#past hallucinations

[martyryo]

"How long are you gonna pretend I'm the one tugging on your tie?"

[stefisdoingthings]

ark aftermath

[iamjackstylerdurden]

shoutout to house md eps that end with a montage of couples and then hilson. maybe patient and their s/o, chase/cameron, lucas/cuddy, and then just. hilson.

[ken-tfc]

I made a lil thing about track!Asgore

Under here you can see a shitty poem I made for him that like 50% google translate 😭😭🙏

Once a king who carries sorrow in his eyes

His kindom wept, away from the the skies

The lives he touched the lives he lost

Each one a memory each one a cost

A soul that withered a life betrayed

Each step he took a choice he made.

The halls once bright now stood in dust,

A broken crown, a shattered trust.

Through every battle his hands grew cold

The cost of mercy the tale of old

A sun that rose but not for them

A light they never knew again.

And even though the skies were closed

In the end the sun still rose.

A king whose hands had bled for peace

But war still raged and heart decreased

Each choice he made a curse he bore

A kingdoms fate forevermore

He thought of lives that could’ve been

Of futures lost of hearts unseen

A light that never pieced the gloom

A sun that failed to light the room

And though this is the path he chose

In the end the sun still rose

Choo choo

[getthembees]

i think dc should let steph hallucinate cass again. as a treat.

[xvxblahhhxvx]

*121 spoilers*

oh ok so we are actually going to acknowledge the Dazai phantom in the room I just thought we we'd let him chill and grant him residency didn't think we'd start to ask questions like why. Why has Atsushi been hallucinating a man this whole time.

[aestknowsbest]

More LGT, with a side dish of YJ Shenanigans™

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[momentomori24]

i have a lot of thoughts about wolfgang’s dad, it’s kinda funny. i also headcanon that he was wolfgang’s sole caregiver, for one reason or another, and i also like to think that he made wolfgang dependant on him. which is why he never learned how to cook or do his own laundry. his dad always insisted on it so he could continue to control him and prevent him from becoming independent.

ANON OUR MINDS ARE LINKED

I can ABSOLUTELY see that being the case! The fact that Wolfgang lacks a lot of basic skills he would need to be able to take care of himself and be independent reeks of severe parental neglect, despite it being played off as a joke. Wolfgang casually dismisses it as being due to going through college as a kid and being too stuck studying to do anything else-- which is already really damaging when you think about it-- but when you have the context that he was likely raised by a very shady, likely very abusive and manipulative man, it becomes so much more sketchtastic and deliberate.

Wolfgang doesn't just lack the knowledge on how to do his own laundry or cook, but we learn through Ulysses that Wolfgang had a surprising lack of upkeep during their bunk buddy situationship. This to me implies that Wolfgang just... never actually lived with anyone else outside of his family before? The fact that he was taken out of school to higher education and then law school at such a young age, drowned in so much schoolwork and being so locked in on studying that he had absolutely NO time for hobbies, extra activities, learning basic skills and literally having a social life, leaving him entirely and solely dependent on his sketchy father is... whack. That's WHACK 💀 It's like being in complete control of Wolfgang's success life?? Like, allowing him to achieve in education, yet still making sure that he can't flourish outside of that? Or mayhaps just a long term scheme to make Wolfgang feel indebted to him for providing everything he needed to survive despite never allowing him to do it himself in the first place? Despite putting Wolfgang in a situation where he literally couldn't keep up with everything and was dependent on him to take care of it? Like you said, I feel like his dad-- if Wolfgang did grow up with him like the blackmail implies-- insisted on covering everything Wolfgang would need to learn to be independent to keep him tied to him. Because if he doesn't do it, then Wolfgang might do it himself. If he can do it himself, then he might leave. And considering how much Wolfgang seemingly despises his father and seems aware of his role in his mum's heavily implied death, I can imagine he would dip as soon as humanly possible if he could XD

This has been on my mind for a while but I wonder about the current living status of Wolfgang's dad. Wolfgang's only 22 (goddamn he should've been at the club *SOB*), so it's not outrageous at all to assume he might still be living with his parents. That would explain why Wolfgang still struggles with chores and basic necessities. But we don't know if Wolfgang's dad is even alive at this point, and I have a nagging feeling that he's not around anymore. I'm on the fence about him being dead (and why he might be dead if he is), but since Wolfgang just avoids every drop of detail about dad altogether it's still very up in the air.

[infinisent]

my favorite tfs oc, rules… tfa-ified bc i love the tfa scene on here

it only took me over two whole months to scrape together some more art Hey guys i lived

[starays13]

So I’ve had this scene rotating in my brain as if my brain was a microwave

[ratsbanes]

ASAGIRI YOU LITTLE MASTERMIND I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS NEW CHAPTER

[apartfromgod]

if melissa makes shauna smile this season i'll write a five chapter shaunahat fic.

[fallenwhumpee]

Let Me Go

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Warnings: Past character death, hallucinations, inecplicit injury.

"You're trembling," the voice called. It always warned, always told things Leader would rather ignore. Leader's limbs were hidden beneath the oversized clothes. They had weakened too much that they were lost in fabric once perfectly fit them.

I know, they couldn't mutter out, keeping their gaze on the papers. They were in the middle of a room full of veteran soldiers. Their slip would be noticed. Last thing they wanted was the people they led doubting them.

"You're afraid," it continued.

Leader crossed their arm overtheir chest, hiding the tremor taking overtheir hands. They were. But they couldn’t act paraboid just because they were afraid either. The plans before them were solid. Only if Leader could get over this nagging feeling…

They were going to march into Whumper's biggest investment, a military grade communication building straight out of their small rebellion's league. Of course they were cautious.

"Thats not why you're afraid," the voice called out their lie. As if Leader didn’t know. But Leader refused to acknowledge the real reason.

"Are you listening, Leader?" Right Hand asked, putting a hand over their healthy shoulder for a moment.

"Yes," Leader sighed, both to the ghost and to their commander.

"Your commander, not second in command. I dont know if i should pity you or feel proud that you refuse to replace my position."

Leader ignored that, too.

"Perhaps you shouldn't join the mission. You look like you can barely carry yourself," Right Hand sighed. Their voice was surprisingly gentle, considering this was a feral beast under Leader's wing. A fierce protector with an admirable personality.

"Too much like me."

"I'm fine. Just thinking of alternatives," Leader assured, not really lying. There was something bugging them about the plans. There was something they were missing.

"If you say so," Right Hand grumbled, not believing it for a moment but also not pushing. "Then we're done here. We should rest until tomorrow."

"So concerned about you. Make sure they don't end up like me," the ghost chuckled.

It was not funny.

"I'll stay here for some more time. There's something bothering me about the plan," Leader said instead of snarling at the ghost. It earned a deep silence, but people left the room one by one.

"You know we can pull this off, right?" Right Hand asked just before reaching the door. "We can, and we can come back in one piece."

"I know," Leader assured. Leader had confidence in their squad.

"Lie." The voice pointed out.

"But Leader, can you?" Right asked, worried. That had to change. Leader had no right to make people concerned.

"Yes," they answered with a tone leaving no room to doubt.

"Lie," the voice said again. And it was right. Again.

"I'd rather be thrown into a rehab facility rather than being a burden. I wouldn't insist on coming if I felt unwell," Leader tried calmly. It satisfied Right Hand at least.

"You'd rather be tortured rather than letting them go alone either," the ghost smiled sadly.

Caretaker, Leader wanted to shout. Just let me go.

"But you're the one who can't let me go, Leader," Caretaker sighed. And Leader almost, almost saw them standing behind Right Hand with their usual attitude.

"You know, I… I thought it's because you didn't trust us to pull this off. Now I see it's because you care too much," Right Hand gave a cheeky smile. They didn't know anything. They had no right to dig Leader's soul.

"I don't want all of you to die before we get to see freedom," Leader countered with a half truth.

"Because if you admit you care, they will end up like me. If you let them any closer, they will die," Caretaker said uncharacteristically. Those sounded a lot like Leader's own words. Rightfully. Leader would sign under those. But hearing Caretaker recite those just felt wrong.

"Because I'm not here," Caretaker bit their lip. At least that was in character. "It's your mind. Unable to accept this is just—"

"Just admit you care, and I'll drop it," Right Hand of course kept pushing. Because Leader couldn't have a day without their sanity being played with, bith by the living and the dead. They didn't want their feelings to be questioned. Sure, Leader welcomed challenges to their authority as long as it wasn't destroying their function, but this qas outright invasive.

Leader held Right Hand’s gaze a moment longer, steadying themself before speaking.

“Enough,” They said firmly. “I’m counting on you to focus on the mission, not on me. I don't need it but the squad will, in the battle.”

Right Hand’s lips parted as if to argue, but they seemed to think better of it, glancing away. “Understood, sir,” they replied, their voice tainted with hesitancy.

Leader forced a small smile, holding onto the guise of calm as tightly as they clutched the edge of the table. "I appreciate the concern, Right Hand, really. But we both know I wouldn’t be standing here if I thought myself unfit for the task."

Right Hand stood by the door, lingering. But finally, they nodded. "Of course, sir."

With that, they turned and left the room, the door clicking shut behind them.

Silence settled like dust. Leader let out a long breath, slumping to their seat slightly, letting the practiced poise slip as they leaned against the table.

“Impressive. You’re still so good at pushing people away, even when they’re trying to help,” Caretaker’s voice drifted in, almost softly this time. Leader could picture them at the edge of the room, arms folded, an understanding look shadowing their gaze. "You’d rather fall apart alone than lean on them."

Leader’s fingers tightened around the edge of the table. "I didn’t ask for your opinion."

"No. But you just asked me to be there."

“You’re not here,” Leader forced out, pressing the words like a blade into their own mind. “You died, and you’re not here. So stop trying to haunt me. I didn't ask for this. Leave me alone.”

“But I’m here because you want me here,” the voice pressed. “You can leave me to die. Yet you don't let me go.”

Leader closed their eyes, trying to block out the words that hit too close to home. Every part of them wanted to deny, but they couldn’t.

"They don’t see it. How close you are to breaking. Love, you are destroying yourself.”

Leader didn't answer. They were done arguing with nothing. They were wasting precious time. They metaphorically showed the ghost and locked their feelings away. It wasn't like Caretaker could keep them from working. Not anymore.

And if they fell asleep on the blueprints of a plan from scratch, their body covering the tear marks on discharged papers, no one noticed. No one noticed - or mentioned even if anyone did - Leader not getting out of the room until midnight and walking to their room like a ghost at daybreak.

[mispatchedgreens]

by the two-edged sword

Baoxiang knows he is poison

band au/ 5k/ m

[kameyyy]

chat the council is not ready to turn 19 in a week

[delhe-dalim]

Stuff in common I found between Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars) and Splinter (Tmnt2012) bc that happens when u are hyperfixated with fictional characters:

-Both being badass powerful and wise jedi/ninja masters, responsibles for the main characters' training (Anakin/Luke-the turtles)

-Mental powers

-Both went into exile after some heavy events that changed their lives (the Great jedi purge / mutation)

-They had a brother in the past, but things didn't turn well :(

-Both lost the woman they loved (bruuuhhh)

-Trauma™

-Buuut despite all their suffering and pain, they never went to the dark side (well maybe Splinter for a lil bit, but that was the damn Rat King's mind control, not his will 🤓☝)

-This thing I noticed in the Tmnt 2012 artbook (this rat kinda reminded me of obiwan, now I know why)

-At some point they appear as force ghosts lol👻

-These little details that had me 👁👁

*Facepalm*

*strokes his beard*

robeees

-Sweet moments with children 😭

The whole Lone rat and cubs episode and the bond between Obi-Wan and little Leia had me like 🥹🥹

idk I'm a big fan of cuteness so watching that made me happy

-According to the character database, both are INFJ -Whatever this type of character is called, I like it

Although their context of their stories are different, I found curious to notice some similarities! so here I am, sharing them and thanking you for reading this far