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[vindott]

"Choose your last words wisely"

The rain poured down, drenching the dimly lit alleyway where Max stood, his hand gripping the knife tightly as he pressed it against Charles’s throat. The blade gleamed in the cold, harsh light of the streetlamp above, casting an eerie glow over the scene. Max's face was hardened, lips curling into a sneer, his eyes cold and unyielding as he held Charles against the wall. The tension between them was suffocating, the air thick with something unspoken, something darker than the storm raging around them.

Charles, chest heaving, could barely keep himself upright. His dark hair clung to his forehead, drenched by both the rain and the tears that had welled up in his eyes. His heart pounded against his ribs as the cold edge of the knife pressed closer, the threat all too real. Every breath felt like it could be his last.

"Choose your last words wisely," Max sneered, his voice dripping with venom. The knife’s tip dug just a fraction deeper, enough for Charles to feel the sting of metal against his skin, but not enough to break it—yet. It was a threat, a promise of what was to come if he said the wrong thing.

Charles’s breath hitched, his body trembling not just from fear but from something deeper. He lifted his head slowly, eyes meeting Max's, and for the first time in a long while, Max saw the raw emotion in them, the vulnerability that Charles had always tried to hide. He saw the tears, not just of fear but of something more—something that made Max's grip falter ever so slightly.

"I love you."

The words left Charles’s lips in a whisper, fragile and soft, yet they hit Max harder than any punch ever could. His sneer faltered, and his grip on the knife loosened just enough for the sharp edge to slip away from Charles’s throat. For a moment, the world seemed to freeze around them, the rain forgotten, the alley around them fading into the background. All that existed was the space between them and those three words, hanging heavy in the air.

Max blinked, his breath catching in his throat. His mind raced, searching for any trace of anger, of betrayal, of the hatred that had fueled him up until this point. But those words—those cursed, beautiful words—shattered something inside of him. The sneer vanished, replaced by a look of confusion, hurt, and something far more dangerous: regret.

“You…” Max began, but the words died in his throat. His hand dropped to his side, the knife slipping from his fingers and clattering to the ground with a metallic thud.

Charles didn’t move, still pressed against the wall, his body trembling from more than just fear now. He looked up at Max, his eyes filled with so much pain, so much love, it was unbearable. How had it come to this? How had two people who had once shared everything—shared dreams, victories, and quiet moments under the stars—ended up like this? Enemies. Strangers.

Charles’s chest tightened as he watched Max struggle to process what he had just said. The villain. The man who had held a knife to his throat, threatening to take his life in a heartbeat, now stood before him as the man he had loved. The man he still loved, despite everything.

"Charles, stop," Max said, his voice a desperate whisper now, not the commanding, cruel tone it had been moments before. "Don’t say that. Don’t make this harder."

But Charles shook his head, his tears mingling with the rain. "It’s the truth, Max. I love you. I always have. Even now, after everything." His voice cracked, the weight of his emotions almost too much to bear.

Max took a step back, running a hand through his soaked hair, his face twisted in agony. He wanted to scream, to lash out, to deny everything Charles had just said. But he couldn’t. Because somewhere deep down, beneath the layers of anger and resentment, he knew. He had always known.

"I… I never wanted it to be like this," Max admitted, his voice barely audible above the rain. His hands were shaking, his heart racing, torn between the man he had become and the man he used to be—the man Charles had loved. The man who had loved Charles.

Charles’s breath hitched, his body aching from the tension and the cold. “Then why did you?” His voice was a broken whisper, pleading for answers that maybe neither of them could give.

Max stared at him, his jaw clenched, his mind a whirlwind of regret, guilt, and longing. He wanted to reach out, to take Charles in his arms and tell him that everything would be okay, that they could go back to the way things were. But they couldn’t. They both knew that.

“I thought… I thought it was the only way,” Max said, his voice hoarse, as though the admission itself pained him. “I thought if I pushed you away, it would hurt less. That if I became the villain, you’d stop loving me. But I was wrong. I was so wrong.”

Charles took a step forward, his heart pounding. “Max…”

Max’s breath hitched as he met Charles’s gaze, the raw emotion in his eyes undoing him completely. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, the words trembling as they left his lips. “I’m so sorry, Charles.”

Charles closed the distance between them, his hand reaching up to cup Max’s cheek. Max flinched at the touch but didn’t pull away. He couldn’t. The weight of Charles’s love, even now, was too much to bear, and yet he couldn’t live without it.

“I don’t know how to fix this,” Max whispered, his voice barely audible as Charles’s thumb brushed against his skin, wiping away the tears he hadn’t realized he was shedding.

“Then don’t,” Charles said softly, his voice filled with a tenderness that made Max’s heart ache. “Just… stay.”

Max’s breath hitched as Charles pulled him closer, their foreheads touching, the world around them falling away. For a moment, there was no villain and no hero—just two broken people who had once loved each other more than anything.

[ejsuperstar]

Imagine you live in pelican town. The new farmer has been here a couple weeks now and seems to be settling in, except... He's picking the weirdest friend choices. Like sure it's not weird to befriend the local fisherman, especially when he has an interest in fishing himself, but you're pretty sure you've seen him rooting through the Saloon's garbage with the local homeless man. As well, he keeps harassing the poor guy who works at Joja even though you KNOW he doesn't want to be friends with him.

And since you're on the topic of weirdness, isn't it odd he seemingly runs everywhere at a full sprint? Or just... Eats entire raw fish while fishing for "energy reasons"...

...

Despite all that, it's too early to call him off putting or anything... He has been engaging in town traditions, and he's started helping out with the old community centre. He's probably like the rest of you. Someone with a few quirks, that will fit in with the valley great!

Surely he can't get any weirder... Right?

[sualne]

dead guys

[s0fti3w1tch]

Human Tentative Devotee Leonardo (ft. Human True Colors Leonardo) drawn over Alien Stage screenshots. I entirely blame @v-albion because of this.

Anyways, this is called: Lee purposefully trying to give his dear friend, Trainee, a panic attack so he fumbles during the [if you lose the singing competition you die] stage.

ID: Digital art. 2 Images. Image 1: Human versions of Rise of The TMNT Leonardo drawn over a screencap from Alien Stage - FINAL ROUND. Trainee (left) from Tentative Devotee AU is drawn over Till, with Cerulean a.k.a. Lee (right) from True Colors AU is drawn over Luka. Image 2: Human Trainee drawn over a screencap from Alien Stage - Round 6. Trainee is drawn over Till, who is singing into the mic with a tired, devastated face. /End ID

Original

ID: Screenshot from VIVINOS's Alien Stage FINAL ROUND video where Luka goes up to Till during the 2nd pre-chorus, grabbing his arm and reaching out to touch his neck, to intimidate him. /End ID.

ID: Screenshot of Till in Round 6 of VIVINOS's Alien Stage web series. Close up of Till sadly singing. /End ID

[r0semultiverse]

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[royaltea000]

He’s like the worlds shittiest Madonna to me

[lunarharp]

What led to this (orufrey comic, cw an uncomfortable/creepy scene)

[k0nstanta]

some wip game stuff, because i've been working on it almost every day for over a month and it's killing me a little to not talk about it

[knifefightandchill]

RESIDENT EVIL 4 REMAKE

myspace edition

[rdr2gifs]

I often wonder what sets Arthur apart and makes him particularly appealing to me compared to other characters (in general). One significant factor lies in how he perceives and interacts with women. Arthur views women as equals, rejecting any notion that he is superior because they often do tasks traditionally associated with women, such as laundry and other chores.

He also never doubts capabilities of women like Sadie, who perform tasks usually associated with men. It's essential to note that one of Arthur's initial scenes with Sadie may be misinterpreted, as Sadie herself belittles the work of other women, not Arthur.

Arthur maintains healthy relationships with the female gang members, with none of them serving as a love interest. He sees men and women as equal, believing everyone should be able to walk their own path in life. He treats women with respect and he doesn’t expect any reward for his behaviour (sadly this is how many men seem to think even in the current time). He doesn’t see women in the gang as a cover (Dutch) nor like a liability (Micah). He sees them as people and valuable members of the gang.

Even in situations where he has to help women, he never considers them any less capable nor downplays their abilities.

Arthur's respect for women is also shown in his interactions with individuals outside the gang, such as the circus lady and the rich widow. After the circus lady thanks him for his help, he’s quick to say she would’ve been able to do it without him. He encourages her to pursue her dream in a so far male-dominated industry. He doesn’t look down on the widow, who doesn’t know anything about survival. He doesn’t tell her to go back to the city where she came from. He tries to teach her in a natural and encouraging way, never acting as if he was better than her because he has more experience. He patiently teaches her without any condescension.

He initially doesn’t understand why Beau even tries to stop Penelope from participating in the women's rights march. I like to think this is because he thinks everyone should be able to fight for their cause/what they believe is right. Not to mention he very much enjoyed riding with these ladies and wrote about his experience with fondness.

Arthur's journal entries reveal his disapproval of mistreating women, recognizing the injustice in an era when women had limited autonomy. “He treats his daughter like a possession to be mistreated and abused as he sees fit. Strange creatures men.” It was definitely not common for men in this time to be thinking about women's autonomy.

I don’t want to praise Arthur for things that should be considered the bare minimum but these qualities definitely add more to his likability. And it’s great to see where your favorite character stands on important things like this.

⚘ While acknowledging that Arthur's antagonistic lines may be interpreted as sexist, it's important to consider them as optional elements mostly implemented to make 13 years old boys feel edgy.

[couch-house]

what was super even doing in EXIT. how did he get there. what's his problem. some ideas...

[sualne]

clothes!!!

[jakuwais]

Ojisan… division? 😡💢

My initial idea for this

[seaofreverie]

Sparkstember Day 18: Balls (Bullet Train)

Sometimes (oftentimes) it's true that all you need are Balls. I personally absolutely love Balls. I'm a big fan! Ekhem. Today I'm using the help of (I mean, copying most of the passages from it) my earlier Balls rant that I have written down after my first listen of it back in January. I really love this album and I don't want to completely skip over saying a couple words on it at least but I really don't think I have the headspace to write anything very good for it today. I'll still try though!

So yeah, Balls. It's a great album, fun and chill (in my sense of what I call and consider chill anyway), consistent, as Sparks albums tend to be, and as I suspected / hoped it does fit this specific vibe of driving around at night somewhere city-like and illuminated. Or being on a train deep at night and looking at the world zooming by (if you'd even see much of it on a train at night anyway.....). And I do think that it's not so dissimilar to Gratsax (I'd say now that it's definitely darker and moodier than its predecessor...). So it's interesting to think about how it's considered to be one of the "weak" ones (by music reviewers at least) while Gratsax is so beloved in comparision.

I will admit, I don't really know what the big problem with this album could be. As I said, it's fun, it has the melodies, it has the energy, it has the theatricality (I like seeing how more and more orchestral instruments such as strings are being incorporated into the music, in a way the jump into Lil' Beethoven two years later doesn't come of as THAT much of a shock because of this. The evolution of sound here is fascinating!) I really like the intense beats, just as much as the more laid-back and moodier pieces. And there's lots of gold to be found in the lyrics department as always.

One more thing I wanna say is that at some point I wondered if this music sounds older than it is. Maybe it does? But then I remembered that this was 2000 and honestly when I think about it, there just IS something about this album that fits so well with the Y2K image and vibe and all. Sparks 2000 and all that.

Favourite songs (and other highlights):

Balls: I mean. It's Balls.

Scheherazade: absolutely LOVE this one and I had the strangest impression of it sounding very familiar when I first heard it. Months later I found out that it was just briefly featured in TSB so I think that explains it (I will talk more about my TSB viewings on TSB day. EVERYTHING has to be explained in excruciating detail, lmao)

The Calm Before The Storm: bugsonas 4ever. Song itself is amazing too

How To Get Your Ass Kicked: how can a song about getting your ass kicked be so pleasant and relaxing, it always keeps cracking me up, how perfect that is actually

Bullet Train: I love it how introducing the topic of the song with a "It's the [topic of the song]" is a reoccurring theme on this album. Thank you Sparks for this ode to technology and art (these lyrics always have me giggling). And also it just goes hard as heck

It's Educational: a perfect fusion of / sequel to I Thought I Told You To Wait In The Car and Progress (it's mostly the vocal delivery that reminds me of the latter)

The Angels: such an odd one here but I still like it a lot, I apparently said that it sounds "surprisingly mainstream for Sparks but somehow in a positive way". It's very sweet and I absolutely love how Russell sings here, it's so different from what we're used to but that only makes it hit you even more in the feels, lol. And I actually prefer the alternative version of this song that's featured as a bonus track, and I do think that's in big part because you can hear Russell better on it (or that was my first impression of it at least and it kind of stuck)

[chiropteracupola]

today I am drawing the silly video game men again, tomorrow who can say what will happen!

[digital999placebo]

in any human GerIta AU, DA ONLY WAY I can think of these two meeting is in central Berlin, early December, around 23pm on a Wednesday or Thursday…. Feliciano is on his way home from having a glass of wine with his friends at a bar, he’s in a good mood and despite the cold he’s wearing his long winter coat unbuttoned… he’s swaying on the sidewalk and suddenly slips and falls, despite the circumstances rather gracefully. Ludwig, the stranger closest to Feliciano, decides to step in and help the guy, simply bc Ludwig is a nice man and not at all bc Feliciano is hawt and sexy and looks like his wet dreams from high school (and also NOT AT ALL. bc Ludwig’s brain has been conditioned into thinking he only has value when serving others). Anyway, despite Ludwig’s help, Feliciano CANNOT get his balance locked in and keeps slipping in Ludwig’s arms, despite Ludwig having a literal iron grip on him ……. alas Feliciano ends up piggy back riding Ludwig, across frosty cobblestone streets lit up by Christmas lights strung between buildings where the windowsills r covered with snow and decorated with greenery ……. n the night is deep and blue and LOVE is in da air …… and from a bar, half empty save the middle aged regulars, u can hear smooth jazz as Feliciano drunkenly points out the directions of his apartment. Anyway this works for literally almost all time periods and I will NOT take any criticism . Talk to the hand this is how they meet as humans