#people are hell and the only thing worth living for

[lady-of-endless]

"Glimpse of us" (Seong Gi-hun x player!reader - season 2)

Summary: There you were, in the middle of the chaos, giving him a glimpse of what you two share.

Author's Note: I know that I promised a part two for the In-ho fic, but Gi-hun has priority. The Mingle game does wonders for fanfic ideas.

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So many people were trapped there willingly or not, so many lives that could be lost and not lived to their fullest. Is money really worth it? He found himself staring each person in the face, wanting nothing more than to shout at them in the moment they all stared in awe at the suspended piggy bank.

You swore that you saw a different man when looking at Gi-hun during the games. There was nothing but pure determination and worry in his eyes when scanning the arena but only you knew him and how broken, tired, but paradoxically insomniac he was in reality. Gi-hun's eyes traveled to you like they always did when everything was too much to bear, and his gaze softened.

He cursed himself countless times for letting you come with him. He wished you'd be helping from the outside, safely, but no matter how far his convincing went you still didn't listen. You faced the horror of the games with him, guilt slowly poisoning Gi-hun day by day, game by game.

How could he let you join? Gi-hun frowned and looked away, fixing his gaze on something else. He knew this would be both complicated and motivating at the same time. Still, for your safety, he kept his distance and told you to do the same. You both decided to keep it all a secret during the games, even from his old friend Jung-Bae. You could vividly remember the last embrace you shared before coming here and it felt like ages ago.

The possible regret of choosing to follow him in these games was unknown to you. Not even now, when you almost felt nauseous just from the mere, slow, spinning of the platform.

They all recognized the game, the Mingle game. The instructions were clear and yet, you could feel your heart slamming against your ribcage bolder than before.

You needed to look at him to keep your ground. Your eyes met again while no one paid attention. Sensing something was wrong, Gi-hun studied your face the way he wanted to and didn't allow himself to. As you touched your chest to feel your heartbeat, his jaw clenched and the tension in his shoulders was immediately visible to you underneath the turquoise tracksuit, all because of his worry. The back of his hand touched your free hand at your side, subtly, hiding it by stepping closer next to you. The fleeting worry of exposure shadowed your anxiety about the game for a moment but he was quick to talk.

"Be careful." He whispered to you while still looking around. "It's the only thing I'm asking for."

You closed your eyes and nodded once. That's what he said to you the last time he held you in his arms before joining this hell. As the song and the platform went on, you let yourself look at Gi-hun and recall the days before. You remembered how he was losing sleep, how desperate he was to hold you, how he tried to convince you to give up coming with him, and how he confessed again and again out of fear of whatever might happen. All of those thoughts paused with the platform's abrupt stop.

Five.

It was the first number announced in the speakers and which unleashed the chaos around you.

You were all six in Gi-hun's team. Gi-hun immediately decided to search for others to pair up with so that the rest of the team could stick together and be safe. He gave a slight nod to everyone, holding your gaze for a moment longer, a subtle signal that he would return safely. With that, he headed off into the crowd, leaving the group temporarily fractured. You shook your head to snap out of it and rushed the team to a room, taking Gi-hun's role in leading them to safety.

You could feel the adrenaline in your blood get out of control with each round completed with or without Gi-hun around. It was too much. The team reunited between rounds in a rush, but the joy of seeing them all alive was always interrupted by the speakers announcing the next number. And the next number was the last one.

Two.

Everyone froze. You looked at Gi-hun but he was already staring back. Without hesitation, he stepped forward.

"I'll go with you," He said firmly, determination etched in every deep line of his face. After making sure that the rest of the team split into pairs too, fast, he grabbed your arm and rushed you to the room before it was too late for both.

He got you in the room first and then him. You immediately leaned against the door, breathing heavily. The adrenaline, your heartbeat, it got worse. Gi-hun's hand reached the door next to your head, to steady himself in front of you, panting too.

"You okay?" Gi-hun asked, his voice quiet yet filled with concern, his eyes studying your face for any reaction. The door locked with a short and distinctive click.

"I'm okay, I'm good." You lied to yourself, nodding, agitated

"Just breathe," he murmured, his voice gentle.

Gi-hun watched as you struggled to regulate your breathing, the rise and fall of your chest rapid, your face flushed. He placed a hand on your chest, feeling the frantic beating of your heart against his palm.

"Slow... Slow, deep breaths," he coached gently, his own voice a little vulnerable because of the proximity between you that was slowly more evident.

As you began to slow your breathing, following his steadying guidance, Gi-hun could feel your heart rate slow, the erratic beats becoming more regular under his touch.

"That's it," he murmured, his hand still resting on your chest, fingers splayed against the fabric of your tracksuit jacket. "Were here together, remember," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. "We have to keep going." The words were supposed to sound firm and determined, but it all came out hesitantly, weakly.

Gi-hun's mind was a storm of thoughts and feelings. It was too long since you two were close since he touched you since he could feel you. Being so close but so out of reach because of his plan was harder than he expected. He cleared his throat, trying again. "We need to..."

Gi-hun's train of thought was interrupted by the sight of your face. He missed looking at you from this close, feeling your breath on his skin. His eyes were searching for something, anything that could break that tension. All the abstinence, all the longing, and the hiding were making both of you tense and distracted. He could feel it peak now, in the worst moment possible.

"We need to focus," he repeated, but the words felt hollow, the meaning behind them shifting, taking a different turn, a more intimate one. His forehead touched yours.

His eyes suddenly darted to the timer from the wall to the surveillance camera from the corner of the room to the small window from the door that was blocked by your head. There was still time to be spent in that room alone with you. Outside, there was chaos, and he needed a taste of distraction from it all to keep going. The room, the game, the danger, he wanted to forget it all for just a few seconds that were left.

Your face got framed by both of his hands, his fingers lacing through your hair. Before it was too late, his lips found yours in a kiss he missed so much. His touch was gentle yet tense, not knowing what to do first, how much time he had left, wanting to touch you the way he always did before the games. The kiss was a fragile, fleeting thing; the seconds were still ticking, but for him, it all faded in a blur. Gi-hun guided your arms around his neck and sighed into the kiss. Your lips took him back to how much he cares for you and how grateful he is for you. He knew it earlier, from the days spent with you in that motel. You'd always help him with his plans and heart. Gi-hun knew how he was the shell of the simple man he used to be years ago before winning the games, but his heart was still capable of loving with zeal.

His fingers ran down your spine, pushing you against him while his other hand grabbed yours, fingers intertwining. He could lose everything and not care, but not if he were to lose you, the only good thing in his life. The temporary bliss was interrupted by your gasp as the ticking stopped and the door unlocked with a click. You both stepped back hesitantly, both wanting and needing more but the harsh reality of the game and your mission was slipping back into your consciousness. Gi-hun pulled away from you; his breath was uneven, his eyes holding a storm of emotions, and his body felt the absence of your touch.

"The game is over," he murmured, his voice a rough whisper. "We survived another one."

You nodded, catching your breath. His presence calmed you down. You felt a rush of hope when looking into his eyes but you sighed, knowing that it was time to face the other remaining players and hide any form of attachment again. Gi-hun pulled you against him one last time, kissing you again, deeply for a moment before everything. Both of you exchanged one last glance before stepping back in the arena, shielding you.

Searching around for survivors and for his team with a hard expression, Gi-hun's fingertips found his lips in a subtle touch, the heat of your kiss still lingered, giving him another rush of determination to get the whole system of the game down, end it all and leave with you.

[remeberm3]

marriage auction | k.m

⎯⎯Klaus hums, swirling his champagne. “That’s lovely, sweetheart.”

warnings: fluff

“Let me get this straight,” you say, arms crossed, staring Klaus down like you’re ready to drag him into the street by his very expensive, very unnecessary coat. “You kidnapped me—”

“Borrowed,” Klaus corrects, voice far too casual for someone who, in fact, did not have permission to appear in your living room, throw you over his shoulder, and flash you halfway across town like a damn lunatic.

“—because you need a date to some fancy, pretentious, supernatural gala?”

Klaus has the audacity to smirk. “Precisely.”

You close your eyes, inhale, exhale, consider violence. “Do you know what normal people do when they need a date, Klaus?”

“Be mind-numbingly boring?”

“They ask!”

Klaus waves a hand. “Semantics.”

You glare. “Kidnapping is not semantics, you absolute menace—”

“You wound me, love.”

He places a hand over his heart, feigning offense, but you are not fooled. You are, however, distracted—because damn him, he looks good. The tux is probably worth more than your entire apartment, and the way the black fabric fits across his shoulders is downright criminal. It would almost be unfair—if he wasn’t him. Which he is. Which makes this whole thing ten times worse.

You huff. “What makes you think I’d even want to go with you?”

His smirk grows. “Oh, darling. We both know you wouldn’t dare miss the opportunity to make snide comments at my expense all evening.”

…Okay. He has a point. You do love irritating the hell out of him. But still. Principle.

“Fine.” You jab a finger at his chest. “But—only because I want to see you suffer.”

Klaus grins, and for a moment, it looks dangerously like he’s won. You narrow your eyes. He’s up to something. You’re sure of it.

And yet, somehow, you still end up in a car with him, speeding toward a gala you didn’t agree to, in a dress you didn’t own until ten minutes ago (courtesy of Klaus’ thoroughly suspicious generosity), glaring at him as he lounges like a king. This is going to be a long night.

༊*·˚

Two hours later, you’re smiling at Klaus through gritted teeth. “I hate you.”

Klaus hums, swirling his champagne. “That’s lovely, sweetheart.”

You are going to kill him.

This was not what you agreed to.

You had prepared for one night of standing beside him, making snide remarks, watching him get progressively more exasperated with you, and then leaving with dignity.

You had not prepared for—

“You didn’t tell me it was a marriage auction, Klaus.”

Klaus sips his champagne. “Did I not?”

“You absolutely did not—”

“Must have slipped my mind.”

Oh, you are going to stab him.

You turn to the vampire still staring at you like you’re an appetizer. “So sorry, but I’m already taken.”

Klaus chokes.

You grin.

Oh, now he wants to react?

The vampire frowns, eyes flicking between you and Klaus. “Taken?”

“Yes.” You lean into Klaus, dramatic and delighted. “My darling husband would simply die if I even considered looking at someone else.”

Klaus’ grip tightens around his glass. “Husband?”

You bat your lashes. “Oh, don’t be modest, love. I know you hate when men flirt with me.”

The vampire clears his throat. “Well, if you’re spoken for…”

“She’s spoken for,” Klaus growls.

The vampire flees.

You turn back to Klaus, triumphant. “That’s what you get for bringing me to a marriage auction.”

Klaus exhales sharply. “Bloody hell.”

He downs his drink in one go.

You cackle.

༊*·˚

You don’t know how you ended up barefoot, running through the city streets with Klaus laughing beside you, but somehow, it feels inevitable.

“I cannot believe you set off the fire alarm.”

Klaus grins. “You cannot believe I set off the fire alarm?”

“You poured the champagne on the candles—”

“You were the one who kicked over the table—”

“I panicked—”

“You launched a bread roll at the host!”

You snort, stumbling to a stop, catching your breath. “Okay, that part was fun.”

Klaus exhales, running a hand through his hair, eyes shining. “Well, love, if I’m ever in need of an accomplice for a public disturbance—”

“Oh, don’t worry, husband,” you tease. “I’ll always be there to ruin your plans.”

Klaus stills.

For a split second, something almost soft flickers across his face—something dangerous, something warm.

Then, he smirks. “Darling, it was our plan. Together.”

You groan. “Don’t make this a we thing.”

Klaus slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “Too late.”

And, for some reason, you don’t pull away.

Maybe you’re just tired.

Or maybe—just maybe—being beside him has never felt like something you need to escape from.

this is so bad im so sorry. just needed to clean my drafts out

[pardonmydelays]

RENT ESSAY PLEASE

VIVA LA VIE BOHEME!

oh, rent is literally one of my favourite musicals ever and i already saw four versions of it if i'm correct - the movie, broadway production with renee elise goldsberry, stage production with jordan fisher (because you all know i love this guy) and this one, our polish production. and honestly, this one was my absolute favourite, even if it wasn't the best one.

here's what i mean: the thing about musical theatre is that even if you love the original version with all your heart experiencing it live is just... on another level. it's different, it's better, because you're there in person. i think it's worth noting that i also saw tick tick boom last year, so two musicals composed by one and only jonathan larson in 2024 (and he is one of my favourite composers and his art means so much to me if you can't tell). it's crazy when you think about it. also, the fact that i could do this with my bestest friend in the world means absolutely everything to me.

i know i am always repeating myself, but damn, our polish cast was literally incredible (especially the actors who played mimi, angel and maureen - so vocally maureen was the best, but those three were my favourites). the entire cast was amazing tho, and the thing i already discussed with bel - i am usually not the biggest fan of mark, but damn, our polish mark was just great (i also loved his outfit).

the thing about outfits! i remember some kids who were sitting behind us were discussing the... bad and confusing choice of their clothes? but...? personally i think they did a great job here because i could recognize every single character as soon as i saw them for the first time on this stage and that says a lot, so where's the lie? (they had a lot of incorrect opinions tho and i just wanted them to shut tf up)

the choreography... ahh. i honestly have shivers when i think about it now. like i said, the entire cast was absolutely incredible, not only vocally, but DAMN THEY KNOW HOW TO DANCE. AND ACT. and this is the magic of live theatre - it's something you can only feel when you're there, seeing it on the screen is just a totally different experience. suddenly you start noticing things you have not seen before, and this is also what i want to talk about.

those of you who decided to read this essay probably know that musical theatre is a serious thing to me and i DO NOT engage with it because i want to be entertained - i do it because i'm looking for the truth, the message, for something that will change my life. and very often seeing it live changes my perspective completely - i suddenly find a whole different meaning, different things speak to me. so here's what happened: during another day (probably my favourite song from this production) i realized that this is literally the message i've been searching for. there is no future, there is no past, i live this moment as my last. this quote has been haunting me ever since. cause rent is not just about community, finding family in complete strangers, it's also about living your life like there's no tomorrow. much to think about.

i think rent hits the most when you're familiar with tick tick boom and jonathan larson's story. the funniest thing is that at the very end of it they literally showed a picture of jon and bel and i were the only people there who started screaming. what the hell. why are you even there if not for jonathan, people.

i seriously had the time of my life and i know for sure that i'll be back one day. amazing, beautiful, a little chaotic (just like this essay), but overall absolutely life changing. can't wait to see it again.

[talesfromawannabewriter]

(Two years later)

Adam sighed as he wiped the sweat from his brow. Looking at his work he smiled, the roses in his garden were coming along just nicely. Deciding to take a break he stood up and stretched before heading to the kitchen.

As he crossed his garden he couldn’t help but admire the beauty of it. Back when Lucifer had rebuilt his home he had given him an almost replica of Eden as a gift. Saying that even though he could never give him back his first home he can try and make it up in this way.

Adam had taken to his gift like a fish to water. In fact most of his time was spent devoted to keeping and maintaining the garden. For it was his own little paradise in Hell.

Not counting his and Luci’s bedchamber of course.

Adam blushed at the thought as he entered through the back door that led to the kitchen. Grabbing the pitcher of lemonade in the fridge he poured himself a glass and sat down. Simply enjoying that peace that his home offered.

Who would have thought that Adam the first man would be so deeply in love and in a committed relationship with the devil himself?

After everything that happened between them Adam never thought possible they could be in the same room without wanting to kill each other. Let alone live together and practically married.

He wasn’t Lucifer’s queen yet but it was only a matter of time.

The past two years have been a long and harrowing journey. Emotions running high the first few weeks they were together but eventually managed to come tougher.

He perked up when he heard Lucifer enter. He appeared to be getting off the phone with someone when he noticed Adam. He smiled lovingly and softly at him and came over to give him a peck on the cheek.

Lucifer: Hiya gorgeous.

Adam: Afternoon Luci. Have you finish work already?

Lucifer: (sighs) Not yet my love but I’m getting there. I just got off with the captain, caught a couple of rogues actually trying to escape from the gates. Hehe

The captain of the guard being Vaggie herself. When God had given him his new guards of Hell he made it so Vaggie would reside over them.

When she and her team first began guarding over pride keeping the sinners in check it was a bit difficult to say the least.

They didn’t get on the same page at first. Vaggie trying to give those who deserve it a chance and Blitz and the others simply wanting to bash their brains in. However, eventually they did come together.

It helped that Vaggie knew who to properly punish and who to send to Charlie’s hotel.

Speaking of, business had been booming lately at the Hazbin Hotel. While there was no promise of passing through the pearly gates anymore she had done her best to show the light and a better way of living.

It wasn’t easy, never will be, some would rather suffer than ever turn to the light. However, there were those who wanted to change. And those who did were worth it, at least according to Charlie.

Lucifer made a big stretch with his arms as he sat down next to his boyfriend. Making a show of it as he put an arm over Adam’s shoulder. It got him to giggle.

Lucifer was tired, but that’s the unfortunate consequence when you actually put in the effort with your kingdom. Helped when Adam gave him proper motivation.

Not like that of course!

Well, not always.

But he always reminded him of what was at stake. And of all the great things he can accomplish.

Hell for the first time in years wasn’t simply a cess pit of suffering. The Hellborn were actually living. Not having to fear from sinners.

The sinners were being monitored and treated as they deserved based on the crimes committed by them in life. They no longer having a hold over society. But still some people treated with kindness.

Lucifer knew that soon he had to go back to his office to tend to the mountain of paperwork. Adam to his garden and rows of plants. But for now the first man and the devil simply cuddled with one another.

Simply enjoying the life spent together.

The End.

Tormentor of souls au

Darkness surrounded him like a blanket. Only he was no way comfortable or felt safe. He felt fear grip him like iron as he tried to make even a sliver sense of his situation. He could barely a muscle, if he had any muscle to pull. It felt like he had nothing to move, was this what happened to the souls he exorcised? 

Were they to end up here for eternity, slowly being drove insane with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company? Adam couldn’t even try to open his mouth to speak, well he did try, but the only words that would escape from him were from within his mind. In his mind he sighed, he was just so tired, he didn’t have any strength to fight, to argue that he shouldn’t be here. Yet what exactly was the point? He’d only tire himself further out. 

He had to admit it, he was stuck here, for all eternity. Much the same as a sinner. 

That was when he saw it a flicker of light. Not just any light, a pure white light. A light that was so familiar, one that brought him joy when it spoke to him in his booming voice.

His creator 

“GREETINGS MY SON. IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I HAVE LAST SPOKE TO YOU AND FOR THAT I APOLOGIZE”

Adam didn’t care he was just so thankful to be in his creator’s presence.

“MY SON I KNOW THAT YOU HAVE LIVED A LIFE OF HARDSHIP AND THAT IT DID NOT STOP EVEN WHEN YOU PERISHED.” 

He tried to not flinch at that. Thinking about his first life brought too many unpleasant memories.

“THAT IS WHY IT BRINGS ME PAIN TO ASK YOU OF THIS, BUT I NEED YOUR ASSISTANCE ONCE MORE. I KNOW OF WHAT YOU HAVE DONE THESE PAST FEW CENTURIES, AND I HAVE TO SAY THAT IT WAS NOT THE SOLUTION”

Adam could not believe what he was hearing. His own creator believed that they, the murderers and rapists, deserved to be redeemed!?

“HELL IS MEANT TO BE A PUNISHMENT, ETERNAL TORMENT OF THE SINS LUCIFER CORRUPTED WITH HIS WAY OF FREE WILL. HOWEVER MANY OF THEM DON’T SEE IT THAT WAY. TO THEM HELL IS MERELY A PLAYGROUND WHERE RULES NO LONGER MATTER. I HAVE SEEN TRUE MONSTROUS ACTS THE WICKED HAVE BROUGHT WITH THEM FROM LIFE. THEY CARRY IT MOST OUT ON THE TRUE CITIZENS OF HELL, THE ONES THAT HAD NO SAY IN BEING THERE OR NOT.”

The hell born, Adam thought taking in the Lord’s words

“I KNOW I AM NOT THEIR CREATOR, NOR DO THEY CALL ME FATHER, BUT I HAVE HEARD THEIR PLEAS FOR HELP TO BE SAVED FROM THE ACTS OF THE WICKED, OF ALL WICKED. UNFORTUNATELY THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE BORN DOWN THERE, BUT I CAN STOP THE SINNERS FROM HURTING THEM AND THAT IS WHERE I NEED YOUR HELP”

Adam had never put much thought into the hellborn. To him they were simply there and as long as they got in his way during the exterminations they weren’t a problem. There was the princess, but he didn’t really count her. He was curious however as to what the Lord wanted him to do.

“THE SINNERS NEED PUNISHMENT, AND THE HELL BORN NEED PROTECTION. YOU CAN BE THEIR PROTECTOR BY BECOMING THE PUNISHER.”

 With a simple snap of his creator’s fingers Adam felt something shift within him, in his very essence he changed. A warm feeling engulfed him whole and then he knew no more.

((Oh shit- I love everything about this! God needs to fuck off and let our boy rest!

Sorry this took me a hot second to get to- and I hope my reply does yours justice 😝))

Charlie is in full work mode and has been since the failed extermination ended. Since finding out Sir Pentious ended up in Heaven.

For months, she had been working hard. It was so hard that she somehow missed the latest gossip going around the Pride Ring.

Sinners ending up missing, only to resurface months later completely different. Scared. Traumatized.

Many didn't think much of it. This is Hell. There's always some crazy bastard out there doing shit.

But, it was when they became too scared to even function, too scared to ever be normal again, too scared that they would rather turn an angelic blade on themselves than to live with the possibility of going through whatever it is they've gone through.

Charlie was actually getting quite concerned. Especially when she heard Angel talking about it one night at Husks bar.

Angel: I fucking tell ya, kitty. People a shit scared. I've never seen the clubs so empty!

Husk shook his head: Must be the worst of the worst, huh?

Angel scoffed, downing his drink: Nah, babe. It's something else. It ain't no sinner.

Husk: Hellborn?

Angel: Those guys are freaky. Don't get me wrong, but their not THAT freaky. I had a client who said he was taken for three months. Three. That's fucking child's play. But the shit he said happened to him... fucking skinning, to pouring acid down his throat. Fuck mam, the sick ficker even dug around I'm his muscle and tendons!

Angel shook his head: There's something going on... even Val has lowered the workload.

Husk: Pft. Fuck. That's how you know it's serious.

Angel: Damn fucking right.

Charlie stood at the top of the stairs, listening to Angel's story. She was shocked but not surprised. She wasn't sure why this person has the sinners so scared, but sury it's nothing new.

She probably should make sure Al isn't behind this. She's only heard a few tales of his exploits so she wouldn't put it past him.

-

Alastor: Hm. So you've heard the rumors, too. While I'm flattered, I don't appreciate being confronted in such a way.

Vaggie: Just- fucking answer her, Alastor.

Alastor sighed, leaning on his cane: No, it's not me. I've been too busy here! And my kills stay dead when I'm finishing them~.

Charlie wasn't sure if she liked that answer, but it was good enough.

She apologized to Alastor, ams watched him leave.

Vaggie: ...I don't know, Charlie.

Charlie: I don't know either...

Vaggie: I'm sure it's nothing. Besides, you have more important things to deal with here, hun. You shouldn't get mixed up in sinner issues.

Charlie sighed: I know. I just... surely, it's a coincidence that this starts after the failed extermination... that was my fault. Simmered died because of me- I put my friends in danger! I feel like I owe it to everyone to at least try and solve it.

Vaggie smiled and pulled her girlfriend onto a soft hug.

Vaggie: I know you feel like that, hun. But you don't owe anyone anything... besides, if it's that bad, you could just ask Lucifer. He said he was looking for something to do.

Charlie: Hm... that's... a good idea, actually! I'll get dad on the case!

-

Lucifer: Me on the what now? Charlie, why should I care about whatever is going on with those sinners? Their... you know... sinners.

Charlie: Dad, please? Our guests are sinners. We need them to be safe. So please. Look into this for me? Even just a little bit?

Lucifer sighed. He really didn't want to do this. But, seeing the hopeful, pleading look on his daughters face, eventually changed his mind.

Charlie: Oh- thank you, dad, thank you!

Lucifer smiled as Charlie pulled into a hug. But when she felt and heard his back crack, she slowly put him down.

Charlie: S-Sorry dad!

Lucifer laughed through the pain: It's okay, Charlie - nothing I can't handle! I-I better start hunting a... whatever the fuck this is!

[annasofthe11thdimension]

Truly the worst Vaugardian plays are the ones where nothing happens, as the characters spend the whole 2 hours sitting about as they talk at each other, all while the audience hasn't the slightest doubt they can be nowhere but hell.

But while hell is definitely other people...in your experience, a hell you're suck in alone, left the only wise one surrounded by fools, is not a better hell. Not better at all.

---------

Loop's wish has different wording, and this makes a few things a little different. Mostly it means the Researcher of the group is now looping, while Stardust remains blissfully ignorant. This is certainly the main difference noticed by Loop, who looks at the evidence before then before assuming they're to play stagehand to the Researcher solving of the mystery in record time.

But roles are tricky. Very nearly tricky as wishes.

Sponsor, stagehand, lead actor, audience, critic, fool, traveler, ex-scissor wizard turned star - how absurd for a human to contort themselves to fit a single 'role'! How cruel to for a person to find that no role left they can Change themselves enough to fit!

Ah, but there's no time to wallowing, not when you've one more wish to make - one more desperate GRAB at hope for the play ending, now the greatest ever cosmic joke has been replaced by a smarter actor then you could become even after a million loops.

One, two, THREE - breath in…and out, take a bow to the audience and ready yourself.

The show has once again begun ~ !

[templeofvengeance]

[These quizzes are so fkin hard to do for Khonshu]

[professionaljester]

love my bad mental health, love being suicidal all the time

[hurtspideyparker]

Wanda is the ultimate mad woman !!! and yeah they really brushed right past Bruce. I know they just met the guy and were a bit preoccupied at the time but like... let's circle back mkay? that was heavyyy. plus Bruce deserves more character development other than Hulk vs. Bruce grrr angry

I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT WAOLOM FOR PETER. I made a post based on the scenario here last year 😭 he was so bright-eyed and bushy tailed, just a sweet boy, and then the rage and grief proved how easily he could tear the world apart if he chose

ohh I think I've seen Clara Bow irondad edits. yep definitely adding it to my playlist. "you'd be picked like a rose. take the glory, give everything. promise to be dazzling" oooooo baby boyyyyy. Iron Man Jr was literally his fantasy until it became the weight of the bricks that buried him.

"long story short it was a bad time/long story short I survived" as Endgame vs. Hawkeye (tv series) Clint makes me emotional. He was so broken as Ronin and now he has his family back and is building up a new one. So proud of him

I need to analyze so long London as a Tony Stark song another time when I'm not sleep deprived because GROWL. That was my favourite song when ttpd dropped and that's my fave guyyyy right there. It's very stony coded, with their arguments over time. and also how everyone expects him to be the money and dazzle while the rest of them do the dirty work and have the real morals. like NO! he's going down right with it, the Avengers are his FAMILY. "and I'm just getting colour back into my face, I'm just mad as hell 'cause I loved this place" the Avengers visiting him and asking to risk the new life he built after they tore apart his old one. He's just gotten back to a safe place worth living, forgave them and Steve for what he did in Siberia, and then they come back asking him to risk it all for them again. He fought till the very end to keep that family together.

hozier my man thank u for the anthems. Steve Rogers is always thought of as the mascot of America, a patriot and government symbol. He is NOT listening to America or any government. He wears the stars and stripes because he's what America should be, and every time people mischaracterize him as upholding the law. well the laws are unjust, and he'll never be afraid to point out the broken system. he's not fighting to protect the state he's fighting to protect the people. he's the ultimate leader and no he can not take orders to save his life. they are always trying to push him into that box, and it always back fires.

If we're gonna talk Hozier Francesca is the most beautiful irondad anthem. "it was too soon when that part of you was ripped away, though I know my heart would break I tell them put me back in it". Tony Stark did indeed invent time travel for that boy, his loss was the only thing strong enough to motivate Tony back to War. "if someone asked me at the end I tell them put me back in it, just to hold you for a minute" THAT HUG 😭😭😭 he's been waiting 5 years for that hug I swear. First thing he did, he needed to hold Peter so badly.

if you make edits you should totally share them on here ! "give it to me Rachel, show it to me please 😟😫🙏" /j

do you still use tiktok to watch stuff? I need someone to share good edits with 🥲

marvel characters as taylor swift songs but i take no critiques

tony stark:

stephen strange:

clint barton:

bucky barnes:

natasha romanoff:

peter parker (andrew)

peter parker (tom)

yelena belova:

pepper potts:

loki:

[punk-sharkz-zero]

i hope every person who makes fun of food allergies has a warm pillow on both sides and has wet socks forever and ever. I hope they have a paper cut and then get lemon juice on it.

[melrosing]

latest in the diabolical dad with cancer journey: turns out he has an oddly positive mutation of the thing and so is significantly more compatible with treatment. hello god????

[5unrider]

jaysi as a character is just so …

the perpetual masking and suppressing that he has to do on a daily basis in order to be accepted in any capacity. the way that he, as someone who is disabled and whose disability is very clear and impossible for others to 'avoid' or 'forget about' (and subsequently he is less palatable for the vast majority of people), has to constantly put up with the disgust of strangers and peers alike, and if not disgust, then pity. he will always be treated either as a freak, or as someone (something) to be babied and coddled and taken care of, someone (something) that is fragile and will break.

like. kassan brought jaysi to the jedi order - after he had found out about his force sensitivity - as a means of keeping him safe from the horrors of balmorra, the same horrors that had already done irreparable damage to him. and it worked, for a time, and jaysi was safer, and he was determined to prove himself as a jedi, to use this power he's been given to help people and to do good … but he finds out quickly that the jedi are far less accepting of him than the people back home. on balmorra, on his home world, he wasn't considered some disfigured freak of nature, he wasn't just his disability; there were so many other people like him, people who knew and understood what living like that was like, what surviving was like, and there's never been any avoiding the sympathy or pity, but it was different from them. with the jedi … the younglings and the padawans are just children, cruel and lacking understanding, incapable of hiding their revulsion and aversion towards him - and the knights and the masters seem to grieve him while he's still alive, and there are an extreme few who would even consider taking on an apprentice as damaged and incapable as him, and he has heard, more than once, that he was only taken as a pity case, a boy with no more hope of being a jedi than one lacking in the force.

and he just … he can't be weak. he can't let it hurt him, and he can't be brought down by it, because letting the words and looks and feelings of every single person around him wound him and rot him will just prove them right. jaysi is smart, and he's clever, and he's cunning, and he's quick - the force thrums hot and wild in his veins, static-shock dancing between his fingers and around his heart; a storm barely contained, young and hungry and desperate: he knows what his strengths are, he knows how useful he can be, the good that he can do (even if no one else knows it), and he can't let himself be reduced to the jedi's charity case. so he fights, and he trains, and he pushes himself when he probably shouldn't, and he tries and tries and tries to be good.

but at the same time. it does suck. being disabled and having chronic pain and a number of other illnesses sucks. and it's awful, and some days are agonizing and terrible and he wishes he was dead, or that he was 'normal', and he's not wrong for that, but he also feels like he can't feel that way. jaysi accepts himself and his situation, knows there isn't any changing it and he can be strong and talented despite his shortcomings and what he has been through, but gods above, living is difficult and he gets so frustrated and angry and he has no idea what to do with either of those things. the fact that everyone around him is perpetually walking on eggshells around him only makes things worse - a constant reminder of what's wrong with him, that he can't do anything on his own because he'll hurt himself or he'll mess it up or something.

it's all about the agony of being physically and mentally disabled, and knowing you are different and there is something 'wrong' with you and you will never know what it's like to be 'normal', and everyone around you always reminding you of that, whether they mean to or not, and the never ending frustration of never just being seeing as a person and not as your disability / disabilities -

[rockandrolldisgrace]

sometimes lifes is cruel to you for no fucking greater meaning but u still have to go through it and just endure

[aechlys]

I dreamed the whole night of being in a large graveyard and hanging around with both the living and the dead. The overall takeaway was that even if peoples' ultimate causes of death make enough sense, there is still a very "what the fuck though??" feeling sometimes that wants understanding. Like "ok, this killed me but how the fuck did I die??" You can have all the scientific answers in the world but the mind will still grapple with the reasons. Because we are human, you know?

A whole assortment of people were there, it was odd and I also don't like dreaming about the living especially in scenarios like this. But it was also just everyone trying to sort through it out together and that there was still somehow a system and function behind it all despite the appearance of chaos.

And yes you can probably guess who was also there, quietly though.

I spent my time running around this graveyard, chatting with some and helping others, all the while learning what I could. With a person or two keeping to the background almost like guardians as I explored (if you can call it exploring).

It was odd but interesting.

[milkandraspberry]

[lxvvie]

Couples shit with Simon Riley, Newlywed Edition:

You and Simon got married, and Price was the Best Man. Kyle stood on your side, and Soap was the flower girl. He blew bubbles instead of throwing flower petals because you and Soap thought it would be funnier. There's a picture floating around somewhere of Simon staring rather concerningly at a particularly large bubble Soap blew, too.

You two swearing you're gonna fuck all night long on your wedding night... only to crash as soon as you hit the bed. You didn't even take your clothes off. The sexathon came later. You two just woke up, looked at each other, happy as a pair of clams, and bloody hell, you made an honest man out of Simon fuckin' Riley.

Getting each other gag gifts as a wedding present. You were serious about getting him that cockring weren't you, love? Well, he has all the time in the world to make use of it.❤️

Noticing how relaxed and settled Simon is after you two start your married lives. Well, as relaxed and settled as Simon could be, all things considered, but he's not as anxious. He's... content. Happy.

Simon still can't believe it though. He's married. He's bloody married. You married him. A right bastard like him, at that. Simon makes a promise to himself and you to never turn what you two have into the shit show that defined his parents' union, promises to never become the asshole his father was, and it gives him all the strength he needs to combat his demons. He'll fight them every day if means seeing your smiling face, luv.

Simon also using the fact that he's married for shock value for everyone other than 141. He doesn't really tell the others but also doesn't bother addressing the news when it gets out. He just lets it be. It's amusing, though, seeing the confusion and shock on the other soldiers' faces when they find out. "Wait, Lieutenant Riley's married? He has a missus?" Correction: "I'm the missus."

He also jokes with the rest of 141 on some, "Sorry, lads, 'm an honest bloke now," which makes the others snort. Will also use a variant for you, too. "No can do, lovie, you made an honest missus outta me." Pfft.

You've also taken to calling him the Hubster ("Pretty cute, eh, Si-bear?" ".........") and you're banned from saying it in public lmao.

Similarly, you use the shock value to troll your associates. Your coworkers were not expecting Simon of all people to be the one you married. You call HIM the Missus? ("Sure do.") The way they see it, you two are polar opposites. Well, they do say that opposites attract.

Simon buying a chain for his wedding band for when he deploys because even with the gloves on, he refuses to wear his ring near his gun. It's a symbol of you, one of the best fuckin' things to ever happen to him, and he'll be damned if he ever lets the two touch.

You jokingly suggest that because Simon has really taken to the missus thing and ran with it, he should get it tattooed on him. This being Simon bloody Riley, he goes and does exactly that. The shock on your face was worth it all. Cheers, darling.

You two holding hands if only to look at your wedding bands side by side and bloody fuckin' hell, you're falling in love with each other all over again.

[feyriejane]

if they don't feel like they're blessed to even get a moment of my attention, I don't want it