#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

[lunarmoves]

Going feral over Bleeding Wires and ngl as much as I GET the reader's freeze response, I'd at some point give into the impulse to deadpan at Sun. /pos

Like "Dude, you're making me feel like a prey animal." Or "Ya know. When Moon says that, it sounds like an intrusive thought. When you say it, it sounds like a threat."

Also separately giggling about him pondering my habit of tacking on "Be safe" to goodbyes and not Getting it until the revolution. Woe, memory of it being used for him too be upon him.

LMAOO BROOO that's understandable. and okay okay well. let me give u a small example of what would happen if you said that after sun says some generic evil AI bullshit:

"sun," you say carefully, wary of the way his smile sharpens in the fluorescent lighting. "you do realize that sounds like a threat, right?"

his eyes curve into crescents, rays giving a little spin about his face. "that is because it is one, friend."

you pause. "right," you reply after a moment. "i have to go make a phone call now, see you later."

[0.5 seconds after you've left the daycare and dialed security]

"yeah the daycare attendant's making super threatening comments about humanity and i kind of fear for my life," you whisper hurriedly into your phone. you'd scurried as far away as possible from the daycare entrance, though you can still see sun standing in the same place you'd left him in--staring at you through the window. you turn away. "maybe get him down to maintenance soon??"

yeah that wouldn't end well.

during the entirety of arc1, there are a lot of protests happening and talks about revolution from the robots, so if fazco catches wind that one of their own bots is saying shit like that? immediate memory wipe and/or scrapping. sorry sun</3 no chances are taken by the megacorporation

(and yeah, sure, maybe a law was passed a while ago saying that it's illegal to wipe a bot's memory without their permission (bc of course sun would be vehemently against that). but when has fazco ever given a shit about the law LMFAOO)

anyways, a more serious answer about reader's reactions... it hasnt been something i've really thought about? but now that i have... i think at the start maybe you brush off his comments easily. you make little jabs back at him or you go /raises eyebrow/ "srsly man?" but as time goes on and sun continues saying shit... you start to realize that oh. he's not just joking. he's being serious about his revolution ruminations or backhanded comments about humans. and so your reactions go from "lmao u know thats a threat right" to "haha im in danger." ESPECIALLY since u are very much vividly aware of how much stronger he is than you. and its not like fazco has the cleanest track record either yk? people go missing. it'd make anyone shit bricks

as for your "be safe" bit... assuming i've interpreted it correctly-- yeah i think he'd be like "oh. i have taken that for granted" in the face of the revolution. bc i can imagine him being like "??? 'be safe'?? no human can harm me" while you and him are still in the pizzaplex. and then he comes face to face with all the nasties of an uprising and the violence and human military etc etc and he thinks about you telling him to be safe. can picture it vividly in his mind, really. and he's like, "ah, i will never hear those words again. i have to make sure i am safe until i can see them again." i think it would haunt him fr

[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

[toastshark]

Post-TP oot Link design

I call this one "great grandpa haunting his descendant just a bit longer", based on an idea I had as a 14y old obsessed with TP (and still am)

Tried out the pencil brush :>

Anyways, some extra design/headcanon details:

Still got vines growing on him (though ever since post-TP they‘ve been flowering)

notes for the howling stone songs on the cloak (+ Saria‘s song inside)

Green tunic (but muted cuz it lost its color over time)

Fairies like to braid his hair and add flowers

There‘s white streaks in it

Wolf form still available, but it‘ll have a blue eye

Goes by Dawn if asked for a name

Eye still gone (there’a bunch more hcs involved with how that happened so I‘m not putting it here, feel free to ask)

can summon weapons (and other stuff) into his hands if needed; main weapon is the Great Fairy Sword

Loves Cow Milk, hates Goat Milk, and if there‘s one thing in Link he‘s disappointed of, it‘s that he prefers it the other way around

Got a seemingly infinite stash of Lon Lon Milk

Sometimes visits Impaz in the hidden village and helps her out (more hc stuff based on the last howling stone being there + there‘s Sheikah connections to those + it‘s old Kakariko)

Listen, in my mind there‘s just no way the guy probably having trauma from sleeping in the Sacred Realm for 7 years would wanna do that again for a Billion. So here, he redocated the Aether with some forests to sleep under trees if he feels like taking a nap, a short cut to the SR to hang out with loved ones over there, and otherwise just does his own thing

Sometimes the voice of the TP Hyrule Field Night theme is joined by an Ocarina

Also, the back side of the hair:

14y old me was lowkey cooking ngl

Constructive criticism is appreciated :)

[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.

[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

[mazegays]

fic meme!!

thank u clod @manako-no-yami for the tag : )

rules: randomly select ten fics and then pick a line from each to share

this love came back to me (maze runner)

“Whatever you need, Thomas. Always. I’m not leaving.” Minho kisses his head softly. “Anywhere I should I avoid?”

this one is vv soft, if you're used to only whump from me. i can do soft too!

seven for a secret (criminal minds)

He’d held Emily as she was dying. Most mornings, he woke up and thought her blood was still on his hands.

there is a whole fic this one is based off, if you're into criminal minds i've got it linked

anywhere, as long as i'm with you (maze runner)

“Cause I know you.” Harriet kissed her, lips gritty with sand. The only thing she missed about the Maze was clean kisses.

humor, girls in love, and of course hurt/comfort

forever (on my lips) (pjo)

(the day they no longer smelled like him, the day she lost that little bit more of him, she cried herself to sleep.)

taylor swift fans, you know already. non-taylor swift fans, this is very sad. it barely gets better

haunted memories (memories, memories, memories) (maze runner)

His parents hadn’t gotten to raise either of them, and only one had returned.

(He isn't even whole.)

short and sad and sweet. also skimming this one for the line made me want to write more in this particular verse so we will see. thomas and gally being friends means so much to me in this fic

i can't read your mind (but you'll share your thoughts anytime) (maze runner)

"Oh good, you're awake." His captor yanked a knife--so that's what he'd been throwing--out of the tree next to him.

long and also sad! read the tags on this one. it's also from before i switched to present-tense (which is entirely thanks to clod, actually) and it's giving me an urge to rewrite it in present tense. that's an non-exam-week issue tho

if only we'd known (maze runner)

Minho finally sat up, seemingly unashamed to have turned into a koala overnight.

cute and sappy with a lil sprinkling of angst. modern magic au that i want to live in

could already feel your kiss (maze runner)

“Sure you weren’t. He’s quite the pretty boy, you always go for those.”

vaguely 50s inspired? there is motorcycle and car racing and leather jackets. thomas and minho are both smitten. also angst, bc... hello. it's me. i'm the problem, it's me.

for the hope of it all (maze runner)

Thomas, who had picked him to show off to his parents and sister, picked him to be Chuck’s surrogate older brother when Thomas was out of town, picked him. Thomas had suggested the engagement. He didn’t have to, neither of their parents had mentioned anything. Thomas had picked him.

very sad. lots of minho emotional whump here.

suits and swords (maze runner)

"And Prince Thomas?" "He is very tiny and sweet. I like him best." His mother laughed.

ngl i miss this one. i created two religions for it, got spreadsheets and everything. and also very large family trees. might be time to properly revisit it. it's an a/b/o royal au, with me inventing fashion and social rules as i please

taylor swift song lyric titles featured here: only 3, surprisingly

anyway it's like. 11 pm for me rn so tagging might be short lol:

@its-tea-time-darling

@crestfallercanyon

@itsthemxze

@sunsetglader

[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

[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.

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Oh naw. Gurl. Cmon. You can’t give us only a finger. THAT CARLOS WON’T BACK DOWN WAS SO AMAZING OMG. THE AUDACITY

We beg. Part 2. Bc reader kinda running bc they’re flustered by Carlos being a cutie and Carlos actually going after is- I LOVE IT. (Ngl, kinda wanna see them actually calling him and him GOING). Imagine: reader is avoiding him and he’s kinda frustrated bc wth? He was stopping on trying when SHE CALLS HIM bc maldito D. And he just GOES! But oh they do talk after, he’s not letting her go again and honestly, she doesn’t want to go either

Sorry, sorry. Got excited there. Obviously you don’t have to! But if you decide to, I’d love to read a part 2!!! Make them kiss kiss kiss kiss

Call out my Name

Part 2 of Won't Back Down

Carlos Madrigal x f!reader

Genre: Angst with a happy ending.

Summary: You knew you wouldn't trust any sketchy item that easily even if it were a small note request. The note was suspicious enough to make your gut say no but your thoughts keep on pursuing you otherwise.

Trigger warning: Act of violence and bullying, curse words, mention of blood and injury.

A/n: Do you guys really want to see gang fights where Carlos saves your sorry ass....? Okie dokie 👌

I was making this into full on angst but then again.... there won't be much screen time for our dear Carlos Hshshshs

Ignore any grammatical errors.

♡♡ Masterlist ♡♡

"Just call my name."

With those four words, it had been a week since then yet it still haunted you every day. His voice echoes into your mind repeating the same phrase over and over like a broken record. His ever so slight smirk ghost onto your skin as he kissed the back of your hand that day. His half lidded eyes that loomed over yours as you both caught each others gaze. The menace of the town was etched into your mind.

You would usually see him roaming around town with a scowl adorned his face while his hair hid the half of it. You would always turn to get a glimpse of him but sometimes you would catch him look at you back making you fluster then look away. The slight upward twitch of his lips whenever you had the chance to pass him by. Even the wink he casts upon you whenever he would run from a getaway.

Get a grip!

You internally screamed at your waking thoughts of the Madrigal boy, cursing that he keeps invading your head. You grunt under your breath as you tried to focus on your chores more. Thinking of that silly boy would just slow you down.

"[Name]!" Someone called behind you making you turn.

You were cleaning the floor of your family's shop to which you sell construction materials and supplies. Your father would usually help around town to fix anything broken or damaged while you and your mother would tend the shop and help the customers with their purchases.

To see your friend Elena right by the door of your shop, you smiled brightly as she approached you. "I miss youuu!" You said as you embraced her with a tight hug.

"We saw each other yesterday, tonta." Your friend shook her head giggling as she release from the hug. "Even so, I still miss you." You playfully pout at her.

"Miss me later, I have something to give you." She grinned brightly as she showed you an envelope.

"What's this? Your will?" You snort raising a brow.

"No, silly! A boy told me to give it to you." Elena playfully rolled her eyes then smirked at you mischievously. "A boy? Do you know who it is?" You questioned suspiciously at her as you opened the envelope.

"He said I can't tell you that. He's probably just an admirer of yours giving you a love letter!" Your friend clapped her hands enthusiastically. "If he is, then why give it to you than to me directly?" You muttered furrowing your brows while gazing down on the letter.

"Oh stop being skeptical, he's probably shy since he can't even look at me straight." Elena waved her hand at you haughtily with a smirk. "You're just too naive to think its a love letter." You deadpanned then looked at her with a bored look as you handed her the piece of paper.

One thing that life taught you is that you could never trust anything so easily. You had always been diligent to any circumstances thus everytime you felt like something is off, you would always follow your gut to which it was always right. And right now, conjection is already written all over the said letter.

"Meet me at dusk by the outskirts of town alone..." Elena slowly read the words as she tried to ponder what it meant. "A meet up?" She quipped looking back at you warily.

"Too sketchy if they want to meet me at dusk." You deduced still furrowing your brows as you tap your lip in thought. "Want me to come with you, then?" Your friend asked making your head shot up and look at her.

"I don't know." You remarked and held her shoulders. "As I said, too sketchy. Might as well do what it says."

"Why not just not go?" The other girl asked confusingly making you shake your head. "If it's a threat then I should deal with it later than never." You huffed as you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration.

The letter is already giving you heebie jeebees and just by reading it makes your stomach churn unpleasantly. "I'll deal with this later." You said as you referred to the note then turned back at your friend. "You can come, but only by a post. If I won't be back by an hour after that then it's your call to tell the adults." You conclude as you went behind the front desk and leaned forward to rest your elbows on top.

If you were to follow what the note had written then you should plot a backup plan so that if anything wrong happens, you would already know what to do.

"So... wanna grab some egg tarts?" Elena asked suggestively while poking her pointers together as a smile grew on her lips.

You hummed with a smile. "Sure."

This was a bad idea and you knew it.

You and Elena were at a few houses ahead before seeing the end of the road towards the end of the town. Not much people going around by this part of the town yet you didn't see anyone suspicious enough to say that your speculations are true. There wasn't even a person waiting or standing by the end to meet you.

You sighed and look down at your wrist watch then back to your friend who was rocking her heels back and forth while looking around. "Should I go?" You asked warily making her head snap back at you. "Are you sure?" She turns towards you.

You suck a hard breath then released it slowly. "Yeah, its already half pass six." The sky is getting darker into shades of deep blue and purple as streetlights slowly lit up the paths.

"It's like you're heading for a war." Elena joked grinning as she punched your shoulder lightly. "Well, don't miss me too much." You winked playfully then walked down to the end of the road.

As the last lamppost cast light upon the end of the paved road, you observed your surroundings as though scanning over anything that moves as the dark slowly envelopes you.

Everything around you slowly fell into the darkness as you felt tension suddenly arise before you. The air went chilly all of a sudden giving you goosebumps onto your skin. You heart beat eradicates feeling your breath going heavy.

You should go back. A sudden chill went up to your spine. Move.

As though your instincts commands you to take a step forward back, a hand suddenly clamped onto your mouth from behind giving a jolt of panic into your nerves. You muffled a scream trying to alert your friend as you thrashed from the person's grip but you were pulled vigorously into the woods making you pale in worry. You tried to call out Elena's name but a sudden impact hit your head making your vision blur into darkness. Mierde

Pitch black, everything is dark. You can't see anything from the blindfold that covered over your eyes though you could sense people around you as to mumbles and incomprehensive words are to be heard. Wriggling your arms and legs a little, you could feel your wrists are tied down yet your mouth and legs were left uncovered and unbound.

They're many, you would've thought that you were actually gotten kidnapped by a secret gang or something. You mentally cursed as you thought of a stupid idea. This is already stupid to begin with anyways.

Who in the right mind would lure an innocent girl into the outskirts of town and kidnap her?! This is stupid! Can't believe I would fall for some cheap trick. How long was I even out?!

"I'll report you cowards to the Madrigals once I'll get out of this!" You hissed in vexation making the room grew silent. "What kind of joke is this? Do you really think this is funny? If it was I'm waiting for the finale." Breathed out a dry laugh while your lip twitched as though you were talking to someone in particular.

Tension rose as the silence grew thicker. You didn't even know that these people came from Encanto, more logically, you didn't even know who these are. You really opt to get to the bottom of this once you get away.

"What a sassy mouth you got there." A person spoke.

Bingo

"I was born with it, caremonda. Deal with it." You spat.

Scuffles of shoes were heard just as a pair came close in front of you, the mumbles around you solidifies to whispers. Your breath ragged from nervousness thinking of many ways they would do to you, though you can't let them see through you or it would ruin your brave exterior. You have to keep your guard up till you knew who you're up against.

You flinched when a hand rummaged behind your head then yanked the blindfold off of you harshly. Refocusing your eyes to your surroundings, you could feel multiple pair of eyes staring at you.

"Miss my face, mi corazón?" The person in front of you leaned over to look at you. You immediately scowled upon seeing the cocky grin that is plastered onto their face. "Miss hitting your sorry face, Daniel." You grunt between your gritted face.

You knew this is something a stupid person would do and he's the most stupid person you knew. Daniel's grin immediately faltered into a glare. He grabbed your chin roughly making you face up. "You were lucky last time but now you have nowhere to escape now that my gang is around." The boy taunt as he squeezed your cheeks, clasping his hand onto your jaws hard.

"What are you doing here?" He scowled at the girl as he came near. His knuckles digs into his pockets as the girl by the lamppost turn to him.

"Didn't know you had yourself a merry band." You hissed against his grip. "What's this? A theater play you having? I didn't signed up for any role."

"I-I'm waiting for someone." She stuttered fidgeting her fingers knowing real well who she's facing. His scowl deepened as he stared at the girl. "Who?"

The muscled boy's face scrunched up in perplexity then shove your head away mercilessly making the chair you on toppled down sidewards.

"[Name], s-she said I should wait for her to get back less than an hour." Elena muttered nervously.

You winced in pain as your left arm was crushed between the weight of your body and the chair's frame. Blood trickled down your forehead while he kicked your stomach making you hitch a sharp intake of breath.

"How long has it been?" He questioned slowly as his knuckles turns white from gripping his pocket knife.

"You're lucky I didn't shut that pretty mouth of yours." Daniel pulled your head up by the hair, feeling the sting from your stretched scalp. "My mother said that you women should worship us men more with value and respect we need. Us men are powerful and stronger than you fragile girls would ever be." He sneered tightening his hold.

"Half an hour."

"How dare you mention your mother in the same sentence like that. You're a disgrace, a pityfull boy who thinks men had the power to all." You cursed angrily feeling the burning rage into your nerves after hearing all the words that came out of his filthy mouth.

"Bullshit."

"You're a fucking narcissist."

You spat at his face with your saliva making him stumble back in disgust. You turned to your front struggling against the chair as it keeps on making your position hard to get out of.

"Why?" The girl asked confusingly as beads of sweat drip off of her forehead.

You saw Daniel sat on the floor furiously wiping off his face too busy cringing off by the saliva. Thank the gods for these idiots to not bind your feet, it helped you to stand up. Get away now, awkward pose later.

"Leave, don't come back and don't tell anyone about this or you're dead." The boy grunts as he speed walk pass the girl.

"What the hell are you people standing for?! Get her!" Daniel yelled as he points at you commanding the others to do what he said.

"What?!" Elena shrieked.

Multiple people dashed towards you while you stood into a fighting stance fearing they would gang you up easily as your hands are tied down. "Don't you dare come close to me, tu ñero." You vexed circling around using the feet of the chair behind you as a weapon.

"Don't make me say it twice."

"Don't underestimate my vulnerability."

You swiftly moved against the chair as people neared you trying to get a hit. Your eyes flickered sharply towards a kid who was running at you with a piece of wood in hand. You swooped down dodging the swinging weapon then swiveled your way to hit them with the chair. Another boy charged towards you up front with curled up fist. Seeing it, you sat back on the chair raising your feet up then kicked his stomach forcefully making him tumble on the floor. Standing up, you didn't noticed someone crept behind you as to kicking your chair hard making you fall on the ground face first.

Mierde, mierde, mierde. You chant mentally feeling more blood ooze down from your nose. It's broken.

Slowly, you turned your body sideward once more but only to get hit by the stomach making it into a critical hit. You coughed harshly from the impact spitting out blood as you go. "What...? You want to kill me? What a big achievement you'll get if you did." You let out a humorless laugh, your lips twitched upwards weakly as you vision slowly went into a blurr.

Everything hurts, your muscles are starting to ache as your arms bruised against the tight knot. Your head numbed feeling the rising surge of pain all over your body. You need to get away but you didn't know how. You were stuck, injured and vulnerable. You shouldn't have gotten yourself into this mess in the first place. Not again...

"YOU D*CK!"

You could faintly hear the sudden shouts and yells around you now that your senses are slowly shutting down. Your body was already too exhausted to move even an inch. You could vaguely see the moving figures in front of you as though seeing a bright red silhouette. With an inch of hope, you rasp out a word hoping the person could hear you before your eyes blacked out completely. "Carlos."

Warm... you felt something soft and warm against you. You snug your head against the warmth trying to fill up the softness of the texture. "Don't get too cozy." A voice above you muttered making your eyes shot open wide in surprise.

Your head sprang up to look at the person only to make your breath hitch. Your eyes loomed over the dried blood on his head and nose down to his bloodied knuckles. Cuts and bruises all over his cheeks and the ever so busted lips. "H-how." Your breath ragged completely confused on what is happening.

Carlos held you up bridal style easily as though you weigh nothing while walking down the forest path. He looked down at you briefly then went back staring straight ahead continuing his journey. "Saw your friend and told me you were here. Already knowing to what would happen, I went to come and get you." The Madrigal slowly muttered.

You sighed as you closed your eyes feeling somewhat relieved and relaxed knowing that it was finally over. "Thank you."

"Don't fall asleep on me, you just woke up." He grunts lowly shaking you lightly in his hands. "I'm not... I just felt tired." You blinked vigorously trying to fight off the sleep.

"You could get some rest after we get back." He huffed feeling a little worn out as well. "You can put me down if you're tired." You suggested as you start to wriggle out from his grasp.

"No. Stop moving." The red boy pulled you closer making his grip tighten over you more but not much to actually hurt you.

"But-." You wanted to argue back but when he looked down at you, you gasped as you suddenly felt the touch of his lips onto yours.

You were taken aback from the sudden move but then slowly melted into the kiss feeling the gentleness and softness of his against yours. The slight rust flavor of the blood didn't matter to you both as you two were too absorbed into the moment. Carlos grunt against your lips lowly after you pulled him closer gripping onto his shirt. The kiss was supposed to shut you up but then again, he wouldn't complain as it was a free consent to actually kiss you.

You both parted feeling a little lightheaded whilst trying to breath normally. You slowly held his cheek feeling a smile grow on your lips as you both stared into each others eyes. "I get to kiss my hero." You grinned cheekily.

Carlos donned at you with his half lided eyes and small smirk "You did."

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A/n: I ALMOST FORGOT TO PUT THE DICK- INSIDE JOKE AAAAAAAAAAA BAHAHAHAHHAHA

I've actually infused two ideas, or like, asks and one of them is about Carlos saving the day so I wind them up and boom tadaaaa! Did you guys know I learned self difence online?

If you wanna know how I portrayed Daniel then look up (I mean down) at Snotlout from HTTYD.

I was gonna torment you guys with a lot of cliffhangers but now I feel like I need to be kind so I gave you a full on happy ending Hshshshs hope you enjoyed!