniel was turned. theres a whole rigmarole that goes into armand’s aversion to turning others in general thats tied to some foundational shit in how he see himself & stuff from way back in his day namely w losing his human companions to the ~dark gift~ tho not of his volition but bc mari thought turning syb + ben would make mand feel less alone oss.. but show mand w assad sexy self can find me & ill change his mind ;^)but i digress lol the type of witches i mess w would give u some good things to evade the evil gay demons haunting me& u loll. and no awww ur so sweet to louis.. i like to see him tormented lolz. i want louis to kill me precisely bc im also a black queer[bi] woman… ima be like come take this dick[my body, my blood, flesh] like niggas like u always do smfh ;^). it dont make sense but nobody ever called blueiight a genius. i jus like to see lou sad & ur so real for the les orgasm trick. hopefully all 3 of them know how to get down. n get freaky. we need more sexy feeding scenes in s2

[strobbylemonade]

accompanying progress photos

edit: here's the sinner quotes in case the vfx are too strong. and you're not bothered to scroll to every half second. btw i kept all the spellings of names from the translations i used to prevent confusion. but it is still pretty confusing.

yi sang (the end poem of The Wings): I stopped my pace and wanted to shout. Wings, spread out again! Fly. Fly. Let me fly once more. Let me fly just once more

faust (god talks to mephistopheles about faust): He drives his spirit outwards, far, / Half-conscious of its maddened dart: / From Heaven demands the brightest star, / And from the Earth, Joy’s highest art / And all the near and all the far, / [But] Fails to release his throbbing heart.

don quixote (idk the context i stole it off of goodreads ngl): When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams — this may be madness. Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!

ryoshu (yoshihide, her inspiration, requested to watch a woman be burnt in a carriage so he could finish his portrait of hell. the emperor agrees to his request but burns his daughter instead): No longer did his eyes seem to mirror the image of his daughter's agonised death. His eyes seemed to delight beyond measure in the beautiful color of the flame and the form of the woman writing in her last infernal tortures.

meursault (at the end of the novel, before his execution, he realises the world doesn't care for him, and gains happiness through this realisation): As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.

hong lu (pao yu/baoyu/hong lu discovers his soulmate died on the day of his arranged marriage, and falls into such a suicidal depression that his soul slips into the spirit world): Utterly broken, Pao Yu sank back on his pillows. It became black as lacquer before his eyes, and his spirit became lost in the semidarkness of a distant dreamland.

heathcliff (i don't think i need to explain this one): Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you—haunt me then. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

ishmael (don't need to explain this one either): Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.

rodya (sonia confronts rodion about his actions and he goes on a mad rant to her while trying to justify his actions, scaring sonia in the process. i thought this one was really good for rodya's "stagnation" in tkt): Did I murder the old woman? I murdered myself, not her! I crushed myself once for all, for ever…. But it was the devil that killed that old woman, not I. Enough, enough, Sonia, enough! Let me be!’ he cried in a sudden spasm of agony, ‘let me be!’

dante (another goodreads victim. appropriate for their job as manager): Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people.

sinclair (he comes to terms with his childhood ending - demian has dealt with kromer's bullying, but sinclair feels forever changed by kromer introducing him to sin/crime): What had once been Franz Kromer was now embedded in me. And in this way the 'other world' was gaining power over me from outside.

outis (ulysses returns home to his wife penelope, who assumes he is dead. in their house, he pretends to be a stranger to her): So here inside your home, question me about anything you wish except my family or native land, in case you fill my heart with still more grief, as I remember them.

gregor (his final thoughts before his slow suicide by starvation. i included the family line for irony. the apple in his back was thrown at him by his father): The rotting apple in his back and the inflamed area around it already hardly troubled him. He thought of his family with tenderness and love.

virgillius (virgil's introduction in Inferno): I will be thy guide, / And lead thee hence through the eternal place, / Where thou shalt hear the desperate lamentations, / Shalt see the ancient spirits disconsolate, / Who cry out each one for the second death.

charon (this is from Aenid, a latin epic poem by Virgil, the poet who inspired virgil in Inferno): The sullen boatman admits sometimes these, sometimes those; while others to a great distance removed, he debars from the banks.

and a sigmund freud quote about ego: Driven by the id, confined by the superego, repulsed by reality.

also more details in order of when they appear:

angela is far paler in her pale librarian form than her lobcorp form (i SHOULD HAVE included her eye pattern in her lobcorp form but i didnt)

benjamin's broken heart at the first “give me your heart ringing like” which is covered by his tie. some symbolism for him putting aside his morals to work for ayin (speaking of i really wish i included more ayin and carmen in here)

my friend called the pose where angela puts out her hand to roland the 'angela ibuprofen' and i cant stop thinking about it (said friend’s friend then sent her this video)

the first ... --- ... has the dots cover roland's face to mimic his perception blocking mask. the dashes show up in the order angela cuts off his limbs at the start of lor

lobcorp yesod is looking at malkuth because her death is what pushed him over the edge to develop contamination paranoia. also i thought it was weird they mention he was covered head to toe but he wore a crewneck t-shirt and an open labcoat so i changed it to closed labcoat + turtleneck

lobcorp hod has enkephalin on her hands because she feels guilty for what happened to netzach, both his death and addiction

enoch is completely uninjured in the lobcorp flashback

this is just hard to see but the crib is on the left of roland's flashback where he's sitting on the couch

i'm really satisfied with the gebura to olivier transition. yipeee.

puppet angelica's heart is exposed although its pretty hard to see

binah/hokma's 'hearts' are references to their lobcorp breakdown form

i forgot to colour in leviathan vergillius' eyes orz

and when the end credits start rolling the text changes to the taglines of the games (e.g. it says 'song: Face the Fear, Build the Future')

SAVE THIS GAME MR. A

[strawberrystepmom]

Hi!! I keep forgetting to send in my astrology ask but I was hoping to get one of the sexuality readings~ this is an aspect of my chart I’ve always had trouble deciphering on my own for some reason and I’d love to hear your input :)

I’m a Pisces sun, Aries moon and mars, and Aquarius Venus and Neptune. I don’t remember if you wanted houses or not, but Neptune is in II, sun and Venus are in III, and moon and mars are in IV

Also I can’t believe you’re willing to do this for all of us just for funsies 😭 you are truly such a sweetheart and just know that I’d pay you so much money to do like a chart breakdown with me if you ever let us <3 thank you Kendall ily

sexuality readings have actually been another one of the highlights of this event for me ngl. i love being sexually empowered and as weird as it sounds, being in touch with myself in an astrological sense as helped me discover a LOT over time and ofc this isn't science it's just for fun but if the things i say resonate then i've done my job. i'm happy to do it and to help people find their freedom and possibly freak!!! I LOVE U!!!!! let's go let's go let's go.

Honestly, thank you for including your houses here because I find it really interesting how many of them are shared. Especially sun/venus in the third so let’s start there and work our way through.

Typically, the third house is the house that influences communication and sharing, information or otherwise. It’s a house that emphasizes identity and expressing yourself however that may look depending on what placements are there. It also emphasizes ephemera - enjoying the moment, how you look back on memories and the activities you were doing in those moments. 

The way this ties into sexuality can look one of two ways. 

One, you could be a person who is cautious about the physical aspects of relationships. You don’t want to be haunted by something forever especially with that sensitive Pisces sun here. You do have other supportive placements that lead me to believe this may not be the case and even the Aries you share this space with probably makes you a tad more aligned with the second way this can manifest.

The second way, you ask? A fairly blase attitude toward the emotional aspects of sex. It’s just not something you feel the need to have deep emotional bonds with someone to enjoy which honestly…fuck yeah. 

That’s not to say that you aren’t an emotional person but these specific experiences don’t have to be mind blowingly emotional and soggy and intimate to be enjoyable for you. In fact, you may want passion but desire the actual feelings aspect of it all less. Perhaps you like it antagonistic, a lot of dirty talking and mouthing off from either yourself or your partner. You like that spark, that smoke that slowly starts to rise, but you aren’t really putting your heart on the line. It’s simply not that deep.

The placements specifically that lead me to believe you may be like this are Aquarius venus and neptune both. Aquarius is a master of detachment. It chooses exactly where to devote its feelings to and once they’re there, they’re there and never leave, but it’s choosy. The more unaffected it is the more it thrives. The more shapeless a relationship is, the more likely Aquarius is to keep choosing it. Love evolves, sexuality evolves, we all change and we experiment and we grow and Aquarius values that highly. 

I also appreciate the moon/mars in the fourth house together although I will say that Aries and Mars, especially combined, sometimes finds itself unsure of when to say enough is enough. This is a placement that is common to see in people who really love to fight or fuck. That’s a very vulgar way to approach it but it’s true - they’re bold and lusty, good at talking and sticking with people. You may find yourself caught in cycles of fighting to make up sex. Aries can convince you that fighting is passion when really it’s just fighting so be mindful about your crusades and if they’re really worth it. The sex may be good but the long term effects of the fight may make it a little less sweet.

[psychoticwillgraham]

this is the small bit of what I’ve got so far for the medium will/ghost hannibal au and ngl i kinda made myself cry a bit while writing this last night. gonna go over it later and add more stuff, but this is what I’ve got so far. and yes, i took a LOT of liberties with Will’s backstory so yeah. there’s definitely some inconsistencies in here and some clumsy wording, but I wrote this at 10:30pm when i was falling asleep at my phone.

TW: gun violence, domestic violence, and implied child abuse

Death followed Will Graham wherever he went, even into the deepest corners of his mind.

It seeped into every facet of his life and his literal being, painting his insides and deepest, darkest thoughts in a thick, black, suffocating tar. No matter what he did, death wouldn’t release its hold on him. No, not even once he was dead himself. The shadow of it had loomed large over him since he was born, clawing its way into his reality. At the tender age of five years old, Will’s mother had ‘suddenly vanished’ with the only witnesses being his father and himself. He hadn’t remembered everything, since most of it had been blocked out of his mind, locked away in the depths of his very soul, but he did remember one thing.

The sound of the gunshot, the wide, blank stare of his mother’s dead eyes as she slumped to the floor, bits of brain matter and blood clinging to Will’s clothes and unruly curls, and his own screaming. He remembered the sharp, nauseating smell of bleach on the hardwood floors of their home, his father barking orders at him to scrub the floor clean and look away as he carried the limp, cold, lifeless body of his mother out back, into the bottomless swamps of their property. The bleach had stung his nose and brought tears to his eyes as his small, trembling hands went to work, erasing the evidence of what had just transpired. In the early twilight hours of that muggy, humid summer night, Will’s father had returned from his grim mission, now stone cold sober and exhausted. Will had tucked himself into bed that night in his father’s absence, sobbing to himself, alone and in shock in his small, dark room.

He didn’t sleep, not truly, for a whole month afterward. His nightmares were plagued with the image of his mother’s ghost haunting the swamps around their home, her arms reaching from the muck to drag him in with her, kicking and screaming, only for his cries to go unheard. He could almost still feel the phantom sensations of choking on the thick, murky water as it flooded his lungs, clogging them full of the muck of the swamp until it weighed him down to the very bottom of the bayou. Whenever he awoke, he would be soaked in sweat, screaming himself awake and coughing, trying to expel the water from his lungs that never existed.

The worst thing though, was the deep seated guilt he felt for not doing anything to help her. For helping to cover it up, to pretend it never happened when asked by law enforcement. An investigation was never opened, and she was never declared dead. Just missing, perhaps wandering off into the swamplands of Louisiana, like countless other poor souls before her. Another nameless face consumed by the endless hunger of Mother Nature. Will hadn’t dared speak the truth, lest he suffer the same fate as her. The only relief he’d ever get was the fact that he’d made it out of that house alive, and to make his life worth something. That, and the knowledge that his father had died as he lived, poor and destitute, a drunkard and forgotten.

When Will learned of his death, he was already gone, in college and bettering himself, making a future for himself where he’d be respected. He’d returned home, to the town he was born in, raised in, and claimed his father’s body for burial. He got it released to him as his only surviving relative and did what only felt right.

He took his body to the swamplands on their property where his father had unceremoniously fed his mother to them, and tossed it without a single tear shed and no qualms about it into the water. He’d felt no guilt at the time, and still didn’t to this day. In truth, it wasn’t entirely his own decision. It’d been his mother’s, her ghost appearing to him mere months after her death, and haunting him, following him wherever he went. He’d accumulated other ghosts along the way, most of them having let him be eventually. But not her. Not until the moment he dumped his father’s worthless body into the swamp. She had appeared to him in his small, pitiful boat, with her shimmering hand on his shoulder, her touch as gentle as it ever was.

“I forgive you, Will,” she’d whispered into his ear, as Will had finally let the dam of his emotions break, the years of repressed sorrow and trauma flowing freely. She’d looked as she had the night she died, her long, brown hair messy and tangled from sleep, her white nightgown enveloping her small frame. The only difference was that her skull was open, gaping and bloody where a chunk of it had been blown off from the force of the bullet. Still, she’d smiled down at him, shushing him as he’d sobbed, curling in on himself on that lone boat in the bayou, with only her and the nighttime wildlife singing their hymns around them in the light of the full moon.

[beyourownanchor6]

Lol you are right, we keep coming back!

Oh it definitely got weird. And they tried to integrate it with the cwtv multiverse and it got even weirder because of spoilers but basically in integrating it they contradicted events of the original series

Lmao the ending of arrow was so bad. The ending of Supergirl made it impossible for Superman and Lois to take place in the same universe because she fucked up the bag. Legends got canceled without any ceremony and it ended on a cliffhanger. Black Lightning was great but it also ended too soon. The ending of The Flash was very disappointing. Basically nobody stuck the landing.

Oh god i wish i could forget the school shooting episode. It wasn't even traumatic (and i'm saying this as someone who survived two separate Activr Gunman Situations in junior high and high school), it was just bad. And i never saw that episode of one tree hill (i only watched a handful of episodes, i was firmly a The OC kid), what was that like? And you're right, they probably wanted to steer clear of the controversy.

OMG I FORGOT VENOM WAS MARVEL 😂😂 Yeah, Symbrock is also one of my ships. I don't care for deadpool but i do like spideypool. Also MattFoggy from Daredevil (my absolute favorite marvel hero).

Omg same. My goal is at least 12 books in the year and to cut down half of my Read Later from AO3. I wanna get through the buddie backlog so i can get into BuckTommy, and i do wanna get back into Sterek. Also you definitely got time to read 10 books! Good luck!

Okay, glad i'm not annoying you. I worry about that sometimes. Lol honestly the readmore is a good move, wish i could do it on asks too. I think i'm gonna stick to asks for a bit cause i love that i have a tag on your blog, but in the near future i'll switch to DMs.

it’s a hellsite, but it’s our hellsite? something like that 😅

the cw multiverse sure was…something wasn’t it? they were definitely reaching with a lot of those episodes and storylines.

i’ve erased it from my memory it was so awful 😂 i tried to watch supergirl twice and ending up quitting it both times; thankfully didn’t come back a third. omg legends! that show was sooo good the first couple of seasons, then they got rid of half the main cast and then it became the reject show. they truly had no idea what to do with it. i never watched black lighting; tried to stay clear of more of those shows after all the others lol. i also stopped the flash before the last couple of seasons bc it was becoming like arrow and i wasn’t going through that again lol. they were definitely all—something lol.

oh wow, that’s intense. sorry you had to go through that; that’s so awful. the oth one was definitely intense. i think a big part of it had to do with how it affected the storyline as a whole, but the way they put it together was definitely very haunting. it’s ironically one of the best episodes i do believe. i also love me some oc. i’ve been thinking of rewatching that one lately lol.

venom my most beloved! ngl a lot of that could have to do with tom hardy 🤣 but i do love the character as well! i can’t wait for the new one. i’ve seen a lot of people are into spideypool but it doesn’t speak to me i guess lol. loveeee daredevil. i miss when all the marvel netflix shows were a thing ngl lol

i got my marked for later down to 4 or 5 pages? so ig i have that going for me 😅 my problem right now is that i’m wanting to read for multiple fandoms and my buddie brainrot has kinda disappeared, so now my marked for later is stuck. i did buy 2 new books today, so there’s hope! good luck on both your goals! there’s still lots of time left this year!

no, not at all! if i don’t reply right away its bc i either don’t have beans atm or i just don’t have the attention span, so once the notification disappears (if it even comes) its out of sight out of mind lol. but definitely not annoying me ever! i love giving people their own little tags 😎

[cielsosinfel]

its 4am so i need to log OFF and go to BED but my mind is spinning with dishonored dishonored dishonored. this game really meant the world to me when i was... fucking... 18 years old lmao wow. i'm really not very far at all, i have just made my way to Claring Blvd, but some thoughts, i guess:

for a game that came out on consoles in 2012, it looks amazing. the stylization aged very VERY well even if some gameplay elements didn't. (and to be honest, the gameplay isn't as clunky as i was worrying it'd be.) (i do think there must have been a better, less confusing button mapping option for sneak-stabbing vs sneak-choking.)

i still love how beat up everyone's faces look in this. though, the women could stand to be more beat up and have more varied face shapes. also the NOSES

forgot that literally everyone wears pants because apparently skirts and dresses don't exist in the dishonoredverse? at least not in dunwall. which seems very fitting tbf.

the amount of thought and depth poured into the lore of the world dishonored takes place in, the amount of WORLDBUILDING, when you never even leave the walls of dunwall, is still one of my favorite things about it. i think the writers in charge of the flavor text strewn about as notes and books did a good job giving all of these details that flesh the setting out but still leave so much mystery that could be expanded on.

i love the atmosphere obviously but i love the just, entire atmosphere around the whales in this universe, their place in the world and its foundational myths and religions and the economic exploitation, everything it symbolizes for THESE ancient, magical leviathans to be brutally killed en masse to be rendered down to oil and heretical charms. and it reminds me yet again, of the common fanon of pre-DH2 fandom, where the outsider was a whale, or something older than the whales who brought them forth into the world or merely has a particular fondness and affinity for them, and he was never a human in anything but false flesh, only worn to put the mortals who reach out to him at something like ease, or just acknowledge the limitations of these beings who can't fathom whale song. what i'm saying is, i'm really still annoyed they canonized the whole "teenaged sacrifice victim" origin for him instead of having more fun with the magical ancient whales stuff u_u

something i hadn't noticed until this replay is the voice acting is very flat? i think it's easy to tell it's a voice direction thing. like, wow, so many charactes just speak Very Flat, almost monotone at times. it does take me out of the dialogue, ngl. i think as a 17/18 year old i wasn't paying nearly as much attention to like, writing and acting as i do now, so its sticking out. havelock especially sticks out. also funny to realize just how many background NPCs are voiced by the same three or four VAs...

the heart mechanic is still one of the most fun and enjoyable game mechanic gimmicks that ties in SO perfectly with the narrative itself. it's also just so funny to imagine corvo following people around the hound's pit, like barely a foot away from their back, holding a freshly-beating heart in his hand and burning a hole into the other person's head with such an INTENSITY trying to wring every little observation out of the lump of metal-choked flesh he holds (while the heart tells him how god dang suicidal they are. oh lydia and cecelia)

i'm thinking of all the woobie corvo angst fics i ever read where the heart is basically an emotional support haunted organ and going wuwuwuwu while i replay

i think now, as a 30 year old gay man instead of a teen girl, i desire samuel carnally (more specifically desire to see him and corvo fuck each other senseless) even MORE STRONGLY

ok i gotta do homework today good night

[everafterkeiji]

Hi can i request a hcs for itadori,megumi and gojo react to their s/o death?.

Please Feel free to ignore this request if its triggering or u don't feel like writing it! Thank you<3

i love angst requests so it's really okay with me! thank you so much for requesting (ngl i did cry thinking abt yuji) and i hope u have a lovely day even if this was incredibly sad

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

PAIRINGS: JJK BOYS x gn!reader

CHARACTERS: Itadori Yuji, Megumi Fushiguro, & Gojo Satoru

WORD COUNT: 2.7K

WARNINGS: heavy angst, character death, mentions of blood and panic attacks, as well wounds and bruises. mentions of Shibuya arc/implied location in Shibuya during that arc.

⟡ 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 eyes dared to erase the sight ahead of him, his body was frozen—every sense began to fail for its purpose and nothing else was responsive except for the shout of your name that echoes through the battle field, the level of immensity to his voice that covers his throat with pain as every pace towards you was a step leading to a waste of a second that terrifies him the more his being tugged away by his own fears.

Dropping to his knees, he was numb to the sensation of the ache overwhelming his legs while he craddles you in his arms as every part of him shook with uncertainty, his hands didn't have the courage to hold you with as much as strength as he should've.

"..Y/N?" He whispers, a croak to his voice as if it was barely alive with droplets created from his sorrow began to trail down your cheek whilst your blood paints his hand in a hue he never expected to come from you. His mind was in the midst of being empty to a havoc that wanted to deny every rage in his system so he could love you even if he could tell how your chest wasn't rising the way it was supposed to do.

"Love?" Yuji calls out one more time as your eyes flutter subtly, signalling him not even an assurance for your state. His hand falls to your cheek, not caring if he couldn't hold you weakly because what matters more is that you held onto him. He painfully leans his forehead on yours, a loud sob escaping him with a struggle to catch up with his breath.

"Don't let me go, don't ever leave me, I beg of you, God!" He shouts as the gods grow concerned of the boy whose heart was wrecked to every piece as the sky began to cry with him. "Save them— God— Please! Stop taking everyone that I love and let me come with them." He begs, as he pulls you more as if the distance could've helped him better because even when you were close to him, he knew you were already at the farthest place that he couldn't reach. All that could be heard from him were screams where he forfeited ever begging for your life when everyone around seems to follow in your path.

"I'm so sorry, my love." Itadori confesses, arms tight around your figure as every beat of his heart began to die with you when all the seconds that he seemed to waste without you by his side began to haunt him. If he had gotten there sooner, maybe then he could've reminded you one more time that you were the energy—the surviving light in his life for him to exist without being told of his faith.

"I love you—so much so please remember that even when you're away." He couldn't even explain how his words manage to fall in such a manner, he could've sworn a second ago he only wanted to let time freeze so he could deny the view of your lifeless body that he miserably failed to save from the hands of death.

"I promise you, in the end, I'll be with you soon, Y/N." Itadori places a delicate kiss to your forehead, having no courage to leave the contact of your skin to his as his eyes went with the rain that poured over the two of you. He intertwines one of his hands with yours, shivering at the temperature he faces but with the other hand, he rests it on his cheek. Maybe if you looked at him now, you'd want him to smile because if you were the source of his reason to exist, Yuji's smile was the one to let your hearts worries disappear but sadly, the source has been removed from him and nothing else in the world could ever bring the joy in his smile no more.

"All I've ever wanted to do was to love you, so I hope you're willing to wait because when I see you.. I'm gonna embrace you with everything I've got," He then kisses the hand intertwined to his before he achingly pull his hand away and the regret closing on him but he had no other choice.

"And love you again and again, Y/N. Always and.. forever—like what we promised." Yuji, as torturous it was to let you go, he sets your hand that was on his cheek to your chest just like he did with the other before he ends his goodbye with a lasting kiss to your cheek.

"Stop crying, Yuji! C'mon smile for me, will you? I didn't come here to see you all gloomy."

And with the remaining memories left for him, it began to be the weak strings for his heart to compose itself because if he knows one thing that you hated, it was the sight of him crying.

So he smiles, the everlasting wish of yours being granted even if his body was corrupting as the love of his life enters a new realm where forever was possible for the both of you.

"We'll meet again, my love."

As he stood up, he hesitates to turn his back on you but once he does, the sun never looked the same to him ever again.

⟡ 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 encounters a feeling that he's been through before—a course of emotions that has his body in a tight hold but now, it seems the hold on him was deadlier than the first time. Your name had left his lips, draining him of his exhaustion to run to you before you could fall, every fiber in his body was holding on to his fear. He didn't need to feel the ache in his legs that were covered in wounds because his mission was for you to perfectly land in his arms even if he had to risk getting more injuries.

His heart began to pace in frantic pace when he catches you, there wasn't a split second of joy that entered him just because he made it in time. Instead, his eyes widen in trauma at the sight of your dull eyes that looked above to the heavens sky.

"Hey—hey!" He shouts, trembling hands feeling every bit of your skin and ends with it down to your cheek. "Talk to me—anything, please!" Megumi pleads as a drop of your blood that came from your forehead started to flow onto his skin. He gulps with his breathing unable to coordinate with him as his head frenetically looks up, any sign of help could've been the better reach but they were just in the mere corner of a building in Shibuya.

"Y/N? Please say something." He whispers, furiously wiping his tears while he despises the warmth of your blood that paints his hands. "C'mon please, let me hear your voice one last time." He sobs on your shoulder, embracing you with every corrupting piece of his heart, looking for a beat from your rather cold ones. His hands go to your hair, caressing it so lightly that he felt it resembled glass from how careful he was. Your head was buried in his neck, eyes barely awake for him to ever find that heartbeat.

"I love you, did you hear me?" Megumi says, gulping in the grief. "Say it back to me like you always did, please?" He doesn't know that begging would've been his lasting choice—maybe someone up above would take some time to listen to his pleads and eventually bring the life to his lovers body once again for you to say you love him back a thousand times more.

"Hug me one more time, will you? You told me you loved to do that." He desperately wishes your arms could just return to the place he loved, wrapped around his neck as his hands were to be on your waist or to your cheek with a smile to your lips. Unfortunately, your arms were covered in their own bruises—latched with dark purple hues and tints of red from the debris of buildings and cursed spirits.

"We have to go, Megumi!" One of the sorcerers shout, he didn't even have the time to decipher who it belonged to but he sniffles, reaching for his phone typing a quick message to the others to be able to take you out of this place with somewhere more deserving of a beauty that has passed.

"I'm not going to say goodbye because I know you'll always be with me, right Y/N?" He takes your hands, placing it on your chest on top of each other as his tear lands on your temple. He softly wipes it away before he kisses your forehead, closing his eyes shut at his misery.

"I wish I could've saved you. I really wish I did." He sobs, forehead in tact with yours but he seems to receive a sensation to his body at the wind that came his way.

"You've saved me the minute you met me, my love." You wish you could've whispered to him but he took it as the wind was the only embrace he'll ever get now.

"And you saved me too." Panda walks in to this horrid scene as he feels the sympathy rush to him. Megumi looks up at him with the liveliness dying along with you as your lover delicately holds your cheek one last time before kissing you on your temple muttering one more time,

"I love you always."

Standing up was the second hardest thing he had to do because turning his back to you came at first as his knees threatened to fall but alas, he has to do continue on because that's what you would've wanted right?

"I love you, Megumi. I'll be here waiting for you."

And the upcoming battles for him to face were laced with rage and the never ending bitterness that love seemed to haunt him with.

⟡ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎's phone rang as while he stops to stare at the caller. It was odd for him to receive a phone call from Megumi at this hour but he supposed it was probably for some guidance since they were sent to a mission. Being aware of their location, he didn't hesitate to transport as fast as he could to get there but there's this calling to him how it wasn't bound to be what he expected.

Panting heavily, Megumi ran with life on the line as he carried you in his arms without the ability to pace your breathing the same as his.

"GOJO-SENSEI!" He shouts with every power in his lungs the second Gojo had appeared, who stood stunned at the boy who was approaching him with a familiar figure.

"Y/N?" Satoru says, uncertain of what he just saw but when Megumi reached him, out of his breath as Nobara and Itadori followed behind him. His student places you in your lovers arm as he kneels down with a hand to your chest, alarmed at how your heartbeat was nowhere near notice. Fushiguro could see the worry in the mans eyes as he bites his lip in sympathy before telling the two to spare a moment for the so called strongest sorcerer who was now on his knees for only one person.

"We saw them being followed by a cursed spirit but they led Y/N to a trap." Megumi briefly explains as Gojo could only spare him a nod as your eyes would flutter once a while as the three students let them be.

"I warned you, didn't I?" He says, a low whisper as your hand weakly reach for his blindfold while Gojo's own rhythm of a heartbeat began to ache. Once he felt how you raised it with a cough of blood spoiling his uniform as his expression grow more frantic with every second.

"Hey there, pretty. You mind staying with me for a little longer?" He asked as if your ears were as attentive as it were before when his eyes stared back at your dazed ones. You didn't respond which was troubling him, what more was that your hand immediately dropped to your chest when he finally looked at you. A shakey sigh leaves Gojo while he rose, ready to fly you anywhere as long as you promised to stay.

"A little more please, can you do that for me?" He begs of you but instead, your head fell unconsciously in his arms with the threat of your eyes to close before he could ever look at you again, not too mention the flow of blood that came from your stomach that didn't seem to stop. He hasn't had the confidence to look at your body before because the fear on Megumi's face made him certain of how the damage had been rough on you. Up this close, he can see two massive wounds to your lower body as well as scratches on your forearms with some bruises on your wrist, hinting how their grasp on you was too strong compared to someone who was powerless.

The hue of his eyes appear to be less saturated than before and for the first time in the life of the honored sorcerer, his heart was irreparable and no amount of technique can reverse the way love his love for you had been the fault for your end.

Unknown to his own senses, his tears fall to your cheek as he pulls you closer like an embrace that didn't bring him his usual amount of comfort.

"Satoru, stop messing around!" You said as he spun you around, tight arms around his neck as he flew in the air, not bothering to listen to your protests of putting you down.

"I won't let you go, how could I ever do that to you?" He assures you, with his own arms tied to your waist with a bright smile on his face.

"And if I fall?" You asked him, glancing at the heights below you but Gojo only tucks a piece of hair behind your ear as you looked at him with the sun in your eyes since two lovers were up in the sky to reach for the clouds.

"I'll be there to save you."

But where was he when you fell from the skyscrapers?

"You hate me, I'm sure." He says biting his lip in agony as he buries his head to your chest, silent sobs and unsteady breaths coming from the sorcerer.

"I love you so much." Satoru breathlessly said. The head that was once on your chest began to move away when he heard nothing more than the silence that came from your heart. They were out to get you, how stupid was he to let you out of his sight just for a second? Maybe then he could've danced with you one more time, up in the sky for the two of you to conquer the heights of being in love.

"I'm so sorry, darling." He then kisses the side of your lip as his feet met in contact with the floor as the rest of the Jujutsu tech as Shoko lets out a saddened sigh.

"Wait for me okay? I'm not done loving you yet." He whispers to you one last time while he hands you over to Shoko as Megumi spares him a glance to notice how wretched his mentor looked.

"I have some things to do." Gojo announces, withstanding the grief to plot revenge to the ones who took you away from him as the rest didn't bother to object knowing there was no possible way to stop a man who had lost the love of his life in revenging your death. He disappears in a split second as the rest of the students didn't notice the tears that kept flowing from the person they look up to.

How can he be the strongest when he failed to protect his only weakness?

Until then, Gojo Satoru could only look at the sky to remember you since his infinity that he swore was to be spent with you died in his arms along with his lover.

[mrschwartz]

Can we talk about how insane this bit: "I just wanted to be one of those ghosts/You thought that you could forget/And then I haunt you via the rear view mirror/On a long drive from the back seat/But it’s alright, 'cause you love me/And you recognise that it ain’t how it should be/Your eyes are heavy and the weather’s getting ugly/So pull over, I know the place/Don't you know that an apparition is a cheap date?" in Star Treatment is???

Alex wanting to be disassociated in a relationship, him thinking that's fine as part of the package of 'love', the partner not really being ok with it, and in the end he doesn't get what he wants because he has to take care of their needs (or maybe his solution is to break up once they have had enough and are sick of him). like this is my personal interpretation and you could also frame it as him thinking about his fame but either way Alex is inSANEEE

anon come on where do i even begin with this 😭

alex's songs are almost all very hard to crack but i feel like star treatment is one of the hardest, it's so dense. all of the verses are jam packed with very specific metaphors, if you don't have the key you're not getting in fr. also one of the cases where i feel like the "words are there to carry the melody" a lot of the times, so it's very hard to pick which ones are worth analyzing

that being said. i think your interpretation is very interesting and very valid, and like i said for someone who doesn't have the key (none of us do, is what i mean) i think it's well founded and makes sense. but if i may.

it's very clear that this verse is meant to parallel the first verse in the song, which to me is him commenting on how when he was young he dreamed of doing what the strokes do, be in a band with his friends, and then he blinked and a decade later he was a world-famous rockstar with such a whirlwind as a baggage in his personal and professional life. and on how yeah he's in this place now with all of this fame and success and he's still uninspired and suffering from writer's block. i'd expand but we're not here to talk about the first verse, i'm just saying this so we have in mind that i think this song is very introspective and self-reflective in its nature

so in the second verse. i think he's talking to himself. his past self talking to his current self, more specifically. "i just wanted to be one of those ghosts you thought that you could forget" meaning his past versions haunt him, as ghosts do, but he wishes he could forget them, forget how he was

but "then i haunt via the rear view mirror on a long drive from the backseat" meaning he can't help it. every time he looks back on his life (throught the rear view mirror) he's still haunted by his old versions (the backseat here being the past, you know. or even, as if to say his past versions are always on the backseat of his mind. he's always thinking about them and they're always influencing him)

"but it's alright cause you love me and you recognize that it ain't how it should be" would mean that he appreciates his past selves (how everyone looks fondly at our own past versions for getting us here) but yeah it's come a little too far (...........the mess we made him make and all........)

"your eyes are heavy" could very well be a reference to how he's tired of writer's block, of his fame, of this spiral of always driving this long road (which would be life, i guess) constantly looking at the past, and "and the weather is getting ugly" is the negative side of all of it outside of him, like people's perception of him and of the band, how time is running out for him to write an album, how he has an image to uphold, etc etc

"so pull over, i know the place" gets a little lost on me, i'm ngl. if this is his past self talking to his present self, it could mean a metaphorical comfort zone, like. "just start creating and things will work out"/"trust your gut". his past self would know, that's what he's always been doing. or something like that

"don't you know an apparition is a cheap date" is just a slap in the face lol. i feel like it's the reverse now, his present self talking to his past self, literally him saying like "don't you think it's cheap to come on to me like this to get me think about you?" like, "you really had to come as a ghost and haunt me? low blow"

but oof. yeah i'm drained now. and sad vfkvmjfnvgj